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Fuck.
The plates at this gym must have been heavier. They say that, right? Weights vary. Well, these ones were heavier.
Shaking arms held a measly 165 pounds only inches above his chest, seizing muscles ready to crush him.
Fuck. 165, really? Gritting his teeth, Robert confirmed it - he was failing to press a weight miles from his personal best. As if that weren’t humiliating enough, he was minutes away from being killed by 165 pounds.
With a short exhale of exertion, Robert pushed at the bar, but fatigued muscles barely twitched in response. The effort only brought the bar closer when his arms gave out. A leg kicked out uselessly as Robert grunted through one final attempt, the bar only vibrating.
“You need some help?” The concrete ceiling was obstructed by Flambae leaning over Robert, not even trying to hide his smirk. “You’re not supposed to lift without a spot, idiot.” A finger was jabbed in the direction of a poster highlighting gym safety.
Adjusting his grip, Robert gave another push, feeling his cheeks heat up as the bar remained motionless. “Following the rules?” The words were spat out between gasps. “Rich, coming from you.”
“Oh, what, you think I don’t follow the rules? Then I guess I won’t follow the one called ‘help your pathetic dispatcher when he tries to lift anything heavier than his chihuahua.’”
Robert paused. “Wait.” The bar touched his chest with every breath. “That one - that’s a rule that - please follow that one.”
“Why should I?” Taking a dramatic step back, Flambae crossed his arms. “I don’t follow the rules. You said. What do I get, Roberto?”
“What?” Robert hissed out, his grip slowly faltering. “I’ll give you… the easy calls today - the ones you can’t fail. Or... or only the hardest calls? To get more points.” The bar slipped, compressing Robert’s chest for just a moment, knocking the wind from him. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
Slipping his hands under the bar, Flambae froze, clicking his tongue. “Work, work, I don’t give a shit about work. Is that all that rattles around in that empty space between your ears? No, give me something I want.”
Robert’s response was a frustrated yelp, despite Flambae’s tone sending a shiver down his spine. “Let’s skip the twenty questions.” A voice in Robert’s head hoped what Flambae wanted was exactly what he was thinking. Another voice gagged at the thought.
“Oh, I think you know.” Flambae stood over the bench. “Look at me.”
Tearing his attention away from the bar threatening his life, Robert looked up at Flambae - whose face was partially obscured by the growing bulge in his suit hovering just above Robert’s head. “Fuck!” The attempt to flinch away was made impossible by the weight pinning him down. Making what he hoped was a subtle movement, Robert tried to shift his hips to hide his own rush of blood.
Hands finally grabbing the bar, Flambae held the weight, not yet freeing Robert, but giving his straining muscles a much needed respite. “What do you say? I help you, you help me, we help each other. A good plan - a quid pro quo.”
Some of the pressure relieved, Robert’s fatigued body nearly melted into the bench. “So you’ll spot me if I… if I what - suck you off or something?” His breath hitched, but Robert chalked it up to exhaustion.
“Since you’re offering.”
The bar was lifted. Robert nearly moaned as he let his arms flop across his torso, rubbing at his tense chest. “Shit,” was all he mustered, falling limp on the bench.
“You are a weak bitch.” Flambae’s forearms leaned against the bar casually, towering over Robert again. “Going to fulfill your end of the bargain, hero boy?”
Sitting up, Robert’s hands gripped the sides of the bench, steadying himself through a spell of lightheadedness. “Nothing stopping me from leaving now.”
The laugh was low and Robert’s stomach did a somersault. Straddling the bench, Flambae lowered himself, settling across from Robert. “That is.” Sharp eyes raked down Robert’s body, until they reached his sweatpants, which left little to the imagination.
Scooting back, Robert was caged between the bar and Flambae, who was grinning down at him. Finding the gap in Flambae’s teeth, Robert struggled to tear his attention away. What the fuck? “Happens when I lift.” He gestured non-committally to himself. “I can take care of it. In the shower.”
“Ugh.” Flambae groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you could do it the sad, depressing, Robert way. Or…” Leaning forward, Flambae was primed to pounce. “You could show me. All the practice with yourself - I want to see it.”
