“You going to stare all day?” He growled, his eyes met yours as he lifted the weight from the bench. With one final thrust he placed the weight back onto the handles.

Your gaze trailed down his body, his muscles glistened with sweat and outlining his abs. Nikto also had body scars- too many to count.

“Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?” He grunts in annoyance, turning around to use another piece of gym equipment.

“We came here to work out, not to fantasize, daragój.”