Training for Love

Everyday you see him there, working out. Those muscles twitching and jumping underneath that dark skin. You imagine feeling them, your hand gently gripping his arm, feeling the tension come and go as he lifts those weights. When you feel them jump you glance up at his face as he uses his momentum to raise the weights above his head..

crash

Looking down you realized you dropped your water bottle. Immediately you bend down and pick it up, hoping you didn’t make a mess. Although it’s water, you feel the need to clean it up, but just as you manage to put the bottle cap back on, you see two sneakers appear in front of you. Looking up, you see him. Or rather, you see those muscles, that body, that face, those eyes, and then him overall. The workout god.

“Are you okay?” he asks, grabbing a towel from behind one of the nearby countertops, the one where you can sign up for this or that promotion.

“Ah- Yes, I guess I just zoned out for a second. haha.” You say it teasingly, as if this type of thing happens every once in the while and is nothing to worry about. But inside your stomach does contortionist twists as your embarrassment rises. You watch as he dabs the ground with the towel, cleaning up the small mess. You debate helping him, but the mess is pretty much taken care of, and you can’t help but think. ‘What would he think if I told him I dropped my bottle because i was fantasizing about his arms?’ The mere thought makes your stomach do two more somersaults.

“Well, I have to get going.” He stands up, folding the towel up. ” My name’s Daniel if you didn’t know,” He smiles, another somersault.

“My name’s Lucy. Thanks for helping me out.” You chuckle with excitement and anxiety. This moment shall go down in history as the day the workout god spoke. You try and give him your best smile, holding the bottle in your hands.

“That’s a nice name, and I’m glad to see more people be more invested in their health. I see you come here almost everyday. Must have a boyfriend or someone you are trying to impress huh?” At this point your stomach is done doing somersaults and is downright spewing butterflies. Number one, he realized you existed! And number two, he wants to know if I have a romantic interest!! Even if its merely conversational, this day is not just going down in history, it shall forever be etched into your brain.

“Oh, no. No boyfriend or anything. Just trying to get in shape.”

“Well, that’s always a good idea. If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask me.” You watch as he places the towel behind the desk and walk away. He really is a God. Sighing, you put your bottle on the ground and jump onto the treadmill.

—

Afterwards you headed into town to meet some friends for a light lunch and, as always, walk around Farnes and Boble. The day speeds by, and sooner than you know it’s time to go home. You say your goodbyes and hop into you car. Thinking to yourself, you wonder how it is that neither of your parents have tried to get a hold of you. It’s fairly late, yet no calls. Deciding to see if your phone died on you, you search your purse. Keys, paper, cheese, ….and keys. Your phone! It’s gone!! You quickly search your mind for the last time you used it.

At the gym. That was the last time you used it! When your mother called you to tell you to be home before 6. The locker! You must’ve left it in the locker on accident when you didn’t put it back into the purse but rather to the side of it. You debate rushing home and dealing with the problem tomorrow, but what if someone tried to get a hold of you? Perhaps a cute boy? Maybe an old friend? You NEED that phone! Plus, what if they clean out the lockers at night? Or if someone took it?!

Putting your car into drive, you speed onto the freeway. The gym shouldn’t be closed just yet. But lately they have been closing earlier because they have people coming in to inspect the gym. Or something. Pulling up you see lights on and one truck parked in the parking lot. Thank God! It’s probably the janitor! If you ask him nicely if he has seen a black cell phone in the lockers he will give it to you. You park your car and turn the headlights off and the song that was playing dies out abruptly.

Running up to the glass doors, you peer in, trying to see if you can see the janitor, when all of a sudden, the door moves forward, opening.

‘It’s unlocked?’ you think to yourself as you push it farther open and slowly step inside. Speaking loudly, you ask, “Is anyone here? I left my cell phone in the locker…”

No answer. Well, if the doors are open, maybe they aren’t closed? Maybe it’s just a really really slow night? You decide to just run to the lockers and grab your cellphone and get the heck out of there. Standing at the lockers, they seem more numerous when they are all vacant. It was the third row up…or was it the second? Opening the doors, one by one, you have no luck. You reach up to the fifth row of lockers, opening the door about an inch when all of a sudden it slams shut, sending a shockingly loud sound all throughout the gym.

You see a large hand on the locker door, you follow it to the arm, to the shoulder, to the face…to the workout god.

“What are you doing?” he asks, almost in an angry tone. He looks down at you, not moving from his stance, his hand forcing the locker shut.

Looking at him from over your shoulder, and a little taken aback you answer quickly, “I left my cell phone here and I came to look for it. The door was open!” You furrow your brow, not liking how demanding and violent he is acting.

“What’d it look like?” He asks again, his hand slowly relaxing against the locker.

