#finn.cormac

Cormac was one of Finn's most successful clients. Did it help that he already wasn't too bad off when they first started their training? Absolutely. But even for where he was, he came such a long way. Results that really made him put faith in himself as a trainer. They still had more progress to make, sure,  but Finn decided to take it easy on him that evening. He had been doing so well, after all. A reward seemed more than fair. And besides, it'd help give him that extra boost he'd need to take those few more steps towards his dream body. So, instead of their typical session routine, he decided to invite him over to his place for drinks (he took a few classes during his year of physical therapy, one being on mixology). Another, more selfish reason as to why he invited him over-- or more accurately, as to why he felt inclined to invite him over, was his attraction to him. Cormac was a complete stud, now more than ever thanks to him. He thought he was hot ever since he first set eyes on the male, and spending four to five days a week watching hm get sweaty doing all his workouts definitely added fuel to the fire that was his want for him. And though he was convinced that he was straight, that night would be his to prove or dispel that (and to maybe do some convincing of his own).

The night came. Cormac came over to his Santa Monica bachelor pad and he made them a round of drinks. And then another. A movie played on the television — he had no idea which, but the actors were familiar to him. He had given up control of the remote a couple hours ago, his mind preoccupied by the hunk sitting across from him. He was lost in his own thoughts when it came to him; how he would steer things into a more interesting direction. "Y'know, I once took a pole dancing class back in May. Never got the pole installed, but there's still a few moves I could whip out." He looked for any sign of disapproval from the other's face before he went any further. Once he seemed to be in the clear, with just a few taps on his phone an R&B playlist started to spill out softly from the speakers hooked up around the living room. He got up from the couch, making sure to give an extra shake of his hips are he did so to draw more attention to the view. He walked a reasonable distance away from Cormac before he began. Though a bit refined as to not hurt his leg, he performed just about every move he knew that didn't require a pole. Every sway of his hips, every motion of his hands, every fluid motion throughout his entire body was like an invitation to his audience. An invitation to what? For the moment, he decided to leave it up to the broader male's imagination.