Page 29 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)
He chuckles and takes a sip of his water.
“That’s the thing, I didn’t actually say anything, I just sent them a picture of me wearing the shirt and figured they were smart enough to work out what it meant.
I woke up this morning to a bunch of messages asking if I even knew what the shirt meant.
” He rolls his eyes and then shakes his head.
“So I texted back confirming that I do know and I’m bisexual.
I haven’t looked at their responses yet. ” He wrinkles his nose.
I nudge my foot against his under the table like he did to me earlier and jerk my chin towards his phone, resting face down on the table.
“Look now. I’m sure they only said nice things.”
He lets out a breath and flips his phone over.
I try not to fidget or bounce my knee while I wait for him to read the messages.
I’m nervous for him, but I don’t think he has any need to be.
I’m still just imagining how my brother will react, I think.
Not that I expect him to be openly hostile, but it’s hard to know what he’ll actually say.
Last I knew, he didn’t even think bisexuality was a thing.
It was gay, period. I thought that for a long time too.
The tension leaves Slater’s shoulders and his lips twitch with a fond smile. He turns his phone around to show me. There’s a string of texts full of “congratulations” and dozens of Pride flag emojis and eggplants.
“That’s great, dude.” I hope he can’t hear the tightness in my voice. I really am happy for him.
He nods and puts his phone away again, looking noticeably lighter now.
After that the conversation shifts to totally normal shit. We talk about the Cubs’ pitcher who tore his rotator cuff, and I tell him about the Strong Man competition Silas is doing next weekend, and it feels exactly the way it always does between us. Easy, simple, fucking nice .
After we finish eating and throw our garbage away, I do a couple of quick stretches to loosen up my hamstrings again and Slater makes a face.
“Come on, you can’t expect me to run home on a full stomach.”
“No quitters in this gym, bro.” I slap him on the back.
“We’re not at the gym.” He’s stretching, even though he’s still arguing with me.
“Life is the greatest gym of all,” I deadpan, and he fakes a gag. “Tell you what, let’s make it interesting.” I grin. “First one home decides how we spend the next hour before I have to get to Sweat.”
Slater doesn’t look that impressed with the suggestion at first, but then it seems to hit him what exactly I’m offering.
He goes from mildly annoyed to intrigued to determined in a matter of seconds.
He’s working on stretching his second hamstring, and as his trainer I know I should give him a chance to finish before I call a start to the race, but as his friend and competitor—among other things?
—I can’t resist the opportunity to get a jump on him.
“Go!” I shout. I take off running, hearing him squawk indignantly as I sprint through the intersection where the Stop hand is already flashing in warning, leaving him in the dust.
SLATER
AJ might have thought he was funny getting a jump start on the race, but I’ve spent a little time wandering around over the past couple of weeks getting a better feel for the area.
And I happen to know a shortcut home. I take a left instead of waiting for the light then cut through a park a couple of blocks down.
The egg sandwich I ate sits heavy in my stomach, but the prize he offered up is more than enough motivation for me to push through it. I think about all the things we could spend an hour doing while I run, sweat dripping down the back of my neck and my cock swelling inconveniently in my jock.
I round the corner to our building at the same time AJ appears from the other side.
The look of surprise on his face when he sees me is almost enough to make me laugh and slow me down.
Almost. Eyes on the prize, bitch. I sprint for the door, fumbling with my keys just long enough for AJ to catch up.
He crowds up behind me as I slide my key into the lock, his hot breathing puffing against the back of my neck, the heat of his body radiating against mine, erasing the inches of space between us.
My cock swells to full mast and electricity races down my spine.
I tug the door open and he tries to shoulder past me.
I laugh and throw an elbow, hitting him in the gut.
AJ grunts and the sound reminds me of the noises he made last night when I had my hand around his cock and his nipples in my mouth.
My cock jerks and my balls get heavier. I’m tempted to spin around and tackle him right here on the stairs, yank his shorts down and bury my nose against his sweaty balls.
But something tells me our neighbors might complain about it if any of them happen to need the stairs in the next hour.
