FWF Fireworks- The Englor Affair excerpt

Unedited excerpt from The Englor Affair
coming from Samhain in Nov. 2008

Six. Payton grunted and hefted the bar up again. He hadn’t worked out his upper body yesterday and now he knew why. Seven. His upper body strength was next to none. After hoisting the bar back on to the stand, he left his hands on it. “Eight.” At least no one was here to witness him struggling with such miniscule weight. Pulling his feet up on to the bench, he lay there staring at the staggered white tile and florescent light ceiling. It was ugly. The gym looked like a gym, not the pristine workout room at home.

Good grief, he was becoming a whiner. He huffed out a breath, making the hair on his forehead flutter and closed his eyes. First, he was melancholy over not having a consort. Which was stupid, he didn’t want a consort. It was just from watching Nate talk to Aiden, and witnessing how happy they both were. Then it was not wanting to work, which he really needed to do. That was also stupid because as soon as he figured out why Benson was on Regelence, he was going to go home and go back to being under constant surveillance. He actually had a bit of freedom here…and he was using it to lift weights. Yeah, he was whining, most unbecoming, but he couldn’t seem to help it.

“Lifting free weights by yourself is a very bad idea.”

Payton sucked in a breath, dropped his feet back to the floor and opened his eyes.

Si stood at the end of the bench, his hands on the bar. How had Payton not heard him come in? He loomed over Payton with his brow furrowed over his crystal blue eyes. “No more lifting weights on your own. It’s dangerous.” A couple strands of auburn hair fell onto his forehead.

Payton let go of the bar and suppressed a shiver. His mood was suddenly looking up. This was the reason he’d come here in the first place. To hear that voice again and see if the man was as handsome as he remembered. Last night, he’d dreamed of that smooth sexy voice whispering unspeakable things in his ear while they did unspeakable things to one another. Good grief, he was getting arroused. He was obsessed. How pathetic. All it took was nice body, a handsome face and someone to be nice to him for no particular reason.
Si crossed his arms on the bar, leaned over towards Payton and grinned. “How many are you doing?”

Galaxy, the man was every bit as gorgeous as Payton remembered. The clothes, emphasized his masculinity. Red hair peeked out from under his arms not concealed at all by the white sleeveless shirt he wore. His gray shorts were practically thread bare and very short. The hair on his legs visible right up to his upper thighs. There was almost nothing covering him. Unlike Payton, Si didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by wearing so little. He seemed quite secure and sure of himself.

That confidence made Payton’s cock even harder. He swallowed the lump in his throat and hurried to sit up. He barely noticed his aching thigh muscles as he turned toward Si, hoping he hadn’t noticed Payton’s growing erection. “I—you–you don’t have to help me. I’ll slow you down. You–I–” He groaned and bit his bottom lip. There was just no way to get around it. “I’m not up to your–” he waved his hand searching his brain for the right word. “Standards.”

Chuckling, Si’s attention darted down Payton’s body then back up. “You are definitely up to my standards.” The gleam in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t talking about working out and weight limits. “Besides, I need a workout partner, my friends abandoned me tonight.” Si pushed himself upright and grabbed the bar, ready to spot him. “Now lay back down and finish your set. How many?”

After hesitating for only a second, Payton decided the hell with it and laid back down. Si hadn’t even tried to hide his erection yesterday in the shower. Either he’d ignore Payton’s or– Payton didn’t know what, but he was willing to take the chance. He knew he wasn’t reading Si wrong. The man was definitely interested in him and Payton had nothing to lose. After all wasn’t this what he’d come here hoping for? It wasn’t like anyone would find out. “Three sets of eight, I’ve done one set.” He got his hands on the bar on the outsides of Si’s and pushed up.

Si didn’t let go of the bar until Payton had it steady above him.

Payton brought the bar down then back up easily.

“One.” Si’s hands hovered above the bar. His legs were so muscular and–dust, his shorts are short.

Doing another rep fairly easy, Payton let his attention stray upward.
“Two.”

Si’s prick was right there, in his face. He couldn’t not look.

“Three.” He stepped closer, his legs against the edge of the bench. He wore something white under the loose gray shorts. Underclothes, but none like Payton had ever seen. It only covered the genitals, with bands around the waist and each leg, leaving the arse bare. “Four.” The garment cupped Si’s balls and outlined his prick.

Payton’s cock twitched.

“Five.” Si dipped toward Payton, his hands ready to catch the bar. His groin was scandalously close to Payton’s face. “Come on, Payton. Three more.” Was his voice more raspy than before?

Shoving the bar up, Payton ignored the burn in his arms. That was really not the way to get him to do three more. He had the insane urge to nuzzle his face into Si and see if he smelled as good as he looked. Whoa, where had that come from? Thankfully, his face was already heated from the strain of moving the weights, because after that thought he was surely blushing. He shouldn’t think things like that, but dust if his cock wasn’t throbbing and straining against his shorts.

“Six. Two more.”

The weights were getting really heavy. His heart was thrumming in his ear.
Si scooted forward his legs now straddling the edge of the bench. Payton could feel the heat of Si’s thighs on his ears as Si took some of the weight of the bar, making it easier on Payton. Sweat and a musky warm scent teased Payton’s nose as Si dipped again, following the barbell.

“Seven. Come on, do one more.” His blue eyes glittered, down at Payton and his voice was definitely lower and huskier than before.

Gulping in a breath, Payton steeled himself for one last rep. He was not going to notice the thick cock outlined in those strange under clothes. He wanted to bury his nose there and–oh galaxy, he wanted to know how Si tasted. Payton gasped, shocked at the admission. He wanted to taste and touch and do whatever Si would– Oh. Payton’s arms buckled.

The bar never touched him.

Si hauled the bar up like it weighted nothing, making the veins on his forearms obvious, and set it on the stand. He leaned his forearms on the bar and looked down at Payton.

At least Payton thought he did, his attention stayed focused on Si’s erection, outlined through the thin gray shorts. Payton made a noise halfway between a gasp and a groan. He reached up, his hand hovering in front of Si’s groin, before he came to himself and stopped.

Groaning, Si caught Payton’s wrist and pressed his palm against the hard length of Si’s cock.
Payton curled his fingers in and Si’s cock jerked under his hand. It was so odd touching someone else like this. He squeezed.

Making a strangled noise, Si tugged upward on Payton’s wrist. “Sit up.”

copyright J.L. Langley July 2008

Written by JL Langley

JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research)
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