uhhhh this rambling is brought to you by those pictures of Lovett from last night and also podsavemysoul’s Tommy sublimates all his feelings at the gym fic.
So maybe in San Francisco hanging out with friend activities included a lot of passing around lists of the best hikes from Tom Stienstra, or seemed to think you could only hit the Lagunitas Brew Pub after a hike around Lake Lagunitas. After the break up there was maybe a little less weekend hiking, and a little more hours killed in the gym so he wouldn’t be alone in his apartment.
(Lovett had looked at him after the inauguration and declared him ready for the Hunger Games. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m too old.” “Fine, you might escape a stalker or two on Running Man.”)
It wasn’t like Tommy quit working out in LA, he still went for runs, but the hills were a little more avoidable. He had a gym membership, but he spent more nights a week hanging out with Favs, Emily and Lovett or dog sitting than working on his PBs. So his suit for the wedding ends up a little tight at the first fitting.
But then Lovett is like, “Hey, do you get a referral credit if I join your gym? I can’t handle being in photos with all you handsome assholes without working out a little more and I hate mine.”
and so suddenly gym time is hanging out with Lovett time and Tommy is just being a GOOD FRIEND by helping to spot him but that means there’s a lot of sweaty skin to skin contact and Lovett keeps making jokes about how if they were in the valley there’d probably be a porn studio attached to the gym for ease of filming. And Tommy having to hide his boner in his gym shorts and dying but also completely unable to disrupt their routine because he likes the little gasps Lovett makes when he’s pushing himself, and the way he whines Tommy’s name when Tommy’s the one pushing him just a little further.
He plays it off with “he’s been working out” jokes but, like, he’s always been into the softness of Lovett’s stomach and the way his jeans clung to his thighs. Now it’s just a brand new kind of torture as Tommy’s brain updates his old fantasies and mixes in Lovett’s new smedium t-shirts that are clinging to his chest.
and idk, Lovett makes a move and Tommy’s like “oh thank god” because he was going to lose his mind. But then Tommy keeps dragging them to bed instead of the gym and is like “you know I was into you when we were both half dead in DC, right? this look is uh, really good, but not actually necessary.”
and Jon flushes kind of please but is like, “Who says I’m doing it for you? Maybe I just want to make sure you’re not letting yourself go even as you start pushing 40.”
So then Tommy has to pick him up and toss him on the bed and show Jon exactly what he’s yet to let go of.
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