The backhanded compliment - was it a compliment at all? - went straight to Robert’s dick, the coil of anticipation tightening. Without permission, Robert’s body leaned in. What was he doing? His hand reached out, tentative and slow, resting on Flambae’s shoulder. Flambae, of all the people he could have a hard on for, it was Flambae.
Fuck it.
Robert closed the distance between them, planting a foot on the floor for stability as he kissed Flambae. Their lips pressed together with more force than intended as Robert lost his balance, crashing into Flambae, who steadied him easily.
“Eager? Slow down. Savor.”
A grounding hand rested on the back of Robert’s neck, guiding him back into a kiss. It was gentle, each of Flambae’s movements slow and deliberate - a stark contrast from the predatory gaze from just a few moments earlier.
The kiss was maddening. Robert needed more. Hands trailed up the arms that wrapped around him, exploring the definitions of Flambae’s biceps before roaming across his exposed chest.
Breaking the kiss, Flambae leaned back, watching Robert’s expedition across his body. “You like it? The body of a real man? Not someone so -”
“Yeah, yeah, weak, pathetic, bitch, whatever. Shut up and kiss me.”
Flambae obliged, pulling Robert into a tight embrace, peppering a line of light kisses up his jaw before capturing his lips again. Robert swallowed down a moan, not ready to give Flambae the satisfaction of that level of desperation.
Hands continued their journey along Flambae’s torso. Pulling at the fabric of his suit, Robert tried to slide it down his shoulders, searching for more skin to touch. The kiss ended abruptly, Flambae leaning away, dislodging Robert’s hands from his suit.
“You okay?” Robert held his hands awkwardly in front of him.
“Obviously.” Rolling out his shoulders, Flambae shrugged. “I never strip first. This is the way I do it. You go and then… then I will.” His eyes flicked away from Robert’s. Was he nervous?
“O… kay.” The response was drawled out as Robert tugged at the hem of his hoodie, yanking it over his head in one fluid movement, baring his upper body. The hoodie was discarded, pooling on the floor.
“Woah.” The word was breathed out. Flambae’s hand reached out - the one missing two fingers - hovering over Robert’s chest. It hesitated, waiting for a curt nod from Robert before tracing a few of the numerous scars. His fingers found an especially ugly one, a discolored blotch on Robert’s flank. “From fire - a burn.”
Tensing to avoid flinching away from the scrutinizing touch, Robert’s eyes followed the hand. “I’ve had more than a few close calls with fire.”
“It’s beautiful.”
It was hard to believe they were both looking at the same piece of mangled skin. “Whatever you say. Your turn.”
Clearing his throat, Flambae pulled his hand away from Robert and yanked his suit down his arms, shaking them free from the restricting fabric. “Unblemished, pristine, perfect.”
Truthfully, it was. But Flambae didn’t have to know that.
Instead of risking the saccharine compliments threatening to pour from his mouth, Robert used it to assault Flambae’s neck, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin and earning himself an appreciative sigh.
Collecting Robert in his arms, Flambae maneuvered them both into standing positions, their bodies staying in constant contact. Nails were dragged down Robert’s back, sliding lower, before a hand gave one of his cheeks a not-so-subtle squeeze.
With a smile, Robert bit at Flambae’s earlobe. “I thought we were savoring.” The words were whispered and the grip on Robert’s ass tightened as Flambae made a breathy sound.
“Appetizer’s all gone. Time to savor the main course.” Flambae’s hand shifted up, hooking a thumb under Robert’s waistband.
“Good. I’m starving.” What the fuck was he saying? The restaurant metaphor was surely going to make him lose sleep. He would have physically cringed if he wasn’t being honest. The main course couldn’t come soon enough.
The sweatpants were pulled down, cool air refreshing on Robert’s feverish flesh. “No underwear, Robert? You come to the gym prepared, I can see.”
With a short laugh, Robert pulled at the bottom half of Flambae’s suit, watching the glossy material puddle at their feet. “Hypocrite.” Whatever Flambae was worried about with undressing… he shouldn’t. Every part of him impressive, cock included.
“Suit doesn’t breathe, you know? Fire proof, but roasts my nuts all day. Another layer? No, no.” Kicking off the fabric clinging to his ankles, Flambae strolled over to a rack of free weights.
