Page 50 of The Titan and the Trainer

Sunday 26th Jan. 25

Sunday morning, they woke slowly.

This was now becoming one of Callum’s favourite moments of the week. No plans, no work, just time to relax with Julian.

For Julian, Sundays were usually spent working, planning activities for the week. But now he had a major distraction, and at this moment he was lovingly wrapped around it.

Callum’s body was warm and he could feel his heartbeat. I love this guy, he thought to himself. I really do. He’d been holding back from saying it. They’d only known each other just over three weeks, but it already felt like a lifetime for him. He was desperate to say it to Callum, but he held back because he knew how he got overwhelmed sometimes, and he didn’t want to freak him out.

He gently untangled himself. Callum stirred but didn’t wake. They’d not darkened the windows, so the light was waking the room. Julian went to his dressing room and put on a pair of swim shorts. He then went to the kitchen where he had some orange juice and brought a glass back for Callum, who was slowly waking up, peering sleepily out of one eye at him.

“Good morning,” Julian said, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Morning,” said Cal, mouth still half on the pillow, not yet fully awake.

“Stay here if you want, sleepyhead. I’m going for a swim,” he said.

“A swim?” quizzed Callum. “Where?”

“In my pool,” replied Julian as if he’d asked a dumb question.

“You’ve got a pool here?” Callum was suddenly fully awake.

“Yes, of course. Didn’t Martha show it to you when she took you around?” Julian looked confused.

“No, definitely not. I think I’d remember a swimming pool,” Callum said, sitting up and reaching for the juice. “I love to swim. I want to swim with you, but I don’t have any shorts.”

“Go naked. I wouldn’t complain. But if you want shorts I’ve got plenty. We’re roughly the same size; I’ll grab you a pair,” replied Julian, skipping off to find him some.

Returning, Julian threw back the sheets, exposing Callum’s erection, which he immediately went to play with. “No,” said Callum, batting his hand away. “I want to swim. Show me where this pool of yours is, please,” He quickly tucked his erection into the blue shorts.

“Follow me,” invited Julian.

They went through the bedroom door and to the door opposite. Yes, Callum thought, Martha never showed me here. He remembered he’d got upset in the bedroom, and that’s where she’d left him to gather his thoughts. He’d not explored, still feeling a bit like a visitor and not wanting to pry.

They stepped through the door and into the most amazing modern gym. Callum’s eyes widened instantly, his mouth dropped open.

“How have I not seen this before?” He walked around like a child admiring all the equipment. Julian watched him, happy at his amazement.

The room was dark grey with black rubber flooring, lit by spotlights, and had some of the most beautiful high-end equipment Callum had seen. There were aerobic machines, including a treadmill, cross-trainer, stair-climber, rower and an exercise bike, along with free weights, benches, various weight machines, barbells and medicine balls neatly stacked on a rack. It was so well equipped. Over to the left was an area where a blue neoprene suit was hanging attached to a control unit, “Wow, this is a Vacunaut suit,” Callum said, going over to explore.

“Yes, but I’ve never actually used it,” Julian replied, following him over. “Do you know how it works?”

Callum did know all about these suits, having helped a previous client with one. “Yes, it’s tight-fitting neoprene that should be used for thirty-minute low-intensity workouts, designed to target stubborn fat around the belly and hip area.” He looked at Julian with a confused look on his face. “Julian, who has zero fat in those areas to begin with…” He laughed.

Julian shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Callum continued. “It uses a mixture of vacuum technology and tight compression to increase blood flow, which supposedly helps fat metabolism and improves circulation.”

“Do you think I have any issues with blood flow around the groin area?” Julian asked, with a smirk, gesturing to his groin in his swimming shorts.

“Ah, definitely not,” Callum replied, feeling the rubber of the suit in his hand. “You know these became famous after Robbie Williams posted himself on social media, walking around in his? It’s how he got into shape for the ‘Rock DJ’ video, I think it was.”

“Yep, I think you’re right.”

“Oh, I so want a go in this,” he said.

“Like you need it,” replied Julian, “there’s not an inch of fat on you.”