Light the Fire
Kurt sighed as the kid bounded up to him like a puppy, all floppy dark hair and enthusiasm.
“Wow! You can press three hundred pounds? That's awesome!” He was wearing a loose t-shirt that hung off his wide frame, like his bones had been growing and the rest of his body hadn't quite woken up to the fact.
“You want something?” Kurt grunted.
The kid beamed as wide as if Kurt had just complimented him on his blow job technique. “Would you spot me? Maybe show me a couple of techniques? I'm trying to bulk up a bit. Hey, do you take any supplements? Protein shakes, that kind of s**t?”
“No.” Kurt sat up, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the hem of his vest. “Do you ever shut up?”
The kid mimed zipping his lip, then ruined the effect by shooting his mouth off again almost
