Discovering Dalton(8)

“You mean the ink?”

Liam scratched the stubble on his chin as he shook his head. “Not just that. Yeah, when he pulls someone and that’s what they see, yeah, but I've seen him all covered up out on the bike and they take one look at that good-looking face and dark hair, those green eyes…” Liam loved Troy’s eyes. They were sea green, and were wild just like the sea, moving and changing at the blink of an eye. They showed so much in them and Liam had spent days of his life over the years gazing into them. “I guess the bike doesn’t help.” Liam grinned. “Maybe I should get him a suit and see what happens then.”

“Hmm, he would look damn fine in a suit.” Kathy looked into the distance, like she was lost in her fantasy of Troy, and Liam threw a balled up piece of paper at her to bring her back down to earth. “Sorry, but that’s one sexy image. For my birthday, which is in a month—thought I'd remind you—can I have him in a suit?”

“I’ll mention it. See how he feels.” Liam sat back in the chair, arms folded behind his head and a big grin on his face. “Only time I ever saw him in a suit was when we buried Terry.” His smile slipped a bit and Kathy ran her hand over his shoulder. “I'm okay. You get going. There's only three people in and it’s closing time in an hour.”

Liam accepted the kiss on his forehead and watched as she turned the sign around to ‘closed’ before walking off home. Liam pushed up from the desk and started making his evening rounds. The main room was in the process of being cleaned so Liam left the two women to it and walked through the office where he closed down all the PCs and locked up for the night before he checked the other rooms.

The weight room had two of his regulars in. They always stayed right to the end and came every evening to boost their size. They were training for a weightlifting competition next month, and Liam often let them work over closing time to help them out. Tonight though, he was beat. Another hot day and a visit from the Health and Safety busy bodies from the local council checking up on the site had worn his patience down and he wanted a cold shower followed by a beer with Troy.

He spotted Dalton as he walked along the cardio room. He was on one of the running machines. It was hot outside, so Liam couldn’t blame him for opting for the air con and not burning up on the streets. He paused, staring through the floor to ceiling wall of glass separating them, watching how he sprinted at full speed as he listened to his Mp3 player. The guy had stamina. He should think about doing the half marathon this year. He’d do well, and Liam had a few members who’d signed up and were taking part already. He’d mention it to him before he left and see how he felt. Maybe a group event would help ease him out of the slump he was stuck in.

Liam finished closing down all the unused areas and was saying goodbye to the cleaning crew when Jeff and Adam, his weight lifters, came into reception. “You're both looking great. How’s the diet going?”

Adam, who was the bigger out of the two, and taking part in the heavyweight category, looked pleased with himself. “Good. Strict, and I miss carbs, but it’ll be over in a month or so.”

The weight these guys dropped was insane before they got on stage. Liam wasn’t a big fan of how they achieved their look—it wasn’t healthy for the body to go through such a dramatic change so quickly, but he couldn’t deny their muscle definition and just how big they got looked good. “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He sat back in his chair and watched them leave, Adam barely fitting through one door. Although he appreciated the hard work they put into getting so big, Liam would never want to be that huge. He wasn’t small by anyone’s standard but next to them he kinda felt like a scrawny teenager again. It made him think about Dalton and how edgy he was when he went into the weight room.

He was perfectly toned, medium built, five ten, and he had good definition on every part of him, especially the thighs. Liam took more time than was necessary looking over them when he worked out on the step machine, but the guy still thought he was second rate and Liam should do something about it. He had no idea why, but then he guessed it was his job and he was becoming more professional and less selfish with his time.

Thinking of Dalton…

Liam stood up and walked to the cardio room, checking out if he was still running. It had been forty minutes since he last saw him. When he found it empty, he checked the weight room. Seeing it was empty too, he turned off the lights and shut the door. All the other doors were locked and clear, so he had to be in the changing rooms. He was the last one, and Liam gave him another ten minutes before he began tapping his foot on the floor outside the changing room. He didn’t have all night to waste waiting for him to shower and change.

