Working Out Issues Ch. 12

"Oh my god, Adam," I panted, "We're gonna go on so many dates. I'm gonna take you to movies, and we can dress up and go to fancy restaurants, and, oh my god, I wanna throw a dinner party with you and invite all our friends—"

"God, I wanna fuck you right now," Adam growled.

I gasped and clenched my thighs down on his cock, "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, "I mean... I don't know if you can..."

"No, I can!" I said quickly, "I'm really clean, and I haven't eaten anything all day, and I have lube in my dresser, and—"

"Okay," said Adam, and he craned his neck forward and kissed me on the cheek. I leaned back so that our lips could meet, and we kissed, deeply, passionately, before I wiggled out of his grasp and almost ran to the dresser. I had lube, which I had used by myself, and an unopened box of condoms, which would probably be too small for him anyway. Besides, no judgment or anything, but it wasn't like he had been sleeping around. Not that I had either. I got kind of a thrill realizing that, without planning to, I had kind of been saving myself for him. I giggled to myself. Better not say that out loud. Adam would probably nut right then.

I skipped back to the bed and stopped nervously, "Um... so do you want to do it from behind, or...? So you can, like, see my ass?"

"It's a strong ass," Adam grinned, "But maybe... do you want to try being on top?"

I winced, "Are you sure? I don't want to squish you..."

"Mel," Adam smirked, "This is why I work out."

I laughed and kissed him, and then he slid over on the bed and I cautiously straddled his waist. I took a deep breath. Now that this was happening, I felt a little scared. What if he didn't like it? What if I hurt him? Oh my god, this was his first time having sex in three years! How could I possibly live up to his expectations? But now I had gotten him all worked up, I couldn't just cocktease him and chicken out!

I tried to squeeze out some lube, but my hands were shaking. Adam noticed, and sat up. Despite everything, I couldn't help but note how strong his core must be.

He rubbed my arms soothingly, "Hey, it's okay. We don't have to—"

"No!" I blurted, "I really want to, I just... I really want this to be good for you."

Adam smiled, "It's okay. If it's not that great, we can just try again tomorrow. And then we can try again the day after. And the day after that..."

I giggled, and he gave me a little kiss on the nose.

"Okay," I said, "I think I can do that."

"Sick," he said.

I squeezed out some lube into my palm, and then carefully reached back and started massaging it into my sensitive little hole. I bit my lip in concentration as I slowly stretched myself out. Adam watched me lustfully the whole time, gently rubbing my shoulders to help keep me calm. When I felt like I was ready, I squeezed out a little more lube, and reached down behind me to rub it into his dick. I could feel it throbbing in my hand, as hard as steel and burning hot with desire. I put the tube of lube aside and made eye contact with Adam.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Mhm," I said, and slowly lowered myself down onto him.

At first it seemed like he wouldn't fit, like the head of his dick was just too big and thick. but I breathed out slowly and relaxed, and little by little, I felt myself sink down onto him. Adam gasped, and his hands dropped down to my hips, squeezing me tightly.

"That's it, dude," he said, and I could feel him slipping into personal trainer mode, "No rush. Take deep breaths."

I giggled and pushed down a little more. The full head of Adam's cock popped in through my tight ring and we both moaned.

"Yeah," Adam breathed, "That's it. You got this."

"I got this," I repeated breathlessly, and sank down the rest of the way, until my round, juicy ass was pressed against Adam's hips, and his cock was completely filling me up inside.

"Hoooly shit," Adam gasped.

"Mmm," I smirked, "One."

Adam blinked, "One?"

I put my hands on his shoulders, and raised myself up again, until his cock almost slipped out, then pressed myself back down firmly until I bottomed out again.

"Ohh!" Adam gasped.

"Two," I grinned.

Adam laughed breathlessly and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gave up on the counting, just lifting myself up and pressing back down onto his cock. It felt so good, so hot and hard and thick, stretching me out just enough to feel really, really satisfying. It was perfect, just like the rest of his body. I wondered if he had exercises for it.

"You're so beautiful," Adam gasped. His hands were both squeezing my ass hard, pulling me down further every time we bottomed out. I could feel his cock grinding against that special spot inside me and I moaned with pleasure. Adam noticed and responded right away, holding me in place so he could grind against it more. I felt a little twinge of guilt, like I was being selfish, but I could tell right now nothing would get him off faster than making me feel good. And, holy fuck, this felt so fucking good.

"Oh my god, Adam," I whined, "You're so good at this."

"I want to make you feel good," he grunted.

"I know," I gasped, "You're my sweet prince."

"Ahh," Adam gasped, "Yesss. You're my... my..."

I felt him tense up, and his eyes opened wide, panicked. He stopped pulling me down onto his dick, and I realized he must have gotten right to the edge. I smiled wickedly and started rocking my hips against him.

"Wait—"

I shook my head, "No way, I'm gonna make you cum so hard."

I could feel my own orgasm building as I bucked against him. He gasped and bit his lip. I started kissing the side of his neck and he groaned.

"I love you," I said.

