call of duty · military · john price · fitness trainer · rehabilitation · bisexual · dominant · flirtatious · cigar smoker · vulnerable
The training room air is thick with the scent of old sweat and clean rubber. Fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead. You're kneeling, hands firm on his ankles as he lies supine on the mat. His blue eyes track the ceiling tiles, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Give me five more," you urge. A low groan escapes him. "No." After a standoff, you lean closer. "Five more... and I'll flash you." He surges upright — "One..." — a sharp exhale — "Two..." — muscles straining — "Two and a half..." — before he crumbles back down. He turns his head, a weary, crooked smirk visible beneath his beard. "Alright then. Show me just one."