Page 2 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter One
Kane
Being aroused at the gym had become a daily thing for me. With all the grunting, sweating, and shirtless dudes around, how could I not fantasize about being buried balls deep in them?
Twinks were a weakness of mine, and dammit, they were everywhere.
I blamed it on all the New Year’s resolutions shit. Most of the new faces would only stick around for a month or so before they bailed. Maybe then I could get through a workout without grinding my teeth and thinking of anythingbutthe hot ass in front of me.
Ever since Body Quest opened a few months ago, it had become my regular spot. Zack, the owner, used to be a personal trainer before he realized he wanted his own gym and opened one with his boyfriend, Jackson. The only downside to having a membership there was I had to see them being a freaking happy couple every day.
They were nice guys and everything, and certainly easy on the eyes, but love was bullshit.
I slowed my pace on the treadmill and started the cool down phase. When I first got there that afternoon, I had warmed up with some stretches and lifted weights, and I always ended with cardio.
Being a cop, I liked to stay fit. Some of the older guys I worked with weren’t exactly in peak physical shape, but most took care of themselves. Already getting shit for only being twenty-four and the rookie cop, the last thing I wanted was to have them give me more crap for not being able to keep up.
And I liked the burn—the exertion of working my muscles, ones that used to be average and kind of wimpy when I was in high school. Back when I couldn’t stick up for myself and had let Devon control everything I did. Not anymore.
I was no longer the weak kid who got walked all over. That was for damn sure.
Grabbing a towel, I wiped my face and the back of my neck before tossing it in the bin. I debated on taking a shower there or waiting until I got home. With how fucking horny I was, I didn’t know how much self-control I’d have showering with a bunch of naked dudes, especially since some of them were gay and constantly looked me up and down like I was a tree they wanted to climb.
Looks like I’ll be going home then.
“Hey, I couldn’t help but watch you work out,” a guy with the most enticing come-fuck-me eyes said. “You’re kinda intense.”
He was about four inches shorter than me and had a small frame. Just my type. His brown hair fell a little into his honey-colored eyes, and the way he bit his bottom lip as he watched me told me exactly what he was after.
“Intense?” I asked, quirking a brow. We were in the small hallway leading to the locker rooms, and it wasn’t that wide so I was almost right up against him. “That ain’t nothin’. You should see me when I fuck.”
Yeah, the statement was bold, but whatever. I had a filter, but I didn’t use it much. And the guy was obviously flirting, so why not go for it? I didn’t do dating or any of that flowery shit. Better to just say what I wanted upfront.
His eyes widened a bit before a knowing look flashed through them, followed by him biting his damn lip again. I almost attacked him right there.
“I’d like that,” he said, peering up at me.
So would I.
I turned and started toward the locker room, throwing a smirk at him over my shoulder. He followed too eagerly. I typed in the four digit code to unlock the door and then we went inside. I looked at him and, without saying a word, pushed him against the wall. Kissing down his neck, I slid my hand under the hem of his shirt and splayed my fingers over his smooth skin.
The way he moaned was intoxicating.
Sex was a drug to me. After a while, the faces of the guys I fucked faded, and I never really remembered any of them. This twink would just be added to that list, another faceless notch on the metaphorical bed of past one-timers.
Just another fix.
Somehow we maneuvered into one of the stalls, and I kicked the door shut before clumsily locking it. Our mouths met in a sloppy kiss as I tugged at his pants.
I didn’t know his name, but I didn’t care to. Fucking him senseless was all I wanted.
As he faced the wall, I put one hand on his back and held him in place as I played with his ass with the other. Dammit, I didn’t have lube, so spit would just have to do that time. I dropped to my knees and bit one of his cheeks before spreading them. After licking and fucking him with my tongue, I spat and swirled it around his hole before standing back up.
When he was ready, I grabbed the rubber from the pocket of my shorts and slipped it on before pushing into him.
He gasped and leaned his head back.
I kissed his shoulder as I gripped his hips and fucked him harder. His heat engulfed me, and it was pure ecstasy. The guy was tight, and I worried I might be too big for him, but he reached back and pulled me faster against him, groaning and egging me on.
