Chapter 1: Midnight Reps
The gym was a ghost town at 11 p.m., the kind of quiet that made every clank of metal echo like a gunshot. Diego adjusted his wrist wraps, his sharp jaw set as he eyed the bench press. He was a corporate lawyer, a trans man who’d clawed his way to the top of London’s cutthroat legal scene, and tonight, he needed to burn off the stress of a 14-hour day. His lean, muscled frame glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights, tank top clinging to his skin as he loaded the bar with more weight than he probably should’ve.
That’s when Harry swaggered in. The personal trainer was all rugged edges—broad shoulders, stubbled jaw, and a smirk that could melt steel. His gym shorts hung low, teasing a glimpse of the V-line that disappeared beneath the fabric. Diego’s dark eyes flicked up, catching the way Harry’s gaze lingered on him, unapologetic and hungry.
“Need a spot, mate?” Harry’s voice was gravelly, a low rumble that sent a jolt straight through Diego’s core. He leaned against the rack, arms crossed, muscles flexing like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Diego smirked, wiping sweat from his brow. “Only if you can keep up. I don’t play nice with slackers.”
Harry chuckled, stepping closer. “Oh, I’m all about pushing limits. Let’s see how much you can handle.” The double entendre hung heavy in the air, and Diego’s pulse kicked up a notch as he lay back on the bench, gripping the bar. Harry positioned himself above, his crotch hovering just inches from Diego’s face as he steadied the weight. Through the thin fabric of his shorts, Diego could see the outline of Harry’s cock, straining hard against the material, and damn if it didn’t make his own body react—heat pooling low, his pussy clenching with a sudden, desperate ache.
“Eyes on the bar, counselor,” Harry teased, catching Diego’s stare. “Unless you’re distracted by something else.”
Diego’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he pushed the weight up, muscles taut. “Takes more than a pretty package to throw me off. But if you’re offering a closer look, I’m not one to say no.”
Harry’s eyes darkened, a flash of raw desire cutting through his playful facade. “Careful what you wish for. I don’t hold back.”
The air between them crackled as Diego racked the bar, sitting up with a slow, deliberate roll of his shoulders. Sweat dripped down his neck, and he could feel the damp heat between his thighs, his body screaming for more than just a workout. Harry stepped closer, his breath hot and uneven, the bulge in his shorts impossible to ignore now. Diego’s gaze locked on it, unashamed, as he stood, their bodies inches apart.
“You gonna keep teasing, or are you gonna do something about it?” Diego’s voice was a challenge, sharp and commanding, his hand brushing against Harry’s hip as if daring him to cross the line.
Harry’s smirk turned feral. “Oh, I’m done playing. Question is, can you handle the heat?” He grabbed Diego’s wrist, pulling him closer, their chests brushing as the tension snapped like a taut wire. Diego’s free hand slid down, gripping Harry’s firm ass through his shorts, feeling the muscle tense under his touch.
“Try me,” Diego growled, his voice dripping with need as he sank to his knees, right there in the empty gym, the cold floor biting into his skin. His fingers hooked into Harry’s waistband, tugging it down just enough to free that hard, throbbing cock. His mouth watered, his own body aching, wet and ready, as he looked up at Harry with a glint of pure, unbridled hunger.
Harry’s hand tangled in Diego’s hair, his breath hitching. “Fuck, you’re trouble.”
Diego’s lips hovered just over the tip, his smirk deadly. “You have no idea.”
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