PLEASE CONSIDER firefighter!rooster and reader who works at the gym he uses. Just oggling him from the front desk and taking extra long to get fresh towels in his area just to watch as he becomes a sweaty mess :) like you know that man could throw them around!!!
@jupitercomet is this you?
nonny, I love this so much. I've wanted to write a fic just like this, with OG!Rooster (I'm leaving the gorgeous Rooster!Firefighter AU thots to my friends who are so sexily writing him). But can you imagine Rooster at your gym. He knows from the second, the SECOND you sign him in on your shift that you're BESOTTED.
So he puts on a show. Because he can, because he's Rooster. Whether it's a cardio day, weights (arms days are ridiculous, bench press is his bitch and curls are all about muscles, veins and sweat dripping from him - notroosterbradshaw's hubby at the gym is currently inspo for gym!Rooster and it's a fuckin' gun show all day every day) -
Watching sweat drip from his forehead or chin is what dreams are made of and you're so thankful this is your job. But he lives in the gym. AM before he's due on the tarmac, PM after a hard day in the air with simulations, it doesn't matter... he's there.
And when he brings his friends in, it's a treat to see them spot each other, the blonde one struts around half-dressed, more abs than you imagined possible and the girl? She holds her own with the boys and they wouldn’t dare make a lewd comment. She holds the power, and they do not deny that.
The days he showers there and he reappears with mussed tendrils, or strutting out with sweat-drenched clothes? One and the same and you're turned on, finding yourself touching yourself in those intimate alone time hours. It's Rooster Bradshaw, it's all for Rooster Bradshaw.
He's the fantasy. He's the one you want... but he already knew that. And he does what he can to make you feel like you're the only person he's there for.
