Saturday, October 24, 2009

Bending the Rules by Jack Greene

“I’m not sure I’ve got it, can you show me once more?”

Zach sighed and just barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “Of course, Janine,” he said with patience. He picked up the weight again and lifted it slowly, then lowered it, knowing full well the woman wasn’t paying attention. Well, she was, but not to what she should have been paying attention to. She held a weight barely a quarter the size of his, but she wasn’t lifting it. Her eyes were glued to his bicep as it flexed.

It wasn’t that she was unattractive. She was in fairly good shape for her age, but she was definitely over forty and too close to his mother in age for Zach to be comfortable with the thought of flirting. But he was a personal trainer, and an expensive one at that, so upper middle class housewives comprised the majority of his clientele. It wasn’t too bad. They usually just gazed at him, and he made good money.

Working for the gym gave him free access to all the equipment when he wasn’t on the clock, and it was no problem to keep in shape. He enjoyed looking good, and there were usually some attractive women to admire. He wasn’t allowed to date clients, of course, and that was his last-ditch excuse when one came on too strong, but in truth what the management didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Dating the staff was another matter entirely. Of course, it was officially forbidden as well, but unofficially it was a fucking soap opera. Everyone knew everyone else’s business, and Zach was pretty sure most of the employees had been intimate with at least one person on the staff, making for a nice inbred, bitchy little family. He tried to stay out of it as much as possible, but when you spent most of your day around scantily clad, buff, and beautiful people, hormones always rose high. Tempers, too.

He finished his session with Janine, then checked the schedule. He had an hour before his next client, and he wanted to get in some weights and a shower. The gym was fairly quiet this time of day, and he had the room practically to himself. He set up on one of his favorite machines, nearly maxing out the stack of weights. He wasn’t trying to show off; there was really no one to impress. He wasn’t overly narcissistic, but he liked the way his biceps looked: big. He needed to look good for his job, after all. Who would hire an out of shape personal trainer?

When he trained, he tended to focus internally, only peripherally aware of his surroundings. He thought of each repetition, concentrating on making each one count, extending and contracting each muscle for maximum effect. He wasn’t really aware of anyone in the room.

Until a glimpse of long, silky black hair and a sleek, slender body caught his eye. He returned to the world as his lower stomach flipped, and he had to look more closely at the person who’d snapped him out of his zone.

He noticed the dark haired beauty talking with Sierra, the new receptionist. Sierra was tiny and cute and usually just his type, but he was determined to be just friends even though she flirted with him constantly and had made it abundantly clear that she was into him. He liked talking to her, however, and watching her wiggle across the room in her shorts.

This time he barely noticed the receptionist’s shorts. Her companion was much more compelling.

The second thing he noticed was that the person with Sierra was no girl.

No one here knew that Zach wasn’t strictly straight. He didn’t advertise it, but though he was mostly into girls, occasionally a really gorgeous boy grabbed his attention. And this one was stunning.

Sierra was a slender girl, but this boy made her look positively dowdy in comparison. He didn’t look a day over twenty, and he was nearly as tall as Zach. Tight faded jeans clung to impossibly tiny hips; Zach wondered where he’d managed to find jeans that small. He didn’t look skinny, though; he had lean lines that Zach recognized as the result of yoga. His body was toned and delicious. Zach wanted to pin him to a wall and fuck his brains out.

He suddenly realized he had stopped his workout and was staring. A giggle snapped him out of it and he noticed that Sierra and her companion watched him. He started moving again, working his pecs thoroughly, and from the corner of his eye he saw them whispering. He focused on his workout, but couldn’t help but hope the gorgeous creature was a new client.

When he finished his set, they were gone, and Zach felt vaguely disappointed. He didn’t see the slender man again, and soon it was time to head for the showers.

The locker room was deserted. He undressed quickly and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed his shampoo and body wash and headed for the communal shower. There were private showers, but those were reserved for the VIP clients.

But today it seemed was different. As he rounded the corner he could hear the water running. Someone was showering already. He didn’t really care; he wasn’t shy or embarrassed about his body. But he stopped still when he caught sight of who was in there.

Zach immediately recognized the dark-haired man he’d seen with Sierra. His long hair cascaded down his back, and water coursed over pale, perfect skin covering slim shoulders that narrowed to those tiny hips, and his ass. Zach’s mouth went dry as he tried to tear his gaze away from the most perfect, firm buttocks he’d ever seen. The man’s legs were miles long, and his back arched as he turned slightly, angling his face into the spray. Then he turned more, giving Zach a full frontal view, and Zach stepped back quickly lest he be caught perving.

He leaned back against the wall, breathing hard as if he’d run a marathon. If there had been a question that the man was indeed a man, Zach had just gotten his proof. He wouldn’t easily forget that lean, smooth chest, or perfect hipbones that led downward to the gorgeous cock nestled between his legs. A small tattoo above his left hip only enhanced the view, and Zach dearly wanted to lick it.

Just then, he heard the water turn off. Fuck. He managed to recover enough to pretend he was entering the shower area, just as the man rounded the corner covered by a towel from the waist down.

“Oh, hi!” the man said, smiling. His voice was high and breathy and Zach loved the sound of it. “You’re Zach. Sierra told me allll about you.” The young man’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he watched as they flicked down his body. “I’m Kieran.” He held out his hand.

“Um. Hi.” Zach tried desperately to take in everything with little blood in his brain. He reached to shake Kieran’s hand, and with horror he felt his towel loosen. He grabbed at it with his free hand, just in time. He felt his cheeks flush. “Nice to meet you.”

Kieran looked like he was trying not to laugh. “I’m the new yoga instructor, it’s my first day,” he explained. “So I’m sure I’ll be seeing lots more of you.”

Was that a double meaning? Kieran had very nearly seen all of him just then, and he’d already seen all of Kieran. Every glorious inch, and he wanted to see it again. And touch. He cleared his throat and said, “That’s awesome. I hope you’ll like it here.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Kieran said. “It seems like one big happy family.”

Zach barely repressed a snicker. One dysfunctional, inbred psychotic family, perhaps. Then Kieran’s earlier words sank in. “Wait, what did Sierra tell you?”

Kieran chuckled. He leaned forward and said, “Don’t worry, it was all good,” he said in a stage whisper, then he swept past. “Enjoy your shower,” he heard from around the corner.

It was a moment before Zach remembered what he was there to do, and he walked into the shower. He hung his towel on a hook and turned on a shower head. As the hot water sluiced over him, he tried to get the vision of Kieran’s naked body out of his head, but he feared he’d never forget it.