Sitting on the bench again, Robert untangled his own legs from his pants. “What, gotta finish your reps first?”
“I do like lifting nude, but no…” Trailing off, Flambae leaning over the rack, scanning the wall behind it. “No, Sonar - the slut - he has stashes of lube. At least one in the gym, no doubt.”
With a noise of disgust, Robert recoiled. “We’re using Sonar’s lube?”
“Oh, didn’t realize the princess had such strict lube preferences. I could always take you dry and you can explain to the team why you can’t sit down.” Shaking his head, Flambae crouched near the treadmills, reaching into the cup holders. “Help me look.”
“Who said you’re doing the taking?” Robert stood, wandering aimlessly around the gym, attention focused on Flambae’s flexed back as he leaned over.
The same low laugh. “Thought it was a given. Unblemished, remember?”
The time it was taking for the two of them to scour the gym was starting to wane the thrill - not to mention Robert kept thinking about Sonar needing lube. Where does the fur end? Turning to Flambae, Robert considered asking if he’d ever seen Sonar shirtless-
“Ah hah!” From a pile of yoga mats, Flambae held up the bottle with a cry of victory. “Does that freak do yoga?”
“Mention Sonar one more time, and I put those pants back on.” Robert desperately tried to stop imagining the hybrid.
Holding his hands up defensively, Flambae stalked back to the bench. “Fine, fine. But don’t judge what you haven’t tried.” Flambae turned to Robert with a small smile, the hungry gaze soaking him in. “Come here.”
Without having to tell his legs to obey, Robert walked toward Flambae, the coil immediately furling in his stomach again. Flambae’s fingers brushed Robert’s back, a feather-light touch, leading him to the bench.
“On your back.”
Robert let out a small cough, another effort to suppress a far more lewd sound. “Don’t expect any ‘yes, sir’ shit,” he choked out, despite following the command anyway, laying back on the bench in the very same position Flambae had found him in.
“If I wanted that shit, I’d have walked in during Sonar’s workout instead.” The cap of the lube popped open.
“Oh, fuck you.” Leaning forward, Robert swatted at the stabilizing hand Flambae had rested on Robert’s thigh. “Wait. Really? He doesn’t strike me as -” A wet finger prodded at Robert’s entrance and he hissed in a breath.
The hand was back on his thigh, rubbing small circles. “I’ll invite you next time. You’d look good on the floor, kneeling next to him. Give me something to look at that isn’t a - well you’ve seen him.” The same hand moved from Robert’s leg to gently push at his chest, laying him back. “Relax.”
The thought of kneeling for Flambae made Robert’s dick twitch. “Next time? Confid-” The finger slipped inside him, just barely, the pressure making his body unconsciously tense. Flambae was patient, continuing the leg massage until he felt Robert relax, then slowly pushed the finger to the next knuckle.
There was no stopping the moan when there was sudden, wet warmth surrounding his cock. Flambae’s lips were wrapped around it as the finger crept deeper into Robert. Clawing at the leather beneath him, Robert fought the urge to thrust into Flambae’s mouth.
Another finger nudged its way inside as a tongue swirled over his head. Robert’s back arched, the fresh angle drawing out another choked sound. “Flambae…”
Giving the underside of Robert’s cock a few licks, Flambae smirked up at Robert. “Want to see something cool? Or I guess feel it - you know.”
“Yes.” The cold air on Robert’s cock was sharp, longing for the warmth of Flambae’s mouth. The two fingers settled deep, as deep as they could, scissoring a few times before stilling.
“Ready?” Before Robert could answer, there was a foreign heat radiating from his ass. It was like a hot shower or a warm towel, relaxing and very, very pleasant. The lube coating the fingers no longer had that jarring chillness.
Robert pressed down on the fingers, wanting the warmth deeper. The response was a third finger added, the stretch made milder by the calming heat.
“Does your -” A gasp of surprise as the fingers spread inside him, the brief pain quickly burned away. “Does your cock do this too?”
Another low laugh. “Oh, yes. You like it, Robert?” Climbing onto the bench, Flambae planted a knee between Robert’s legs, fingers still working him open. The other hand ran up and down Robert’s body, fingers leaving trails of heat.
