Who: Bryce Matthews and Spencer Bishop What: Bryce is in the locker room and gets a RUDE awakening When: Day 8, around 10am Where: Locker room Rating: R for nudity and sexual content. Status: Complete!
A dreamless sleep had awaited Bryce when he had gone to bed. His body felt so much better after the soaking he had gone through. When he awoke, it felt like his body was floating. The memory of the day before was vastly different to how he felt today. Standing up, he raised his arms to the ceiling, got onto the balls of his feet, and stretched his body as much as he could. It felt fantastic to be able to stretch that much without having to worry about his body convulsing in pain. After a few moments, he decided that yesterday was enough of a day off that he could go back to the gym and work out a little bit more.
Once dressed in a pair of shorts and shoes, Bryce left his room, ready to take on the day. He'd taken the walk to the gym so many times since he'd gotten there that he was more than sure he could probably make it at least most of the way with his eyes closed. The only parts of the trip that he wouldn't make without looking would be the stairs. If he were to try to take those stairs without looking, he would likely be the first member of the house to break something. That was not the kind of reputation that Bryce wanted to get. The trip seemed to breeze by, especially when compared to yesterday's hobbling. The gym was usually empty when he got there, and so he expected it to be like that today.
Thankfully, it was. He'd had a lot of social interaction with people that he didn't know. It was nice meeting new people, but that didn't mean that he wanted to do that all day every day. He needed a break. Within moments, Bryce had started to work up a decent sweat, lifting weights. He'd stretched before coming down which he was glad for, else he would have had to deal with the repercussions again. About forty minutes later, and a lot of heavy pressing and exercising, Bryce's body was completely drenched in sweat, including his shorts. Fortunately, he had a spare set of shorts and a towel in the locker room that he left there just such an occasion. With a sigh of happiness at completing a day of working out again, the mountain of a man made his way to the locker room.
Upon arrival, it was easy to tell that the room was empty, so he shucked his shorts (he'd neglected to put underwear on) and walked into the shower area to cool down and clean off. Later, after having cleaned himself thoroughly, he went over to the lockers and sat down on the bench for a moment, enjoying the silence. Laying back, completely nude, Bryce closed his eyes and just relaxed while he decided his next step.
Bryce didn't want to meet anyone new today? He would have no such luck. Yes, unfortunately a Mr. Spencer Bishop was already watching him from his own room, intending to pounce upon the unsuspecting man. Spencer had watched him for quite a while, having headed up to his room to see who were available and susceptible to his activities and caught sight of the Goliath of a man lifting weights in the gym. Not wanting to invade when the man was under stress, Spencer waited until he was finished with his exercise and relaxed enough to act amiably towards the lawyer. Spencer thought that Bryce looked pretty friendly but, at the end of the day, it was difficult to know exactly how he would react to such potentially homoerotic suggestions. Spencer just wanted to give himself the best opportunity to avoid the most hostility.
When Bryce made his way to the locker room, Spencer thought that it was time to pounce. The boxer taking off his clothes was pure fluke. Feeling that the time was right and having no qualms about continuing his quite frankly glorious track record of happening across people in the nude, Spencer grabbed his sports bag and made his way down to the locker room. He tried his best to get there as fast as possible whilst not running; he didn't want his breathing to be heavy when he got there. Luckily, when he made his way down to Bryce and tossed his bag next to him on the bench, his demeanour seemed satisfactorily casual.
"Hello there," he said, suppressing a laugh. "You've certainly learned to make yourself at home." He bit his lip slightly, giving Bryce the most fleeting of glances, maybe just enough for Bryce to notice, before rolling his eyes and opening up a locker. He reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt, putting it inside.
It was nice just sitting there in solitude, with nothing to disturb the quiet. The dripping of the water from the recently used shower and the sound of water draining were both rhythmic and hypnotic, lulling Bryce into feeling happy and calm, almost safe. After matches, Bryce would sit in the locker room and just destress. It didn't matter if he won or lost, he would sit there and let his aches and pains flow away with the state of relaxation that he let in. Sometimes, he would follow this ritual by going outside and smoking a few cigarettes, but for the most part he would go home before he did that. In fact, if someone were to ask him what his favorite part of being a boxer was, he would have to say, without a doubt, that that was what he loved most.
