I stepped back fast and turned away before he could see how affected I was. My hands were shaking slightly and my cock was half-hard in my shorts and I needed to get control of myself before this turned into something I couldn't take back.
“Thanks,” Troy said behind me. His voice sounded normal. Like he hadn't just been deliberately pressing his ass against me.
I nodded without turning around and went back to my own station. I grabbed heavier weights than I needed and focused on the burn, on the physical effort, on anything except the fact that Troy had felt my cock getting hard and hadn't moved away.
We worked out for another twenty minutes in silence that felt heavier than before. I kept my eyes on my own movements and tried not to watch him in the mirror. Tried not to notice the way his body moved or the way sweat made his shirt cling to his back.
When I finished my last set, Troy was already done and wiping down his equipment. He looked over at me and our eyes met in the mirror.
“You going to the sauna?” he asked.
I should have said no. Should have made an excuse and left. But the word that came out of my mouth was “Yeah.”
“I'll meet you there.”
He headed for the locker room and I followed a few minutes later, giving myself time to cool down both physically and mentally. By the time I got there and changed into a towel, mycock had gone back to normal and I'd convinced myself I could handle sitting in a hot room with Troy without making this worse.
The sauna was empty when I walked in. The heat hit me immediately, dry and intense, making sweat break out across my skin within seconds. I sat down on the upper bench and closed my eyes, trying to let the heat burn away everything I was feeling.
The door opened and Troy came in wearing just a towel wrapped around his waist. Water from the shower still clung to his shoulders and chest, catching the light as he moved. He sat down on the bench across from me and leaned back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him.
We sat in silence for a while. The only sound was our breathing and the occasional drip of sweat hitting the wooden bench. The heat was intense enough that thinking became difficult, which was exactly what I needed.
Then the door opened again.
A man walked in, probably in his early thirties, lean and athletic with dark hair. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and tribal tattoos running down one arm.
He nodded at both of us and sat down on the bench between us, closer to Troy than to me.
“Hot in here,” he said after a moment. His voice was quiet, almost casual.
“That's the point,” Troy replied.
The man smiled slightly. “Fair enough. I'm Ronan.”
“Troy.”
“Nice to meet you, Troy.” Ronan leaned back and let his legs fall open slightly in that unconscious way men did when they were relaxed. “You come here often?”
“First time actually.”
“Yeah? I'm here most afternoons.” Ronan's eyes tracked over Troy's body with appreciation that was subtle but clear. “Would have remembered seeing you.”
I opened my eyes and looked at Ronan. But Ronan was too focused on Troy to notice.
Troy noticed though. I saw his eyes flick to me, saw the corner of his mouth twitch like he was trying not to smile. Then he looked back at Ronan and shifted slightly so his knee was closer to Ronan's leg.
“That so?” Troy asked.
“Definitely.” Ronan's hand moved to his own thigh, fingers spread wide. “Good gym. Good facilities. Good company.”
“The company's not bad,” Troy agreed.
Ronan's knee touched Troy's leg. Just barely. A contact so light it could have been accidental except for the way neither of them moved to break it.
“You work out here regular?” Ronan asked.
“Might start to.”
