Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
On Friday evening they went to the gym together again. Shawn still hadn’t bought a new membership, but as it was another rainy day, he readily agreed to join Jude when he suggested it. They jogged there, then did a good session of weights before some interval training on the treadmills. After that, they stretched and did some abs work on the mats. It was getting late and the gym was quiet. They could hear a couple of people on the treadmills, but they had this little corner of the gym all to themselves.
“Come on, give me ten more.” Jude was holding Shawn’s feet and goading him while he suffered through another set of crunches while holding a medicine ball.
“Can’t,” Shawn grunted, his face dark red with exertion.
“Yes you can. Show me what you’re made of.”
Shawn huffed his way through them, counting down towards zero as he went. When he got to three, he groaned and lay back panting. “I’m done.”
“No, you’re not!” Without thinking, Jude slapped Shawn’s thigh on the bare skin below his shorts. He did it harder than he meant to. The sound was loud and Shawn jerked in surprise.
“Oi!” Shawn lifted his head off the mat and glared at Jude. But there was something other than anger on his face, and his eyes were dark.
Oh… Jude slapped him again, holding his gaze in challenge. “Do it. Two more.”
Shawn gritted his teeth and forced his unwilling body up, muscles straining and tendons popping in his neck. “Wanker,” he muttered when he was nearly nose-to-nose with Jude.
“Yep.” Jude grinned, watching Shawn lower himself again and then go into the final crunch.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
Shawn let the medicine ball drop to the mat between his knees and collapsed back, hands on his stomach, a telltale bulge in his shorts. “No,” he said quietly, “I don’t.”
Jude still had his hands on Shawn’s ankles. His heart was thumping harder than was warranted given that Shawn had been the one doing the crunches. He patted Shawn’s thigh gently this time. “Well done. Now shift your arse. It’s my turn to suffer.”
As they jogged back to the house, they passed a pizza shop, and the smell wafting out of the door as another customer opened it had Jude’s mouth watering. “You got plans for dinner?” he asked.
“No.”
“I owe you a dinner, remember? But I’m crap at cooking, so how about I treat you to pizza instead?”
“You don’t need to do that,” Shawn protested.
Jude had made up his mind. “I want to. Come on.” He marched through the doors into the warmth of the shop. The delicious aroma of garlic and baking pizzas made his stomach growl with hunger. He turned to Shawn. “What toppings do you like? We could get a big one to share, and some garlic bread.”
They ended up agreeing on a chicken, bacon, and mushroom pizza and bought some Coke to drink while they were waiting. The shop was mainly geared towards takeaway, so there were only a couple of small plastic tables and chairs. But as it was early in the evening and nobody else was waiting, they took a seat with their drinks.
Shawn pulled one arm across his chest, stretching his shoulder. “That was a good workout. I’ll be feeling that tomorrow.”
“Yeah, me too.” Jude’s arms were aching, the good ache of tired muscles, but it might not feel so good the next day. They’d focused on upper body again. Jude had done a legs day during the week, and Shawn had been happy to go with the flow. “What do you do for your thighs?” Jude asked. “You must put some work in there.”
“Fuckloads of squats and lunges, mostly. I can do those in my room for free. But I used to do a lot of cycling when I was younger. When I was in the sixth form, I cycled to school and back every day for two years. I think the muscles have a memory, so it doesn’t take much to keep them.”
“Well, you look good on it, whatever you’re doing.”
Shawn felt good too. Jude remembered the sensation of those muscular thighs under his hands when he’d sucked him off. They were as hard as iron.
Shawn flushed and smiled. “Cheers.”
“Have you got plans later?” Jude asked. “I’m in the mood for vegging out and watching a film. I downloaded Deadpool the other day. Have you seen it yet?”
“Yeah, I saw it in the cinema. But I’d watch it again. It’s funny.”
“Do you fancy that, then? If nobody else is using the TV, we can hook my laptop up to it. Otherwise we can watch it in my room.”
“Yeah. Sounds good.”
Just then, Jude’s phone buzzed in his pocket with a text alert. He got it out and smirked when he saw the message on the screen.
Back in town, fancy a shag?