E10: Chest Day or Back Day? | My Ex’s Brother Drew

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

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Recap: So... you know Drew? My ex’s brother? Yeah, the hot, straight-seeming gym bro I was blowing on the bench before the receptionist walked in on us. Anyway, I ended up crashing at Drew’s place that night...my car tires got slashed, not by an angry ex, probably just some dumbass trying to jack it. Whatever. Drew let me stay over, told me to sleep in his bed, and I did. But somewhere around 2 a.m., his brother...my actual ex...texted me. He knew. Didn’t say how. Just that he knew I’d been on my knees for Drew. And like an idiot, I left Drew sleeping and went straight to Jason’s room. One thing led to another, and he fucked me. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I wasn’t. I hated how things ended between us, but I guess part of me still wanted to feel wanted. Even if it was just for the night.

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I woke up alone.

The sheets smelled like sweat and regret. Jason was gone. Not just out of the room...gone gone. No note. No water glass on the nightstand. Just a slightly-dented pillow and the dull ache of being used like a fleshlight.

I stared at the ceiling for a second, trying not to think. That was the whole problem. Every time I started thinking, I ended up doing something stupid. Like going to my ex’s room in the middle of the night. Like letting him kiss me. Like sucking his dick.

I rolled onto my side and grabbed my phone from the edge of the mattress. I’d texted him. Just a casual, harmless, stupid thing.

Last night was… something. I missed this.

Read.

No reply.

Cool. Classic.

I sat up, rubbed the sleep from my face, and winced. My back was sore, my jaw was sore, my self-respect was...well, MIA. But mostly, I felt like a fucking idiot. I should’ve known better. This wasn’t new. Jason was great at showing up for the fuck and disappearing before the consequences. That used to hurt. Now it just felt predictable.

I pulled on my underwear, tugged them up over my sore thighs, and stood there for a second, blinking blearily at the room. The sheets were still rumpled from last night. My mouth tasted like sweat and guilt. I rubbed my face and let out a breath.

Then it hit me.

Fuck. I was supposed to sneak back into Drew’s bed.

That had been the whole plan or at least the half-thought-through excuse to make it look like I’d been there all night. Drew had passed out like a rock, and I figured if I could slip back in before he woke up, the lie would hold.

Except I’d overslept.

Hard.

My heart jumped. I yanked on my underwear and quietly cracked open Jason’s door. The hallway was quiet. Still early, probably. If I moved fast, maybe I could play it off.

I padded down the hall and turned into Drew’s room...

Empty.

The bed was untouched. Blankets still half-kicked down where I’d left them hours ago. And from the sound of it, the shower was running.

Shit.

Too late.

I hesitated in the doorway for a second, then stepped inside. No time to overthink it. I grabbed my T-shirt and jeans from the floor and quickly started getting dressed. I was halfway through buttoning my jeans when I heard the shower stop. My heart kicked up a notch.

Fuck.

I just stayed standing near the door, tugging my t-shirt down, trying not to look like someone who’d just spent the night blowing his ex down the hall.

Drew walked out a second later, towel slung low on his hips, chest still damp and glistening, hair pushed back from his face. His bulge was front and center, hanging thick....clearly not hard, but still swinging heavy like he knew I was gonna look. Drew wasn’t a grower. He was just built like that.

He smirked when he saw me. “Woke up early? Where were you?”

I blinked. “Oh, uh… I was on the couch. Couldn’t sleep. Went for a little walk.”

I was clearly lying. I was still doing up my jeans. One side of the button still loose. He didn’t clock it, or maybe he just didn’t care.

He tilted his head, smiling. “Shame. You couldn’t resist sleeping next to me, huh? Scared you’d get addicted to my dick?”

I snorted, straightening up. “Not really. I thought you were the one who couldn’t keep your mouth off my ass.”

That got a laugh out of him. He grabbed a shirt off the back of his chair and wiped at his neck, still damp. “Okay, you got me there.”