He pushed the door open, checking out the pristine polished floor and mirrors as he passed, hearing the water running in the back as he made his way past the lockers and benches. “Hey, Dalton…” He waited for a response, but got none. “Dalton?”

He walked to the back, peeking into the communal showers but finding them empty, looking clean and ready for the next day. He should have guessed Dalton wouldn’t be one to shower in there. He’d be in one of the private cubicles. He walked further down, seeing the one he was in. The stained glass was frosted for privacy, but you could still make out the figure behind it. He looked above the door, seeing two hands planted on the tiles. Liam looked at his watch and then at the water drilling down from the shower. The pressure was amazing, and he wondered why he didn’t shower here instead of at home when the shower there was so shit.

He grabbed a towel from the stand and stripped off, choosing to use the communal one the furthest away from Dalton. It was big enough for around five men, and after been cooped up in his small ensuite, the space was welcome. He stripped off, discarding his clothes on a bench before making his way into the communal shower. He chose the one right at the back and let the water heat up before he stepped under it, leaning his palms on the flashy new Oxford blue shiny tiles he and Troy chose, the small specks of glitter sparkling on them with the overhead light. It felt great, it looked great, well worth the thousands of pounds it cost to refit it out.

He was lost in the massaging effect of the water as it pounded over his flesh, letting the heat relax his muscles and shut down his busy mind. He could stay there all day. He used some of the gel provided to wash his body, lathering his skin up in the musky scent before turning and rinsing himself off.

He’d spent far too long washing his cock and balls, and was half hard, his cock shouting at Liam to do something about it. He loved jerking off in the shower, and he didn’t even think twice before taking his cock in hand and working his fist over his length.

He took his time, leaning his back against the wall and enjoying the slow buildup. He pumped more gel in his hand, using both fists to get himself off, covering his whole length with his big hands and lifting his hips into them.

He tightened his grip, enjoying the friction and heat, fighting to fuck his hand as he started to moan—legs shaking, stomach muscles flexing as he tensed. He closed his eyes, head tilted backwards, the water running over his chest and down his cock. He moaned louder, working those fists faster, his back now plastered to the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut, every muscle on his body rigid with the tension filling him.

When his balls pulled up and his cock stiffened even more, Liam looked at his swollen head popping in and out of his fist and shouted as he came, jets of cum spilling onto the tiles, mixing with the water and being carried away down the drain as Liam slumped back, dropping his hands to his sides, chest heaving.

He opened hazy eyes and the first thing he saw was Dalton standing in the corridor, fully dressed, bag over his shoulder, a look of… what?

“Dalton…” Liam growled when Dalton took off. “Hey!”

“I just wanted to let you know I was leaving. Bye.” Dalton’s words echoed down the empty locker room as Liam listened to the sound of his feet hitting the tiles, fast, like he was sprinting out of there.

Liam popped his head out in time to see the door slamming shut behind him. “Well…” He sighed heavily. “Shit.”





Chapter 6



Dalton made it outside and all the way around the rear of the building where the small carpark was based before he took a breath, and when he did, it seemed to get stuck in his chest, his ribs stopping his lungs from expanding like they should do and halting him in his tracks.

He was positive Liam wasn’t following him. The fact he would be dripping wet and naked would stop him, but Dalton felt like he was being followed. Something was on his heels, chasing him away, forcing his heavy limbs to move and run.

He stumbled into the car, starting it up and almost wheel spinning out of the place and onto the small road which would lead him back into reality and safety. It was when he hit the two lanes of the busy dual carriageway he dragged a lead-like breath of air into his body and blew it out slowly. His fingers were shaking against the wheel and his legs twitched nervously as he sped up.

Why did he stay to watch? Why, when he heard the shower running, did he walk closer? All he’d thought of was shouting in to Liam and saying he was getting off. Getting off! Ugh. That’s exactly what Liam had been doing.