Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 15: Marc And Dalton's Early Morning Run

Marc woke up early, his head a little heavy from the night before. The remnants of last night's celebration were all around him: empty bottles, scattered clothes, and the telltale signs of a night spent laughing, drinking, and letting loose. Marc smiled to himself, grateful for the fun, but now it was time to clear the remnants of their good time.

He moved downstairs, noticing the living room was a bit of a mess. But what really caught his attention was the sight in the game room. Max and Colt were sprawled out on the floor, completely naked in their deep sleep, their bodies tangled together, as if the night had left them completely worn out. Zeb, too, was passed out on the couch, his clothes discarded somewhere nearby, a light blanket draped over him but leaving little to the imagination.

Marc chuckled softly, amused but not surprised. It had been one wild night. He sighed, setting to work cleaning up the living room and the game room. Once he finished, he grabbed his jogging pants and a white tank top and headed outside to clear his head with a run.

The crisp morning air greeted him as he stepped outside, the world still quiet, with only the early birds stirring. Marc found his stride as he jogged through the neighborhood, the rhythm of his feet hitting the pavement calming his mind.

As he turned a corner, he spotted a tall figure ahead—someone he'd seen around but never really spoken to. The guy was jogging at an impressive pace, his form lean yet muscular, and his presence was undeniable. Marc quickened his pace to catch up, and as he drew closer, he saw it was Dalton.

Dalton was 6'4", a true powerhouse of muscle with broad shoulders and a bodybuilder's build that left no room for weakness. His posture was confident, but there was something relaxed about him as he jogged, something that drew Marc in. He had to admit, his first impression of Dalton wasn't just about how strong he looked—it was about the quiet confidence he carried.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" Marc called out, falling into step beside Dalton.

Dalton turned his head, his deep brown eyes locking with Marc's. "Not at all," he replied, offering a grin. "Always nice to have a running buddy."

Marc smiled back, feeling at ease right away. As they jogged side by side, Marc couldn't help but notice Dalton's muscles flexing beneath his fitted athletic gear. The sheer size of Dalton's legs and arms was impressive, and Marc found himself intrigued by the way his muscles moved, fluid and powerful with each stride.

"So, what do you do?" Marc asked, trying to keep the conversation going as they jogged through the quiet streets.

Dalton chuckled lightly. "Bodybuilding, mostly. Been doing it for a few years now. I love lifting, but I also like cardio—keeps me agile, you know?" His voice had a rich, deep quality that matched his size, and Marc couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more.

"Yeah, I get that," Marc replied, his voice a little breathless. "I'm more into running and biking myself, but I admire the dedication it takes to build a body like yours."

Dalton's smile widened at the compliment. "Thanks, man. It's a lot of work, but I enjoy it. Legs and arms are my focus. I get a lot of compliments on the V-cut below my abs, but honestly, I'm most proud of my arms. There's something about the power in them."

Marc glanced at Dalton's arms, his muscles bulging slightly as he swung his arms with each stride. The veins in his forearms were clearly defined, testament to years of hard work and dedication. Marc was impressed, and he couldn't deny the subtle pull of attraction.

They jogged in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the peaceful morning. Marc felt the tension in his muscles ease as the run continued. There was something about being in Dalton's company that made him feel more relaxed, more at ease with himself.

After about 20 minutes of jogging, Dalton suggested they take a break. They slowed down and jogged into an open field, the early morning light casting long shadows across the grass. The air was fresh, and the world still felt like it was waking up.

They sat down in the grass, both of them breathing heavily but smiling. The quiet was nice—just the sound of their breaths and the occasional bird call in the distance.

Marc stretched his legs out, feeling the pull in his calves. He looked over at Dalton, who was doing the same, his muscular frame stretching effortlessly. The soft rise and fall of Dalton's chest caught Marc's attention, and he couldn't help but admire the way his pecs flexed slightly with each breath. His body was an artwork of strength, power, and dedication.

"You've got some serious muscle," Marc said, feeling a little bolder now that they were sitting down and relaxing. "It's impressive."

Dalton laughed, a warm sound. "Thanks, man. I've spent years building it. But you don't get this strong without a lot of work—and a lot of protein," he added with a wink.

Marc chuckled, the flirtation not lost on him. As he watched Dalton, he couldn't ignore the way his attraction seemed to grow. The guy was huge, but there was a gentleness to him, something laid-back and easy to talk to. It was clear that Dalton wasn't just about his muscles; he was approachable, kind-hearted, and had a sense of humor that made Marc feel comfortable around him.

"You know, I've always admired people who can stay dedicated to something like bodybuilding," Marc said, turning slightly toward Dalton. "I've never had that kind of focus."

Dalton's smile softened. "It's all about finding what works for you. Everyone has their own thing. I just happen to like this."

Marc couldn't help but look at Dalton a little longer, his gaze dropping to the muscles of his arms and chest. It wasn't just admiration anymore—it was a deeper curiosity, a pull that Marc couldn't quite explain. The physical attraction was undeniable.

Dalton noticed Marc's gaze, and his eyes darkened slightly. There was a moment of silence between them, the air suddenly thick with unspoken tension. Dalton leaned in a little closer, and Marc felt his heart race.

"You know," Dalton said quietly, "sometimes it's nice to have someone appreciate all this work." His voice was low, almost teasing.

Marc swallowed, his breath hitching slightly as he realized what Dalton was implying. They were close now, so close he could feel the heat radiating from Dalton's body. The muscular scent of him, a mix of sweat and clean soap, was intoxicating.

Marc's gaze flicked to Dalton's lips, and for a second, everything around them disappeared. The quiet of the field, the cool air—everything faded as their faces drew closer.

Before either of them could speak again, Dalton closed the distance, capturing Marc's lips in a soft but insistent kiss. Marc's heart skipped a beat as he responded, leaning into the kiss, his hand finding Dalton's arm, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the skin.

The kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync, as if they were both learning the rhythm of each other. Dalton's hands slid to Marc's waist, pulling him a little closer, while Marc's hand moved to Dalton's chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

They pulled back for a moment, both breathless, and Dalton's eyes searched Marc's face, as if looking for any hesitation.

"Is this okay?" Dalton asked, his voice low and earnest.

Marc nodded, his pulse racing. "Yeah, this is good."

With that, they leaned in again, kissing more deeply this time, the chemistry between them undeniable. The quiet of the field and the cool morning air surrounded them, but in that moment, it was just the two of them.

As the sun began to rise higher in the sky, they reluctantly pulled away, their bodies still close, their breaths mingling.

"Thanks for the run," Marc said, his voice thick with desire, though he tried to keep it light.

Dalton grinned. "Anytime, Marc."

They stood up, both feeling the electric charge between them, knowing that this was just the beginning of something new. As they jogged back to their starting point, the tension remained, a spark that neither of them was willing to extinguish just yet.