บท 58: Chapter 58

Tom wrapped his hands around the bar and started the first set of reps. He tended to shut out everything else when he worked out. His movements were smooth and steady and intense.

Before Jack realized it, Tom was asking for the two-hundred pound weights to be racked.

“You’re really getting pumped, buddy.”

A sound rumbled up from Tom’s chest, and Jack assumed Tom was agreeing with him.

Muscles bulged and relaxed, sweat formed and beaded over them, a drop slid down to catch on Tom’s nipple. Jack licked his lips, recalling the first time he’d seen that, how he’d caught the drop on his finger, and then stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it off.

Straight boys didn’t do things like that, but it had been Tommy, his best friend, and so he had never questioned his own action.

He grinned to himself and shook his head. He really had been a clueless son of a gun.