The summer is truly a beast. You hate to sweat. You become such a bitch in the heat. But you were just starting to see gains from your gym routine, and routines meant you had to stick to your schedule and go to the gym. Even if it was a 20 minute walk to the gym and it was 100 degrees outside. You taped up and threw on the lightest weight tank and shorts you had and blasted music while you walked to keep your attention from the feeling of UV on your skin.
Your muscles ached as you stood under the ice cold spray, but you couldn't bring yourself to care much about it. As much of a pain it was to stick to this particular routine, you really had grown to enjoy the ritual of it. You stepped out of the shower after much less time than you would have preferred, only to find your roommate, Tommy, standing at the sink washing his hands. Judging by the glisten of his skin, he had just gotten home from outside too. He was looking at his face in the mirror, so you snatch your towel from where you left it on the back of the toilet tank and wrap it around your waist. "Since when are we the kind of roommates who don't knock?"
"Just washin' my hands. In and out, y'know?" He smirked as he continued mussing his hair around and eyed you in the mirror.
"Yet you're still here..." Your voice was entirely unamused. In your time living together you learned quickly that reactions of any kind would just feed into whatever shenanigans Tommy was playing at. It was like he was always trying to make you blush, or squirm or...
He turned the sink off and cocked his head at you as his eyes raked over your body, still dripping with water. A small pool was forming on the tile at your feet. "Admiring the view, since you're so kindly sharin' it."
Instinctively, your arms raise up to cover your taped chest but, quick as a flash, Tommy has stepped forward to close the gap between you and grabbed your wrist ever so gently to keep your chest exposed. Even before looking up in his eyes you could feel him still looking at you. He was hungry... Like that song.
"Arm day?" His fingers left your wrist and trailed slowly up your arm, giving an appreciative squeeze. His hand continued up until it rested on your jaw and his thumb grazed your lower lip. You were pliant under his touch so he was able to move you a step or two until you were backed up against the door. The feeling of Tommy's bulge against your thigh was the last fucking straw.
Suddenly, your tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb before you wrapped your lips fully around. Tommy follows your lead and leans down to start kissing your damp neck. You grabbed his bicep and before you could even formulate any thought about them, Tommy bites you. He knew where your mind was gonna go.
"You too tired to wrestle?"
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