Michael Troy and Harry Jam in a gym

Michael Troy grips the weight plate, sweat glistening on his bare chest as he strains to lift, while Harry Jam, leaning against the machine with one arm, his orange jacket slung off, watches with a smirk, fingers tracing the bars before adjusting the load. Their muscles ripple under the gym lights, the weight creaking as Troy locks out, then shoves Harry’s shoulder hard enough to knock him back, both men laughing as they lean into each other, breath ragged. The equipment hums in the background, unused now that their real workout is the way Troy’s grip tightens around Harry’s waist, pulling him in for a rough kiss.