A Boyfriend Like Him

Angel

I love this chapter, I won't even bother explaining why, other than it has Robbo in it. I think I'm falling under the same spell y'all have with him. He's just a really fun character to write :)

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Chapter Fifty-Eight

-Angel-

The next afternoon, I leant on the bench at work and gazed across the room in a complete trance. Taylor was working out... and boy, was he! His singlet's arm holes were too big and gaped giving me undeterred access to stare at him, as the muscles rippled when he pulled down the cord attached to the weights of the machine he was currently using. I wondered somewhat absently if I could just have sex with his back without actually involving him into the equation. His back was so attractive right now. What I wasn't prepared for, whilst frothing at the mouth over Taylors back workout, was a monstrosity to walk through the door.

"I hope both you and Taylor choke on all your happiness, because you're the cause of misery in the world," Jake hissed at me as he swiped his membership key tag and kept moving into the gym. I'm sure he wanted to storm away from me, even if it was only for the effect of it, but the neon pink high heels he was currently hobbling around in, made it hard. Staring at him, taking in his full outfit, I didn't know what I could have said to him even if he'd waited for me to reply. Taylor, always the one between us that was never short of a reaction, burst out into echoing laughter the moment he noticed Jake approach him in cut off denim mini skirt and a little floral blouse. The full face of drag queen make up probably added something to his amusement.

"Of all things holy, what the fuck are you wearing?" Taylor demanded, loudly. It's not like he would be distracting anyone from their workouts, even Allie had stopped training her client so they both could stare at Jakes entrance.

"You're fucking best mate, Robbo," Jake hissed and Taylor almost fell over while he laughed again. "Thank you for picking Sunday of all days, to ruin my life."

"Oh, god. I love that kid, seriously," Taylor gasped between bouts of laughter. "You're going to work out right now?" Taylor asked, grinning and Jake glared at him.

"I won't give that dickhead the satisfaction of making me miss chest day," Jake growled, dumping his bag onto the floor next to a machine. The menace of this tone kind of lost under all the makeup.

As life came back into the gym, Taylor wandered over to me.

"I'm done with my workout, but like fuck I'm not sticking around to watch this dickhead deadlift in heels," Taylor leant on the bench in front of me.

"Hmm, what?" I asked, watching a drop of sweat move down his arm. I was completely mortified that I wanted to know what it tasted like.

"Are you checking me out, angel?" Taylor grinned at me and I smirked back.

"Nope," I shook my head, now moving over him more obviously.

"You sure?" He asked and I laughed.

"Just staking out what I'm going to lick first when I finally have my way with you," I murmured, completely satisfied when I realised Taylor wouldn't be responding to me. Meeting his eyes, they were liquid gold and serious, and something in my stomach clenched.

"I'm sorry, what?" He finally asked, and I laughed again.

"Did I just render you speechless?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow. "That would almost be a first wouldn't it?" I asked, sweetly. His cheek was ticking, the habit he'd picked up when I frustrated him while we were fighting.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" He asked suddenly, and I shook my head, biting my lip while grinning. "You're biting your lip," He informed me in a murmur distracted by it.