Sunday morning weights

You rise refreshed on Sunday morning. You head over to the dining hall and wolf down a quick breakfast alone, and then head over to the gym, intending to get a good workout in.

You warm up quickly on a treadmill, taking five minutes to get your blood pumping, and soon transition over to the weight racks. The people out here in the early morning are all real gym-rats, the guys and girls packing so much pure muscle that you feel like you’re benching cotton candy next to their massive weights. But there is no shame in the gym, and you get through your first set with your usual determination, pushing yourself to squeeze in that extra rep above the usual.

You sit up after you finish the set, taking a look around the gym. There are a couple fit girls who draw your eye, as is to be expected, but they all look razor-focused on their workout, earbuds in and thousand-mile stares active. Not people who would be happy with an interruption, especially of the flirtatious kind.

Back to the next set, which you complete without much hassle. You rub your arms, really starting to feel the workout. A minute or two later, and you polish off one more. You take a short walk around the gym, drinking some water, and then you bang out your final set of bench presses. That felt good.

As you move over to the squat racks, you find two familiar faces that have just made their entry to the gym.

“What’s up, Alex? Getting swole today?” Val laughs, giving your arms a playful squeeze. Mars just laughs and shakes her head, though you notice that she eyes up your chest and arms too.

“You bet,” you smile back at them. “The two of you should have come in half an hour earlier! We could have done a whole workout together.”

“There are too many meatheads that early in the day,” Mars says. “I like coming in after they’ve mostly left.”

“But I thought girls liked really muscular guys,” you say. “Wouldn’t you rather work out when there’s more eye-candy around?”

“Ehhh, it really depends,” she replies. “There’s a difference between a guy who’s fit and a guy who’s just bulging muscle. Too much and it just… doesn’t look natural, you know?”

She glances at Val, who’s in the middle of a set of squats.

“Don’t mind me,” Val pants. “Just becoming unnatural over here!”

“You’re looking great, Val,” you call back to her.

“She does have some serious muscle,” Mars nods. “You see that ass?”

“Couldn’t miss it from a mile away,” you laugh, squatting down yourself to pretend to get a better look.

But with the pretend look comes an actual look, and you have to admit, you’re impressed by how firm and toned Valentine’s butt is, its shapely roundness something for men and women alike to aspire to.

“People are going to think you’re a creep,” Mars laughs, pulling you up by the shoulder.

“That’s what I was doing!” you protest, laughing as Val reracks the weights.

You move in next, adding some extra pounds to the barbell—though not as much as you would have guessed, had you not just gotten a great eyeful of Val’s ass. You begin your squats, grunting softly as you take the weight onto your back.

“Did you seriously just say that you don’t like muscled guys?” Val asks Mars, giving her a funny look.

“You’re the weird one,” Mars laughs, giving Val a light push. “Any other girl out there would agree with me. There is such a thing as too much muscle.”

“You just don’t respect the grind,” Val says, not so subtly flexing as she speaks. “It takes work to build a body, and I’m sure as heck am going to appreciate a guy who does that.”

“Yeah, but a guy is more than just his body...” Mars begins saying.

“Not where I’m concerned,” Val laughs, and then she spots the anguished expression on Mars’ face. “Okay, fine, the other stuff matters too. But you have to agree, there needs to be something there for me to work with.”

You grunt again as you finish your last rep, slipping out from under the bar.

“Your go, Mars,” you say, tapping her on the shoulder.

“Like this man,” Val says, squeezing your shoulder.

“Like this man,” Mars agrees, giving you a smile as she adjusts the weights to something more her speed.

“So,” Val says, as Mars gets going on her set. “You planning to check out her ass too?”

“It wouldn’t be fair not too,” you say. “I’m hurt that the two of you didn’t give me the lookover.”

“Oh, we did,” Val laughs. “We’re just better at doing it on the sly. Watch this.”

You watch Val as she quickly flicks her eyes to their bottom left corner, and then smirks at you.

“Mars has a great ass too,” she says.

You copy Val with the eye-flick.

“I don’t think I saw anything,” you say. “It was just a blur.”

“Fine, do your kneeling thing,” she says, and you kneel down again, getting a good look at Mars in her workout shorts.

“Now that’s a fine ass,” you say, hardly able to resist the urge to slap it as it comes down.

“And up you come again,” Val says, hauling you back to a standing position. “Can’t have you distracting Mars like that. Shit’s dangerous.”

“Asses are a distracting danger,” you nod.

“That,” Mars declares as she finishes off her set. “Is something we can all agree on.”

Mars +8
Valentine +8