Kenny

Dear diary,
I didn’t plan on falling in love at the gym today — but then again, who ever really plans these things?It started off like any regular workout. I was mid-set, earbuds in, focused on my form, when I noticed someone across the room — him. He was sitting at the chest press machine, sculpted arms flexing with each push, golden skin glistening lightly with sweat. Then, suddenly, he looked up… and smiled at me.I must have blushed instantly. I felt it — that rush of warmth to my cheeks, that flutter deep in my chest.A few sets later, I noticed him lying back for another round, but this time his movements slowed. By the third rep, I could tell he was struggling. Without thinking, I dropped my weights and rushed over. My hands reached his bar just in time, and he exhaled with a laugh of relief."Thanks," he said, still catching his breath. "You saved my life."He smiled again — wide, bright, and easy.
"I'm Kenny," he said.
I smiled back. "I'm Elio."We started chatting — first about workouts, routines, fitness goals — but before long, the conversation took a different turn. A more personal, teasing, flirty one.He complimented my frame, called it "elegantly lean." I laughed and returned the favor, complimenting his clearly well-earned physique. That made him blush — just a little.Then, just like that, he turned around and began walking toward the locker room. I stood there, confused for a moment, until he turned back over his shoulder with the slyest grin… like he was inviting me without saying a word.I took a breath, grabbed my towel and bottle, and followed.When I entered the locker room, he was already there — standing by the lockers, wrapped in a towel, body still warm and damp from the workout.
"I thought you weren’t coming," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.
I shrugged, nervous. "I wasn’t sure… I’m terrible at reading signals."Then, still smiling, he let the towel drop to the floor.
"Is this signal clear enough?"My face went crimson. I laughed nervously, heart pounding.
"Signal received," I said.I started undressing as he turned toward the showers, walking slowly, deliberately. He stepped into the first stall and turned on the water. I took the one across from him, but he made no effort to hide — giving me a little show, playful and bold.A moment later, he reached out a hand. No words. Just a quiet invitation.I stepped in, the steam rising around us. The water was hot, but not as hot as my skin. I was shaking slightly — from nerves, from excitement, from the intensity of it all.He pulled me gently into him, cupped my face, and kissed me. His lips were warm, soft but urgent. The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, slow and sure, mixing with the water cascading between us.For a few minutes, there was only the heat. His body against mine, the sound of water, the pounding in my chest.Then, suddenly — voices. Loud ones. The door swung open, and we heard the unmistakable chatter of a group of men entering the locker room.Like guilty schoolboys, we jumped apart, grabbing towels and laughing quietly. We dried off as quickly as possible, throwing on our clothes and exchanging glances that said this isn’t over.As we stepped outside, the air felt cool and open. He turned to me with a grin.
"Wanna continue our workout somewhere quieter?"I smiled.
"Lead the way."