"35, 36, 37..." Jace grunts, his forehead beaded with sweat as he lies on the bench lifting heavy weights. It was a sight you could never grow tired of as you stared at your strong boyfriend lovingly while he worked out.

The black compressed shirt he wore clung to his muscles, the sweat he was building up making it worse as continuous small grunts and groans left his lips.

"Like what you see, baby?" he breathes out, chuckling as he continues to push the metal bar up and down. "I think it's more fun when I have you on top of me," Jace teases.