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Fortune Favours.... Part Two Posted March 21, 2019


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Something new for all you gorgeous people to read!  This one's shaping up to be pretty schmoopy, fyi.  It was spawned by a couple of really different songs getting thrown together while doing Cardio. I'm linking them and a visual aid for anyone who likes to see the inspiration side of things before they start reading.  Also, another thank you is owed to Dredlifter for helping me iron out some numbers. 

First Song - Falling Slowly

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQvwXbvs5GY

Second Song - Confident

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwLRQn61oUY

And the T-Shirt

https://www.teeturtle.com/products/gym-unicorn?variant=1540111073289

Enjoy.

 

FORTUNE FAVOURS...

 

Cas watched TJ warily in the gym mirror. The asshole behemoth had been eyeing him and Karen since they arrived. He had his usual band of cronies working out with him but today there was a new face added to the mix. TJ kept leaning down, way down to speak in his ear like he was giving some sort of direction. New Guy finally looked over and made eye contact in the mirror. Cas shivered and immediately dropped his gaze to the floor – the guy was fucking perfect! He snuck a look back up in the mirror to see New Guy nodding slowly to TJ before he started to swagger across the gym.

 

Incoming, Karen....”

 

She pushed her blue-black hair out of her eyes and glanced over her shoulder before pushing out a final rep on the leg press.

 

Well fuck. How did he even figure out what time we'd be here?”

 

Normally TJ followed a pretty strict schedule. With a little unofficial help from the staff, Cas and Karen had been able to schedule their own workouts for times when he wouldn't be there at all. Today TJ had thrown them for a loop – they came in well after he would have normally departed but he was still here with his counsel of sycophants scurrying about his massive frame.

 

Cas watched the twink's approach. Well, that probably wasn't fair – New Guy was pretty damn built, more like a twunk, maybe. Ash blonde hair was playfully mussed at the front, a tuft of it standing straight up. Grey eyes stared out below fuller brows that arched up to prevent him from having a permanent cro-magnan scowl. He was a little scruffy but Cas could still see the square definition of his jawline before it tapered to the chin. He had a slightly upturned nose that lent his symmetrical face the slightest hint of a feline quality. He was achingly handsome and Cas felt a tingle of desire twinge through his body. It was like TJ had gone out of his way to find someone who would be as attractive to Cas's tastes as possible. New Guy was almost to them.

 

"Fuck, he's seriously built...." Definitely thicker than a twunk. It was his height that made him seem smaller than he was. Cas estimated himself to have about a six-inch advantage. Karen was on her feet now, also appraising his approach.

 

Shit, Cas. This one's very easy on the eyes. And damn he fills out that racer tank in the best way. If he hasn't absorbed too much of TJ's douchebagliness, maybe he can be saved? How much do you want to bet that he mentions your shirt?” Karen looked over at Cas and grinned mischievously. The sight was decidedly unnerving. There was something about a woman who looked like she could bench press Buick smiling wickedly that could rattle anyone.

 

But you told me you love this shirt?” Cas started defensively.

 

That shirt is fucking amazing. Doesn't mean he isn't going to mention it. Five bucks?”

 

It's a lousy bet and we both know it. How 'bout we just give you the win and I'll bring you cookies next time I make some?”

 

"Done. Let me know if you need me?" And with that, she moved off to more leg work nearby, earphones off and listening.

 

I'm sure I'll be fi-”

 

Hey.”

 

Damn, Cas had turned to keep talking to Karen and lost track of how close New Guy was. Of course his voice would be misleadingly deep for his size. It was a low, rich tenor, just a smidgen above a bass. Cas felt his balls draw up tight in response to the vibration. His bottom lip hinged open and he stared slack-jawed at the person before him.

 

Karen was not wrong – his chest and back completely stretched out his tank top. Well developed delts and traps topped off the look with the barest tease of his serrati disappearing into the shirt down each side. The dense spread of blond hair across his pecs was trimmed but not shaved. Same thing under the arms, but, as Cas's gaze involuntarily lowered, not the legs. Interesting....

 

Uh, Hello?” New guy tried his greeting again, this time paired with a confident smirk in response to Cas's less-than-subtle ogling.

 

Sorry, sorry – Hi?” Cas couldn't stop himself from blushing scarlet.

 

I just came over here to say that I, um, really like your shirt...?” Karen snorted in the background.

 

That sounded like a question. You sure that's why you're over here?” Cas gave a pointed stare at TJ across the gym. New Guy turned his head to follow the look. TJ just stood there, watching patiently with a malicious stare – his blue eyes chips of ice from across the room. Cas shivered at the hate in the look. New Guy noticed the shiver as he turned back.

 

Just... just ignore him.”

 

It's... complicated.”

 

I'm sure it is. Any more complicated than why you decided to wear a shirt that has a buff, dead-lifting unicorn with a rainbow, mohawk mane to a gym in a small, conservative city?” New Guy took another step closer so they were barely 6 inches apart.

 

There is nothing wrong with my shirt. It's a dead-lifting unicorn, where the hell else am I supposed to wear it?” Cas hissed out through his teeth and tiptoed closer trying to intimidate New Guy. New Guy didn't rise to the bait. He just widened his stance, rolled his broad shoulders back distractingly and kept eye-contact with Cas.

 

I didn't say there was. It's ballsy. I like it.”

 

Oh... um...” Cas deflated immediately and shuffled backward. This was...unexpected.

 

Hey, you don't have to- Fuck this posturing bullshit. I'm Blake.” New guy held out his hand at what he hoped was a non-offensive distance. Cas reached out and shook it, grateful for the offer.

 

Cas.” For a shorter guy, Blake's hand dwarfed his in thickness. Sure, Cas's hand was a bit longer, but the strength in the breadth of Blake's palm could easily crush his if he wanted.

