Insomnia had been eating him alive the last few days, mind racing with everything from work, to his failing relationship, and of course his kids. A non-stop ferris wheel that wouldnât let him get off no matter how much he willed it to. Which meant he would be pushing himself physically to the point of exhaustion if he had to, if only to get a peace of mind.
Frequenting the gym wasnât a usual for him, as he had questioned the cleanliness â and the obvious witnessing of the lack of wiping down equipment was a major contributing factor. But when youâre desperate for anything and want to stare at something that wasnât a wall to motivate oneâs self, Kurt was left with no choice but to leave his job early and let himself work up a sweat.
And have an excuse to stretch himself, probing his flexibility was still in tact, for wandering eyes in his direction. That was just a bonus when it came to the tight shorts and tank top.
Sweat sticking the fabric to his skin from a hard workout, Kurtâs wiping his face with his own shirt - exposing his firm and taut stomach, flexed muscle rippling - he isnât fully aware of his surroundings for a moment and opens himself to be bumped into. Hands extending automatically to catch the possibility of knocking the other person over.
âOh, woah, was not paying any attention,â he apologizes quickly with a nervous laugh, âthatâs completely on me.â
Recognizing the face easily, however, he relaxes from the probability of a gym rat taking offense of having his form ruined. âOh, yeah! Iâm fine, Iâm fine. Takes a lot more than to tip this old guy over.â Laugh switching to something more warm and at ease. âAre you okay?â
Dakota's lips quirk up as he heard his words and he chuckles. "I guess we can split the blame then since we both weren't paying attention." Dakota had been listening to a knew k-pop song that has come out. As much as he loves american music, he just felt like that genre had so much in terms of music that was dance-focus and performance focused. And he absolutely loves it.
"I am," Dakota assures with a nod of his head and a chuckle. Shifting the gym bag lightly in a more relaxing and comfortable position. "Was listening to some music and just got lost in the beat I guess." Dakota admits with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.
"I'll admit though, I'm surprised," he admits, "I wasn't expecting to see anyone else out." Dakota had on a pair of jeans that hugged his lower body rather flatteringly. His own shirt had a pretty deep v-cut in it and showed that while he wasn't the most obnoxiously muscled guy around, he definitely had some on him. "You frequent the gym this late normally?"












