Of Metal and Meat

[Conor]

Conor was, after a few moments, aware that Tarsys was staring at him, and almost embarrasedly he averted his eyes only to end up staring at the orc's tank top and then at the man's feet.
He mumbled something, nodded, and turned away, starting to work out on the various machines. He didn't set his weights too high for starters, but after a few moments, he found a rythm and was focusing, not trying to let the orc distract him.

It took a few minutes, and by the end of the frist half of the routine, he, too, was sweating. He left the machine he had worked out on and went towards the center of the gym, looking for Tarsys, while drinking water from a bottle he had retrieved from his bag

[Tarsys]

Tarsys cocked his head for a moment. The gnoll seemed to be embarrassed about something. He had a crude idea of what it might have been. Envy maybe? Prehaps an attraction of sorts. Tarsys had to admit, that the Conor himself was quite handsome. The sharp muzzle jawline, how his fur ran sleekly over his tight muscles giving it an attractive appeal. The way he held himself, and the fact that they both had been the products of war. Prehaps he would test the waters here. Was it worth the risk? He barely knew the man, but he wanted to know more.

He finished up his lunges, proceeded to deadlifts, with enough weight on the bar that it had a nice U-shape bend to it. And leg presses where he piled on what seemed to be every plate in the joint on the machine. It was an intense workout, and he was sweaty from it. He finished up, saw Conor in the middle of the gym. He waved a big hand, and gulped down water from a gallon jug.

"Lookin' good, big man. How's it been so far? You think this might be a good gym fer ya?" he asked.

[Conor]

The gnoll walked over to Tarsys, before leaning against the wall beside the big orc, breathing hard, his body sweaty. He gave him a silent thumb's up and then nodded.

"Yeah. Seems fine here. Not too many people, though I bet during peak hours it's... more populated." he shrugged. "Too many people overwhelm me" he said quietly, before looking at Tarsys' chest, maybe a few seconds too long, before he looked the man in the face again. It was pointless to deny it to himself now - He was definitly attracted by the big orc. It surprised him. He hadn't figured that they'd actually be his thing, orcs. But Tarsys had been gentle to him, and had taken care of him and he was big, the way his tank top bulged with the muscles under it, Conor couldn't deny he was attracted to it.

He rubbed his head for a moment, flicking his ears, before looking back at Tarsys.

"So, uh, after workout, uh... what you up to?"

[Tarsys]

The massive ork noticed Conor's gaze again. He gave his chest a little pec bounce and winked with a mischievous playful grin. He found the Gnoll intriguing to say the least, and thought to lighten up the situation a bit.

"Oh, I donno. I don' have work this afternoon, so I was gunna do some grillin'. Yer welcome t'come over if ya want. Nothin' fancy." he said.

He wasn't sure how Conor would react. Being a loner, it would probably be better that was something low key, without a bunch of people. But he knew that he could call on a number of people to make it a party. Not that he was really that kind of Ork. But who knows?

[Conor]

The hyena's face twitched slightly, his nose moving and he smiled at Tarsys slightly bashfully. The orc had caught his attention, so much was apparent.

"Hey, barbecue sounds nice, you and me, yeah... you got some place to live here?" he asked curiously, raising his arm againa nd rubbing his mane.

[Tarsys]

"Aye, that I do." he said. The ork began to work out some knots in his leg by shaking it a bit, then pressing his thumbs deep into the thick slabs of muscle.
"One nice perk of avin' been on a corpo payroll, an' workin' fer the city. Mind, it ain't a huge palace or somethin' but it does me just fine."

He moved to the other leg. "So, what do road warriors like ya enjoy doin' on their free time?"

[Conor]

"Err..." Conor's brow furrowed for a moment, before shrugging "I guess I'd consider this, working out,"he gestured at the gym "as free time occupation. Not usually this sophisticated. But, generally, maintaining the car and oneself is task enough out there." he shrugged again "Sometimes I read. I have found books in the past. People discard them, and some of them mean very little to me, others I enjoy. I've read a lot of old human myths." he smiled

"And you?"

[Tarsys]

Tarsys considered the man, he had to admit, the large ork found him quite attractive.

“Well, working out for sure, I enjoy reading as well. And working on projects. The sword arts and gunnery skills. I like to keep well practiced, ya know? Readin’. Healthy mind healthy body sort ‘o thing.”

He smiled. Tarsys was intrigued by the gnolls comment.

“I’m curious t’know what a workout for you is. It’s good t’change things up.”

[Conor]

"Well, normally I'd just do stuff I can do by myself. Lift tyres, stuff like that. But..." he suddenly trailed off, blushed, looked at Tarsys, his eyes widening slightly.