 

Blake eyed the guy shaking his hand quickly. He had looked so confident laughing and joking with that woman from across the gym. He was taller than he looked – lean and athletic upper torso tapering to a lean waist. Blake could see the obvious curve of his ass through the pants but couldn't tell much else about his legs. High cheekbones highlighted his oval-shaped face capped with playfully tousled toffee-brown hair. His eyes were a vibrant green set evenly beneath what had to be shaped brows. A narrow, refined nose split the face evenly with full lips below that would be perfect for giving... a lot. Blake turned away to surreptitiously adjust himself a bit as he halted his thoughts before he got fully hard in his workout shorts.

 

Just Cas? Or is it short for something else?”

 

You sure ask a lot of questions, Blake?”

 

How else am I supposed to get to know you?” Why was this guy so defensive?

 

What did TJ send you over here to do?”

 

Well...um....” Blake knew this was a bad idea. Why did he agree to this? Cas saw the look of confusion flit across Blake's face.

 

Caspian. Cas is short for Caspian.” The revelation emboldened Blake.

 

He wanted me to challenge you to some sort of lift competition? I just kinda smiled and nodded and hoped I'd be able to work out what he really wanted once I got over here and started talking to you. He gave me this free workout drink to do it. I'm supposed to get the other part to after I, um, blow you away and win. He's kind of a creepy asshole, actually. He kept going on about how he was finally going to be the one to teach you something? I figured I didn't have a lot to lose – I don't really know anyone at this gym yet. It's a great ice-breaker, in here anyway, showing off a bit without being an ass and maybe find a work out partner. Besides, it's not like you'd be able to lift as heavy as I can, right?” Blake finished with what he hoped was a cocky yet endearing grin.

 

I'm sorry, what was that last part?” Cas had a plan forming in his mind.

 

TJ kinda led me to believe you'd be, well, smaller than me.” Cas quirked an eyebrow at that. “And even though you're not exactly small, there's no way you could ever lift as much as these guns!” Blake brought his arms up and flexed, hard balls of muscle popping up and filling the space above his arms. They were impressive on his frame – probably 15 inches cold.

 

Did he say what you were supposed to win?”

 

Something about you wearing the little blue devil and proving it to me and to him at the gym. Does that make any sense to you?”

 

He told you to ask for that?! Are you sure?”

 

Pretty sure. He made me repeat it before I got this drink.” Blake started to lift it up to his mouth to take a swig but Cas reached out and touched his elbow lightly, leaning in to whisper.

 

Don't drink it, Blake. Keep raising it to your mouth and pretend to drink but whatever you do, don't actually put it in you. And don't let TJ know that you aren't slugging it back. TJ has a number of...questionable hobbies. One of them is amateur...biochemistry, you might say.” Cas stepped back and looked around for Karen. They were probably going to need help for what he had in mind.

 

"I'm sorry? Are you saying that this is some kind of...experiment for him?" Blake stared at the

unnaturally scarlet liquid in his shaker cup.

 

Do you really know TJ outside of the gym, Blake?”

 

Uh, no. And I only joined like a week-and-a-half ago. I was using the gym on the college campus before I started my practical placement. What's the deal with you two? You looked really on edge earlier when you first looked over at him and now you're acting weird again....”

 

I just need to find my friend, the woman I was with before. I'll be right back, okay?”

 

Uh yeah? I'll just wait here?”

 

Perfect.” Cas practically bolted toward the cardio machines. After legs, Karen usually cooled down on a treadmill. He found her on her favourite one and led her back to Blake, her eyes bright with anticipation.

 

Hey Kid, hear you're going to challenge Caspian to some lifts?” Karen smirked as she drawled out Cas's full name.

 

Um, that's right, Ma'am?” Karen raised an eyebrow at getting Ma'am-ed. “Er, Miss? Do you... prefer Ms. maybe?” Karen burst out laughing as Blake floundered.

 

What's the matter, Kid? Haven't you ever seen a woman who lifts?”

 

Er, nooo...” Blake raised his shaker cup and almost forgot to only pretend to take a drink.

 

It's Karen, Kid. And don't really drink that shit – it's toxic as hell if it's from TJ.” She took a swig of water.

 

"So here's the deal, Karen," Cas started. "TJ asked Blake here to challenge me, defeat me handily, and as his prize, I was to wear the little blue devil to the gym in order to prove it to Blake and TJ." Karen choked on her water.

 

He wants that?! Oh Kid, what the hell did you do to piss TJ off?”

 

My. Name. Isn't. Kid.... It's Blake. And what the hell is this blue devil thing? Why is it so important?” Cas leaned in conspiratorially and brought up a picture on his phone. Blake sputtered and his ears flushed bright pink. “He wants me to make you wear an ass plug?! Wait, does that thing actually fit in your ass?” Several people looked over at the trio strangely.

 

Say it a bit louder, Blake,” Caspian whispered. “I think there's a deaf woman in the tanning room who didn't hear you.” He stepped back and looked over Karen and Blake before continuing. “So, if you win, that's what you're going to get from me. I can guarantee TJ will bring his posse in on it and you probably won't be getting out of here without having your own forced blue devil experience.”

 

TJ is so sick. Sick and wrong. Why can't I just go over there and call him out? You know the management has just been looking for a reason....” Karen was livid.

 

Guys, I just met you. This is a little...heavy. Is he really going to get away with this?” Blake was looking green.

 

Hell no. You're not going to win.”

 

What!?”

 

You're not going to win....”

 

How the fuck are you going to do that!? I mean, you're in great shape and all, but I'm pretty sure the advantage is mine.” Blake puffed up. He wanted to help Cas out but he didn't want to be shown up in public by someone so...slim....

 

Kid – shit, sorry - Blake, you don't know what you're in for.” Karen caught on to where Cas was going with his plan after hearing Blake's self-aggrandizing.

 

Did TJ tell you what he wanted you to beat me at?” Cas grinned widely down at Blake.

 

He...no, he didn't....”

 

That just convinces me he wanted to get back at you for something. Here's the wager, if you win, TJ ravages our asses against our will. If I win, you have to attend a HIIT class with me tomorrow morning and let me take you to brunch. Deal?”

