Chapter 1:
Lex watched as the last couple pushed the doors of the gym open, stepping outside into the cold, wet night. He was glad that he was able to have his workout alone.
Lex pressed out a few more reps on the shoulder press machine until it started to get sore. He stood up to stretch out the joint.
"Hey, it was Lex, right?"
Lex looked up to see the guy who scanned him into the gym stepped towards him. The man was wearing a tank top that was made by cutting off the sleeves, and through the deep cuts he could make out his trimmed abs and v-line. He felt a twinge of jealously, realizing that no matter how much he worked out he just couldn't seem to get as fit as this muscle god. He hated blaming his genes, but honestly he had never seen another Asian man that fit.
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot your name."
"Tristan. I'm the owner of the gym."
The owner? That made sense to Lex. He never saw anyone else when he came this late. But he always assumed that the gym was one of those chain gyms owned by some unknown face. "Nice to meet you."
"I'm about to close up soon. Are you almost finished with your workout?"
Lex quickly turned to the clock on the wall. Shit. He didn't realize how late it had gotten and accidentally stayed a few minutes past closing. Looking down at his body drenched in sweat, he realized that he wouldn't get a chance to shower before going back to his car.
"Oh yeah, I'm pretty much finished right now. Sorry for keeping you."
The man grinned, and Lex couldn't help but appreciate his chiseled jaw and perfectly white teeth. His green eyes looked back at him warmly, making Lex's heart jump. "No worries. I like my late workouts, anyways. How about this? I gotta get a quick workout in anyways. You can stay until I leave. How does that sound?"
Lex agreed, and he watched as Tristan made his way over to the free weights. Luckily no one else was there to see how long he stared at Tristan's ass in the thin white basketball shorts.
About half an hour later, Lex was finished on the leg press machine. He watched as Tristan finished one of his weighted sit-ups, getting a good look at his chest and arms.
What I would do to have a man like that. Or a body like that. Lex thought, not realizing that Tristan was looking back at him. He started to panic as Tristan stood, walking back towards him. Hopefully he didn't notice how much he had been staring.
"Hey, I'm about finished up here. What about you?"
"Yeah, same." Lex struggled to speak, trying to hide a stutter. "Thanks for letting me stay late."