Love Trainer [VegasPete Edition]

Week Four

To say that Pete was embarrassed was the understatement of the century. He was completely horrified by every conversation that was had at dinner, and more importantly the escort he needed to get back to his apartment.

Shereen had tried to console him, even as he threw all the blame her way. Pete overanalyzed every moment until he was sick to his stomach, though that was likely just his hangover.

At around noon a text came in:

"How are you feeling?"

Pete stared down at his phone cursing soju and his best friend one more time. There was a great wave of guilt, an overwhelming urge to apologize profusely.

"I'm good. Thank you for your help last night. I'm really embarrassed, I hope my friends were not too much."

The message was read right away. Pete's heart kick-started, his hands started to sweat.

"They are a lot of fun, I really enjoyed myself. Make sure to drink some electrolytes before you come in. I'll try to go easy on you, but I can't promise anything."

Pete couldn't believe his eyes. Was the bastard Adonis trying to be cheeky? Pete had to admit he really enjoyed the way the trainer had gone out of his way to take care of him. Despite Pete's less than friendly personality, Vegas had been assertive and attentive. He wasn't about to listen to Shereen, but he did give in to the idea that the trainer might actually be a nice guy.

It took twice as long to get ready, and by the time Pete arrived at the gym he was in full out panic. He ran the treadmill on a higher speed trying to lower the restlessness.

The trainer approached as soon as Pete was done with his cardio and it was time to admit there was trouble brewing. His heart was beating wildly and it had nothing to do with exercise. A heat wave blasted out from his stomach. Damn, he's so good looking.

"Ready?" Vegas greeted him with a smile and his eyes spoke of mischief.

It should have been obvious that Vegas was not going to play nice, because nothing about the workout was 'taking it easy'. Pete was sweating bullets and halfway through his set on the incline bench press, he became a shaky mess.

Vegas was quick to come to Pete's aid, standing in front of him to help with the push. The trainer stepped between Pete's legs and the angle successfully put the Adoni's crotch at eye level.

As Pete's legs shook from the muscle strain, another muscle pulsed with the rush of blood flow. He closed his eyes hoping to keep his composure, but he could still see Vegas' bulge behind his eyelids. He was already heated, but there was an extra burn to his cheeks.

"Up, up, up," Vegas chanted until Pete's shaky arms finished his press with a long grunt. "Good job, especially on keeping your back straight." Vegas pressed his hand against Pete's sternum as he instructed.

Pete lolled his head back in defeat, because he had to let himself enjoy it. He was too selfish not to. Luckily his hat hid the way his eyes rolled. Pete decided the bastard wasn't a new crush, he was temptation and the abyss all rolled into one.

At the end of the workout, Pete took a rest on a bench. The trainer sat next to him, he stretched his arms on the backrest behind Pete.

"You didn't take it easy on me at all. Everything hurts," Pete complained.

"I didn't need to, you did really good."

Pete could feel the burn in his ears, he drank water to distract himself.

"So many compliments today, even after last night."

"What's wrong with last night? You've been working hard, Pete. You deserve the praise."