“When you said… you wanted… to come to the gym with me,” Dave says between reps, his breathing heavy and his muscles pulsing, “I thought… you were actually… going to work out.”
“I am working out,” Sebastian says nonchalantly, watching Dave’s every move as he lowered the weight to the ground with a grunt. The noise made Sebastian shiver. Dave cocks his eyebrow in disbelief, moving to pick the barbell up with his other hand now. Sebastian just wants to lick the veins on Dave’s forearms, follow the beads of sweat up to his shoulders and just go wild with the muscles so visibly clenching and unclenching there. He swallows and looks back up into his face. “I’m working out all the ways to not get a raging hard-on in public.”
Dave jumps at that, disturbing his rhythm and almost making him drop the weight. “Sebastian!” he hisses, glancing around to see if anyone heard, but no one paid them any attention.
“What?” he asks innocently, cocking his head and fingering the sweatband on his wrist. “It’s not my fault you look so goddamn hot like this. No!” he exclaims suddenly, stepping forward and extending a hand. His fingers hover above Dave’s upper arm, his shoulders, his back but never touching. “This - YOU…. are so sexy.” He watches as Dave swallows tightly and glances around once more. “Fuck the hot tub. We’re getting a personal gym.”
Dave chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “If you insist,” he mutters, going back to his weight once more.
"Well," Sebastian exclaims after a few more moments of admiring Dave’s arms, "I think that’s enough for one day." He begins backing up, a smirk on his face. "Meet me in the sauna when you’re done. Spoiler alert! There’s not going to be anything under my towel."
Dave took a deep breath and quickened his reps. These last few sets were not going to be nearly fast enough.