Blake never pictured himself as a jock, but recently he's gotten really into the gym. He's into it for health reasons, at least that's what he tells himself. His fondness has absolutely nothing to do with the extremely muscular, tanned, and frankly unreasonably handsome guy who always seems to be there at the same time. Blake isn't obsessed with him or anything, and he definitely doesn't have a crush – he's straight, after all. He just finds it kind of motivational, which is why he is often checking out his arms, and chest.
But one night, he can't stop thinking about the mysterious gym stranger and the effect the thoughts have on him is so intense and unexpected it makes him blush. He's not gay! He's sure of it. Just to be safe, he decides to switch up his gym routine – he'll go late at night, when he won't bump into any surprisingly handsome strangers, or end up accidentally staring at them as they squat in front of him. Except Blake's plan hits a snag when he bumps into his mystery crush in the locker room… what are the odds that the only other person here is the exact person he was afraid he might run into? But what is Blake afraid of? Is he just worried that if he tries it, he might like it…?