The BL Nook

Chapter 4: Peeping Tom

It’s been two months since I met Josh. The day he dropped me off the first time, we exchanged numbers. He told me to text him if I wanted to hit the gym again, so I did. We’ve been following a workout split. Push, pull, and legs. Wednesday through Friday. I’ve even gotten used to Josh yelling “Last set, best set!” at me during the final round of lat pulldowns like he’s my personal trainer. He kinda is.

I’ve been feeling good. I’ve cleaned up my eating, started meal prepping on Sundays, and even make protein shakes with that vegan powder Josh swears by. I walk to work every day. It hasn’t rained much lately, but when it does, I use the umbrella he gave me. The only thing from his “welcome kit” I haven’t used yet are the condoms. Hopefully, that’ll change soon. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been so pent-up lately. Jerking off in the shower every morning like a damn dog in heat.

Josh and I have the same schedule, so he usually picks me up and drops me off. I contemplated getting a car, but honestly, what’s the point? Everything’s walking distance. He says he doesn’t mind being my chauffeur, so I take him at his word.

Today’s Friday, and Josh texted me earlier to bring a change of clothes. He wants to hit the bars after our workout. I haven’t had a single drink since I moved to Seattle, and I haven’t explored the nightlife either. Maybe I’ll finally get to use those condoms. I can already see Josh’s smug face if I tell him.

After our leg day session; Hip thrusts, Bulgarian split squats, and some brutal leg presses, he drove us to his place. “Shower and get ready here” he said. During the drive, I noticed we were near a bunch of trendy bars, people already lining up in sleek outfits. His building had a swanky lobby. He used a keycard to call the elevator and tapped his phone to open the door to his apartment. Fancy.

The moment I stepped in, I caught a familiar, clean scent. It smelled like… him. His place was way more polished than I expected.

“It’s not usually this clean,” he said, tossing his bag on the couch. “Cleaned ‘cause you were coming.”

“You don’t have to do all that,” I said, looking around. “I want to see you living like a pig too.”

He laughed. “If I did that, girls would run for the hills.”

Then, casually: “You want to shower first? Or should we go in together to save time?”

I’m starting to get used to his jokes, so I shot back, “I’ll wash your dick, and you’ll wash mine.”

He cracked up. “If that happens, there’s no need to hit the bars, man.”

I laughed. “I’ll go first.”

He led me to his bedroom and into the bathroom. It was sleek. Double sink, huge mirror, rainfall shower. “Use whatever,” he said, then left me to it. After I cleaned up, he pointed me to a guest half-bath to get dressed while he showered.

I was done getting ready, scrolling through my phone on his couch when he stepped out of his room.

Dripping wet. Towel slung low on his hips. Water trailing down the ridges of his abs.

His torso was insane. Like he’d been sculpted in a Marvel lab. I stared, just for a second too long and shut my mouth when I realized it was hanging open.

The image reminded me of that one time in the gym showers. His curtain hadn’t closed all the way, and I’d accidentally seen… everything. I froze back then too. His dick was massive. And it was flaccid! I thought about that now and felt that same weird, tight feeling in my gut. Jealousy?

“You clean up nice,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Looks like you’re ready to get laid tonight.”

He tipped his head back to drink, and I watched his throat move, the muscles in his back shifting. Then he turned and flashed a smile. “I’ll be ready in a sec, then we can bounce.”

“Take your time,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

He walked over to me and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, then leaned in to rest his own forehead against it. I was pinned between his arm and the couch. His face was inches from mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his breath warm on my cheek. “You look flushed.”

I froze. Couldn’t even swallow. The scent of that body wash was stronger on him. His lips were so close.

“I-It’s just hot in here,” I stammered. “And the hot s-shower didn’t help.”

He straightened and walked to the fridge again, grabbed the water bottle he’d been drinking from, and handed it to me.

“You don’t care about cooties, do you?”

I took a swig. Anything to cool down.

He laughed. “Ha! Indirect kiss”

I choked a little, and he walked off, chuckling to himself. I slumped against the cushions and groaned.

‘Ha… What is wrong with me?’