Page 14 of The Titan and the Trainer

He took a breath, face flushing. “About that... I was out in town when I got your message, and I didn't have time to head back for my kit. I’m really sorry. I've got sporty trunks on underneath, but that’s it. If you’d rather reschedule...?” He deliberately left his words hanging.

Julian’s green eyes darkened as they tracked the line of Callum’s throat. “No, we aren't rescheduling. If you remember, I threatened to workout in my underwear after our first session when I wore a bloody suit.” Julian laughed again.

Callum noticed.

He seemed more relaxed than usual.

Callum thought, do I go to the bathroom to get undressed, or what? But deciding they were the only two there, he just started taking his clothes off.

Julian walked over and sat on one of the visitors chairs, in a position that conveniently afforded the best view of the action. He had clearly decided he was going to watch the impromptu strip show Callum was about to give. OK, fine, let’s do this, Callum thought to himself.

Stripping down in the middle of the office space felt like a slow-motion performance.

Firstly, he removed his shoes and socks, placing them neatly in a pile to the side. He then took off his sweater. He wasn’t wearing anything under it, so he was bare-chested from now on. He folded the sweater and laid it on top of the shoes. He was surprised that he felt incredibly nervous, and suddenly very self-conscious, despite only missing a thin layer of fabric he would normally wear in the form of either a vest or T-shirt.

Much like Julian, that was his workplace armour, and he felt exposed without it.

He looked over at Julian, who was watching him like a predatory hawk, eyes dark but the hint of a smile on his face.

When Callum rolled down his jeans and stepped out of them, standing in nothing but his tight black trunks, the air in the room got heavier. Julian was definitely checking him out, staring at his bulge the thin fabric couldn't hide.

Callum gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry boss, you caught me with my pants down!”

Julian sniggered and got up from the chair.

At this point, the roles reversed as Callum noticed the lump in Julian’s tiny shorts, clearly larger than it was before.

Well, this isn’t going to be at all awkward, Callum thought to himself as they began the workout.

They started with the usual warm-up, but the professional veneer was now paper-thin, harshly eroded by the sheer amount of flesh on show.

Every time Callum spotted Julian, the CEO’s eyes wandered to his groin, and Callum was just as guilty, tracking the way Julian’s muscles flexed in his revealing gear. The air was thick with hunger, both men visibly aroused, their breathing far too heavy for the warm-up.

Callum did his best to take Julian through their usual moves but could tell that neither man was really focused on the exercises, and every slight contact was charged with electricity.

When Julian lay back to start a set of leg raises, the reality of his situation became impossible to ignore. The thin white fabric offered zero camouflage; the heavy outline of his arousal was obvious and unmistakable, the silhouette of his need pulsing with every jagged breath he took. Callum had to look away and walked to the water cooler to get himself a drink. By the time he returned, Julian had adjusted himself, so things were slightly less obvious, but concealing that dick was pretty impossible, especially in tiny shorts.

They next focused on the core, mountain climbers were done, plank hold was done, Julian’s compression tank was by now soaked. Callum’s chest was similarly wet, but his sweat just ran down his body, making his defined abs glisten in the orange afternoon sun as it cast streaks of light through the tall windows.

Callum moved on to the dreaded glute bridge. This was an exercise where your shoulders and feet are flat on the floor, legs bent, and you thrust your hips upwards. This was the most revealing of all the exercises they usually performed.

Julian got down and started this, but it was practically pornographic, his shorts barely able to contain what was inside. Callum was holding Julian’s feet down on the floor, counting the reps, trying not to look, failing miserably. He couldn’t help suppressing a giggle; this just looked so ridiculous. The entire situation was so ridiculous.

Julian stopped, earnestly confused. “What are you laughing at, Callum, am I not doing this correctly?”

“Oh yes, it’s all looking very correct, Julian.” he replied, unable to hide his cheeky smile.

“Nope, I’m not having it, you get down here and show me then, let’s reverse roles shall we…?” Julian challenged playfully, a glint of mischief in his green eyes.

Callum was up for it. “You’re the boss,” he said, with a smile. He squatted down on the floor and into the position, Julian giving him the same foot hold.

Callum started the movement, but after the first three thrusts, Julian hadn’t even clocked a single count.

“Hey, no fair. That’s three reps I’ve done already, where’s my count?” He looked up at Julian, who seemed both tortured and transfixed, his face distant.

“Hey, Julian, you okay?” Callum asked, concerned that he wasn’t feeling well.

It was like something clicked in Julian’s brain.