"O..oh. Workout as in... working out toghther?"

He breathed in for a moment.

[Tarsys]

“Sure, why not?” His face was kind and his eyes twinkled. “Learnin’ how t’do different things, keeps life from getting boring. Though I suppose livin’ out badlands, nothin’ gets boring.
Raids, marauders, twisted folks, blight touched. It’s rough.”

Though he didn’t want to bring up the treacherous, back-stabbing life of a city-man. Especially one that had served in a mega-corporation.

“Though, perhaps, true friends out there are more loyal than brothers.”

This was speculation of course. The ork had never made a home out in the wilds. Everything he had done out there was a military operation.

[Conor]

Conor looked at the orc. His ears had folded halfway and he was slightly confused, but at the same time the orc was being so kind and he looked so exciting...

The gnoll wiped his lips for a moment before shaking his head "There are many days where nothing happens except the heat. Then there are days where too much happens."

he sighed and shrugged. It was starting to become a move for him, he noticed, and he wasn't sure if he was happy about it. He cleared his voice.

"I think loyal friends can be found anywhere, if one knows how to look and is willing to let things happen." he smiled gently at Tarsys, his snout twitching excitedly. Yeah. He'd let the orc happen to him alright. At least, that's what he was hoping.

"We still got half of our routine to go" the gnoll said. "Maybe we should move this conversation to whatever it is you people do after gym time."

[Tarsys]

Tarsys let out a hearty laugh. “Right ‘cha are.” He said. He peeled off his shirt, with a bit of difficulty, due to his sheer muscle volume, but managed.

“I’ll finish legs and meet’ch by the lockers.” He thumbed the lockers near by and made his way over the the squat rack and proceeded to load a bar with an immense amount of weight. He grabbed the bar, in a squat like position, powered up with his legs, and rolled his shoulder back. The muscles in his back rippling as he finished the dead lift with a grunt.

Then he slowly set it back down and repeated the process 7 more times.

[Conor]

Conor was about to turn back to the machines when he watched Tarsys take his shirt off, he couldn't help but stay and gawk at the orc's upper body. He didn't mean to - he just couldn't avoid looking at the expanse of muscle, watch it ripple and move, as Tarsys started lifting. A blush crept on his face and he felt himself sweat, still stuck staring at the handsome male, his maw going dry as he pictured himself close to those muscles, touching, admiring...

With a jerk, he snapped himself out of it and went for the next machine, and then, vigioursly, started exercising. His paw, still bandaged, throbbed hard, sweat moistening his fur. He wasn't as buff and strong as the orc but his lean, hard muscles rippled under the extertion of various routines. Thirty minutes passed of vigorous exercise until, sore and exhausted, he stepped off the machine, his shirt moist with sweat, gripped his bag, almost emptied the water bottle in one go, and then trudged towards the lockers, passing through the locker room door, sniffing, and calling out for the orc

"Tarsys, you in here?"

[Tarsys]

The ork continued to work hard, sweat trickling down his mountains of muscle. In between sets, he paused to take a drink of water.

“Oh, fuck…” he whispered when he caught sight of Conor working hard on a rack ‘n pin machine. His eyes were locked onto the gnoll’s rippling muscle, ropes of muscle rolling under that damp sleek fur. He felt a sharp twang of excitement deep in his core.

He had to turn his gaze away.

It had been a long time since Tarsys had been with man. Years in fact.
The memory of his last love, still hurt. Could he chance it? Did he want to know Conor better? How would Conor respond if he made an advance? He noticed the looks, but they could easily be misread as admiration rather than attraction.

Would his past put the gnoll in danger? Though Conor was a survivor. He had seen war. Conor would be able to take care of himself.

He continued to work out, mind reeling with attraction, doubt, hope. It was a strange one for sure.

The ork finished his workout and headed to the locker room. He stripped out of his clothes and was about step into the communal shower when he heard Conor call his name.

“Oi, in ‘ere.”

[Conor]

Conor had obviously not realized the significance of the fact that this room was tiled out until he was almost face-to-face with one naked, very sweaty ork. He was still in his clothing, but he stopped as he saw Tarsys.

"O..oh I hadn't realized this was a shower" he said suddenly bashfully, but his nose twitched and he sniffed the air, thick with the smell of the orc's physical extertions earlier. he licked his nose and blushed again, looking at the man's chest, for a moment thinking about what it would feel like to place his head between those pecs, and thus blushing even harder. He wanted to turn around and leave, get out, shower at home, but he couldn't. He was rooted to the spot, his face red with embarrasmenet as he stared and admired Tarsys body, before looking up at the man's face. God. The orc was so handsome.