 

I'm sorry, are you saying that if I win we throw ourselves at TJ's mercy but if you win, I'm the one who gets free food?”

 

And you have to attend the class.”

 

Pffft, it's a fitness class. I'll be fine.”

 

Do we have a deal?”

 

Fine, whatever. We have a deal.”

 

Karen. You get to be our neutral witness. Not even TJ will argue with you.”

 

Oh Blake, you're in for a ride today.... You doing what I think you're doing, Cas?”

 

Yup. Blake, you're challenging me to standing calf raises. Working set of 8.”

 

What?!”

 

You look like you don't skip leg day so it shouldn't be a complete blow out for you.”

 

Calf raises?” Blake was still stupefied as Cas led him over to the machine.

 

C'mon Blake. You should warm up.” Cas started to adjust the pads for Blake's height and then stopped himself. That was going to involve way more physical contact than someone like Blake would probably want from him. “You should, um adjust the machine for yourself....”

 

Are we seriously doing standing calf-raises?! Who the fuck tests themselves with calf-raises?” A couple of machines over, one of TJ's lackeys overheard the comment and started snickering. Blake blushed deeply, a tight coil of anger gathered in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck them, let's do this. I hope you know what you're doing, Caspian.” He lowered the shoulder pads and popped the pin down to 250 lbs and blew through 8 quick reps.

 

"Nice, Blake! Did you even feel that? And starting at 250 will help make sure TJ gets the drawn-out show he thought he wanted. Just let me get the pads up." Cas slid into the machine and smoothly cranked out a warm-up set. Blake watched him lower the pin to 300. That wasn't too much below what Blake used as a working set. "All ready for you. Pin should be set too."

 

Blake stepped in and started to push up, but something felt off. The shoulder pads weren't sitting where they should. They were too high. He shot Cas a glare, who stood there making the least convincing innocent face in the history of pranks.

 

Nice, Caspian. 'Cause that hasn't been done to me since high school. How tall are you anyway – you've got to be at least 6 feet if you need to raise it that much more than my 5 feet, 6.5 inches." Blake lowered the pads a bit more. Cas looked from him to Karen, who looked back at Blake and slowly shook her head.

 

Blake, who told you that you're – aw Fuck - it was TJ wasn't it?” Cas was fuming – this was a new low.

 

Uh, yeah. Said his drink could make me at least an inch taller in a week, just like it bumped him up to 6 feet, 5 inches....”

 

I'm not 6 feet tall. I might squeak by at 5 feet, 11 inches. Karen's 5 feet, 4 inches and you don't have almost three inches on her....” Blake looked over at Karen. His eyes were above hers by about an inch, but if she was only 5' 4”.... He tried to stop the tears of anger from welling up in his eyes. Simultaneously, both Cas and Karen reached out to touch his shoulders but he shrugged them off and stepped into the machine.

 

I'm going to fucking kill him. He is such an asshole!” Karen started to march off but Cas grabbed her shoulder.

 

Just wait. He'll get his without you having to go murder anyone. Blake, you good?”

 

"Yup. Apparently, I'm still... 5 feet fucking 5 inches and...just fucking... fine...." He started slowly lifting himself up and down.

 

Hey, tell me about your favourite breakfast food? Pancakes? No – it has to be waffles. You totally look like you're into waffles.” Cas approached the machine taking care not to make physical contact with Blake. Blake finished his set without answering and just stared at the machine. “I bet someone as built as you are - like a stacked tank - can pack away tonnes of food, right?” When in doubt, appeal to the straight man's sense of masculinity. It managed to get a small smile out of Blake, but was he straight?

 

You have no idea, Cas. I'm going to cost you so much money with breakfast tomorrow. I'm going to eat so much – you're going to help me get even more massive.” Blake's small smile widened as he described the vast quantities of food he would consume. “You're up.”

 

You okay if I up the ante to speed this along? I think it may have been a bad idea to try and give TJ a show.”

 

Absolutely. He deserves nothing from us. I'm a little lost about why you decided to go along with this whole thing that he set up anyway. You clearly don't like him and I've put together that he probably doesn't like you so much either. Which is weird, because every time I met up with him, he was always talking about you.”

 

It's complicated.”

 

Yeah, you said that earlier....” Blake trailed off mid-sentence, obviously trying to cue Cas to jump in at any time.

 

"Have you ever had someone do things to you over and over and over that you couldn't stop because they were just too strong, too big, too powerful, too whatever for you to deal with? And eventually, you resign yourself to just go along with certain things to avoid making it worse on yourself? To avoid the struggle, because the struggle always ends up with you losing and making things worse for yourself?”

 

I can't say that I've ever really experienced it....” Blake started to look distinctly uncomfortable with where Cas might be going.

 

But you can follow the train of thought?”

 

A bit, I guess. Kinda sounds a little... rough, actually.”

 

Yeah...you could say that....I-” Cas stopped himself and sighed. This wasn't the time or place; he could not have this conversation here.

...Cas...?” Karen's hand reached out and made the faintest contact with his elbow.

 

Blake watched them look at each other silently. Without exchanging a single word, he saw the tension bleed out of Caspian with that single, gossamer touch from his friend. Hearing Cas speak, seeing him fight to get the words out.... Blake wasn't stupid. He knew where the train of thought led. It woke something inside him, not quite a righteous anger, but a desire to make things different, to show Cas that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for.

 

Let's just say it's like that, okay? I don't want to give TJ any reason to do anything and so I'm going along with this little charade of his. Besides, if I hadn't, you and I might not have really met, right?” Cas tried to lighten the mood. This was way too serious.

 

Well if you put it that way, I am pretty amazing....” Blake couldn't resist bringing his arms up behind his head and flexing them while he flared out his shoulders and upper back. The look of raw, naked awe and desire Cas gave him fuelled whatever was awakening within him. He wanted so much more of that look. He wanted so much more than five paltry minutes of feigned intimacy with this person. Caspian discerned a change in Blake's expression, a glint of something he couldn't identify. Shaking off his own emotions he broke the gaze and looked back at the machine.