Robert’s own hands reached up, pawing at Flambae’s body, desperate to touch as his own body twitched under the novel sensation. “Yes.” The hand cupped his balls, the intense heat making him flinch. “Feels amazing.”
“Want it hotter?” A small fireball in his hand, Flambae held it over Robert’s chest, the flames almost lapping at one of his nipples.
Instinctually, Robert’s body pressed itself into the bench, a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming heat. “Rain check.” Robert breathed out, sweat beading on his forehead. “Not looking to add any new scars today.”
Closing his fist, the fire vanished from Flambae’s palm, cooling the air just enough that Robert almost asked for it back. “I think,” the fingers were pulled out and Flambae grinned at Robert’s gasp. “You’re ready. Are you ready, Robert?”
Hearing his name again made him spasm. “I’m ready.”
Standing just behind the bench, Flambae tugged at Robert’s ankles, sliding him down the bench until his legs were hanging off, providing perfect alignment. The lube cap popped again. “Ready for what?” Despite not looking Flambae in the face, Robert could hear his smile.
“You watch too much porn.” In a monotonous voice, Robert continued. “I’m ready for you to split me in half with your monster cock, is that what you’re looking for? I’m ready for you to fuck me into this bench so hard -”
“Every cock must look like a monster cock to you.” Flambae was grinning now, pushing at Robert’s legs behind the knees.
Robert propped himself up on his elbows to glare at Flambae. “That’s not…” Letting his head fall back against the bench, Robert resigned himself to being manhandled into position. “You know what? Yeah, fuck me with your monster cock.”
“Hm. Not so hot when you say it like that.” Lining himself up with Robert, Flambae leaned forward, putting a bracing hand above Robert’s head.
The pressure was slow, Flambae taking more than enough time to let Robert adjust to the stretch. Robert’s hands clenched around the leather again, his legs wrapping around Flambae for leverage. Flambae froze, indicating he had bottomed out, letting Robert breath. “That’s all you got? Is it even in?” Robert managed through his tense throat before barking out a laugh.
Flambae moaned at the laugh, rocking his hips just slightly. The sudden change in pressure made Robert’s body twitch, repeating the cycle of small thrusts. “Chill the fuck out.” A hand splayed out across Robert’s chest. “Squeezing my shit so tight, I’m gonna finish before we even get started.”
Taking a few breaths to relax, Robert gave a small nod. Flambae tentatively pulled his hips back, before gliding forward again, slowly and deliberately, the same way he kissed. Agonizing. “You know,” Robert smiled at his own genius, “premature ejaculation - no shame in it, common -”
The rest of the sentence ended in Flambae’s mouth, Robert’s lips now preoccupied as hips snapped against hips. A new pace was set, tempo increased, matching their desperate lunges at each other to deepen the kiss.
Robert’s lower lip was captured between Flambae’s teeth. Warmth flooded into Robert again, the same feeling the fingers had, but more. The welcome heat warmed his prostate, somehow managing to make it even more sensitive to even the lightest of friction. As Robert made a gaspy, needy noise, Flambae bit his lip, just hard enough to make Robert tense, triggering a familiar chain reaction.
“Shit, Robert. You feel… yeah.” Flambae was rhythmically kissing Robert with each thrust, though the rhythm was becoming more erratic.
“Tired? Or close?” The constant change of speed was starting to get frustrating.
“I don’t get tired.” Flambae stopped moving altogether, causing Robert to buck his hips, searching for contact. “But, yes, legs are burning.”
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Robert pointed to the ground near the bench. “On the floor. I’ll get on top.”
Flambae reached around Robert’s back, scooping him up effortlessly, supporting him as they unceremoniously dropped to the floor, all the while Robert still seated firmly on Flambae’s cock.
Straddling Flambae, Robert found the same pace as before. Craving more friction, his right hand pumped at his own cock just a few times before it was slapped away and replaced by Flambae’s hand.
“Can’t have you taking all the credit.” Flambae mumbled as his hips kept lifting off the floor to meet Robert’s. The intense warmth of the hand made Robert nearly collapse, falling on top of Flambae, chests rubbing together as Robert tried to keep pace.
