NaNoWriMo Story Snippets

54. Excerpt from CHEAT DAY: Seth's POV

I ended up starting a version of CHEAT DAY from Seth's POV. This will possibly be a mistake, but I'm having trouble deciding what to write, so I'm going with whatever ideas I have. Subject to editing, etc.

Gym buddies tended to share a lot simply by virtue of proximity. That was even more true for wrestlers, given how much time they spent together on the road. Seth could honestly say, however, that there were very few wrestlers who had given him blowjobs, and even fewer for whom he returned the favour. He certainly had never expected to include Becky in that number—in either column. Trying to act like nothing had happened was going to be a challenge, though. He wasn't exactly known for his subtlety, and even though he had Becky had been friends for years, he wasn't quite sure how to strike up a casual conversation with her.

That hesitance didn't stop him from bringing condoms to the gym, however. He was going in with no expectations. Hopes? Definitely. She clearly wasn't happy with Jeff, and his relationship with Sarah had been going nowhere for a while, so why not have some fun? Once a cheater, always a cheater, his mind crooned. Sarah had expressed similar doubts when they started getting serious and he did his best to dispel her fears, but he also couldn't blame her. Because of the photo leaks, his cheating was well known; it wasn't like she could tell her friends and family it was just a rumour or some slanderous talk. Many of the mistakes he had made in the past decade were public knowledge, so he had been pleasantly surprised when Sarah saw past all that and gave him a chance.

And now there he was in the gym, watching Becky throw the medicine ball against the wall and wondering how he could sneak a minute alone with her to ask if she wanted to fuck.

The solution came to him ridiculously late, given how much time he had spent staring at her: Becky was the only woman in their workout group that day. She would have the women's locker room all to herself. When everyone was finishing up their final reps, Seth gradually made his way over, making sure he was loud enough for the others to hear. "Hey, Becks? Mind sharing the shower? I've got an early flight this evening, so I need to get going and you know these guys take forever."

"Hey!" Sheamus lobbed a towel over at him, but it caught on the edge of a weight bar and dangled there. "Look at this chest, lad. Lots of surface area. It takes time to clean." When Cesaro rolled his eyes, Sheamus shook his shoulder and added, "And Swiss needs extra time for his hair."

Becky caught Seth's gaze, but looked away too quickly for him to get a read on her reaction. "Sure. It's a big shower. You can go first, if you want."

Sheamus wagged a finger. "No peeking. Either of you."

Seth gave him a playful shove on his way to the men's locker room to get his bag. "Nothing here you all haven't already seen," he pointed out dryly. It didn't take him long to grab his things, making doubly sure the condoms were still there—and well hidden, in case Becky wasn't interested—before ducking across to the women's locker room. The rest of the guys teased him about going to the girls' bathroom, but he ignored it. If things went his way, he'd be having a much better shower than they were.

Even though Becky had already agreed to let him use the showers, he still knocked on the locker room door. It opened a crack, but he all he could see was Becky's bright hair and her eyes. "Just you?" she checked. "No one else decided to try jumping the queue?"

"Just me." When Becky pulled the door open, he stepped inside and set his bag on the bench, watching as she locked the door. Did the women always do that when they were changing? He certainly couldn't blame them—a lot of weightlifters still had an Old Boys' Club mentality—but he couldn't help but that in this case, it was more for privacy than protection. "So...."