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« I told you it was gonna be tough love TK. »
Owen tapped his shoulder in a loving but firm way, then pushed him towards the glass door. The movement made TK's mat slip from under his arm. He fumbled for a second, then sighed and just bent down to retrieve it. When he stood up, he was met with a few stares from the seated figures. Some were mocking, some were appreciative. Most people didn't care one bit.
They all wore form-fitting outfits, showing curves that left him profoundly indifferent, although there were a few guys too and that made the whole ordeal worth it. A wide torso particularly commanded his attention. Two brown eyes were on him but quickly changed direction when the teacher came in.
Owen gestured him to a spot near him but if TK had to go to yoga class, he would so on his terms and sit wherever he pleased. For instance just behind the owner of said torso. That way he would be entertained during the class.
And he was. Each time they moved, the guy's muscles slid under his pants and the little that was left to TK's imagination lit his brain on fire. He tried being discreet and even focus on the teaching itself but it never lasted long.
In fact, he was so bad at it that the instructor, a beautiful woman that was very much his father's type, had to come help him, straightening his arm and pushing the small of his back. If he closed his eyes, he could picture another set of hands touching him there and now there was a problem with his own pants. They weren't hiding much, so he had to quickly think about his father and this woman having sex, which worked mercifully well.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself facing Torso guy who was smirking, just a little. TK wondered if he had witnessed anything. Then he realized he had to twist his waist toward the back, which was the reason the man had been turned in his direction in the first place. His body wasn't good at cooperating, which was frustrating. He worked out all the time and had the muscles to show for it but flexibility was proving a challenge.
He started slowly falling, coupled with a pain that was growing steady as he tried to untwist himself. Yoga was not on his list of things that could hurt, especially compared to his profession but here he was, grinding his teeth and hoping not to cause a scene.
He suddenly felt pressure being applied at just the right articulation and felt his waist unwind. He spiraled back, falling in the other direction, only to meet the cushion of two steel thighs. Neither those nor the hand that had saved him felt feminine and he looked up into the same gaze he had been daydreaming about. This time, the smile was genuine and he was gently pulled upward. He was breathing heavily, his chest almost touching the other man's and felt the urge to kiss him right here.
Instead he took a step and whispered a shy : “ Thank you... ”
“..Carlos” was the answer, “nice to meet you.”
“I'm TK. I'm new here.”
Carlos laughed softly. “I can tell. If you want some pointer, feel free to ask.”
“I will, I mean, sure, thanks again.”
Around them, people were moving, folding their mats and chatting around. Owen was flirting with the teacher. Called it...
Carlos hadn't moved and seemed ready to talk again. TK did not move an inch.
“So, the guy you came with, he's...?”
“My dad. He said Yoga would be a great way to de-stress.”
“Oh, right, I thought I had seen him before. Not you, though... I mean... I'm certain I would have noticed you.”
The stress on the last word was telling enough. TK grinned. Carlos must have taken it as encouragement and asked him to go for a drink.
The drink was a mineral water for him but it didn't matter. They spoke a lot, he discovered that Carlos was a cop, who wasn't, at this instant carrying a gun on his person (the yoga pants wouldn't have concealed that either) but was at other times and just like that TK's pants problems made a reappearance. Carlos mentionned it and they went their merry way to his place.
As it turned out, flexibility was an added bonus to Carlos' dream of a well-toned body and TK enjoyed the various position this could afford. It seemed that he would indeed need more yoga sessions in order to follow. He was willing and ready.