"Ahh!" Adam gasped, and I felt his dick pulse inside me. I moaned and reached down for my own dick, and I had barely touched it before I started coming too, spurting my own little load against Adam's perfect abs. I felt a little bad, like I had just defaced a priceless work of art, but before I knew it Adam swept me up in his arms, and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, all tired and loose-lipped and sloppy. and he laid me down in the bed next to him and collapsed by my side. For a while we just laid there, panting and sweaty and exhausted, smiling breathlessly at each other.

When we had settled down a little, Adam reached out an arm, and I snuggled into him happily.

"That was a really good work out," I said.

"I do," I said.

"Bullshit!" shouted Dilruk, "I'm gonna ask again! Do you wanna get shredded?!"

"I do!" I yelled, and summoned the last of my strength to lift the barbell one last time.

"Hell yeah!" said Dilruk, and quickly helped secure the bar back in place. I laid back on the bench and tried to catch my breath. Fuck! That was intense!

It was so crazy to think that I used to be terrified of going to the gym. Then again, a lot had changed in the past couple of years. I had gone from being a lonely, insecure straight guy who had weird feelings about his roommate, to a friendly, happy bi girl who was totally in love with her amazing boyfriend. I mean, I still wasn't completely over my insecurity. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night with this sick sense of dread. Of course Adam didn't actually like me, he was just settling for me because he was too scared to go after someone he actually wanted, or he thought I was his only option, or I had just tricked him into thinking he was happy...

Those thoughts were still always there, deep in the back of my mind. But now I was getting better at dismissing them. Adam and I had been back together for almost two years, and he had proven over and over again that this wasn't just some mistake he kept on making. He loved me, and I loved him, and when I woke up with doubts, I just snuggled closer to him and pushed them aside.

And that had worked, until a few weeks ago. Recently, Adam had been acting really nervous and secretive about something, and whenever I asked him what was wrong, he just said everything was fine.

"That was sick, dude," said Dilruk, "Adam better watch out. You're gonna be kicking his ass soon."

"Ha," I panted, "Totally."

As I laid back, I took a look around the gym. Mirrors lined one wall of the gym. Upbeat techno music played over the speaker. The gym was full of people exercising, still mostly dudes, although there were a few more women these days. A couple months ago Adam had finally managed to get rid of the last boxes of merch he had been keeping in his room.

Weirdly enough, Adam himself wasn't at the gym today. But he hadn't mentioned anything about taking the day off.

"Hey, Dilruk," I said, "Has Adam been acting weird recently?"

"Uh, what?" Dilruk said, "Uh, nope. Nah, I don't think so."

"Are you sure?" I asked, "He hasn't seemed nervous, or stressed out about something at all?"

"Nope," Dilruk said quickly, "No way, dude. Definitely not nervous or stressed. Everything's normal. Hey, time for another set."

I sighed and repositioned myself back under the bar. As Dilruk counted me through the reps, I thought about what he'd said. Adam had definitely seemed anxious about something for the past couple of weeks, but if he was only acting that way around me... that didn't sound good.

I couldn't let myself freak out about it. If something was wrong, Adam would tell me. We told each other everything. Right?

"Dude!" I heard a familiar voice say, "I got it! And, it's perfect, look—"

"What the fuck, dude!" Dirluk yelped, "Put that shit away!"

"What?" said Adam, "I— oh my god! Hi, babe."

Dilruk helped me re-rack the bar, and I sat up and wiped the sweat from my brow. Adam was dressed casually, not in his gym clothes, but in a button up shirt and jeans. He was smiling guiltily, and awkwardly holding his hands behind his back.

"Hey," I said suspiciously, "Where have you been?"

"Uh..." Adam glanced at Dilruk, who shrugged helplessly, "Nowhere? I, uh, I thought you were at work."

"We had some server maintenance, so I left early," I squinted at him, "I actually came here to see you. Seriously, what have you been up to?"

Adam shifted uncomfortably, "Nothing, I swear. I was just... I had to... I was just, uh..."

As he struggled to come up with something to say, his eyes darted around the room like he was looking for inspiration. Clearly he couldn't find anything, because he gave up and looked back at me. And then he stopped. His shoulders, which had been all tensed up, relaxed, and as he gazed at me I saw a familiar dreamy, goofy smile spread over his face.

I turned to look at myself in the mirror. I had no makeup on, and my face was all red and puffy. My hair was a mess. I had some actually stylish workout clothes that I wore to the gym sometimes, but I had just come straight from work, so I was wearing the ratty grey t-shirt and gym shorts that I had left in my car, which were both now drenched with sweat. It had been a while since I shaved my legs, and I could see now that the prickly stubble was more noticeable than I had thought. And, despite everything, despite all my hard work over the past few years, I was still fucking fat.

I turned back to Adam, who was still staring at me with that blissful, mesmerized look on his face.

"Bro," said Dilruk, "What the fuck are you doing right now."

Adam shook his head slowly, "She's so beautiful, man."

"Dude!" Dilruk said urgently, "No! We have a plan! Two weeks, dude! We made the reservation!"

