Sunday we won our match again and I got to enjoy getting closer to Miguel at the fox and hound after.

I love sitting close together, it really feels like we are a couple.

Fuck don’t get delusional!

Then it was round to Tuesday, the first day we were going to the gym together.

We had messaged a bit during the days we hadn’t seen each other, nothing major, just the time and location of his gym; yet each one I got I felt like a schoolgirl with her first love note.

I have never styled my hair so much or showered before going to the gym before, but in my delusional mind this was our first date.

After my train was delayed, I got there only 5 minutes early, and I found Miguel waiting for me out front, his tall muscular figure was striking even at a distance.

A few women were walking up the street and when they saw Miguel they went to walk out and round him, but I was coming across the road at the same time. They took one look at my face and moved back closer to Miguel.

Well that killed what little confidence I had!

I heard a deep growl come from Miguel and saw him glare at the women who were speed walking away from me.

“Hi, I guess you saw that? I told you my face was scarier than yours.”

Miguel’s large hand reached out and he caressed my cheek, “no way this face is scary.”

I froze, his touch was so soft and gentle.

Worry clouded his dark eyes and he asked, “too much?”

I grabbed his retreating hand and held it briefly to my face, “not too much, just a surprise.”

The worry evaporated as his look softened, “does this mean I don’t have to hold back when we are alone?”

I gulped, please mean what I hope you mean. “Not when we are alone, but possibly best to while we are in public.”

Flustered he took back his hand, “ah yes right.”

He is so handsome even when flustered!

Turning to the gym he said, “come on in, you can be my guest today.”

I have never worked out so hard in my life! Miguel’s knowledge was amazing!

After establishing that I wanted to work on my chest and abs, he got me on the right machines and spotted me with the weights, it was great.

By the end of our workout, I felt like my Master had been working me to my limit, he is even harsher than Cap, I love it!

Watching Miguel lift weights made me very happy that I had worn constricting boxers and loose shorts, his muscles are like works of art!

The way his broad V-shaped chest muscles flex and bulge in and out of view beneath his loose work out vest!

Don’t drool you perv!

I have never felt entirely comfortable in a gym before, I guess it’s because I’m not the fittest and find it hard to build visible muscle.

But the gleam in Miguel’s eyes when he saw how much I could lift with the leg press made me chuckle, “this isn’t all blubber like it looks you know.”

“I’m well aware, I’ve felt how hard you tackle.” Said Miguel with a grin.

“It’s nothing compared to your amazing tackles.” I said shyly, “you are the best second row I’ve ever seen.”

“You flatter me too much.”

Patting me on the shoulder like any other guy would, Miguel’s finger subtly caressed the back of my neck and I shivered happily, please say I’m allowed to believe this is on purpose.

It was all great, but then it was the bit I was fearing, the changing rooms. I had come in my gym stuff so it had been fine coming in, but now I really needed a shower.

Opening the door, I saw a long open shower area and my heart sank, but Miguel said, “don’t worry, those two blue doors are shower cubicles, use one of them.”

I grabbed my stuff and went into my own little space.

Yay and damn it, I love watching Miguel shower. The way the soap suds slide sensually down his tanned body, the glistening of the water on his muscles.

Well it’s a good thing I’m in here, I just gave myself a full blown hard on!

After we cleaned up and got back outside, I asked, “you up for a drink or some food?”

“I would really like to, but I’ve got to get back tonight, I’ve got family waiting.”

No no no! He is straight and married!?!

As if reading my mind, Miguel said, “my younger sister is staying with me this week while our parents are away.”

My heart started beating again, “you should bring her with you to our match on Sunday.”

“I don’t think she would be interested in watching us lot bash into each other.” Softly he pushed back a loose strand of my hair, “although I would like you to meet her.”

When did he get this close?

Wow, he smells nice and damn he is handsome.

“That would be nice, I can ask her for embarrassing stories about you as a kid.”

“No way, I was a great kid.” Laughed Miguel a little too high.

“Oh, there must be stories!”

With a sad heart I bid Miguel good night and returned to my empty house.

Slumping down on the sofa I pulled out my phone and saw a message.

Miguel: thank you for a fun training session.

Eeee so good!

Jonathan: it was great, but I’m going to feel it tomorrow.

Miguel: make sure you stretch out before bed.

Jonathan: I’ll stretch while heating up leftovers.

Miguel: you need a proper meal after such training!

I took a left-over lasagne out of the freezer and took a photo of it whirring round in the microwave.

*send*

Jonathan: homemade lasagne is proper food, I’ll make it for you sometime if you like.

Was that too forward?

Miguel: I look forward to it. I’ve got to go, I’m not as organised as you, I have to cook for my sister.

Jonathan: good luck, see you Thursday.