 

"Brilliant then. Let's finish this." Cas lowered the pin to 350 and adjusted the pads, taking special care to actually mark what height Blake needed. He cranked out the set without breaking a sweat. Blake gaped at how easy Cas did the warm-up set.

 

You're still warming up at 350?” It was Cas's turn to blush a bit as he lowered the pads.

 

....yeah.... Um, maybe you should just go for your max...?”

 

Blake gulped and stepped into the machine. He liked leg day... mostly. He didn't skip it at least. How could this ...twig, well relative to him anyway, outperform him on any lift? He dropped the pin to 400 and took a deep breath. It was one plate more than he had worked with last week – he could do this! He made it to three before he started to struggle. Four and five burned but were workable. Six... six was rough. Seven...he felt the weight move up the slightest bit before he had to lower it.

 

Nice job, Ki-Blake. I'll give you your seven.” Karen clapped him on the back. She was being generous and he knew it.

 

Fuck. TJ's starting to make his way over. I'll try to make this quick, but it might get ugly, Blake.” Cas raised the pads and did four quick lifts and then stopped and lowered the pin to 500 even. Blake's jaw fell open as he watched Cas work through his complete set. At least this time it looked like he had to work for it a little.

 

Can he actually max the machine?” Blake's gaze didn't leave Cas's curvaceous ass methodically rising up and down in steady, controlled motion.

 

Probably.” Karen crossed her arms and widened her stance in preparation for TJ's arrival with his henchmen.

 

He's stopping at 500 so I can save some face, isn't he?”

 

Yuuup. Cas is usually a pretty good kid.”

 

Finally, he gets Kidded.” Karen snorted.

 

Kid, everyone's 'kid' to me. Except TJ and his crew – they're just assholes.”

 

Is he... How...old-” Blake leaned in close to ask but Karen saved him from having to say it.

 

25. But you didn't hear it from me.” She spoke low enough for only Blake to hear before calling out as Cas finished his set, “And that's a set of 8 at 500 for Caspian. You want to try it, Blake?”

 

Hell no. I, uh, have to survive a HIIT class tomorrow now and find something clean to wear for breakfast....”

 

Cas stepped out of the machine just as TJ finished his lumbering approach. Blake watched Cas's body tense. He raised himself up onto the balls of his feet as if he were expecting to run or kick. He clenched his hands tight but not into fists. Blake could see Cas's fingernails digging into his palms. Was he seriously going to make himself bleed? Could he be that angry? And then Cas shot a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Blake and Karen were with him. His eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated in preparation of a flight response. Despite his anxiety, he still managed to turn back to the object of his terror and stand his ground as TJ sneered down at him. Blake cursed under his breath and started toward Caspian. Karen quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him from rushing in before Cas had a chance to stand up for himself.

 

Queer.” The voice sounded reedy, petulant. A sharp contrast to the hulking exterior. Dark hair and a solid brow line scowled over emotionless blue eyes. A grim slash of a mouth barely opened when he talked. He could someday, possibly even be handsome if he bothered taking care of himself or took the time to smile occasionally.

 

TJ.” Cas returned icily. “Anything I can help you with?”

 

Just coming over to see how your little competition went. Calf-raises huh? Can't say I'm really surprised that someone as pitiful as you would pick something like that, Cassie.” He rested a hand on the machine and leaned down into Cas, trying his best to force him into giving ground.

 

Blake was having none of it. He broke from Karen and deftly interposed himself between Cas and TJ's looming form. Sure, Cas was tall enough that TJ still had a clear shot at his face, but if he tried it, he'd have to leave his abdomen open to whatever Blake wanted to dish out. Blake shoved his shaker cup up at TJ's chest. Hard. The unexpected movement caught TJ off guard and he stumbled back a step. Blake felt Cas slowly let out the breath he had been holding.

 

It went pretty well, all things considered, big fella.” Blake kept his voice steady, neutral. “I did get my ass handed to me though, so there won't be any blue devil in your immediate future. I guess you'll have to have one of your 'friends' help you out with that instead.”

 

TJ's eyes narrowed.

 

"Oh, and I won't need that drink you offered me after all. Looks like I didn't have the stomach for the first bit. How about you keep my shaker cup, eh? It's the least I could do for all the assistance you gave me showing me around this week and helping me figure out who to avoid.”

 

Careful, shortstack. Pretty sure you're making a mistake right now.”

 

Nah. No mistake. But thanks. So Much. For coming over. To say goodbye.” Blake laid it on thick at the end.

 

A moment of tense silence settled between them before TJ finally spoke.

 

That's... cool.... We were just about to head out anyway. Take care, ladies.” His inflection ensured not a single person felt anything was 'cool.'

 

TJ pushed against Blake as he made his way past the trio and toward the door. The couple of hangers-on scampered after him looking more like animated caricatures than actual people. Just as he reached the corner Cas called out.

 

Blake was telling me about your problem with accurately measuring your height, TJ. If you ever need someone to help you buy shoes with even thicker soles than those ones so you can actually hit 6'4,” give me a call. I'd love to help you deal with your insecurity.”

 

TJ stopped for a moment but didn't turn around. His two underlings failed to notice and collided with his broad back. Muttering apologies to TJ, they all awkwardly started toward the exit again.

 

"Well, you two little shits were in fine form. Did you feed each other fistfuls of sass pills while you were flirting earlier?" Karen barely managed to keep a straight face. Blake shook himself out while Cas tried to control his breathing.

 

"Thanks, guys. And Blake, you didn't have to do that, stepping in front of me. It was a stupidly brave, kind gesture and really appreciated but you could have gotten yourself killed or worse what if he had actu-"

 

Hey.” Blake raised a hand up to Cas's shoulder to snap him out of his rant. “If I didn't want to be there, I wouldn't have put myself there. I'll do it any time and every time....” He looked as if he was going to say something else but instead suddenly blurted,” I, um, have to get out of here. Now. To go do some laundry so I have something that doesn't make me look like a hobo for tomorrow. What time's the class?”

