In the middle of waiting, Gage got a text from his mom: Looks like we got an extra bill this month. I don’t want to tell Debbie. She’ll feel even more guilty.
Mom had included a picture of the extra money owed—mid-four figures. Gage thought about the cakes he’d stashed in the fridge, and sighed. Maybe he needed that second job anyway.
And he wasn’t going to tell Ulric about his financial troubles; he didn’t want Ulric feeling obliged to pay for anything.
At 5PM, Gage checked out with his supervisor, grabbed his cakes, and set off.
Ulric was typing at his computer when Gage got home. Gage hid the cakes in the fridge and went back upstairs, his heart skipping. “Hey, babe.”
“Give me a minute.” Ulric finished with his reports—all the math and charts and graphs that Gage didn’t understand, and probably never would. Gage was content to pull up a chair next to him, and breathe in his scent.
After some minutes, Ulric shut down his computer, sagging back into his seat. “That’s done. I’m off work now.”
Gage grinned and pounced on him. “What do you want to do tonight?”
Ulric smiled, not protesting when Gage tipped his face up and kissed him full on the lips. “I guess I should go work out before we eat.”
Gage ran his hands down Ulric’s front, then his sides and his back, just touching him all over. It had been hours since he’d felt Ulric against him. “I’ll spot for you.”
Ulric sighed, his eyelids fluttering shut. “I can manage it.”
“Why don’t we try some back squats today?” Gage asked. “Builds your core.”
“I don’t even know what back squats are.”
“That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”
Mostly, he just wanted to spot for Ulric. Back squats had a reputation for having one of the most awkward spotting positions—you had to spoon someone, all but cup their chest in case they needed help with the barbell.
Gage was a professional at the gym, and he had no inclination to touch any of his clients more than he needed to. But Ulric was different. Gage wanted every excuse to touch him. And it just so happened that they had the privacy of their own little gym. “Go get dressed,” Gage murmured, kissing Ulric’s ear. “I’ll meet you in the exercise room.”
Ulric shivered, his lips curving into a smile. Gage had the feeling it wasn’t a workout that Ulric was excited about.
20
So You Want A Baby?
Gage suppressed the urge to ‘accidentally’ step into Ulric’s bedroom while he was changing. He had seen every part of Ulric now, but in stages—his back, his belly, his exquisite ass. He wanted to see all of Ulric at once, though.
He was content to wait. Ulric knew that Gage would touch him all over, even with all his clothes on. And he enjoyed Gage’s touch. That was the best part.
Some minutes later, Ulric stepped into the exercise room, clad in his usual T-shirt and pants. Gage set down the barbell he’d been doing reps with, pulling off some weights so it’d be more manageable for Ulric. “Get over here.”
“I’m not some dog,” Ulric said, but he was smiling.
They went through some stretches together, before Gage had Ulric pick up the barbell, resting it across his shoulder blades. “Comfortable?”
Ulric nodded. So Gage stood behind him, holding his hands inches away from Ulric’s pecs. He followed Ulric through a squat, then another, barely any space between their bodies.
Ulric’s ass bumped into Gage’s hips, his back slid against Gage’s pecs. Ulric huffed. “I see why you wanted to do this,” he rumbled.
Gage grinned. “Just wanted to teach you a new exercise, was all.”
“Yeah, right.”
“C’mon, do another five reps.”
Ulric acquiesced, squatting with the barbell, breathing deeply with each rep. Gage gave up all pretenses and just held his chest, squatting with him, sometimes brushing his hips against Ulric’s curvy ass.
“Best way to exercise,” Gage murmured.
“Do you do this with everyone at the gym?” Ulric scowled over his shoulder.
“Nope. Just you. Been waiting all day.” Gage kissed his nape. Then, while Ulric continued with the squats, Gage kept one hand against his chest, sliding his other palm down Ulric’s front, all the way to the bulge between his legs.
It was so nice when Ulric squatted, his legs wide open, his cock hanging down for Gage to play with.
“Gage Frost,” Ulric muttered, sounding amused.
“Fucking sexy stud muffin,” Gage whispered, squeezing his cock. “‘Specially when your pants wedge between your asscheeks. Leaves nothing to the imagination, babe.”
Ulric turned pink. “You’re checking out my ass?”
“Amongst other things. All good.” Gage growled, trailing his wrist down Ulric’s body, marking him all over.
“You didn’t do this while I was back at the gym,” Ulric said.
Gage snorted. “More privacy here. It lets me do this.”
He stroked down Ulric’s entire length, squeezing his tip. Ulric’s breath rushed out; he lost his balance and tipped forward. Gage hauled him back so their bodies pressed flush together, his own bulge nestled between Ulric’s asscheeks. Then he continued stroking Ulric, until Ulric grew thick against his palm.
“What kind of exercise is this?” Ulric hissed, his breaths coming sharper now.
Gage laughed. “We’re pumping. Keep doing your squats.”
He pulled Ulric’s cock out, angling it downward. When Ulric squatted again, his tip brushed the exercise mat—he swore at the friction.
“It’s kissing the floor,” Gage murmured. “You’re forging a whole new relationship with the gym, Muffin.”
“Fuck off,” Ulric muttered, but his cock jerked against Gage’s fingers. Gage rocked his own length against his alpha, just enjoying this intimacy, Ulric letting Gage play with his body. Then, on Ulric’s next squat, when Ulric’s ass was nice and spread, Gage fitted his cock flush against Ulric’s crack, Ulric’s cheeks squeezing around him when he stood back up.
“Mm, fuck,” Gage growled.
“You’re having way too much fun with this,” Ulric said, breathless.
“I’m having way too much fun with you.” Gage grinned, kissing his shoulder. “Has working out ever been this much fun? For you, I