Then he looked at me, grin easy. “Would’ve loved some morning head, but I’m running late. Gotta get to the gym. Also need to smooth things over with Julian after last night.”

That made me freeze just a second too long. “Julian.. Fuck yes..”

“Yeah,” Drew said, casually. “I talked to him this morning. Don’t worry, he’s not gonna say anything. Apologized for walking in on… you know. Our little scene. But I still gotta have a chat.”

I swallowed. My brain buzzed.

Drew kept going, completely unfazed. “Said he’ll keep it quiet. I’ll probably give him a raise or something. Fuck.”

He reached for his keys. “Oh, and your car? Julian called the service guys...should be fixed today.”

I nodded. “That’s… really nice of you. Thanks.”

“Course.” He looked me over once more, smirk still lingering. “I’ll drop you off now, yeah? You coming in tonight? Chest day?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

He slapped my ass as I walked past. “Good. Might even spot you. Real close.”

And just like that, we were out the door.

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Drew dropped me off at the gym entrance, one hand still lazily on the wheel as I grabbed my bag.

“Thanks for the ride, man,” I said, trying to sound casual. My stomach was still in knots. I was so damn glad he hadn’t found out about me and Jason last night. If he knew what I’d done just a few doors down from his bed, I wasn’t sure I’d still be sitting here.

Drew just grinned. “You haven’t even ridden me yet.”

He laughed, winked, and peeled off down the street like it was nothing.

I stood there for a second, heat rushing to my face, then turned and headed inside.

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Later that day, I checked my phone again.

Still nothing from Jason.

I’d texted him again that morning...just a simple, You good? and watched the read receipts say "Read". But no reply. No emoji. Not even a thumbs up.

Ghosted. Again.

And that was the thing with him. It was always silence when I needed him to talk, and paragraphs when he wanted in my pants. Communication was half the reason we broke up in the first place. That, and the fact that he couldn’t handle anyone asking him to be emotionally available for longer than five minutes.

But when it was time to fuck me? Oh, then he remembered how to hit send.

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By the time the sun went down, I was back at the gym. I’d told Drew I’d be here for chest day, and despite everything, I needed the burn. Needed to clear my head.

Julian was at the reception desk when I walked in. He gave me a polite smile.

I nodded back, quick, but kept moving. Still embarrassed. Still thinking about how he’d walked in on me with Drew’s cock halfway down my throat. He hadn’t said anything since, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about it.

I hit the floor and started warming up...basic pushups, some light flys. Tried to get my blood pumping and brain to shut up.

Drew was already there, spotting some girl doing squats in leggings so tight they looked painted on. He was being professional, mostly. But his hands were definitely a little lower than they needed to be. His usual smirk was in full effect.

I rolled my eyes and laid down on the flat bench for my first set of chest press. Two sets in, and I was finally finding a rhythm. My triceps were shaking a little, that good ache kicking in. Then I saw Drew walking over. He looked pumped already, T-shirt damp at the collar, arms full and vascular.

“You can go heavier,” he said casually, not even a question. He started racking extra fives on each side without waiting for my answer. “Come on, you’re not a newbie anymore.”

I gave him a look, breath still catching. “I was pacing myself.”

“Pace faster,” he grinned.

Third set in, he was hovering above me, spotting like a pro...hands just beneath the bar, but his eyes were fixed on my chest, my form, my face. He nodded, told me to give him two more.

I pushed through the burn, racked the bar with a grunt.

Then I felt him lean down. Voice low, right near my ear.
"I know it’s chest day,” he murmured. “But wouldn’t hurt to work your back too.”

I turned my head slightly, confused.

He smirked. “Yeah. You know what I mean.”

He walked off before I could say anything, towel tossed over his shoulder like nothing had happened.

And I just lay there for a second, heart pounding harder than it had during the set.

Was Drew talking about… fucking me?

Tonight?


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