Julian's POV
My body betrays me while I'm spotting Bryson during his squats. The closeness, the way he moves under the weight, the small sounds he makes when he's pushing through the hardest reps - it all hits me in ways I don't want.
By the time he finishes his last set, I'm half-hard in my shorts, and the realization makes my stomach twist with disgust and confusion. That's why I turn away so quickly when he tries to thank me, walking to the other side of the gym before he can notice anything.
I grab my water bottle and pretend to check my phone, waiting for my body to calm down. When Bryson finally leaves for the ice, I'm still dealing with the tension in my shorts that won't go away no matter how much I try to ignore it.
It's just adrenaline, I tell myself.
Hours later