 

"7:30 am. Lasts about 45 minutes. Don't wear loose boxers. See you then?"

 

Without a doubt.” Blake gave them one final bi flex before making his way toward the men's locker room with an overhead wave. Karen and Cas watched him leave in silence.

 

You manage to figure out if he likes you yet?” Karen crossed her arms again.

 

I had, like, five minutes. Five. What do think I said, Nice shoes, wanna fuck?”

 

From you? Yeah.”

 

Oh my god. I hate you so much right now.”

 

Nah you don't. He know you're teaching the class tomorrow?”

 

Not a chance.”

 

Smooth. Sure that'll be fun. Maybe I'll show up to see his face.”

 

No you won't – you won't even be out of bed until after 9:00 am.”

 

Nooope.” Karen grinned and then looked at Cas expectantly. “Well?”

 

"Well, what?" All Cas could think about was how the hell he was going to patch together a workout when all he could think about was Blake's smile and his biceps and the perfect pattern of shorn hair on his mammoth chest....

 

Aren't you going to follow him?”

 

Like, right now?”

 

Yes, now! Go.”

 

With a playful shove from Karen, Cas tried to keep from tripping over his own feet as he hurried toward the locker room.

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what a great first chapter.

I can see there so much backstory betweemn TJ and Cas. 

Also Cas is stronger than he lets on, something is definetely up.

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I am very intrigued to see where this goes.  There is a wonderful back story here.  And it feels like Blake is going to go on one hell of an adventure

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Great start - the friendly dynamic between Karen and Cass is well-portrayed and I’m looking forward to seeing what develops between Cas and Blake.

The question of TJ and Cas’ relationship will clearly form a focus of the story - what are TJ’s motivations, I wonder? I hope there’s more to it than him simply being a complete bully.

My one (light) critique would be that it’s not always clear when perspective has shifted between Cas and Blake. Could maybe be a bit more clearly delineated?

Looking forward to Pt 2!

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8 hours ago, MrAlice said:

So wait, how did Blake not know how tall he was?

He knew how tall he was supposed to be - 5'5".  He was far too trusting of TJ telling him he was 5' 6.5"

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A rich backstory exists between TJ and Cas - I have no inkling as to what it is yet though. I have a feeling it will be revealed slowly.  Interesting about TJ being a bit of a biochemist, so I'm sure that plays in somewhere.  There is a perfect mix of tension between TJ and the others and the warm budding romance between Cas and Blake that makes the storyline move well.  Can't wait for more.  "Give us more!" I chant out loud as I write this.  

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Fortune Favours... Part 2

 

Cas rounded the corner of the locker room to see Blake resting his head on a raised forearm against his open locker muttering to himself. His shoes were off, tossed to the side of an open gym bag whose contents had been rifled through carelessly.

 

shit....Hi, I'm Blake. Look at my arms....just had to go there, didn't you... Look I'm not a midget, I swear.... stupid height, stupid bet-you-can't-outlift-Me... probably thinks I'm like his little bratty brother or something....didn't even get-”

 

"Get my number?" Cas asked in a small, quiet voice from the entryway to the otherwise empty locker-room. Blake's head whipped up and he winced as he smacked his elbow on the edge of the locker.

 

"Sorry, I, uh, didn't notice you there...." Blake started haphazardly shoving things back into his gym bag, refusing to make eye contact.

 

S'Okay. I, um, just got here.” Cas lied, desperate to put Blake at ease after the mental self-flagellation he just witnessed. He padded over to the locker beside Blake's and started spinning his lock.

 

Seriously? The one right beside me?” Blake finally looked up. His cheeks were flush with emotion.

 

It's some kind of cosmic law.” Cas wasn't sure where to go from there. “So...about that number thing...?”

 

It's probably a good idea, right? And totally normal.... I mean, anything could happen between now and tomorrow morning, so it's better to be prepared....” Blake fished out his phone and held it in front of him like a protective talisman.

 

Caspian watched Blake intently while he dug his own phone out of his pocket, watching for some break in whatever mood had taken hold of him. What had happened to the confidence bordering on cavalier arrogance that Blake had displayed out on the floor? Weren't they passed this ice-breaking phase, especially after how they responded to TJ together? An outrageous idea came to him – if he had interpreted things the wrong way, this could go very poorly for him. But really, what did Cas have to lose at this point? He nudged his phone against Blake's to get his attention and rolled the proverbial dice.

 

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?”

 

The loud guffaws of laughter that spilled out of Blake shattered the heavy mood and made the risk absolutely worth it as the two of them exchanged numbers.

 

How do you do that, Cas? Make me – never-mind.... How has that song managed to stay so damn appropriate?”

 

"Because we all still feel like small, insignificant chipmunks terrified to reveal who we are because of a species-wide fear of rejection and abandonment?"

 

Fuck, Cas. Are you always like this?” Blake looked dumbstruck by what Cas had just uttered.

 

Like what?”

 

So glib and unfazed. Confident, even.”

 

I'm... terrified right now, Blake....”

 

Bullshit.”

 

Seriously. Here. Check for yourself.”

 

Cas held up his wrist for Blake to feel. Blake hesitated but then gripped the proffered limb carefully. It was slimmer than his own. He could feel the tendons and small, delicate bones under the skin. Beneath them, fluttering wildly, Blake could feel Cas's pulse racing rapidly. He looked down at the slender hand held in his broader palm, still not connecting the naked, vulnerable feeling of fear in his hand with the calm exterior Caspian projected to the world.

 

I can't believe – Wait – why are you afraid?”

 

Cas took a deep breath and started speaking. Once he started, he couldn't stop the thoughts from coming forth.

