The base gym smelled of iron and sweat, the clang of weights echoing through the mostly empty room. Johnny was at the bench, pushing through another set, his chest heaving, skin slick with sweat that caught the light. His shirt had been tossed aside ages ago, leaving his torso bare, the dark hair across his chest damp and curling.
Simon stood a few paces back, arms crossed, trying to look like he was just supervising. But under the mask, his face burned hotter than he’d ever admit. He was a soldier, for Christ’s sake. Discipline drilled into his bones, control in every thought. And yet, watching Johnny grin through the strain, veins standing out along his arms, sweat sliding down his jaw… it made Simon’s stomach twist with a want he couldn’t ignore.
Ridiculous, he scolded himself silently. Bloody ridiculous. He’s just working out. Pull yourself together, Riley.
Johnny’s body gleamed with sweat, chest hair damp, muscles flexing as he finished another rep. The gym was thick with the sharp tang of iron and heat, but all Simon could focus on was Johnny’s scent, the masculine natural musk making him feel heat go up his esophagus and face.