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The pretty blonde at the counter who always sought out Felix was trying a different tactic today, maybe she finally understood that blatant offerings of sexual favours just wasn’t really his thing.
“Felix, oh love so nice to see you. We never get to spend time together anymore, so sad. I was thinking maybe we could set up some new PT sessions. You helped me so much last time, had me in such a sweat” she paused to wink, “ I thought we could do it again”
Felix had to resist the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. It had been like this for months now, ever since he fucked her in the back room, ONE TIME, she hadn’t left him alone. Always buttting in when he was with clients, trying to mark her territory. Finding any and every reason to get and then hold his attention. Felix could feel his patience wearing thin with her, it was just frustrating, he had a rule, especially with gym members, one and done. He wasn’t going to start some long term affairs when the majority of them were married anyway. He just liked the attention, the thrill of the chase and then that was it. He was yet to find someone who had just the right type of energy that could keep him interested for longer than a few days.
“Aww India, you know I’d be dying to love, but I just can’t squeeze you in. So sorry” Felix heard Farliegh’s snorted laugh behind him
India gently caressed his forearm “Felix” she pouted toward him “Are you sure you couldn’t squeeze me in somewhere, I just miss being that sore after a workout” another wink thrown his way as if he was too dense to understand what she was really alluding too.
“Sorry Indy love, you know I would if I could. Just so booked out love, couldn’t possibly get you in” He feigned the saddest look he could
Just when he started to worry this conversation would never be over the bell rang out signalling someone had walked through the doors. A short dorky looking man, unattractive styleless glasses, a cheap looking button down tucked into tan shapeless slacks, brown leather belt matching his brown leather shoes. Far from the general trendy, overly rich crowd that preferred the upmarket gym to all those chain ones.
The man looked out of place, out of his depth, eyes taking in the look of the gym, the smoothie bar to the side and the loud pump of club music in the main gym area. Felix just wanted to squeeze him, oh what a cutie. Looking like a deer in headlights, like he’d never even been close to experiencing this lifestyle before. He didn’t look like a gym regular, but even buffed out men and women were shocked at the sleek, up market design of the gym.
“Sorry love, better tend to the newbie” Felix pretended to grimace, like it would be the worst thing in the world to have to chat to the adorable little man who’d just walked in.
She took one look at the guy and stifled a laugh “Oh Felix, poor thing” she patted his arm again before leaving.
Felix didn’t even need to fake the smile this time, waved over to the man, smiling brightly. He was even more beautiful up close, piercing blue eyes. He was holding a coupon, the ones they sent out to the law firms, publishing houses and other offices that surrounded the gym. It was a great way to get in some more business, make all the rich schmucks feel self conscious for not being a member of a gym, whether they attended or not. The flyer was for the first month free when they signed up for a 6 month contract.
“Hey there, what can I do for you?”
“Just looking to maybe, I guess sign up, with um, with this deal” The shorter guy thrust the paper forward
“No problem at all, sir, I’ll just get my assistant here to grab the paperwork” Felix turned over his shoulder, shooing Farleigh away. He knew what a catch this man was, cute, adorable, shy, just begging to be eaten alive and that was both of their favourite type of meal. Farleigh couldn’t have him, Felix had spotted him first and even though he didn’t need to say the words, this was his way of calling dibs. Farleigh just rolled his eyes, and slid off the counter moving to the back room.
“Just a couple of questions while we wait for him”
“So where did you get this coupon?”
“Oh, I just, I just started working at the law firm across the street, the secretary gave me it this morning”
“Oh you work in the office?”
“No, no I’m a lawyer” the gentle man in front of Felix smiled. A lawyer, how interesting, from his demeanour he never could have guessed it
“Big move? I just noticed the accent”
“Yeah, I was originally working in the UK but a big case got me a lot of attention”
“Wow, very impressive. Did you move with your wife, or partner”
“No, just me. Trying to meet some new people, get set up you know. Only been here a few weeks.”
Farleigh unceremoniously dropped some paper’s in front of Felix before walking back to the office, texting as usual.
“We’ll let’s get these papers sorted, sir, I’m sure you’ll make so many friends here” Felix batted his eyelashes. INstead of standing behind the counter Felix came around to stand next to the man, bent over the counter, arching his back delicately. All the practice in the mirror had paid off.
When the paperwork was done and Oliver was all signed up Felix gave him his gym tag and a copy of the contract. The guy was pleasant but had absolutely not fallen to Felix’s feet like he’d hoped, no matter how charming he thought he was being.
