Not My Congressman (ManxMan)

Chapter 9

"Um... Why am I here exactly?" Finn folded his arms over his chest as he glared down at the handsome blond man laying horizontal on the bench; lifting a heavy barbell up and over his chest. It had only been a week since Finn started his internship with Wyatt, and he was beginning to think this was a lot more involved of a job than a simple nine-to-five office stint.

Finn exercised and kept in shape; it was the only real way to keep up with the emotionally crippling body standards that ran rampant in the gay community. It was one of the many toxic tropes he found in the community; the constant need to have a perfect slender muscular build, constantly manscaped body, perfect hair and clothes.

Sure there were gays who weren't judgemental, but for a conventionally attractive basic white twinks like Finn, there was always a certain expectations; having a perfect body was only one of those things. Finn was gay and went to the gym, but wasn't necessarily a 'gym gay'. Wyatt, on the other hand seemed to be a lot more vested in the fitness lifestyle; hence the full home gym that he converted one of the guest bedrooms into and the constant rattling of his protein blender bottle that drove Finn up a wall during the work day.

"You're spotting me." Wyatt said with a huff as he set the heavy barbell onto the rack; pushing himself up as he wiped the sweat off his brow. Finn stared at the handsome man's sweaty face, trying hard to distract himself from the way Wyatt's perfect skin seemed to glow.

"Wyatt, I don't know what that means." Muttered Finn, blinking himself back to reality and away from the blond Greek god before him.

"All you have to do is stand there and if I start dropping the barbell, help me out so I don't die." Wyatt teased, smiling as he noticed Finn's lips were lightly parted as he stared blatantly at Wyatt's rippling muscles.

This was one of the reasons Finn scoffed at all the people who thought being gay was a choice; he didn't know what it was but something about the pheromones given off by men was enthralling to him. He knew Wyatt was straight but the pheromones were starting to make him want nothing more in that moment than to get dicked down.

"Finn. Finn? FINN." Wyatt gently but sternly beckoned him out of his trance like state, watching as the boy's body tensed up; his eyes refocusing from that dull, glazed over look they carried only moments prior.

"Wha?" Finn drawled dumbly, his brains still slightly hazy from his inner daydreams of Wyatt pounding him into the weight training bench. "Sorry, I kind of zoned out."

"You're good." Wyatt reassured him, teasingly biting his lower lip as he pushed himself up too standing. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, then we'll go shopping." He smirked as he pulled off his tight fitting white tank top and playfully chucked it in Finn's face. "Do me a solid and chuck that in the laundry for me? Thanks."

Finn felt his heart stop in his chest, Wyatt's intoxicating scent literally hitting him in the face. Before he could even respond, Wyatt had disappeared down the hall from his little home gym and into his bathroom to wash off his post-workout glow. Finn gulped nervously as swiftly made a bee line straight for Wyatt's laundry room.

As he stepped in, he stared down at the lightly moist garment in his hands, knowing he shouldn't do what he was going to next; but the temptation was simply eating at him from the inside. That smell, that aroma, the way his hormones clouded his mind and judgement; he couldn't help it.

He glanced over his shoulder, not sure whom he was looking for; there was nobody else in Wyatt's house, and from the sound of the shower it was unlikely Wyatt would catch him. He grimaced for a second, momentarily reevaluating his life as let out a frustrated huff. Finn brought the fabric up to his face and inhaled Wyatt's essence; the mix of manly testosterone muddled into the slightest hint of his manly cologne.