He wasn’t the kind of gay man that pranced about and announced to the world that he was gay. But he was very much into men. That wasn’t up for debate.
It was this history of Lance's, this past peppered with hunks, macho-men and a lot of abs, that had him questioning his current feelings. Of all the men that Lance had been with, Kirk was without a doubt the least physically appealing. Yet Lance didn’t care. And it was the fact that he didn’t care, that he actually liked being around Kirk, that had him questioning his very identity.
This wasn’t Lance. So, if not, then who the heck was he?
“You’re here early.” Kirk waltzed into the gym, looking awfully peppy for this time of morning. He always was now, rarely showcasing anything even close to a bad mood. It was yet another reason that Lance found him adorable.
“Dedication. Try showing it sometime.” Lance winked and pushed himself to his feet. “But let’s start small. Today you can try actually getting through an entire rep range without breaking down and weeping.”
“Ouch.” Kirk sucked through his teeth as if the comment had actually hurt him. “You know, if you bought a single bed instead of that double you own, there’d be less chance of you waking up on the wrong side of it every morning.”
“Shut up and get changed,” Lance demanded. “I’ll see you on the floor.”
“Don’t tire yourself out too quick, either,” Kirk shouted after Lance as he exited the locker. “I want an actual work out today!”
They’d been training together for a little under a month now, and in that time the leaps and bounds that Kirk had made were astounding. Physically, his transformation was right on track for what Lance would have expected. By combining proper diet with consistent weight training, Kirk had gone from a skinny beanpole, to a beanpole still... but with some actual muscle packed onto his frame. His chest was starting to grow, as were his back and legs. His core was tightening and as a result his posture was improved. It was remarkable what a little hard work could do.
But even more important was what the change to Kirk’s physical appearance had done for his personality and general demeanor. He was basically a whole new person.
When Lance had first met Kirk, he’d been a shy, timid, nervous wreck. Kirk had mumbled rather than spoke. He talked into his chest, instead of up and at the person. And as for jokes? A sense of humor? While it existed, no one was ever privy to it. Now however, he was riffing and joking and making fun like he and Lance had been friends for years. It was incredible.
Lance sat on the bench-press in the empty gym floor, disappeared into the back of his head. He couldn’t get Kirk out of his mind. This just wasn’t him! He wasn’t that kind of guy! He never, ever fantasized or worshiped another man. It was always the other way around.
“We’re starting on the bench?” Kirk called from across the gym. He was leaning against the squat rack, looking confused... and pretty darn good in his gym-wear too.
“You’re right.” Lance got to his feet and indicated the squat rack. “It’s leg day. You know what to do.”
“Yes, sir.” Kirk did a military salute and ducked into the rack, crouching just below the heavy metal bar. He then rested the bar on the back of his neck and started squatting, nice and slow.
Lance stood back for a moment, watching Kirk squat down to the floor, and then back up. Down to the floor, and then back up. Down to the floor, and then back up. Each time he went down, his pants stretched across his small round butt, making it seem bigger and juicer than usual. And then when he shot back up, the muscles in his hamstrings tensed, as did his butt cheeks. Lance was a professional, so did his best not to stare... but it was hard.
“What weight am I on?” Kirk asked as he put the bar back on the rack.
“Light weights today.” Lance whipped his phone out to double check the program. “Twenty kilos on each side.” He indicated to the weight plates.
Kirk groaned and went for one. “Are you going to help?”
“Not on your life,” Lance smirked. “And for your last set, you’re upping it to 22.5 kilos on each side. Progressive overload, baby.”
It was as Kirk began to squat the new weight, groaning and grunting