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Honestly, the rain didn’t bother Eliot much. He was happy to stand out in the downpour, outside of the main buildings of the resort, and to let the water rush over him. Lost in his own head for a bit, he barely noticed when the rain stopped hitting his head but continued to fall around him and it only really registered with Eliot when he heard someone shift beside.

“Ah. Thanks.” He gave the stranger a brief smile.

“Definitely. My heart is racing and pumping blood all over my body, specially the midsection. I consider this great cardio.” Red continued the playful comments and then shook his head, taking a step back and sitting down on a bench. “Nope. I’m going to move to something heavier.” He said and pointed at the heavier weights, picking up one and starting reps with his right arm. 

“Ooh, a big man.” His tone was teasing and playful, he wasn’t trying to belittle Red at all.

Eliot began his reps, working on carefully sculpting rather than building any appreciable muscle building. He had learned his lesson back in the early days of camming that a lot of guys seemed to prefer svelte, slender men rather than big beefy subs and Eliot was fine with that. He was happy to play to his audience and trim down and stay trim.

“Somewhere in that range,” he replied with a smirk as he sat down to continue his stretches, eyes following the other as he made his way to the elliptical.  "I wouldn’t say that too loud around here unless if you want someone to spring, fresh meat does always have the sweetest taste to it.“  The man was attractive too, surely someone would come and snatch him away if it meant a chance at an ass that hadn’t been taken too many times here.  

"How fresh we talking though?  Like first day?  Have you had sex yet since coming here?”  Might as well come right out with the question he really wanted to know the answer to, “Client, i’d be a shit staff member, would never be able to follow commands…i’d live down in the dungeon.”

“Honey, I know what I’m saying.” Eliot chuckled to himself.  He had made a living, after all, off of saying what other people liked to hear. The action of working the elliptical made his breath shorter and he continued to speak, Eliot panted quietly. “I’m still new enough that I’m trying to learn the ropes. I still get lost on my way back to my room.”

This man had snark and Ryker could only grin as he listened to him, quite impressed that he didn’t just sit and beg like all the other staff members did.  Shit, maybe that had meant that he was a client?  Ryker was a shit judge of character and could never tell who was what around here - luckily he hit on whoever attracted him, to hell with their haus status.

“Around the gym or around the haus in general?”  He asked, unable to keep from watching the other with his precise stretching.  He had one hell of a body, “been here for a little while, the haus much longer.”  Ryker couldn’t even tell how long he’d been at the haus on and off, of course.  Years perhaps, it truly was paradise.

“How long is a little while? A couple months? Two lifetimes?” Eliot finished stretching and rolled his shoulders a few times before walking over to the elliptical. “I haven’t been here that long. I guess I’m still officially the “fresh meat” around here.” WIth a laugh, Eliot stepped onto the machine and set the tension.

Red came back from the bathroom to resume his set of squats, but was shocked to find he was no longer alone in the gym, but there was this attractive guy stretching there. “Damn. Those shorts look like they’re about to rip open.” He joked. “But that’s now necessarily a bad thing.” 

“You shouldn’t have gone through all the trouble then,” Ryker responded unable to keep from chuckling, a sinister look creeping over his features as he continued to do some cool down stretches.  There was nothing worse than a body tight from a workout because it wasn’t properly stretched out, “because if it’d been up to me I would have said you might as well keep the shorts right at home.”  But then no workout out would have gotten done as Ryker would have just taken him right here and now, and besides, nobody wanted to share machines with naked men - this was definitely a clothes required area.  

“And I’d say yes...if you owned the gym.” Eliot gave the man a cocky grin and stood upright to stretch his arms and back. Every movement was patient and slow, and deliberate. The other man was attractive, certainly, and Eliot was ingrained with a want to put o a good show. It’s all about a good show.”How long have you been kicking it around here?”

Ryker had a short film he was working on in the coming weeks which meant he had to keep in tip top shape until then - trips becoming more frequent to the damn gym, not that he minded because it gave him a chance to scope out the eye candy of the haus.  There was something about a man all gleaming with sweat that turned him on like you wouldn’t believe.

Though as he was finishing his workout he noticed the male starting with stretches, focusing his attention on the other as he seemed wrapped in his own world, a sliver of a smirk sprawling across Ryker’s face as he moved over to join him on the mat.  "Nice shorts,“ he had no idea what else to fucking say so said the first thing that came to mind - not the best thing in the world but hey, Ryker was hardly smooth after a hard workout.  Practically dripping sweat he worked on his own stretches to cool his body down.

Eliot looked up from where he was stretching, his forearms pressed flat against the mat with his feet shoulder width apart. He grinned--his smile ever so slightly crooked from the obvious break in his nose--and transitioned so his upper body hung over a single leg instead of splitting the difference down the middle.

He hadn’t been employed by the resort for too long and Eliot felt like he was still learning the ropes and what was okay to do and what wasn’t okay to do as a staff member.

But a man had to do what a man had to do.

Dressed in a pair of compression shorts and a  tank top, Eliot made his way to the single gym that he knew about on the property with a towel slung over one shoulder and a large jug of water in his hand. He didn’t bother bringing his earbuds with him because he had no intent of listening to music or podcasts while he worked out, but he wanted to be prepared in case he had a good post-work out selfie opportunity.