Body Language

Chapter 1

"Good lord."

I grunted as I clumsily lifted a weight plate off the floor, carrying it to the closest squat machine to set it up. It was Friday, and like most men I follow on Twitter, it was the day I decided to kill my legs.

God, the lengths gays go through to build bubble butts.

That day started kinda hellish for me. I still felt sore from my back workout the day before and I thought of taking a day off, but all it took for me to go racing to the gym was seeing toned butts on my Twitter feed. I went to the gym earlier than my usual working out hours and I could not feel any better.

I sighed to myself. "Well, this ass is not gonna build itself."

I bit my lip as my eyes looked around for a nice spot with some space for my stretches.

There were not too many people in the gym that morning. It was a little past ten, and there were only around three to four people working out. Works in my favor, I thought. I never wanted to wait in line to use machines and stuff.

After several minutes of stretching, I headed straight to the squat machine to do warm-ups. As I was approaching the equipment, I noticed a dude looking my way. Young. Probably in his early-30's, and his overall appearance gave away he's a gym rat. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled with sweat, a few stray bangs partly covering his green eyes. His face showed a slight stubble, and good golly -- his tanned body looked like it had been perfectly carved out by a seasoned sculptor. His shoulders were boulders and so were his arms. He was doing bicep curls and stopped mid-rep.

He smiled at me.

I swear he might have seen me ogling at him.

I continued walking and did not notice a metal beam blocking my way.

SBAM!

The next thing I saw was bright lights followed by a pounding pain in my head. I felt my whole body vibrate as I leaned on the post to balance myself. Fuck, of all times to be awkward, Austin. Wrong timing. 

A little embarrassed, I pretended nothing happened as I walked to the smith machine to do my thing. I looked in the man's direction and saw him looking at me.

Shit. He probably saw how good I was at kissing metal beams.

Not knowing what to do, I found myself smiling awkwardly and went to business. I could still feel my head shaking as I tried to re-focus on starting my workouts.

Alright now, focus, Mister.

Puffing and huffing, I positioned my shoulders under the bar to get started on my squats.

I was on my fourth rep count when I felt someone walk behind me. I was too focused on counting and feeling my reps that I did not immediately notice who it was. It was him. It was the dark-haired dude, standing not far from me checking me out as I did the set.

He walked nearer as soon as I re-racked the weights.

"Hey, listen. Want me to spot you?"

I turned to look at him. "Oh, yeah. I was, uh... Yeah, I'm good." I didn't like myself when I'm in the presence of someone hot -- I always turn into a big, babbling awkward mess.

"That's kinda heavy for your frame," he said, smiling at me. There was an edge of concern in his voice. He reached to touch the plates on the bar. "A hundred? Unbelievable!"

I put my hands on my waist, trying to catch my breath. "I know, I, uh... just kinda got used to it."

I was partly lying. Part of it was because I wanted to rush my ass gains.

Part of it was I was trying to show off.

To him.

I looked at him and got a better look at his features. I always didn't like socializing in the gym, but I thought I'd make an exception for this guy. So hot. Like one of the naked muscle guys I always drool over in my phone. I felt a tingling sensation in my ass, like what I always get when I see someone so... attractive.

As if hit by lightning, I jolted a little.

Was he talking to me? 

Damn.