Uhm idk!!

Gym

Smut warning! Sorry if this is going too fast. But tbh, I dont care and just like smut LOL!!

It had been a couple of weeks since the whole interaction with Clay. We had been fine after, though didn't see much of each other after that. I had been too busy and caught up with finals and work to really see much of anyone.

I walked out of my car and down the drive way. Clay's house had a very long driveway connecting from the main house to the guest house in the back. I never parked inside though, just outside on the curb.

Clay was out there. I only knew this from the music he was blasting from inside the gym he had. I started making my way towards the room, passing by the garage.

"Hey stranger." Clay yelled out, getting up to turn his music down.

I almost tripped on my own feet, getting myself to a halt and turning around to look at him.

"Oh, hey." I replied, waving awkwardly.

"How have ya been? Haven't seen you around much."

He started slowly making his way towards garage door, holding the edge of the top with both his hands. This really showed off his biceps and his chest, which were both really fucking sweaty.

"I, uhm, I've been good, just busy. And you?"

"I've been good myself, some issues with the wife, but other than that my shit has been together."

I nodded slowly. "That's good. Looks like the gym is working out for you."

He chuckled. "Yeah, it has been. I was just about to squat, if you wanna join in."

"I uh, well I have to get to doing some class work." I replied, about to walk away.

"Oh come on, a couple minutes won't hurt."

I let out a small smile, kind of becoming submissive into whatever gym idea he proposed. His arms fell to his side and he grabbed onto my shoulder with one, bringing me in front of him and walking towards his squat rack.

I was wearing a loose school shirt and a pair of Gymshark shorts, so I felt pretty okay with working out right now.

"Ever hit a pr?" He asked, placing two plates onto the bar.

I shook my head. "Nope, but I know damn well I cannot squat whatever it is you're putting on."

He chuckled. "Oh, no. This is just my warmup." He said, going under the bar and squatting the weight with ease.

God damn.

"Now, it's your turn."
He turned over to look at me, giving me a cheeky little smile before going to unrack the weights and leaving a plate on.

"If I die, it's on you." I said, nervously walking over to the squat rack.

"You'll be fine. Ill be spotting you."

I swung myself under the bar, positioning myself well enough to where I had good enough form. Clay also helped out. He grabbed onto my hips softly and moved me to the side a bit, putting slight pressure on my hips to hinge me enough to where my hips sat right.

I felt my face get hot, and my breathing getting harder.

"Okay, now squat."

I did as he said. But god damn, he was so close to me.

I bent myself a bit over once I moved back. Once i started moving down, my ass was against Clay, the feeling of my clothes pulling against his.

Something else I could feel once I got lower was his hard on. That was my stopping point.