Monsters Under Mistletoe

3. Brody

Chapter 3

Brody

I smile when I read Freezy The Swoleman on the back of Shawna’s t-shirt. The buff snowman looks fucking ridiculous. I may have zero holiday spirit, but the shirts she wears this time of year always make me chuckle. Her tricep and shoulder muscles flex as she reaches up to hang the final bit of gaudy garland around the mirrors of the gym. My heart rate kicks up even higher watching her as my blood pumps a little too far south. Gods, why can’t I have one workout without a boner? Act your age for once in your life!

“If you keep staring, I’m gonna to stop spotting you,” Bash grins at me from the squat rack.

I snap my eyes away from one the most beautiful orc in the world to the jackass orc in front of me. Be friends with the owners of the gym, they said, it will be a great support network they said. The only support Thirbash and Kaldus offer me is to rib me for my slutty shorts. Jokes on them because I wear them for Shawna. She complimented me the first time I wore them and I have only worn this style of workout gear since, even if the ground is covered in snow.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grunt and slowly drop into a squat.

Leg day is my favourite and least favourite day. It’s when I feel my strongest. The amount I can lift seems impossibly large for a human and even though I’m dripping sweat by the end of it I feel invincible. Not so indestructible I would ask my gym crush out, but that’s more of an emotional issue I refuse to digest at six in the morning.

“After this, let’s do a set of Good Mornings, and call it a day,” Bash says. “What’s your weight sheet got for those?”

“Phone,” I respond, through grit teeth as I rise for the final time and set the bar on the rack.

Bash picks up my phone and I swipe the passcode in. Immediately my spreadsheet appears, highlighting all my workouts for the last five years. What can I say? I like data. Kal was actually the one to suggest I track my progress this way, and that is the second most motivational thing to keep me coming to the gym. That and training to be strong enough to fuck Shawna up against a wall if she ever asked me to.

I wipe the sweat from my brow, not that there could be much difference between how much more red I could get after a workout, but it hides any chance of Bash seeing my blush. She is my gym friend. I should not be thinking about her this way.

“Hey, Shawna,” he shouts while setting up the bar for me. “You mind spotting Brody? I need to talk to Kal about stocking the vending machine.”

“Dude, what the fuck?” I hiss.

Bash turns and winks at me, “you’re welcome.”

Panic shoots through me like lightning, but does nothing to help my bulge go down. Shawna smiles, the pull of her tusks highlighting the dimples on her sage green cheeks. She has got to be the cutest being to ever exist.

I know I'm not the most subtle when it comes to my crush, which is why I try to keep a polite distance between myself and Shawna. Bash probably thinks he is being the best wingman, but this might be my worst nightmare.

“Alright, what are we working on?” Shawna asks cheerfully.

I take a long swig of my water bottle to try and calm down. She is being polite, but she is now standing close enough to me I can smell the citrus perfume she wears. It's so sweet and my mouth waters with every panting breath I take. My dick is working overtime to try and show itself off.

“Just a couple sets of Good Mornings, then I'm done for the day.” I think I smile, but I'm scared to make any move in my condition.

“Awesome, let's get into position.”

I've done this exercise a million times. It's great for strengthening my hamstrings while sneakily engaging my ab muscles. But it also means pushing my ass back and working my hip hinges. Like I'm doing the most unnatural thrusting motion. This strengthens my hips for longevity, but even with the bend in my knee it doesn't hide the outline of my dick in these shorts when I'm standing.

I get about four reps in under Shawna's wholly professional eye before she stops me.

“You're hunching a little too much,” she says. “Move like this.”

This is my karma for hating Christmas, isn't it? The most beautiful woman in the world standing in front of me and sticking her ass out to show me this exercise. And her fucking leggings today? I'm going to be thinking about them for a long time after this in the privacy of my home.

“Got it,” I say, while also trying to swallow my tongue before I say something I'll regret.

I adjust my stance slightly, and start finishing my first set. We get through this one with ease. Shawna is all robotic cheer and praise, and honestly it makes me wonder if I have a praise kink or if she could say anything to me to bring me to the edge.

“So are you coming to the holiday party on the 25th?” she asks, pursing her lips slightly as she looks anywhere but my face.

Olympic Fit hosts a non-Christmas Christmas party every 25th so the members who don't celebrate can feel a part of a community. It's an all evening event with weightlifting challenges and games, enough food to feed an army of giants, and rivers of free booze.

I usually make an excuse to skip when Bash or Kal invite me.

“Yeah, I'll be here,” I say anyway because I'd go anywhere Shawna asked me to.

The smile she rewards me with makes my heart flutter. That’s a real smile, and not her professional one. There is a soft dark green flush on her skin that makes me hope my answer is what she wanted to hear.

“I can't wait to hang out more casually then,” she grins, brushing some of her pink highlighted hair behind her pointed ear. “Now let's get this set finished.”

We adjust the weight and I get back into position. The first two reps are hard, my muscles burning, but totally manageable. Then suddenly, Shawna's hand is smoothing over my back while I'm ass out. I'm dripping sweat and she's still sliding her hand to right above my waistband.

I'm clearly touch starved because I damn near come in my pants when her hip grazes my ass. I snap jerkingly forward before dropping the weights.

“I've just remembered I have to go to the post office,” I wheeze, probably too loudly and with an amount of urgency this situation shouldn't warrant. “I need to get changed and ready. Thanks for your help, I'll see you at the party.”

“Brody?” she calls after me.

With my towel tucked into the front of my shorts, I race to the men's locker room without looking back.

At this time in the morning, nobody is here. It's that grey area between the early birds and the people trying to squeeze in a tight hour before work. It’s empty.

I don't usually shower here, and absolutely never masturbate in public, but I have never stripped naked so fast in my life. I shove my shit into my locker and grab my spare towel and run to the very last cubicle.

The cold blast of water does nothing to calm my raging erection and when I look around the semi open space, I'm still the only person here. I squirt conditioner from the bottle mounted on the wall into one hand and brace my other on the tiled wall. This will probably be over with embarrassingly fast

I can't close my eyes without seeing her. Every blink is a new position, another layer of clothes removed. My fist wraps tightly around my cock and on the down stroke I pull back my foreskin to see how purple my glans is. Fuck me, I clearly need to start taking the edge off before I get here.

The water turns hot, beating down on my back so perfectly. My muscles relax, my hand moves at a steady pace. It's so easy to picture Shawna in the shower, dripping wet and bent over like she was earlier. Except now she's naked, and I can see her gorgeous green cunt on display.

My hips start snapping forward to meet my fist as my balls draw up. The tingling sensation at the head of my dick intensifies and moves down my shaft as I chase after my orgasm. The whole time I'm picturing Shawna, how perfect she is and how lucky I am to even have an idea of what she looks like bent over.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur. “So beautiful, Shawna, baby.”

It hits me all at once and the tingles shoot up my spine as my mind goes blank. My cock shoots off ropes of cum that I wish I could have put into her or on her luscious ass.

As I'm panting, I swear I hear the squeak of shoes but when I look around I don't see any blurry figures.