Post by nikki3 on Dec 10, 2006 22:43:10 GMT -5
"One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten."
The words were uttered softly, barely audible, from the muscled male laying on the bench. He was, not surprisingly, coutning his reps. How many times he pushed the weighted bar upward. He was, as he often could be found doing, keeping his muscles tight and in shape. A model, after all, cannot be found with any physical imperfections. James had to be perfect.
But that wasn't too hard, now was it?
Placing the bar back into the holder-thing, he sat up and glanced around. There weren't many people around at this hour, but he wasn't surprised. It was too early in the morning for a lot of people to be awake, let alone out and actually doing something with their lives. But James was. This was when he always worked out. Nothing to distract him.
And he was easily distracted, if something interesting was around. Or, should he say, someone interesting. Usually of the female gender, and...well, cute, hot, or beautiful. He'd take any of the three. And they couldn't be stupid. Stupid girls just weren't his thing. In fact, they just annoyed him.
That morning, the nice-bodied male was dressed in a form-fitting white 'wife-beater' and a blue pair of athletic shorts. The times when he was here, at the gym, were some of the only times he was able to be seen without his nearly trademarked Diesel jeans. If anyone saw him--saw his legs--they were one of only few. Hah. As if they cared.
But anyway, back to the work out.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."
[/size][/color]The words were uttered softly, barely audible, from the muscled male laying on the bench. He was, not surprisingly, coutning his reps. How many times he pushed the weighted bar upward. He was, as he often could be found doing, keeping his muscles tight and in shape. A model, after all, cannot be found with any physical imperfections. James had to be perfect.
But that wasn't too hard, now was it?
Placing the bar back into the holder-thing, he sat up and glanced around. There weren't many people around at this hour, but he wasn't surprised. It was too early in the morning for a lot of people to be awake, let alone out and actually doing something with their lives. But James was. This was when he always worked out. Nothing to distract him.
And he was easily distracted, if something interesting was around. Or, should he say, someone interesting. Usually of the female gender, and...well, cute, hot, or beautiful. He'd take any of the three. And they couldn't be stupid. Stupid girls just weren't his thing. In fact, they just annoyed him.
That morning, the nice-bodied male was dressed in a form-fitting white 'wife-beater' and a blue pair of athletic shorts. The times when he was here, at the gym, were some of the only times he was able to be seen without his nearly trademarked Diesel jeans. If anyone saw him--saw his legs--they were one of only few. Hah. As if they cared.
But anyway, back to the work out.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."