“Oh and Ollie, sorry I forgot, when did you want to organise the first PT session? I have evenings free” Felix casually asked
“I uh, I didn’t know, the flyer doesn’t say it comes with PT. I can’t really afford it, that's all.” Oliver answered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck
Felix waved his worry off “Oh no it’s uh, it’s a special we have on for new sign ups this month. You get 6 free PT sessions. Did you want to book the first one now? I could do it tomorrow evening, about 6pm?” Felix scrolled through his calendar, trying to give the illusion of appointment scarcity.
“Tomorrow, umm, yeah okay I guess. I finish work so I’ll pop home and yeah I can be here by 6”
“Perfect Olls, I’ll pop it in the calendar. See you tomorrow mate” Felix didn’t miss the blush spreading past Oliver's cheek’s. He watched him leave, sad that his slacks were so loose he could barely get an idea of what his body looked like under them. Regardless really, he was absolutely delicious. Felix spent the rest of his time before his next client, googling Oliver, checking maps to see where his apartment was. He was pleasantly surprised at how close it was, it was an expensive city and to live so close to the centre wasn’t just for anyone.
*
All day Felix was preening, too excited for his first session with Ollie. After all the snooping he’d done he came to the conclusion that yes he was adorable, that he looked great in a suit and that he was very well sought after in his field. Felix couldn’t help staying up late, kicking his feet in bed when he read a new article about Oliver Quick, the newest and brightest upcoming lawyer.
He fidgeted behind the front desk, ducking back into the office periodically to check his hair looked perfect, to adjust his cock in his shorts so it looked casually, accidentally on show. He was so god damn giddy he almost let a squeal out when Oliver finally came through the doors.
A basic plain old tshirt and what looked almost like swim trunks. Even with how ridiculously dressed he was Felix couldn’t help but blush, this might be a real challenge, and god did he want a proper challenge.
Oliver smiled shyly, looking out of place, towel slung over his shoulder. Felix directed him back to the room reserved for classes, none were on so he used it as a place to sit with his client’s and do the usual routine questions.
“So Ollie, great to see you today, mate. So tell me what you want to work on the most, what are your goals?”
“I guess just general fitness, I haven’t really exercised since I did boxing when I was younger”
“Okay awesome, a boxer wow, impressive. Is there any problem area’s anything specific, like stronger arms” Felix reached out and squeezed Oliver bicep “although I guess these are already pretty toned.”
Oliver’s smile from the compliment quickly deflated.
“I guess, I kind of want to work on my stomach, it just, I just want it more toned” Oliver hesitated
Felix had to swallow a gulp, nothing in this world, absolutely nothing came close to how attractive Felix found stomachs, bellies, tummies. He loved them, loved them toned with abs or soft and squishy. He loved licking up the hip bones whether they were visible or hidden behind soft flesh. Felix was especially partial to a belly with some softness to it, activating some cave man part of his brain that just told him to bite it, to suck a big deep bruise on it. When there was just the slightest bit of squish, a little or a lot soft he loved to lick up the flesh, feel the give under his tongue. Loved to squeeze and watch as soft flesh bulged between his spread fingers. He loved to lay his head there, get his scalp scratched as he relaxed and snuggled deeper into a soft belly.
“Well how about you show me Ollie, just so I can see what we are working with and what goals you want to achieve”
Oliver blushed profusely, his face bright pink and tinged with embarrassment.
“I don’t know Felix, it’s a bit embarrassing”
“Ollie, I know you don’t know me well but I am a professional, this is my job. I’ve seen all types of bodies before, especially when I do massage. It’s just to help you reach your goals, no need to be shy.”
Slowly Oliver looked around the room, making sure no one could see before he pulled up the front of his shirt, peeking down at what was clearly the world’s cutest stomach. Felix swallowed down all the saliva he was producing, trying to take it in as quickly as possible, every single inch of the gorgeous tummy in front of him. He knew he’d wank over it the moment he was alone, think about covering it in his cum, then licking it all over to clean his mess.
“Felix” Oliver’s tone full of worry
“Okay Ollie, I’m just gonna touch you a bit, I need you to tense your stomach muscles, just so I can see how much work and which area’s to target.”