 

You see, there's this guy I met. Kinda cute. Well, actually, he's fucking gorgeous. I met him today and despite some sort of desire for connection, I don't know much about him. All I know is that my vindictive, abusive ex sent him to work me over and possibly deliver me to him in an alleyway. But, instead of that, it turns out that this guy wasn't willing to go along with the plan at all. In fact, under this kind of arrogant exterior, he also has this pretty strong notion of when someone's being an asshole. What's more, he has this idealistic, potent, protective streak that prompts him to place himself in potential jeopardy even for a person he doesn't really know.

 

But outside of those five minutes, I don't know anything else. And then I see him brutally chastizing himself but I can't figure out exactly why. Is it because I rubbed him the wrong way? Was I too... 'out' for him? Did he mean to do something but didn't? Why does he hate himself this way? I don't even know if he's interested in me or if he wants something else from me entirely. What do I do if he just wants to use me for something? I'm so damn tired of being afraid, of watching over my shoulder, of cautiously holding everyone at arm's length. And tired of being lonely because of that fear. I'm only 25, shouldn't this be when I'm having tonnes of sex to figure out what I actually want from an adult partner?

 

And then I'm suddenly quoting song lyrics at him, because I can't stand to see anyone beat themselves up like that, no matter what the reason. No one should have that kind of channel to cause themselves instant pain. I guess maybe we all kind of do it to ourselves, but shouldn't we have an off switch? He doesn't seem to have one and so I decide to risk it and try to pull him out of whatever he's doing to himself. Who knows, maybe by helping him I'll be able to help myself too, right? Or maybe he'll be able to help me back somehow? The lyric thing is a gamble – it might cause him to get really, really angry at me. Even though he's shorter than me, I'm pretty sure he can totally kick my ass. If I get lucky, I might get out of the locker-room before he can break my face or an arm.

 

So now he's holding my arm in a meaty, bear-paw of a hand and looking at me like I just sprouted a second head. I think the look is really because I'm trusting him so blindly and just pouring out my thoughts and fears to him, an absolute stranger. I'm kind of smitten at this point so I don't know that I could deny him anything. And the weighty feel of his hand enclosing my wrist, and the sight of his unbelievably broad shoulders, and his perfect-fucking face are all conspiring overtime to make me hard as a fucking rock. But I can't allow that to happen, because obviously getting hard is exactly the kind of thing that gets a fist in your face from the assumed mostly straight or closeted guy, especially in gym locker-rooms.”

 

There was a stunned silence.

 

Jesus Christ.” Blake finally said something. He still hadn't let go of Caspian's wrist.

 

I don't think he's here right now....”

 

....Um....”

 

Say something, please, Blake?”

 

....”

 

Could I have my hand back, then?”

 

Oh yeah, sorry. I just...” Blake finally let Cas's hand drop.

 

You just what? I'm a little relieved you didn't swing a punch but I'm feeling a little exposed here.” Cas turned back to his locker and fiddled with the contents.

 

Full disclosure?” Blake made a decision and found his voice at last.

 

If you can, but I'll settle for any disclosure at this point." Cas started taking off his own shoes to distract himself from his growing regret and a lingering pit of fear.

 

Blake started speaking, his words causing Cas to slow what he was doing to give his undivided attention.

 

"What if I admitted that I've watched you every time we happened to be in the gym at the same time? I bet you didn't even notice, right? Truth is, I've been coming here for almost a month, not a week-and-a-half: stealing glances, marking your presence, always trying to show off, stand a tad taller, lift just a little bit more, if I thought there was even the slightest chance you might look over and see me.

 

You always looked so focused though, a bit like you were trying to avoid interacting with anyone. You looked... lonesome? It's not like coming to the gym is a team sport or anything, but you seemed extra distant. But then, I happened to be here on a day you were working with Karen. You were a completely different person – vibrant, laughing, actually enjoying what you were doing instead of fighting through your sets like you had bad cramps or something. All I could think about for a couple of days after was that I could be that person, I could make you smile like that too."

 

Blake pulled off his socks but didn't stop talking.

 

That's when I clued in that you did occasionally chat with some of the regular guys, the really big ones. The six feet plus ones, which I'm... clearly not. I'm broader than some of them, maybe, to scale, but I felt I wasn't big enough to get on your radar. I couldn't get that out of my head, even when I could plainly overhear that the reason you felt okay talking to them was that you had known them for years. I started comparing myself with the other members after that and realized I was... I am... shorter than all of the guys here. I'm 21 so it's not a new thing for me, being the vertically challenged guy. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to worry about it, that the thinly veiled looks of disappointment people give me when we first meet don't get to me. But you... you didn't give me that. You looked more than a little overwhelmed rather than underwhelmed when I first came over."

 

Blake's tank top was next. He had to struggle to stretch it out and up over his shoulders, fully revealing the trim waist below the wide flare of his chest and back. Cas forced himself to look away and focus on counting down from 100 to keep himself from springing up erect.

 

"In hindsight, I'm pretty sure TJ was watching me, watching you before he invited me to workout with them last week. He started telling me that he could make me taller and that he could arrange things so you'd have to notice me. Like a fucking moron, I believed it, ate it up, didn't bother to check things out for myself until today. Like a workout supplement could ever make me taller! When he sent me over to you today... it was like a dream come true.

 

It's not like he could convince me to approach and meet you if it wasn't already something I, apparently so openly, longed for. You've met the guy – he's not exactly a master manipulator. But he does know how to take advantage of insecurity. I'm sorry I was such an easy target and that you got to be his target through me.”

 

Blake slid down his shorts and boxer-briefs at once and stepped out of them. His package flopped out, smacking against his thigh heavily.

 

I'm not sorry that I finally got over my self-doubt to meet you. I'm not sorry that it gave me a chance to show you that I do have an admittedly, somewhat idealistic protective streak or that I got the chance to defend you at least a little bit from that jerk. I'm definitely not sorry that you've been struck smitten or that all I've been able to feel today is a tightening grip of emotion in my chest that makes my dick twitch each time I look at you. In short, this not-so-straight or closeted guy is thankful”

 

He turned to face Caspian who marvelled, wide-eyed at the size of the member displayed before him. Confidence back in full swing, Blake felt a smirk creep a corner of his mouth up.

