“You can work out in here whenever you’d like. The door is always unlocked.” I leaned a little too close to Tacoma, arm brushing arm, shoulder touching young shoulder, purposely. “It’s expected of you to at least keep fit. There’s no need for a flabby pool boy. God has only given us one body to use. Treat it well. Besides, who knows, you might have to save my life in the pool.”
He lightened up, excited by the equipment in the gym. “I must be in heaven or something. Is it Christmas morning?”
Me too, blessed gay-god above, I thought as he bent over and looked at something inside the room. Maybe a set of barbells. Who knew? I was far too busy checking out his rump and licked my lips at his doable bottom.
“This room is amazing, Robert.”
“I wouldn’t call it amazing. More useful than amazing.”
“It’s like a resort here.” He turned to me and grinned from ear to ear, then turned away again to admire something else.