Oliver nodded, Felix watched as his stomach tightened, just the thinnest layer of fat covering the muscles. When he palmed across Oliver’s stomach, he almost died when his finger tips curled around his waist and were almost touching at his back. His hands were covering the entire expanse of Oliver’s stomach, sinking in slightly to the supple flesh there. Felix had to concentrate, had to focus on seeming professional. A soft belly, that was his favourite, one with a little bit of give, one that his lips would sink into when he placed kisses to it.
“Alright Ollie, well there is quite a bit of muscle here so I don’t think it will take long for us to get it washboard abs kind of tight”
“Really?” Oliver smiled wide, Felix wanted to cry a little, the loss of another pooch and one so beautifully soft
“Of course mate” Felix smiled, poking and prodding a little so he wasn’t just standing there with his hands around Oliver’s body.
*
The next scheduled session came a few days later. Felix was a little nervous, if he was being honest, he’d been dreaming of sinking his entire face into that belly for days now, thinking about god damn beautiful lawyer Ollie bossing him around, making him beg on his knees for just a chance to kiss that tummy.
He’d been on Grindr immediately when he finished the first session with Ollie, he needed something to take his mind off it. Met up with some guy, he didn’t look a thing like Ollie and that was sort of perfect. Oliver seemed different, he didn’t want to just fuck him straight away, he wanted to build it, he wanted the thrill of the chase. Maybe it was because he was so damn intriguing, this meek looking shy guy who clearly wasn’t always like that, especially during those interviews he’d had back in the UK after the big case he’d won. His eyes seemed so empty but the more you looked you realised they pulled you in, they were a void, full of so much but you couldn’t ever make anything out.
Felix liked that Oliver seemed to be a normal kind of guy, he had hobbies, and spoke of wanting to get back into boxing one day. He was smart but also humble and never once made Felix feel like his job wasn’t incredibly important and took skill and knowledge to accomplish.
When Felix wanted a fuck there was always someone around, it was easy to find. But the chase, the game, that was something that only got better the longer you played, it was something that couldn’t be played with just anyone though, it had to be a special someone. They had to be intriguing, they had to be just interested in Felix enough while also not falling to his feet, that made the chase all the better. A game of tug’o’war isn't fun if the other person just lets it go the moment you pull, the entire point of it is equally tugging either side.
He never was all too good at holding back his excitement, he loved the chase but he often just got too forward, too bossy that he laid it all out on the table and then it was done. The game didn’t need to continue when they’d already fucked. Felix guessed this was probably a good thing they met because of work, it meant he had to keep it in his pants, he had to be subtle with his flirting, nothing too overt, and had to keep a semblance of professionalism. It only kind of made him harder at the thought though, not only was there the thrill of the chase but also the thrill of keeping it secret.
When Oliver finally arrived at the gym Felix was on edge, he’d been lifting free weights in front of the mirrors just for something to do and on the off chance that Oliver might find the light sheen of sweat attractive.
He’d been watching the door through the reflection and cursed himself when Farleigh was there to greet him. He dumped the weights back on the rack and hurried over
“... doesn’t usually work this late. Finishes at 5 every night” Farleigh turned to face Felix as he finished his sentence, cocking his head to the side “What a coincidence” Farleigh beamed that god awful fake smile, so full of himself and the tasty tea he thought he’d discovered
“Ollie there you are” Felix smiled, watched as Ollie not too subtly checked him out
“Just finishing up my set, you ready to get into it”
Oliver gulped in some air and swallowed, smiling “Yeah, totally”
Felix just laughed “Let’s go mate” he grabbed Oliver’s shoulder and moved him away from Farleigh, he threw his gaze back in time to see Farleigh shaking his head at him.
The session went by great, Oliver opening up a little more and Felix getting to openly oogle Oliver’s body during each new exercise. They were sitting down in the room again going over the sessions and Felix was asking his usual questions.
“Do you not normally work nights?” Oliver enquired
Felix was a little put out by the question, stumbling to find an answer “OH you mean Farleigh, nah he was just joking”
“Felix, I’m a lawyer you can’t lie to me” Oliver laughed
Felix blushed furiously “I mean, no not usually but I have a client so of course I would”
“You mean you're working back late for me?” Oliver smirked
“Umm, yeah because no one else could do it” Felix replied
“Oh yeah, sure, completely understandable. I mean I was there when you called around and asked all the other trainer’s if they had openings”
Felix broke out in a giant grin, ooo, he loved the chase so much and Ollie was even going to play back
“Yeah, remember, I tried so hard and then no one else could do it and I’m just a giver Ollie, I just love to give so of course I would work late to squeeze you in”
Felix relished in the blush he got back in return, god it was delicious.
