Monday and Tuesday felt like they would never end, work was a pain due to contractor troubles, and I didn’t finish till late both days.

In a mad rush I made it to Miguel’s gym just before our arranged meeting time.

Again, he was waiting outside, this time he was stood a lot more upright, he almost looked nervous.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, work has been rough.”

Miguel’s whole body seemed to relax when he saw me, “no worries, you’re here now.”

We walked in together and he asked, “how is your back?”

“Sore, but I’m not sure how bad it is, I can’t see it.” I replied nonchalantly.

We got to the changing rooms and tensing I whispered, “Miguel, I was in a rush and need to change, are there any changing cubicles?”

“Ah, no, just shower ones.” He directed me towards a back corner of the open changing room, and whispered, “change here, I’ll cover you.”

I was so grateful, “OK, can you look at my back too?”

“Of course.” Said Miguel with a soft smile curving his lips.

Oh crap, that look always makes me horny! I turned my back to Miguel and lifted my shirt with a groan, it had stiffened a lot through my workday.

In a moment, Miguel’s hands grabbed my shoulders and he held me still, “fuck Jonathan! That is really bad!”

I looked round at him and said, “it can’t be that bad.” Seeing his angry glare I dropped my head down, fuck his angry look is making me get hard.

“Why didn’t you say anything? That should have been a penalty at least and you should not have kept playing with that injury!” Growled Miguel.

“I really didn’t think it was this bad. I’m sorry.”

It was like the anger drained out of him, “fine, but tell me if you get hurt too much again. I can’t have fun with you if you don’t tell me if you get hurt.”

Eeek! Don’t say stuff like that when there are other people around!

Meekly without turning round I said, “I’ll tell you if I get hurt again.” Dropping my voice to little more than a whisper I said, “I like you having fun with me.”

The firm grip on my shoulders started to slowly move down a little; just as his fingers were reaching a level a friend would not go to, there was a gasp from behind us and a random guy said, “what the fuck happened to you?”

“Rugby injury.” Said Miguel, as I shifted further behind him, “Alright Jonathan, if you’re not in too much pain, we can do some light exercise to help loosen up your muscles.”

The random guy said sternly, “Miguel be sure to not work your friend too hard.”

“Course I won’t Dave.”

I turned and saw Dave had the uniform of the gym, I guess he is staff.

“I’m all good, honestly it must look worse than it feels.” I said with a chuckle.

After a very light workout, that still left me grimacing, Miguel went to the main shower, and I went to use one of the cubicles.

Clean and clothed in my best attempt at sexy, in dark jeans and a check shirt. I went out and saw Miguel waiting looking one thousand times sexier than me, also in jeans, and a dark green shirt.

A soft smile curved his lips as he asked, “are you ready?”

I lifted my jaw off my chest as we walked out onto the street and replied, “very ready. Where are we going?”

“There is a bar round the corner that does great bar snacks and... Do you need to answer that?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s my phone.” Checking my screen I groaned, I don’t want anything to interrupt my “date.”

“Sorry it’s a supplier who is delivering tomorrow, this should just take a sec.”

“Go ahead.”

Eeeee so good! That felt like getting permission from my Dom!

“Hey Frank, what’s up?”

“Jonny I’m really sorry but our driver has cancelled for tomorrow and the next time I can get your piping out is Friday.”

“What?! No Frank you can’t do this to us, you know we need that tomorrow. Is there nothing you can do?”

“I’m afraid not, I’ve got a damn mess here, only other thing is if you can come get it tonight.”

I looked up at Miguel and felt my anger raise, no not now! Fuck!

Miguel’s large hand caressed my free cheek, and he mouthed, “it’s alright, go.”

My anger was instantly overwhelmed by my delight at his soft touch, “alright Frank, I’ll come to you, but it’s going to take me at least an hour and a half.”

“Oh shit, did I interrupt you on a hot date?”

My face felt like it was going to catch fire as I replied, “yes. So, you had best be there when I arrive!”

“I’ll be here, sorry Jonny.”

Hanging up the call, I looked up at Miguel with worry in my heart, there was no way he didn’t hear me, was he alright with me saying this was a date?

Cupping my other cheek too, Miguel asked, “So this is a hot date?”

“What else would it be with my husband?” My words were bold, but I was quaking with fear inside.

“Your fake husband?” He asked, his dark eyes slightly clouded with worry, while still holding my face.

I covered his large soft hands with my calloused ones, “unless you want to be something else?”

A loud group of people rounded the corner next to us and we both stepped back from each other.

Putting his hands behind his back, Miguel said, “we can discuss that next time. You need to get going now.”

I didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to take one step, but I really had to. “Alright, I’ll message you and see you Thursday.”

Before I could fret too much about the best way to say goodbye, Miguel pulled me into a hug, “see you Thursday.”

I could feel my face heating up as I wrapped my arms round his firm waist, “mmm hmm.”

When after 20 seconds or so I didn’t make a move to leave, Miguel said with a chuckle, “Go on, you really need to get going.”

Pulling back and smiling at him sheepishly I nodded, then said, “alright, but can I have a rain check on our...” lowering my voice I whispered, “on our hot date?”

Seeing the people had moved off down the street, Miguel caressed my cheek again and whispered, “I’m holding you to that.”

After another wonderful moment, I finally got my feet to move away from this handsome charming man, “Good night Miguel.”

He waved with a huge smile on his lips, and I raced off to the station.