The hand, still slick with lube, matched the speed of the thrusts perfectly. “Fuck. I’m - Flambae - I’m…” His words cut off as he tensed, trying to cling on to the building pressure for as long as possible.
“Robert.” Flambae’s hips were moving erratically again, his free hand pulling at Robert’s legs, an attempt to impale him deeper. “Shit. Tight. Do that again. Please.”
Not even registering Flambae’s command, the desperation in his voice sent another shiver through Robert, which - judging by the strangled moan below him - was exactly what Flambae was looking for.
After a few more jerky thrusts, Flambae was practically writhing under Robert’s tempo. “Robert…”
The breathy tone told all and Robert adjusted to stand, not keen on sitting at his desk all day leaking evidence of this workout. Rising only half-way off Flambae, a fire erupted in Robert’s stomach - not quite painful, but certainly not familiar. The shock of the sensation dropped Robert back down, just in time to feel another pulse of heat.
The hand around his cock tightened, as Flambae groaned, thrusting another stream of lava into Robert. He wanted to say something, moan out Flambae’s name, say how perfect he felt, but the only noise he could muster was a sob as he finished, the first stripe of cum spattering across Flambae’s unblemished stomach.
Flambae’s mouth opened at the sight of the fluid, probably to scold Robert for his mess, but only a high-pitched squeak slipped out as Robert felt a final surge of heat, the comforting warmth flowing through him.
The beautiful heat coaxed Robert through his climax, pressing his hands against Flambae’s chest to keep from falling, cum pooling between the grooves of Flambae’s muscles.
“Holy hell, Robert.” Flambae fell limp, his limbs splayed out across the gym floor. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”
Chest still heaving from exertion and pleasure, Robert shifted, gauging how best to minimize the cleaning. “Got something else in me now.”
Flambae sat up, glancing around. “Your useless ass should have found a towel while I looked for lube.”
"Wouldn't be having this problem if my ass was useless.” Robert mumbled, throwing his hands up in resignation.
“I’ll carry you.” Not waiting for Robert’s protest, Flambae scooped him up, holding him the same way he did just minutes ago. Legs trembling, Flambae took staggering steps to the showers. “You fucked my legs up.”
To keep from falling, Robert wrapped his own legs around Flambae again, careful to keep their bodies pressed together to avoid spilling. Irritated, he clenched his jaw as he was lowered to the floor. As he found his footing, the cock slipped out, leaving a trail of lukewarm liquid dribbling down his inner thigh.
“Little shit, getting your cum all over me.” Flambae was standing under the water already, scrubbing at his stomach. “Disgusting.”
Turning the temperature of his own shower up, Robert gaped at Flambae. “I got my cum all over you? Did yours just vanish into the abyss?”
“Kept it contained. All in one place - not smudged all over me.”
Robert rubbed a washcloth over his legs as he squatted awkwardly. The more that dripped out now, the less he’d deal with later. “Thanks for that.” He bit back. “Next time -”
“Next time?” Flambae laughed as he leaned against the tile wall. “Oh, Roberto, it was that good, was it?”
Groaning internally, Robert straightened, so Flambae didn’t loom over him. As much. “Yeah. I had fun. If there’s a next time…” He gave an apathetic hand gesture, hoping Flambae didn’t notice how much Robert desperately wanted a ‘next time.’ “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“What’s your workout schedule?” Flambae asked as he rinsed shampoo from his hair. “I could work you out, we do a team workout. You clearly need some help training - if your bitch-ass is going to keep trying to normie ego lift.”
Flambae’s voice droned on in the background, offering unsolicited advice peppered with colorful insults. Nodding along, Robert focused on keeping the towel wrapped around his waist as he looked for his discarded clothes. The bottle of lube on the bench sparked a question that made Robert smile. “Hey, so you have seen Sonar naked. Where does the fur end?”
Shaking the bottle with a frown, Flambae tossed it to Robert, who dropped his pants to catch it. “Ask him yourself when you tell him the last of his lube is up your ass.” The suit slid on with ease, fitting to Flambae’s form beautifully. He gave Robert a pat on the head with a knowing smirk before leaving.
And Robert watched. Flambae. If someone told him yesterday the events of this morning, he would have laughed in their face. At the least, he had more motivation to hit the gym.
Fuck.