The grindr notification sound went off in the room and both men jumped at the sound, Felix blushed again, knowing it was some hookup he’d organised for the night. He realised after the first training session with Oliver that he’d need to pre plan a release afterwards, the thrill of the chase, the proximity of Oliver and his delicatably belly just worked him up too much to be satisfied with a wank in the shower at home.
“Don’t wanna keep him waiting Felix” Ollie smiled before repacking his gym bag.
Felix blushed again, “Don’t forget the water Ollie, gotta keep hydrated” Felix called back
*
The hook up was good, but Felix suspected it was more to do with his own efforts than the other guy in the equation. He was so worked up, so many little fantasies of Oliver, standing over Felix while he was on his knees, feeding his cock down his throat, chastising Felix for being a brat and a liar in that domineering lawyer tone he took in interviews.
Before the guy had arrived, Felix prepped himself in the shower, Oliver’s interviews playing on the speaker in his bathroom. The way he spoke, with such assured confidence was a far cry from the shy man who’d blushed at the idea of showing Felix his belly. Felix liked the balance though, liked that Oliver had this air of confidence, of danger to him when he was doing something he was comfortable in, something he was confident about. A person who was like that always was too much, a little boring really, there needed to be some balance, something a little more human about a person, a little bit of vulnerability always made someone more attractive.
Felix limped only the slightest bit, avoiding sitting at any costs today, his ass still sore from being stretched wide on the new dildo he brought. The sex had been good, Felix so ready to be dominated and fucked senselessly that he’d just bent straight over the couch after he let the guy in. The guy, to his credit had being mostly what Felix wanted, he talked down to him, called him a slut and fucked him rough, but he lacked that sense of realness, of authenticity. It felt more like he was putting on a show, like he was acting a dom part then being it naturally.
After Felix kicked the guy out he still hadn’t filled that ache he had so he went for a second round, still slick with lube from sex, he pulled out the thickest new dildo he had. He wanted to really feel full, wanted to feel like he was doing as he was told. He imagined Oliver there with him, talking him through it like it was a punishment
“Be a good boy Felix and fuck yourself on the toy”
“I know baby, I know it’s so big but you want to make it up to me right”
“If you weren’t such a naughty slut you wouldn’t have to”
“I know baby, I know you can’t help it though. You just want your cunt full at all times. Stretched out and loose and ready to be taken anytime I want it”
“Must be hard being such a slut and never finding anyone to really fill you up”
“Go on Felix, don’t make me wait. Up and down baby….yeah just like that”
Felix bounced up and down, grinding himself against the dildo trying to get it to reach deeper, fit more of it inside him. His thighs felt fatigued but he didn’t want to stop, wanted to get that imaginary praise.
“Fuck look at that cunt, spread so tightly around it”
One last bounce and Felix came so hard, ropes of cum across the soiled sheets. He dropped to his hand and knees, head dizzy and light from the exertion. He took a few moments panting, imaging what Oliver might say to him
Maybe he’d brush the hair lightly from his face, holding his cheek so Felix could face him “Naughty little brat, you didn’t ask to come” then he’d slap him lightly across the face.
*
It was hard to look Oliver in the eye’s during the session. He had to keep avoiding certain angles, or tentatively lowering himself to sit if he really had to. Felix tried so hard to keep his mind on the session but he kept getting little flashbacks from the night before, the way his thighs burned as he bounced up and down, the echo of his fantasy in his head.
Oliver noticed at one point when Felix winced as he lowered, he cocked his head to the side and smirked “Big, hard night was it Felix?”
Felix just huffed a laugh “You could say that, pretty rough one actually”
“Oh poor thing, bet you still enjoyed it though, felt satisfied with your accomplishment?” Oliver countered
“You know it, got a lot squeezed in. Was so exhausted afterwards, just collapsed right on my bed”
“Aww Felix, well it’s good you got it done, shows a lot about your character that even when you were tired you pushed through till you finished. I can respect that, but, I’d really like your full attention please, at least during these sessions. You owe me that much right?”
Felix blushed guilty and swallowed hard “Sorry Oliver, of course, you are my sole focus”
“You mind just standing behind me here, helping me find the right grip” Oliver asked
Felix swallowed again and stood up behind Ollie at the smith machine, facing the mirror now as he helped to move Oliver’s hands into the right position on the bar. His mind was swimming with the knowing of just how close his crotch was to Oliver’s ass, he spread his legs a little to get lower, to get his cock nestled up close to those cheeks. He pushed his body flush to Oliver’s back and heard him take a sharp breath.
