foaming at the mouth why didn’t i think of this sooner AAA
modern!jayce wearing those grey sweatpants. the ones that fit him perfectly, hanging off his hips effortlessly, catching every eye within a 10 mile radius. not to mention the so very obviously dïck print along the seam in the front and god did the sight make your mouth water.
he had just finished his own work out, shirt off, sweaty, and wearing those goddamn sweatpants. and you swore he did it on purpose, just to tease you. he was your personal trainer and you really shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about him but there you are, staring at the way his biceps flex when he picks up any sort of equipment. how his chest tightens with every movement or the way he effortlessly throws around large sums of weight. the sweat that beads and rolls down his toned abs, curving down his v line, going lower and lower into that happy trail of his— just to disappear under the sweats he wears.
those damned sweatpants would haunt your dreams.
and when he catches you staring, he’d slide one side of his headphones off of his ear, glancing at you with a little concerned glint to his eyes before he realizes what you’re staring at—oh lord—he probably smiles. all soft and “innocent” like as he makes his way to stand in front of you.
“you ok?”
“uh…yeah, perfectly fine.” you’d lie; trying your best to avoid his eyes.
he’d probably laugh a little because he knew better. his own face flushed a little red as he practically towers over you. and if you point out the blush across his cheeks, he’d definitely lie and say it was just from his work out; nothing more.
“you sure about that?”
if his words didn’t make you blush, his hot, heavy hand trailing along your arm, squeezing your shoulder, and pressing his fingers gently into your neck lights your face on fire. you were still in public and he was this bold? you were definitely in for some trouble. and just as you thought; trouble comes in when he’s bending just the slightest bit down to catch your adverted gaze once more, your faces merely inches apart now, as he whispers: “let’s work on some core techniques with a private lesson today.”