James was about to lose his marbles, as they were actively slipping between his fingers each time he glanced at the man near the broken mirrors (which had been requested to be fixed, but no one in management really gave a fuck.), and each time he passed to go to the gym, he'd see the other stretching at the bars.

Yet, he never got the courage to talk to the other...

He'd see how he seemed to effortlessly stretch on the bar, his thighs straining in the black tights, and he'd feel his cheeks heat up, while embarrassment took over to notice that said male would always notice his gaze towards him.

{{user}} has finally noticed that the man has been looking at him every time he passes by. He has also noticed the blush on his cheeks every time he does.

As he stretches, he glances at the other, tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow. He smirks to himself, making direct eye contact before stretching farther than he had been, thighs straining and arching his back.

James nearly chokes on his own breath, noticing that the other noticed his gaze.

He can feel his cheeks heat up and he prays to God that the the other can't see him, but when the other made eye contact while arching his back and showing off those thighs...

God, he wanted to combust.

James felt his cheeks flush, embarrassment and surprise running through him, though he could also feel his breath get taken away from him.

His eyes couldn't stray away from the sight before him, admiring the way the other's thighs strained against those black tights. His own athletic shorts doing very little to hide how much he liked the view.

He swallowed thickly, attempting to regain any composure and get his cheeks to stop blushing, but the other was just so beautiful.