He lent in to whisper in Oliver’s ear
“I’ll just stay right here, gotta be close to spot you”
“Now, squat”
He caught the glimpse in the mirror reflection of Oliver’s smirk before he felt his ass pushed flush to Felix’s crotch. He squatted with him, luckily they barely had any weight on the bar, so they just kept squatting, Felix pushing in closer, Oliver pushing harder back against him, wiggling a little bit under the precedence that he needed to get the right position. At some point Felix’s hand’s found their way to Oliver’s waist and he grunted in the nape of his neck as his cock fattened up. One deep squat was all it took for Felix’s hard cock to get trapped between Oliver’s cheeks. Felix’s mind was swimming with so many thoughts, he rested his head against Oliver’s shoulder, releasing a shuddering breath as Oliver stood up, Felix’s cock now between his cheeks and squeezed tight.
“C’mon Felix, you can do it. You can last the next few set’s yeah? You’ll be a good trainer and make sure I’m in the correct position right”
Felix could barely think of anything else, his body was so focused on the way his cock was nestled between Oliver’s cheeks. The heady smell of Oliver’s sweat, he had to really focus on not getting so lost that he’d lick up the side of his neck, tasting that salty sweat. He wanted to be a good trainer though, be a good boy, be fuck, whatever the fuck Oliver wanted him to be.
“Alright” Felix voice faltered “Alright, umm, another set yeah, another 12” Felix tried to regain his professionalism
Each squat was agonising, Felix could feel the way his legs shook with the exertion to not buck up into Oliver’s ass, to rut against him like some crazed animal. God they were in the gym for fuck sake, luckily in the private area but still, anyone could walk past. He shouldn’t have thought about that though because fuck that only turned him on more. The idea of getting caught, of being such a slut that he couldn’t hold himself together for even an hour long session and instead found the allure of being pressed against Oliver just too much to resist. His hands tightened on Oliver’s hips , squeezing just a little tighter, trying to stabilise himself a little.
“Felix” Oliver spoke as they stood, squeezing his cheeks tighter against Felix’s cock.
“Mhmm” Felix made an audible sound, a little too lost in the junction of Oliver’s neck
“You should be watching the reflection, just to make sure I’m doing everything right” Oliver posed it like an unsure question, but the tone said it was more of a demand
Felix looked up
“That’s it silly boy, just watch, you can make it, just one more set”
His eyes flitted around Oliver’s body as they squatted together. He watched the way Oliver’s toned thigh muscles flexed, and felt the way Oliver’s cheeks squeezed his cock each time they went up. The sweat marks under his pits that Felix had the urge to just dive into. Just that tiny hint of belly showing with enough to drive Felix wild, he wanted to lick it, swipe his tongue across it, bite it even. Anything he could to relieve this intensity he was feeling. When he locked onto Oliver’s gaze he suddenly felt so embarrassed, here he was supposed to be a professional and Oliver was completely running the show, barely even looked phased while Felix looked completely lost to the feeling.
Felix's brain went a little fuzzy, kind of short circuiting, he didn’t think he’d ever been turned on so much in his life, so many of his little kinks being hit all at once. It was like Oliver knew everything about him, could read him, see right through him. It was unnerving but also so intriguing, he wanted to know what Oliver knew, wanted to know what he saw.
His cock was throbbing, it felt like forever that he’d been on edge but in reality it had only been maybe 5 minutes. Felix didn’t have patience though so 5 minutes felt like a lifetime. It’s what mostly ended up ruining the chase for him, he loved it, craved it but also didn’t have the patience often enough to let it reach its peak. It was like eating melted ice cream the moment you got home because you couldn’t wait long enough for it to re-freeze, it was still good but just not as good as it could have been.
When the set was finally done Felix didn’t feel like he could physically move away from Oliver, felt like he was stuck now to his back forever and maybe that would be absolutely fine. A freak accident at the gym that fuses them as one.
“How did I do Felix” Oliver smiled into the mirror, a gentle smile
“Perfect Ollie”
“Maybe we should just stand for a second yeah, my legs are a bit wobbly” Oliver extended the olive branch
“I think that’s a great idea Ollie” Felix laughed, he knew what Oliver was doing but god he was thankful for it, just a moment to pull back to catch his breath. Everything had gotten so sexually charged like the air in the room had been sparked alight, he needed to breathe, needed just a little space, needed his cock to not be wedged between Oliver’s cheeks, squeezed with every squat.