He felt his own trousers tighten and cursed himself for nto wearing the leather pants - those would've kept everything in place while the short sweatpants didn't do much for him.

Blushing still, he shuffled back until he hit the wall.

"D..damn, sorry.." he said "I didn't realize you... sorry I didn't.." he kept staring at the man's rippling muscles

"Y..you look good" he whispered.

[Tarsys]

Tarsys turned as the gnoll entered into the shower then suddenly stood transfixed. The ork gazed back. The gnolls rippling tight muscles so enticing. And the scent. So manly, so intoxicating. Standing in the buff, the ork was totally exposed, with nothing to hide his arousal. And it was just like everything else on the ork. Large.

Tarsys blushed. It was all out there now, and he didn’t mean for things to go this way.

Without thinking, acting on instinct he crossed the distance in a few steps, placed an forearm against the wall above Conor’s gorgeous, head, leaned in and kissed him on the muzzle. His large double set of tusks pressing slighly in.

“So are you. I can’t stop thinking about ya.” He said in a low rumbling whisper.

[Conor]

the kiss was slightly unexpected but not unwanted. The gnoll put his hands up against Tarsys' body and gently pulled the ork towards him until Conor's smaller body was up against the bigger man's. He looked up, his fingers gently dancing along the man's muscular side, before putting his lips up against Tarsys' again, kissing the orc hard.

His scent was absolutely intoxicating, strong, masculine and good, and the gnoll had no idea where he had last smelled something this good. The man's armpit was maybe a few inches from the side of his face and he was almost drooling as he sniffed the air, his own endowment had tented the sweatpants.

He hadn't felt like this in a long long time. Of course, he's had his partners and he'd done the things, but in the wasteland it was complicated. complicated to forge lasting relationships. People came and went. He had taken advantage of that, but now, he felt like his body wanted nothing more than the handsome orc to take him in his arms, to be close to that strenght and kindness. For it was the kindness above all else that had moved Conor towards Tarsys.

gently he rubbed one paw over the man's left pec before slightly withdrawing from the kiss and looking up at the orc "You taste great" he whispered lightly

[Tarsys]

The second deeper kiss was so sensual, and it worked to ease Tarsys apprehension. The maw was warm, a cavern to explore. The sharp teeth, the ridges on the roof of the mouth offered a texture. Everything was so masculine. So mesmerizing. He fell deeper into the embrace. His other hand gripped Conors rippling back and slid down, taking in the valleys and mounds of muscle before it made it to its final destination, his rear. Tarsys squeezed it, enjoying the firmness. The gnoll’s own sweaty musk was intoxicating. A strong masculine aroma pleasing to the senses.

He wanted this man. Conor’s body was next to his and the gnoll could feel the ork’s strong heart beat thumping in his this chest.

The kiss broke for a moment.

“To the gods, yer a such a stud. That first day when I dropped off my truck…. Fuck… you smell so good.”

He moved in for another kiss.

[Conor]

Conor softly growled into the kiss, his body slihgtly shivering as Tarsys' big strong paw slid down his scarred back and then as it found his rear he huffed, pressing himself up against the nude ork. His own hands gripped the man's sides to pull them together, to feel the ork's massive, sweaty pecs press against his body. his tongue gently touched Tarsys' lips, his hands moved over the man's skin which was so different to his, comparatively smooth and very warm, the scent of the orc's sweat heavy in Conor's nose. He grinned as they parted, smiling, his ears folded happily.

"Talking about yourself, handsome" he whispered "I have been wanting to see you without clothing for quite some time."

His head moved forwards and he pressed his snout on Tarsys' mouth, ferverently kissing the man while his paw slid to the man's giant pec, gently squeezing and gripping the hard muscle.

[Tarsys]

Tarsys replied by flexing his pecs under the Conor’s squeeze. He grunted when the sexy gnoll quipped his reply.

“Yer too sexy fer yer own good mate.” He welcomed the newest round of kissing, this time more with more vigor and passion. He felt himself become more aroused, and excited as their hard bodies ground together.

His and moved off the rear and back up Conor’s muscular back, exploring the scars. They added to his excitement. Tarsys found them to be extra sexy. Trophies to masculinity. Something harsh that the gnoll had endured.

A low guttural, primal grunt issued deep within his thick chest.

He wanted to keep going. Let this proceed to the next step. To pleasure this sexy beast. But this was a public venue and at any moment someone could walk in on them.

A large part of him didn’t care. He wanted to let it all flow. But a small sensible part of him knew better. He was a firefighter. A man in the line of public service and thus had to keep some decorum. Or did he?

His hand wandered back down to the gnoll’s tight rear and gave it another squeeze.