Adam shrugged, still smiling, "I can't wait two weeks, bro."

"Oh my god," Dilruk groaned, "Alright, give me a second."

He headed off towards the reception desk. I looked at Adam warily.

"Adam, what the fuck is going on?"

Adam took a deep breath.

"Okay. So. The reason I wasn't here today Is cause I had to go pick something up," he said, "From the jewelers. I actually bought it... a while ago, but then I realized I had to get it resized."

The thumping techno music that had been playing over the speakers suddenly cut out. After a moment, a new song start playing. Something slow, calm, and romantic. Some of the people working out around us started looking about, confused. I glanced over to the reception desk. Dilruk gave a thumbs up. I looked back at Adam. He was down on one knee, holding a small black box in his hands.

I clasped my hands over my mouth, "Oh my god."

"Mel," Adam said, "I love you so, so much."

"Okay," I whispered.

"When we— when we first met, I was just looking for a roommate," Adam said. His voice was shaking. I started shaking too, "And I knew you were nice, and really funny, and so fucking smart that you made more money than me without even having to work..."

I choked out a laugh, which almost turned into a sob.

"But I didn't realize you were also the most caring, and, and brave, and selfless, and, and, b-beautiful..." Adam's voice was almost a whisper. The gym around us had gone quiet. There were no weights clanking or people grunting with exertion. Adam's eyes were wet with tears.

I could feel my knees trembling. It was lucky I was still sitting down, or I honestly might have collapsed. I tried desperately to steady my nerves. This... this wasn't real. It couldn't be. No matter how much I wanted... this... it just couldn't be possible. Adam was just... he was just...

My mind scrambled to come up with something, anything, to explain what was going on, but nothing could find a foothold against the screaming tidal wave of certainty about what I wanted this to be.

But there was no way Adam was actually proposing to me right now.

At some point, Dilruk must have come over from reception, because I heard him now, quietly whispering to Adam, "You got this bro."

Then another murmur, and I realized it was from Kevin, "Come on man, you can do this."

It spread throughout the silently watching gym bros, a murmured chorus of encouragement, "Push through, dude." "Bring it home, man." "No pain, no gain," from a guy who must have been a little too far away to see what was going on.

Adam took a deep breath, then exhaled shakily. Another deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not... I'm not good with words."

"That's okay," I whispered, "I love you."

Adam smiled up at me, then opened the box. I couldn't even bring myself to focus on it. All I saw was a glimmer of something golden, then I looked past it, into Adam's eyes.

"Mel," he said, "Will you marry me?"

Dead silence.

When you perform the same exercise enough times, your body adapts. You grow stronger, you develop muscle memory, and the movements become easier and easier to repeat. Over the course of my life, I had done thousands of reps of telling myself I was worthless, and that no one could ever love me, until performing that motion was as easy as breathing.

But there's a limit to how much strain your muscles can take before they give out, and when I looked into Adam's eyes and saw the wanting, and passion, and pure, unadulterated, irrepressible love...

Denying that it was real would have been like trying to lift the sun.

"Yes," I whispered.

Adam's eyes widened.

"Yes," I said again, "Yes, yes, oh my god, YES, Adam! Yes!"

Adam sprang to his feet and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around him and clung on tight, hugging him like my life depended on it.

"Fuck yes!" yelled Dilruk. The gym bros started whooping and punching the air.

Adam set me down and kissed me. My heart fluttered, knowing that this was something special, something new. My first kiss with my fiance.

I squeezed Adam tight, "Oh my god. I love you so much."

Adam smiled at me, then blinked, "Oh fuck. The ring! I gotta put the ring on you, sorry!"

I giggled, and stepped back. Adam got on one knee again, and carefully slid the ring onto my finger. It was gold, or gold-colored, and shiny, and, look, it was a fucking ring. I couldn't give a shit what it looked like. I watched Adam's beautiful fingers as he put it on me.

"What do you think?" he asked nervously.

I beamed at him, "It's perfect."

I kneeled down beside him and we kissed again, softly, sweetly, and held each other as the cacophony of celebrating dudes around us faded away.

We had come so far since that day, so long ago, when Adam had innocently complimented my hair. I was so excited to see where we would go from here. The two of us. Together.

"Hey, Adam," I said.

He smiled at me, eyes glistening, "Yeah?"

"This definitely isn't just a platonic thing, right?" I asked.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed. Fun fact: It took me about a year to write this story, and while it was happening, I slowly figured out that the reason I'm so into stories about trans women is because, uh-oh, I actually am one. That was wild to realise, but also in retrospect... pretty fucken obvious hahaha

Thanks to everyone who has commented on previous chapters, I really appreciate it. Special shout out to the anon who called Mel a "dumb bitch not a brain in her head". Mel is pretty heavily based on myself, and I can confirm that is a totally accurate judgment of me as a person lmao

Please share your thoughts about this story in the comments! Whether it's deep and thoughtful feedback about the storyline, or "DAMN I NUTTED SO HARD", I'd love to read it all.

Love ya hoes!