tyler_gone | Atlas Gym, Friday Evening, 7/24

Atlas Gym, Friday Evening, 7/24

The thing about the gym staff was, they really weren't too bright about things like making you give your keys back when you quit. That went double if you kept staying past the time the gym closed anyhow. As long as he didn't expect to get paid, Tyler could pretty much come and go as he pleased.

He'd been taking advantage of that a lot this week. Tonight, he was going to stay late and put in a couple more weight circuits ... just as soon as he'd watched David & David Have Problems all the way through while lying on a couch in a disused office.

Hey, it made him laugh.

[OOC: For one.]

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"Thanks," Tyler said, in a way that was meant to be lazy but was undercut by his gasp.

His hands kept creeping down and around on Tony's back, massaging his ass.

Gasping was exactly what the touching was aiming for. Tony shifted on the narrow couch, finding a spot straddling one of Tyler's thigh and rocking forward slightly.

"Is everyone gone for the evening?"

Words, right. "Yeah. They -- they let me lock up."

Tyler smirked. "I think the chick who's supposed to work the counter had a date."

"That so?" Tony smirked as he moved up for another kiss. "I never would have taken you for the sex in public type before."

Of course there was that thing in the mirrored room. But threesomes did that to people.

Really.

"Not really in public," Tyler tried to convince himself, and he smiled into the kiss. "Are you going to make me stop?"

"Tyler," Tony replied, oh so seriously as he started on the fastenings of Tyler's pants. "I am the type."

"Never noticed," Tyler said, and he was squirming to help Tony with those pants.

And then there was more kissing to do.

The squirming only helped to make Tony pause and grip the couch for balance as he rocked his hips back against him. "Really, frottage is very high school."

"You did call me a teenage girl," Tyler felt obligated to remind him around the rocking.

Then: "Got a better idea?"

"I'm sure we could think of something," Tony assured him, taking his hand off the couch to rub Tyler firmly through the fabric of his pants.

"Pants off?" Tyler requested, as he bit down on Tony'sd neck to suggest he was serious.

"Pants off," Tony confirmed, scooting back in order to separate himself from Tyler so this was possible without falling over and knocking himself out on the corner of a table.

... yes, it wouldn't be such the romantic liasion if either of them had to be rushed to the clinic. Ahem.

Tyler kicked his shoes away and shimmied out of his pants. His hand went down to cover himself idly as he watched Tony. "Much less high school."

Tony unfastened his pants, pushing them down and stepping on out of the pile on the floor now. "I don't know. You went to school here, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but only girl I dated was totally insane," Tyler reminisced. "We just made out and argued. Definitely didn't get anyone like you then."

In ... several ways.

Shrugging his shirt off as well, Tony smirked. Let it never be said that he didn't enjoy the occasional stroke of his ego.

"I was almost ten years younger than people in highschool," He replied, pushing Tyler back down as he returned to the couch.

There might be a comment to be made here about other things that could be stroked, but ... no, that would be crude. "So, we make up for lost time?" Tyler tried, letting himself sink back as he grabbed Tony's shoulders.

"Should I ask if you like like me now?" Tony asked, grabbing hold of Tyler and doing something crude.

"Like you don't know that."

And Tyler was going to do something equally crude to undercut the fact he had just said something vaguely sentimental.

Tony went quiet, pressing a very faint smile against Tyler's neck. "We could try it in the back of a car then. I have a few just off island."

"You told me." Tyler was equally quiet as his fingers traced designs down Tony's back and along his ribs. "We could drive someplace. Florida. New York."

"Did you want to?" Tony asked, pausing for just a moment before his hand continued it's slow and lazy strokes one Tyler's dick.

"Right now" -- and there was a little breathless laugh in Tyler's voice -- "I'm pretty happy where I am."

He'd kiss Tony again to prove it.

Tony clearly meant later! Okay, not so clearly in retrospect. But he was a bit busy kissing Tyler back to bring up his corrections to that point.

"No Nazi bees, I promise."

"Promise?" Tyler asked between kisses. His hands were busy, and he was losing himself in this.

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