 

Fuck! That's your dick?!? And you're soft?!” Cas tried to keep it a whisper but he was just too shocked by the sight of the meat before him. He was incredibly lucky they were still the only two people in the locker-room. It had to be as long as his own erect dick could get with a significant width advantage.

 

Well, maybe not completely soft after hearing that. Definitely not sorry I got that reaction out of you.” Blake teased as he deliberately wrapped his towel around his waist at an agonizing pace. It did nothing to hide the obscene mound of bulge he possessed.

 

You have to know that you're packing... a lot...right?” Cas felt his cheeks heating up with embarrassment as he looked down at his own average member, still covered by his briefs. Blake followed his gaze down and took a step closer so they were both looking down at Caspian's junk.

 

"Hey, you fill those out just fine. More than fine – I can clearly see the cute outline of your cut cock pushing against that adorable bubble-gum pink fabric. And the rainbow waistband sits just right to highlight the insane amount of oblique work you've done to make your Adonis belt as lean as possible. I'm struggling not to get hard here while I'm looking at you." Blake spoke softly, reassuringly, taking another step closer so he could hook an arm around Cas, resting his hand possessively on a hip. A faint gasp slipped through Cas's lips at the torrid, intimate touch. "I'm going to go into the steam-room. You're going to join me, right?" The self-assurance Blake said it with suggested refusal wouldn't be an option. With a squeeze and a gentle tug at Cas's waist, he sauntered off.

 

Cas was at a loss. This didn't happen to people. At least not outside of porn. He was feeling far too much, far too fast. This was insane. Blake's reciprocation of the same intensity of emotions was uncanny. Why did Blake get to him so much? What was it about him that made him Cas's personal incarnation of kryptonite? And how the hell was Cas supposed to interpret his... added dominance in the dick department? Why did he feel both demeaned and aroused by some of Blake's last comments? His locker remained silent.

 

The sound of other voices coming to the locker-room brought Caspian back to reality. He shucked his briefs and walked toward the steam-room uncertainly, towel in hand. He stopped at the door, listening for the sound of conversation from inside. Hearing nothing, he swung the door partway open and tentatively stepped inside.

 

Cas let out a small yelp as two hands gripped him by the arms and dragged him the rest of the way into the dark room and pushed him back slowly toward a bench. Blake grinned up at him, clearly amused by catching him off guard.

 

You had me concerned for a moment. I wasn't sure you were going to make it in here after me.” Blake kept his voice low, trying to avoid anyone outside overhearing.

 

What are you doing?” Cas gave the room a quick scan as he was backed up to confirm they were alone. Blake let go of his arms when Cas felt the wooden bench brush against the backs of his legs. Pressing tightly against him, Blake leaned up on the balls of his feet as he cradled the back of Cas's head with a free hand and tilted it down.

 

Their first kiss was a gentle brush of lips: an exploratory, chaste contact of skin on skin with half-closed, fluttering eyes in the insulating dimness. The outside world fell away, there was only Blake and Caspian delving into the first sweet taste of their nascent affection.

 

They broke the kiss with a mutual sigh.

 

Taking advantage of an unexpected opportunity, Caspian.” Blake grinned against Cas's mouth and playfully nipped his bottom lip.

 

You know this is a public steam-room, right? Any minute now someone else is going to come in here.” Cas couldn't help but break into a grin with Blake even as he tried to urge caution.

 

But until that happens, there's just us, just now, just this....”

 

Blake raised his hands again and positioned them atop Cas's shoulders. Cas thought he was going to pull him in for another kiss before they were interrupted, but instead, he started to feel downward pressure from Blake's heavy hands. Instinctively, Cas tightened his legs to remain standing. Blake's eyes took on an impish glint as he felt Cas stiffen against the pressure. He moved forward just a bit more, pressing his broad chest against Cas and forcing the taller man to lean backward over the bench. When the inevitable happened and Cas started to fall backward onto the bench, Blake caught him under the arms and gently lowered him the last few inches. Cas was rock hard between them before his ass met the bench.

 

Show off, much?” Cas tried to keep the arousal out of his voice.

 

Maybe I like showing off for you.” Blake spread Cas's legs to let himself step in closer and stand over him. He crossed his arms and looked down, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Yeah... I could definitely get used to this kind of a view.” Blake junior started swelling up beneath the towel.

 

What view is that, Blake?” Cas reluctantly raised his gaze from the magnificence of Blake's chest to make eye contact. Cas's breath caught in his throat at the naked, unmasked lust he saw in Blake's half-smile.

 

The view of you having to look up at me. So fucking hot, Cas.” Blake uncrossed his arms and leaned over Cas, bracing himself on the upper bench as he did so. His smile grew when Cas's eyes widened at being surrounded by the heavily muscled arms.

 

So, um, you like being the bigger man?” Cas was having difficulty catching his breath.

 

I think we both know I'm already the bigger man. I also happen to like the view of being the taller man too.”

 

Oh yeah?” Cas arched up toward Blake and lifted a hand to idly play with one of his nipples.

 

Fuck yeah.” Blake leaned down further to nuzzle into Cas's neck. Their torsos rubbed against each other, slick with perspiration.

 

Guess...it's...a good thing...I could totally...get into that...then.” Cas managed to pant out as he guided Blake's mouth up to his.

 

Their second kiss was a raucous battle of tongues. They explored each other's mouths, probing, tangling with each other as they pushed deeper. The submission Blake assumed he had won from Cas evaporated as they kissed. Cas's tongue was longer than Blake anticipated, his mouth opened wider, his appetite to tease and taste Blake more voracious. Cas gripped one side of Blake's ass while his other hand explored the thick, hard cords of muscle along his upper back. In retaliation, Blake stopped supporting as much of his own weight, forcing Cas to lean back until his upper back and shoulders were pinned against the upper bench. Blake chuffed a husky laugh and ended their kiss as Cas struggled to gain some leverage.

