Nick Sterling grips Dan Darlington’s hips while he drives into him hard, the gym’s echoing weights lost beneath the sound of their bodies slamming together. Dan’s hands dig into Nick’s shoulders as he takes every thick thrust, his breath ragged against the sweat-slicked skin where their chests press. The air smells of effort and salt, the only light cutting through the shadows where Nick’s tattooed arm wraps tight around Dan’s waist.