When Oliver finally made move back to his gym bag Felix took the opportunity to tentatively sit down, towel slung over his lap, acting casual but even the weight of the towel on his cock made him bite back a moan.
“Another big night for you Felix?” Oliver questioned
Felix flushed again, fuck he’d love the idea of getting someone over but his ass was still sore and his cock was so hard that maybe he’d just spend the night wringing out all the cum he had.
“Nah, not tonight” Felix smiled as Oliver walked over to him
The gentle warmth of Oliver’s palm cupped his cheek so gently it made Felix want to cry, he nestled into it unconsciously, seeking the comfort, the warmth of it.
“That sounds like a good idea, we had such a hard workout, might be a good idea to go home and soak in the tub, massage those sore muscles” Oliver’s tone so gentle
Felix just nodded in response
“Where do you live Felix?” Oliver gently squeezed his face, trying to get Felix’s attention
“Just upstairs” Felix smiled, maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about grindr, or a night lazily fucking his hand, maybe Oliver could provide it all
“Let’s walk out together if you’re all finished up, you look a little dazed” Oliver brushed the hair back from his forehead.
Felix almost laughed at how gently he was being treated, at how absolutely insane this was after everything that just happened on the squat rack. It felt nice though, nicer than hiding in the room until his mind came back from the fog and he had enough wits about him to collect all his stuff and catch the lift himself.
It was much nicer, Oliver trailed behind him, asking him questions about what he needed to collect and then reminding him a minute later when he’d forgotten all about the item. It helped for sure when his mind was in such fog to have the calming guidance of Oliver behind him. When he’d finally collected his keys from the office after trying two times before and forgetting, he was ready to head out.
He felt a little giddy at the idea that Oliver might come home with him. He was already so lightheaded, he worried a little that maybe he wouldn’t be able to perform too well if Oliver had to keep instructing him, but maybe he liked that anyway.
When they reached the elevator, Oliver reached out and held his forearm.
“Remember to have a nice long soak in the bath, and massage your poor muscles, must hurt so bad by now” Oliver smirked again but his tone was still gentle.
Felix just smiled as Oliver turned to walk away, the ding of the elevator reminding him of where he was.
*
The bath Felix ran was beautifully warm, perfect temperature as he sunk down into it. All the tension seemed to leave his body in a second. His cock was still hard though, had been the entire time, strategically hidden by his towel on the elevator ride up.
His mind went back to the gym, to the way Oliver had just commanded him around. The way his ass felt pressed up against Felix, how each squat got him closer, rubbing friction against his cock, blood rushing there and getting him harder and harder with each movement. The tingling sense in the back of his mind that at any moment someone could walk in on them. The way it felt when Oliver wiggled his ass closer, creating more friction.
Lazily he stroked his cock, thinking back to the way Oliver had to have known his cock was hard, had to have known his cock found its way nestled between his cheeks. Each squat he performed and the way his cheeks tightened around him when he came up. God, it was the most erotic thing Felix had ever experienced. Never again would he be able to act normally in that room without the thought’s filtering in and taking over his mind.
Oliver had to be aware of the way he kept praising Felix, kept using pretty words to encourage him to keep going, to keep the game going, the facade going just a little longer. He kept stroking, mind replaying the way Oliver’s soft hand caressed his face, the way he reminded Felix to massage his sore muscles. That’s what he was doing right, what Oliver wanted him to do, to massage himself, to lazily stroke his achingly hard cock.
It felt better the more he imagined he was doing it for Oliver, was doing what he was told, following the instructions of the confident little lawyer. Each stroke brought him closer, making all his muscles relax as his brain floated with thoughts of Oliver. The way he’d be so proud of Felix for doing what he was told, like he was proud of him for not completely losing it on the squat rack. It felt so good, that praise was almost better than the impending orgasm. A few quick tugs and he was cumming into the bath, Oliver’s name repeating like a mantra.
It took a few moments to come back to himself, everything buzzing inside him, the peak of the orgasm teetering off to the gentle calm fuzzy feeling.
By the time he got to bed, he didn’t even bother putting on his clothes, just dropped the towel by the side and crawled in. He fell asleep to the fantasy of Oliver stroking his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, telling him softly just how good Felix had done.