 

Having some difficulty sitting up, Cas?”

 

You are so not fighting fair.” Cas continued squirming in vain.

 

I'm actually impressed you're still making this much of an effort. Trust me on this one, Cas. Now that I have you pinned, you're not going to get me off you.”

 

You think so, Blake? So I should just give up then?”

 

I didn't say that. Feeling you wriggle around to fight your way free is hot as hell.”

 

Fuck! Why are you so strong...? Fuck!” Blake couldn't keep himself from laughing at Cas's exasperation. In response, Cas stopped trying brute strength and started probing Blake's sides lightly, looking for a different weakness to exploit.

 

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not ticklish.” Blake couldn't stop grinning at Cas's futile search.

 

Fuck. I'd be pissed it the weight of you wasn't turning me on so fucking much!” Cas gave up wrangling for his freedom and elected to slide a hand into the front of Blake's towel and tug playfully on the spread of hair that coated his lower abdomen. Blake bucked against him in response.

 

Hnnnng!” Blake's voice caught in the back of his throat when Cas yanked a little bit harder. “Fine – you win!” He eased up the force he was applying and reached down a hand to adjust his rigid dick below his towel.

 

"Amazing how you didn't tear a hole through your towel. That's a real-life skill right there, not destroying cloth with your rock-hard, massive tool." Cas taunted.

 

Careful, or I'll destroy you with it....” Blake growled as he eyed Cas's naked form up and down, trying to decide something.

 

Stop thinking so loud, Blake. It's a public steam-room and we've been really lucky that no one's barged in here yet. Just kiss me one more time so we can get out of here?”

 

You're okay though, right? I didn't read anything wrong?” Blake's quick shift to concern was audible.

 

You were perfect, are perfect, Blake. You picked up on things I didn't even think I was advertising....” Cas trailed off into thought.

 

Yeah?”

 

Yeah. Definitely.”

 

And you don't mind that I'm...well...kinda short?”

 

Have you been paying attention, Blake? It's like you were designed specifically just for me and my loopy personality. Stop thinking about yourself as so much less just because you're not super tall. Like you so humbly put it earlier: we both know you're the bigger man.”

 

Say it again?” Blake implored as he leaned in slowly this time and braced himself above Cas's prone form. Cas raised a hand to stroke one of the biceps caging him while his other hand rested on the thick side of Blake's ribcage.

 

Good grief, “ Cas rolled his eyes at the request. Blake leaned in a bit more and nibbled one of Cas's earlobes in response. “Mmmm - fine. You're not just the bigger man, Blake. You're the biggest man.”

 

Blake started to move himself up to kiss Cas one last time but his body suddenly shifted of its own volition. The balance he had maintained failed and the upper bench loomed toward his face. His body tilted forward, unexpectedly pushing up against Cas, tighter than expected. His knees scraped the lower bench he was already standing against. His feet slid themselves backward without any conscious movement. Cas immediately wrapped his arms firmly around Blake's lower chest, trying to prevent him from falling. He barely managed to use himself as a counterweight to stabilize Blake's surprising mass. He could swear the torso he gripped swelled thicker as Blake almost lost his balance. The space against Blake's chest and between his arms where Cas was felt distinctly...smaller than it had a moment ago. Blake's towel finally slipped free and fell to the floor.

 

Shit.” Blake stood up immediately, hauling Caspian to his feet with him. “Are you alright? I didn't mean to- I don't know what just happened!”

 

I'm okay. You?” Cas steadied himself and looked Blake over. “Apart from a skinned knee, you look... alright... I think....” Something was different.

 

I think?” Blake crouched down to retrieve his towel before wrapping it around himself again.

 

Let's just take it as a sign to get out of here?” Cas started toward the door as he spoke.

 

Yeah....” Blake followed, trying not to be disappointed that they didn't get a final kiss.

 

Showering and trying to get dressed in the locker-room was more awkward than expected. The bubble of privacy they had enjoyed burst upon leaving the steam-room. Other guys milled about in various states of undress, carrying on their own conversations, oblivious to the monumental efforts of Blake and Cas to remain focused on not eye-fucking or man-handling each other while in public. Cas was ready to leave far sooner than Blake.

 

Tomorrow?” Cas asked bluntly, suddenly unsure of what to say or do now that he was dressed in the busy room.

 

Tomorrow.” Blake's reply was equally brief, but he managed to smile at the other man.

 

Cas nodded and departed. A moment later a message came in on Blake's phone.

 

     Cas: Sorry for the awkward. If it's not too much, are you up for hanging out after brunch too?

 

Blake hurriedly shoved his legs into his pants. The thought of 'hanging out' with Cas tomorrow threatened to rocket him back to fully hard and he needed to avoid that while at the gym. He started to zip up, but his pants didn't fit like they were supposed to. They were riding a little too high at the ankle and mashing his impressive package uncomfortably. He adjusted himself a couple of times without success and gave up. It was a short drive home. He could suffer through whatever was wrong until then. Grabbing his phone, he started texting back, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he walked out of the gym.

 

     Blake: I could do that. Couldn't stop thinking about me hanging out for you, huh?

 

     Cas: Ha! But seriously, support that equipment ? of yours tomorrow morning. Can't have you damaging the goods.

 

     Blake: ?

 

Blake's grin didn't fade despite feeling cramped the entire drive home. He couldn't help but gently fondle his balls in relief after he stripped down to a pair of old, loose shorts and started sorting through his clothes. Trouble was, given what he wanted after the day's events, he couldn't decide what to wear....

 

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Loving where this is going, buddy!  keep it up!!

Blake is HOT. I love his attitude.  Being a smaller guy yet being so alpha.  And he loves his muscles, his body, his cock.  And I have a feeling he'll start to love them even more!

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