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y'all :) 'gay' for pay has consumed me despite the EVERYTHING ELSE i should be worried about :) as a reminder: buck is a bisexual sex worker who plays straight because that's hot. who doesn't want to fuck a straight person who says "but you're the exception 🥺" at least once? we all have a minor straight fetish, right? no? anyway... tommy is his client who is... well, buck's still figuring out who tommy is atp :)
under the cut for uh, nsfw i guess? no explicit fucking though. warning for: the author's unfamiliarity with gym culture, gay culture, gay gym culture.
Tommy's gym is pretty fucking straight; they're far from WeHo, sure, but there's also hardly a rainbow flag in sight, and people might as well be actively avoiding eye contact. The puzzle pieces are slotting together in Buck's mind. Tommy's firmly on the DL. There's no chance this guy is coming out of the closet any time soon. Whatever the case, there's not a lot Buck can do to tease Tommy without getting them kicked out of what is a pretty swanky gym. The equipment here is nice, nothing kept together with duct tape or anything, unlike the gym Buck frequents.
Buck's creative, though, and working out provides plenty of opportunities to make Tommy flustered.
Between bench press sets, as Tommy catches his breath, Buck leans down next to his ear and whispers, "Could feed you my cock with you like this, just fuck down into your eager mouth. If we're quiet, no one would know."
The answering "Jesus fuck," is strangled. Tommy only manages three reps the next set, too distracted looking at Buck's crotch above him and panting, if Buck has to guess why.
Buck smiles and offers, "It's okay, man. You can't hit your PR every day." Tommy scowls, tossing his empty water bottle at Buck's face, and Buck's smile widens as he snatches the bottle out of the air.
Later, Buck sets up for some five-plate squats and notices Tommy watching out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, man, got any pointers on my form? Worried I'm not going deep enough." Tommy squints at him. That's fair; Buck does have ulterior motives. He just hopes his grin looks guileless.
He pitches his voice lower once Tommy's in earshot. "You know, you should really get in on these. If I ever get you riding me, I don't want you losing steam too quick." Tommy's throat bobs, and Buck darts his eyes down to watch it before refocusing on Tommy's flushed face. "You got good quads, sure, but do you have the stamina?"
The space between them narrows as Tommy sways in. "I have the stamina, kid."
Buck fights down a shudder, suddenly hyper-aware of the sprinkling of silver hairs in Tommy's beard. "Yeah, old man? Can't wait to see it in action." Leaning back, Buck plasters on a bright smile. "You'll help me with my form first, though, right?"
