gym bro who sees you on the machines and encourages you to try out the weights and stands just a little closer than necessary when spotting you. gym bro who corrects your posture with his hands lingering on your lower back even after he's done explaining. who takes care of your aching muscles with a firm touch whenever you're sore, though somehow, his hands always find their way up the bottom of your shorts up to the soft skin on your inner thighs. he'll graze just a few inches from your pelvis area only to work his way back down. it's almost like he enjoys watching you get worked up, especially when he knows you can't do anything about it.
"dude, you good? we should get back to it before this place closes."
acting completely clueless. it drives you fucking insane.
gym bro who takes you into the locker room and drags you into a stall with him, then pushes you onto your knees on the hard tile floor and guides your head to the growing hard on in his shorts.
"shit man, look how fucking hard you've got me. you're gonna have to take care of it for me, alright? just like that, yeah, just take it slow and take me in at your own pace, okay? god, that's perfect. you're a fast learner, aren't you? fuck that feels so good."