“It’s a black motorola flip phone.” You suddenly become aware that his hand had slipped from the upper locker down to right by your face. Suddenly, almost like ice, he touches you and it shocks you. Unexpected yet not un-welcomed.

“Hmm….” He rubs his hand along your cheek and cups your chin. It rests there for a second until he pulls it up, raising your face so that you are forced to look at him. “Is it maybe this one?” With his other hand he pulls it out of one of his pockets, holding it just out of reach, almost tauntingly.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” You hold your hand out, thinking that he’d drop it into your hand. But he doesn’t.

“Thank you? I didn’t say I’d give it back to you. I was thinking of getting a new phone.” His hand drops as he walks two steps away and looks back, his head tilted down and making him look even cuter. But not cute enough to forgive stealing a pone you think.

“Bu-” He cuts you off, he faces away again, but you can tell he is pressing your phone to his lips as he contemplates, looking at the ceiling, “I’ll give it to you, on a condition…”

“What?”

“That.” He walks toward you again, “You” He pokes your collarbone with your phone, giving you shivers. “Keep me company here at the gym until we close.” He looks at you and grins, “It gets lonely here after hours, but I can’t leave until our original scheduled closing time.” He traces your collarbone with the phone, taunting and entrancing you. “Will you?”

—– END PREVIEW—-

You are in shock. In all your dreams this would never have happened. Your grip on your purse slips and it falls to the floor. He chuckles and picks it up, “Always dropping things when you look at me, eh?”

A wave of warmth spreads over you as you turn red, he noticed! He knew that you’d been ogling him. You try to regain your confidence. In all your fantasies you do not let the man have the upper hand like this, thinking on your feet you grin and look up at him, meeting his gaze. “If you know that, you’ve been looking at me just as much.” He laughs and answers with a quick ‘yep.’

That’s right, you have as much to offer, you can’t let him just play the game without having some fun with it as well. I mean, parents can wait, this is something that never should have been!

You walk over to him, grab your purse and walk over to the counter, setting it down you look down at it, then to him. “Is that the only way that i can get my phone back?” You ask, almost in a bored tone. Acting like you don’t want to, see how far he will go.

“Correct. Or Bench 200 lbs.” He plays with your phone. “Looks like someone has quiet a few missed calls…”

‘Crap!’ you think, ‘My parents!!’ You are torn between getting home and getting some. “Fine.” You find yourself saying, but quickly you add, “but, I have to make a call.”

“Haha, I’m not that stupid.” He once again comes within inches of you, holding the phone with his index and thumb fingers he shakes it back and forth, “You don’t get this until later.” He slides it into his shorts and looks up at you again. Again with that baby face, that upward look that catches your breath! He knows what he’s doing…

“What shall we do?” he asks, running his hand along you arm, up and down, his gaze transfixed on your eyes. Trying to be smart with him, you answer, “Keep each other company until I can have my phone back?” A shadow seems to cross his face but quickly vanishes and is replaced with a devlish grin. “I have an idea.”

“What is that?” He doesn’t answer but rather has you follow him to the mats to the side where people do push-ups, crunches, and sit ups.

“As a personal trainer I know how to help people work out, and so I’m going to help you in the time being.” You are confused. This is what he meant by keeping each other company? Well, just being by this workout god was enough. PLus, it’s one thing to admire a god, it’s another to physically deal with one. One needs preparatory time in that case! For instance, a hot wardrobe, nice hair, sexy lipgloss. All of that! But no, you were just expecting to head home and eat delicious food so you are wearing your same workout clothes. A regular t-shirt and some workout pants, black ones.

“Okay….so?” You ask standing next to him as he kneels down.

“So? Get over here, we are going to start with some warm up crunches.” He claps his hands together, which you notice seems to be the way trainers try to pep up their clients before a long workout. You go over to the side of where he is and lay down, bending your knees and putting your arms behind your head, but before you can start he stops you with an “Ah- ah-”

“This, is not the right way to do a crunch…” He puts his hands on each of your feet. “First off, your legs are way too close together, you can’t do a good crunch this way” He pushes them apart slightly then more so so that they are at least 2 feet apart from each other. You wonder if this is true, you haven’t ever seen anyone else do a crunch this way, but you decide not to protest, you want to see what he has in mind.

“And this,” he slides his hands along your thighs and up under your shirt, “cannot be so low, we must be able to see the area that we are working on.” He pulls ur shirt up, but at this you protest. No one should see that!! If you don’t like it, then he shouldn’t see it.

“Protesting? Who is the trainer here?” He forces your shirt up slightly and tells you to lie back down. “Now i want ten crunches.” You feel embarassed, but want to get this over as soon as possible, so you start.

1, 2, 3, 4- You stop as you are in the middle of your fourth crunch, you see him leaning over you, and become a little worried. That would be way too fast! But instead of jumping on top of you, he begins kissing your stomach, causing you to flinch.

