Gunslingers

It was so good to catch up with the girls. We used to hang out all the time in school, even through college. It was sort of surprising when we all got into the military. We really needed to hang out more.

Sighing, I entered the gym. I was determined to make Force Recon, so I had to work out more. My squat was seriously lacking. Thankfully, no one really used the gym this late, and I didn't need any dude bros trying to fix my posture.

I set my bag down and headed over to the squat machine. Carefully, I put 150 pounds on the bar. This would be beating my max lift, so I really wanted to do it.

I got myself situated under the bar and started to lift when I heard someone come into the gym.

"Shouldn't you have a spot?" a deep baritone asked.

The bar clanged down as I looked over to the owner of the voice. A gorgeous man with huge arms stared at me. He had a strong jaw and beautiful hazel eyes.

"No, I'm okay."

He nodded. "Okay, if you do, I'll be by the bench press." He walked over to the press and put 245 on the bar. Okay, the guy could lift.

I picked the bar back up again and brought it into a squat then up again. Yes, I did! So, I did it again. The burn started to enter my thighs, and it felt good. So I did it eighteen more time and clanged the bar back down.

"Damn, you can squat," the man said. He was still on the bench press, holding the bar over his head.

"Were you staring at my ass?" I turned to face him.

His bar clanged down. "So what if I was?" He stood up and came over to me. "It's a nice ass."

I smiled. "Let me see yours."

He chuckled and turned. Mmm... he had a great ass too. It was firm and tight. This guy definitely didn't skip leg day. "Damn yourself."

The guy turned back around and smiled. It was like a shot to the heart when that smile revealed dimples. Dimples were my weakness. He stuck a hand out.

"I'm Matt."

I took his hand and pumped. "I'm Rae." His hand enveloped mine. Not only did he have large hands, he had a firm grip. If we weren't in a gym, I would mount him like a lion.

"Shit... I'm horny."

Matt looked at me. "What?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. "Did I say that out loud?"

He nodded and flashed those dimples again. "Yes. I can fix the horny problem."

Raising an eyebrow, I motioned for him to continue. Matt chuckled and pulled me closer to him. Sweat poured down his neck and part of me wanted to lick it. Matt gently grasped my jaw and captured my mouth with his. His tongue was quickly in my mouth, dancing with mine.

Matt released my jaw to grip my neck. I put my arms on his back and then moved one to his hair and tugged. He growled and pushed my back against the wall.

My legs went around his waist and that's when I realized what I was doing.

"Matt," I said and unwrapped my legs from his waist. "We shouldn't... we don't even know each other."

He nodded and helped me get off the wall. "Maybe dinner first? How about tomorrow?" He pulled away from me, and I saw his hard on. My mouth dropped open again, and suddenly I didn't care about not knowing the man. I needed to get laid.

"Um... how about last names and sex in my room?"

Matt's dimples flashed, and he nodded. I definitely needed a good lay, and if he fucked any way like he kissed, my dry spell would finally be over. I hadn't orgasmed with any of my last male partners. It had been years since the last one. Whenever guys found out I was a Marine, all signs of an erection were gone.

"Sanders," he said and grabbed my hand and bag. "To your room?"

I bit my lip. "Mine's Martinez. Follow me."

Notes

A little bit of fluff for y'all. I've had an interesting and emotional roller coaster of a weekend. I'm doing better though.

Tomorrow won't have an update. I got shit to do. What do you think is in Matt and Brian's futures?

Please comment and rate!

--Heretic Blood