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[something for your m.i.n.d. - super organism]
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y/n: "I'm gonna head to the treadmill, elliptical machines and then the equiptment room and meet you down in the lobby around... 7 o'clock?" I asked Ziggy, my seven month boyfriend, as we checked ourselves into the gym.
After the "incident" that occurred in our last gym I made the sacrifice to cancel my nearly 10 year membership there and go to a new gym on the otherside of town just to get closer to this intriguing Ziggy character.
"Yeah but I'm gonna need to shower afterwards, maybe you can join me..?" Ziggy smirked, pushing open the door for me as we reached the top of the steps, leading up to the gym part of the Y.
"I don't think I'm allowed to be in the men's locker room, Ziggy.." I grinned, holding his shirt, staring up at him. He only took this as a gesture to pull me closer to his body, dropping his bag in the process.
"I can make you an acception.." Ziggy mumbled. I chuckled, feeling his hands start to roam my waist when I pulled away from him, making my way down the hall towards the mechanical room. "We'll see about that." I called to Ziggy as I watched him stand before the door, completely flustered.
From strangers to lovers, I now—finally—have a boyfriend. A pretty awesome one too, to add to that. But, do I not only have a loving caring boyfriend but a flourishing sex life with him. A lot of my friends who started having sex way before me told me that it isn't as.. enchanting as you may think. "They don't do everything you want them to do," I recall one saying to me. I never had that problem with Ziggy, he does do everything I want him to do (with consent, of course). It's either I struck gold or they just don't communicate with their partners. I suppose that's another thing that sets me apart from my friends, I have a stable and healthy relationship and we've only known each other for so long.
Maybe wannabe-incels are the way to go. Or Ziggy is just failing.
As I made my way over to the treadmill, I hung my hoodie on the clothing rack, sliding my phone into the front pocket of my shorts, starting up my usual 20 minute warm-up.
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"Good evening fellow Y members, our building will be closing in 30 minutes. I advise anyone using the pool, rock wall, multipurpose room, multi-equipment room or locker rooms to start checking out at this time. You will be reminded in the next 10 minutes." The intercom buzzed overhead as I collected my things, making my way down to the locker rooms. I decided I was going to take a shower instead of just standing around, stinking of sweat in the lobby, waiting for Ziggy just to then shower at home. Plus, I figure we'd both be out around the same time anyway.
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ziggy: The ambient sound of the low-pressure water bounced off of my shoulders and back to the cream colored tiles as lewd thoughts flooded my mind involving some of me and Y/n's past engagements. I'm trying my best not to think about it but I am alone, tired, and horny. Subconsciously, my hand lingered below my waist, massaging my tip.
"Ziggy..." Y/n's phantom whispered seductively in my ear. I couldn't take it anymore, I need her.
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y/n: The small, cheap shower head started running and I stepped behind the plastic curtain only to be hit with ice cold water; sub zero. I think we downgraded by moving to this YMCA. It's filthy and too big for my liking. I waited a few minutes for the water to warm up, just a little before grabbing my small to-go shampoo and started washing my hair. What are we gonna have for dinner when we get home? I only have 35 dollars in cash which wouldn't be even close to enough if Ziggy and I were to get take-out. Inflation is wild. Maybe we can just get ramen and chips and—
"Hey..." Ziggy's voice mumbled into my neck, appearing behind me so fast I didn't have anytime to react. His wet lips moved up and down my neck, sucking on the tender skin. I didn't say or do anything but lean into his touch. Within a few seconds I was pinned to the wall.
"Is this okay..?" Ziggy asked, rolling his stomach against my core. I nodded fast though I just wanted him to stop the foreplay immediately.
"Ziggy... I need you..." I begged, pulling on his hair as I kissed him. In response, he leaned his head back, shifting our position so he can get inside me. We both sighed in unison. I held Ziggy's face, kissing neck as he gave me time to adjust before slowly rolling his hips. This had to be my favorite part, the anticipation for what comes at the end. The high that nothing else can replicate. I dug my nails into his skin, leaning my head against the tile, my moans echoing off of it.
Ziggy sped up, his hands gripping the soft skin under my thighs, which were surely going to leave marks. His thrusts speeding up resulted in my moans getting louder, the water, suddenly, felt so hot dripping off my skin.
"Oh! Hey!" A voice called. Our heads quickly turned, nearly bumping into each other, as a person with loud keys approached us.
"Can- can you give us some privacy..?" Ziggy begged, putting his hand out in front of him, indicating for the person to stop exactly where they were. And they did before getting too close. From here, I was able to make out "SECURITY" stitched on their shirt. Oh my God.
"You can't do that in here! C'mon guys!" They whined. "Hey, wait a minute... weren't you guys banned from your last gym for causing problems?"
We nodded slowly. Are our faces posted on registration pages?
"Oh c'mon guys, shouldn't you know better by now? I for sure would. There should be a warrant for you two. 'Bonnie and Clyde of YMCA's'. Only difference is you don't steal... I don't think, you just cause concern for public safety and sanitation. Disgusting." The security guard shook their head, turning away to walk out. "I'm giving you 5 minutes."
With that, Ziggy and I detangled from each other. I grabbed my towel, turning to grab my bag to change as Ziggy stood and watched.
"What are you doing?" I asked, drying myself off.
"Can you lend me your towel..?"
I giggled, handing it to him, watching as he rushed around the corner.
Not even a second later I heard the security guard groaning at the sad sight of Ziggy in a tiny, pink towel with kittens printed all over it.
"C'mon man! You- don't turn around! Just go!"
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After Ziggy came out with his belongings, we were escorted out of the building. The guard told us that he was going to let us go, but surveillance footage says otherwise. I think it's best if we never return to any gym ever again.
"We should invest in a home gym." Ziggy suggested as if he were reading my mind.
I looked up at him and nodded. We are never gonna be allowed back inside any gym for 50 years.
