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⬩ Jack Abbot who has a membership to a 24 hour gym because, even on his days off, his waking hours can be irregular. There’s many such nights when he finds himself lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling, and unable to shut his brain off. Oftentimes his remedy is grabbing his bag and hitting the gym at those ungodly hours.
⬩ Jack Abbot who can pop in some earbuds, tune into his favourite music, and at long last ease his hyperactive mind. It’s easy to lose himself in the rhythm of things, and take comfort in harnessing some amount of control over his body when that hasn’t always been something he’s had the privilege of being able to do.
⬩ Jack Abbot who sees you, one of the night shift nurses, at the gym for the first time in early January, swept in by the New Years resolution crowd. He finds it endearing how lost you look and offers to show you the ropes.
⬩ Jack Abbot who can’t help the pang of disappointment when you sheepishly, looking a bit discouraged, admit that you’re not sure you’ll be back again.
⬩ Jack Abbot who makes it his goal to support and encourage you in every way he can when you, despite your words, show up at the gym a week later. It quickly becomes a routine for the two of you to workout together.
⬩ Jack Abbot who has the patience of a saint and is always there to help you out, showing you how to use the different machines and giving you advice whenever you ask.
⬩ Jack Abbot who gives an unending amount of compliments and praises, unaware of what kind of feelings it stirs in you. “Atta girl”, “That’s my girl”, and many other sweet encouragements have become the norm.
⬩ Jack Abbot who can read you like a book. When you’re having a bad day he will pick up on it, and when he does you can be sure to receive extra praise and encouragement, if that’s even possible.
⬩ Jack Abbot who, upon realizing you rely on public transport, will drop you off at home. Eventually he’ll even offer to pick you up and give you rides to the gym as well.
⬩ Jack Abbot whose touch lingers on your skin, his hands always hovering as he spots you. His eyes track your form in what was initially simple assessment of your form but quickly becomes admiration, and then not so inconspicuous ogling.
⬩ Jack Abbot who has grown incredibly fond of the routine you and him have fostered. At one time he preferred working out by himself, but now he can’t imagine it without your company.
⬩ Jack Abbot who can’t stop thinking about you. You have become a distraction in and out of the gym. At work, his eyes now actively seek you out in every spare moment, and split second when he isn’t being pulled in every other direction at once.
⬩ Jack Abbot who has begun curating his workout attire. Tight black shirts and tank tops that show off his arms. Hell, he even finds himself styling his hair meticulously though it will only end up a mess after hitting the gym. He wants to look his best for you.
⬩ Jack Abbot who is half hard in his shorts when you show up one day in a pretty workout set. Leggings that cling to those pillowy thighs and hug the perfect curve of your belly paired with a tank top that frames the generous swell of your tits. It's a stark contrast to the baggier attire you normally wear, a testament to your growing confidence.
⬩ Jack Abbot who finds the way you beam at him so sweetly after he compliments your outfit soul crushingingly adorable. Though he doesn't feel deserving of your beautiful smile with the less than savoury places his mind travels.
⬩ Jack Abbot who feels so damn guilty when he wraps his hand around his cock in the shower later, pumping himself to the thought of you. He's not sure he'll be able to meet your eyes the next time he sees you.