He gets adjusted on the bench, and my concentration goes straight out the window. When he’s on his back like this, the baggy part of his Daisy Dukes falls toward the floor, outlining his dick, and the spandex underneath the sad excuse for shorts also rides higher up his thighs.
Now, instead of watching my hot-ass best friend teach me how to do a proper bench press, I’m trying to figure out how the fuck to hide my growing erection. The visual of taking two steps forward and being able to put my balls in his mouth while I lean over and suck his dick is really taking hold in my mind.
“And it’s as easy as that,” I hear Liam say as he reracks the barbell. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Right.” I can do this. It’s not like I’ve never lifted weights before.
Lying down, I scoot forward on the bench until the bar is at eye level. Quickly glancing to the side, I realize his plates are still on.
Liam’s ‘easy reps’ were at one hundred and fifty-five pounds. That’s almost my bodyweight.
Oh, fuck…I bet he could…
“D, you gonna lift the bar today or just stare at it?” he asks.
“I can’t do your weight,” I tell him.
“I already pulled those plates. You’ve just got the bar,” he informs me, making me wonder when that happened.
“This is so embarrassing,” I mutter.
“Just lift the fucking weight,” Liam says in his personal trainer voice.
I don’t like it, but it’s effective, and I push the bar off the J-hooks and begin my set. The heavier my weight gets, the closer Liam moves in. When I attempt one hundred and thirty-five pounds, he’s almost straddling the head of the bench, and I can just about see up his shorts.
I’m so distracted, I know the rep is bad as soon as I pull it, but Li is there to steady the bar.
“Concentrate,” he instructs. “Don’t rush. I’ve got you.”
And he does.
I’m starting to realize that all the times I thought I was holding him together, I had it backwards.
Chapter 20
Liam
Iknow the gym isn’t Damon’s cup of tea, but he gives his all every rep. I may have pushed a little hard this morning, but I wanted him to see what his body was capable of. Still, I know without me, he wouldn’t push himself like this. Just like half the slopes we’ve done on this trip. Damon would stay on the green and blue slopes if I let him, butsometimes, those who crave control are the ones who need to lose it the most.
When Damon finishes his set, I take my place on the bench to get another set in. By the time I get done adding weights, the doors to the gym open, and two women around our age enter.
I’m immediately annoyed, which isn’t fair, but it’s true. They’re interrupting my time with Damon, and I know he’ll be even more self-conscious if he’s learning new movements with an audience.
After twenty minutes, when neither of them pulls out a phone to record themselves, and they mind their business, I relax a little.
But as I’m going over split squats with Damon, the brunette asks if she can have a spot on the bench.
I don’t mind helping. I swear I don’t. I just really don’t want to do it right now. But sometimes, I’m too fucking nice. Makingsure Damon is safe, with his back foot up on the bench and a light dumbbell in each of his hands, I make my way to the squat rack the girl has chosen.
Interestingly, she reminds me a little of Hannah. She’s attractive and clearly enjoys skiing and working out. I should be enthralled. I’d been looking so forward to getting laid in the weeks leading up to this trip.
But all I feel is irritated that she’s pulling me away from Damon…my brave, if not mildly melodramatic, ride-or-die who’s been my rock for two decades…who’s gay…and in love with me…and said he thought I was the sexiest man in the world.
Looking over at Damon, he’s drenched in sweat with a look of determination on his face. I know he’s feeling the burn, and he’ll be sore as fuck for a couple of days, but light, easy ski runs could be good to work that soreness out. And the hot tub is definitely in our future.
As soon as I think about the hot tub, images pop into my mind, unbidden. Dirty ones.
I finish helping the girl with her set, and she sits up, wiping her forehead.