I take the stairs two at a time, and he’s right on my ass the whole way.
As soon as we hit the landing, he wraps his arms around my waist and I yelp in surprise.
My feet are off the floor before I even know what’s happening.
AJ spins around and sets me back down, so now he’s the one closest to the door.
“Dick,” I complain, launching myself at him. I land on his back. He must be more prepared for it than he was the last time I tried that maneuver though, because he manages to stay steady as a rock.
He grunts. If I’m not going to win this race due to his blatant cheating, I’m at least going to have some fun with him.
I drag my tongue up the back of his neck, gathering the salty droplets of sweat off of his skin.
His grunt turns into a muffled groan, and his hand shakes as he slides his key into the lock and swings our apartment door open.
He lumbers forward with me still clinging to his back, and once we cross the threshold, I hop down and push the door closed behind me.
It’s last night all over again as I push AJ up against the nearest wall, flattening my body against his, our noses bumping and our hot breath mingling as I lean in close.
He tilts his head towards mine and I pull back half an inch with a teasing smirk dancing on my lips.
He grunts again, hooking his hand behind my neck.
He knocks my hat off and it tumbles down to land near my feet.
I barely notice it though, since his lips crash into mine at the exact same time.
Electricity and lust rush through my veins and make me buzz from head to toe.
His mouth is hot and demanding, his lips salty with the sweat that dripped over them while he ran.
His body is hard as a goddamn boulder against mine, big and broad and fucking massive in ways that make my knees weak.
How the fuck did it take me so long to realize that big dudes get my dick hard? Better late than never, I guess.
Our tongues tangle and AJ’s fingers thread through my hair. His hard cock presses against mine, hot and needy through our shorts. I can’t get enough of kissing him. No joke, if he said he wanted to spend the hour we have just making out hard right here against the wall, I would be down for it.
His hips jerk and his other hand lands on my ass, squeezing and kneading as we deepen the kiss like we’re trying to lick each other’s souls right out of our bodies.
I drag my hands up his chest and ghost my fingertips over his nipples.
AJ moans loudly into my mouth and punches his hips forward, his cock jerking wildly against mine.
Damn, it’s fun that he has such an easy hot button.
“I know you technically won the race, even though you’re a total cheater,” I say breathlessly between kisses.
He chuckles in response, nibbling along my jaw as I flick my thumbs over his hardening nipples again. He gasps, then whimpers. Fucking whimpers . Jesus, I could get addicted to turning this giant, muscled gym bro into a whining, panting mess.
“But I thought maybe I could use this very short amount of time to attempt my first blowjob.”
AJ digs his fingers harder into my ass cheek and bites down on the edge of my jaw. His whole body trembles with the moan he lets out this time.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m all sweaty though.”
My cock jerks against his and my mouth waters. I roll my hips to grind against him and tilt my head to give him more room to lick and bite me.
“I know,” I say breathlessly, like the horned-up sweat slut I apparently am. Who knew?
AJ groans again and I grab a handful of his damp tank top to drag him away from the wall. We could go back to his bedroom, but I’ve been sitting on this couch for weeks now, watching him play with his cock and trying not to fantasize about getting on my knees between those thick thighs of his.
When we reach the couch, I shove him down and nudge the coffee table out of the way. My balls are heavy and my cock is fucking dripping precum that soaks my jock. I lower myself to my knees and, damn, the view from between his massive, hairy thighs is even hotter than I expected it to be.
I hook my fingers into the waistbands of his shorts and jock and tug them down.
He lifts his hips and his cock springs free.
A combination of nerves and excitement flutters and bursts in my stomach.
I’m about to put my mouth on AJ’s cock. What if I’m terrible at this?
What if I hate it? What if I love it? A wonderfully dirty feeling makes my cock twitch and throb again.
This is the very last second of my life when I won’t know what it feels like to take a cock into my mouth and make a man moan with my lips and tongue.
Fuck, that feels powerful and sexy and… Yeah, I definitely want to do this.