Looking up at you he asks, “Did i tell you to stop? Or can you not count? You are only on 4.” You continue again.

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Everytime he kisses you more and more, by the end moving to your sides. “I did ten.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Mmm…” He sits up, and looks up again, thinking. You look again at those abs, so large and prominent. So sexy. He leans over you again, “I like this position though.” He says as he buries his face in you chest, rubbing your sides and your stomach. One hand slides down your side, down to your thigh, your knee where he pulls at you, pulling your leg up. “We can do some leg lifts from here….” He kisses your stomach again, or we could, flip the situation.” He says as he grabs you and rolls over so that you are on top of him.

“I don’t think this fits under the category of keeping you company…” You taunt. You sit upright sort of straddling his stomach. You left your hands feel him, touch him, get to know him like you imagined. You decide you will take advantage of this situation. “Mmm, you seem to be hot.” You rub his forehead with the back of your hand, “At times like this, its best to remove an article of clothing…”

He looks up at you, a little taken aback. Perhaps because he was not expecting that from you, or maybe not knowing what you had in mind, either way, his face shows all. He is confused. However, it fades quickly as that devilish grin returns. “Which one do you suggest?”

You debate the pros and cons of your decision. Work out pants? No, that’d be too far, make him think you really wanted him. Not that you don’t, but not just yet. His shirt? That would be fulfilling a dream of yours. You’d be able to see if he’s hiding any more tattoos and you’d be able to see what you only just felt briefly. Okay, decision made. With a smirk and a quick lick of your lips you run your hands down his sides, mimicking what he did earlier. Then you tug at his shirt, only he does not resist, he has no reason to. He, of course, is aware of the status he holds as workout god.

You roll it further up, slowly admiring him, and finally, deciding to tease him further, testing his boundaries. You pull it up over his head so that just his arms are still in the shirt, keeping him in a position you quite relish. “Now, I don’t know if this is helping cool me down…” Your concentration is broken as he speaks. You just look down at him. “Nope, its not working for me.” With that he sits up, and in doing so throws his arms over you, still connected by his own shirt so that you are stuck almost hugging him. He hugs you tightly, then lets his hands wander, feeling your back, your own muscles, and just you.

“I disagree, I think it’s very helpful…” His hands make it under your shirt once more. You let your own hands rub his back, which is not as lean and smooth as it appears underneath a shirt. Instead it is more rough, soft, yet hard, and you die with so many sensations running through your mind. If you were having internal somersaults before, now you must be orbiting in space. You just don’t know what to make of the situation.

“Can I?” He asks, stopping his hands on the back of your bra. You look up at him, you aren’t sure yourself. You look at him, and nod. Unable to form the words, his ravishing affection takes your breath away. Just as his hands unlock the bra in seconds, you hear a sound. A distant one, but it seems to be getting louder. You realize he has stopped too, his hands frozen in place.

“Daniel? Dude, are you still here? Didn’t you close this place hours ago? HR is soo going to be pissed with you.” It’s a guy’s voice, and you can tell it’s getting closer. Quickly, you two stand up, you fix your bra and pat down your hair. He pulls his shirt on with lightning speed and wipes his face and hair down smoothly as he walks to the door.

“What is it man?” You hear the two converse together. Moment lost. You sigh to yourself and decide to go to the bathroom and make sure you don’t look like anything happened; wouldn’t would the parents to suspect anything.

“I don’t look too bad…” You say as you fix your hair and wash your face, trying to take away the perpetual blush that stained your cheeks.

“I don’t think you could ever look bad…” he says as he kisses the back of your head, you know it’s him by his reflection in the mirror. He’s still hot, you think. He moves your hair out of the way and kisses your neck. “Forgive the intrusion, that boy doesn’t know how to mind his business…”

“Well, it’s for the best.” You say, even though you don’t mean it. You just are upset at how easily he gets back to what he was doing. Plus, the mood was lost when he left you so suddenly. “I need my phone back.”

“Mmm, here it is.” He says as he kisses your neck. You grab it and try to resist the urge to throw it on the floor and turn around. But as you hesitate, you feel him leave you. “I have to get going. He’s right, I have to shut this place down now.”

He looks at you and grins that same grin, “But, we are open 7 days a week, 12 hours a day….” He kisses you on the mouth, gently, “…for your workout convenience.”

You feel your phone vibrate, someone’s calling you. He walks you out of the building and to your car. Once he is sure you are seatbelt-ed in and safe, he taps the top of the car with his hand, and adds, quickly, “Oh, and I’m going to be your personal trainer from now on, no fee.”

“I’ll be back,” you wink as you say this and turn your car on, the familiar engine sounds bringing you back to reality. 47 missed calls, 3 hours past curfew, and a few extra miles on the car are nothing in comparison to having the workout god all to yourself.

Starting today, you really will enjoy getting a workout.