Yet it was interrupted by the thud of a bag on the bench next to him. One of his eyes opened, showing him a fit man standing next to him. The other opened and he gave the guy a somewhat shy smile. This wasn't caused by being naked in front of him, however. It was more because he didn't know the guy. He was used to being naked in front of other men due to his profession, so this situation wasn't much different. When the other spoke, though, a slight blush crossed Bryce's dark cheeks, and before he could say anything, he saw the glance that was sent his way. Being that he wasn't good with flirting or even recognizing it, he attributed it to the normal male thing of checking out the competition. "Yes, I quite enjoy this room."
He watched as the other guy took off his shirt and tilted his head when the torso was exposed. The guy had good definition in his abdominal region and pecs. Clearly he worked out, though Bryce would guess that he didn't work out the same way the boxer did. "Does it bother you that I am sitting here naked?" If it did, Bryce would gladly cover up. His time in the locker room wasn't finished, though, because he had yet to decide whether he was going to the hot tub or the sauna next. The sauna would be nice, but he had just taken a shower and it would make him sweaty all over again. The hot tub would work just as well, plus he wouldn't really have to take a full shower afterward. He could just rinse off the chlorine and be on his way.
Spencer grinned and shook his head. Bryce was making this far too easy. "Oh, no. Don't let me stop you from being comfortable. You're probably naked around men all the time. If you have no problem with it then I certainly don't." He smirked, wondering if the man would pick up on his implications, before returning to the act of removing his clothes. He hoped that the other man would start to catch on. If not, Spencer would have to find some even more obvious implications and innuendos. He waited for some sort of response, wondering exactly what it would be anyway. Confusion? Anger? Fear? Lust? Only time could really tell. Spencer's jeans were swiftly removed, leaving some black boxer briefs. He then turned round to his bag which was still next to Bryce, rummaging through it for his sports gear.
He paused what he was doing and looked up at the boxer with a smile. "I'm Spencer by the way. I came from the desolate top floor. I haven't been here long but I'm guessing you must be from downstairs. What's your name?" he asked as if he didn't already know it. He tried to keep his tone and expression fairly friendly and "open". While he had been blunt and brutal (in quite a few ways) with Damon yesterday, this situation didn't call for that sort of tone. Instead Spencer settled for the current strategy of death by friendly smiles and casual flirting.
Nodding, Bryce stayed the way he was. He was right, Bryce was very used to being naked around men, though it wasn't in the way that was being implied. "Yes, I am around unclothed men on an almost daily basis." An itch attacked the side of the large man's head, so he scratched it then continued. "I work out a lot, and I do this every time I finish a match." As the pants were removed, Bryce's head naturally tilted to see what was in the black briefs. The view was nice. He looked for a split second before returning his head to a normal position hopefully in time for him to not get caught. Even if he did get caught looking, he was in a locker room and could always spout off the stereotypical spiel about it being a locker room and it being normal to do it.
So this guy was one of the ones from the mythical upstairs. That would be why Bryce had never even seen him before. Granted he hadn't talked to most people that lived in the house, but he at least saw most, if not all, of them. Putting his hand out, Bryce smiled a half smile and said, "I'm Bryce. I am from the downstairs, yes." None of Spencer's flirting was getting through to Bryce. He was that bad with recognizing flirtation. The walking mountain was also bad at realizing when he was flirting with other people, which was why when he held out his hand and looked Spencer directly in the eye he didn't realize that that could be misconstrued.
Spencer matched the other man's gaze, and took his hand, smiling. Well, that was certainly an interesting turn of events, one which Spencer hadn't suspected. He had thought the closeted boxer to be slightly shyer at least, if not defensive and belligerent. Maybe he hadn't understood? The lawyer turned back to his bag and pulled out a pair of shorts, tugging them on.
"So top or bottom?" Spencer said with an unassuming smile. That would make things clearer, he thought. It was frank enough for his question to be clear but vague and unspecific enough for him to potentially retreat and suggest that it wasn't a reference to sexual positioning. It was a verbal trick to lure out answers which Spencer had used many a time. His profession often called for the whole asking things without really asking them concept along with forcing people to talk themselves into boxes. In fact, now that he thought about it, he probably should have been a bit more prepared, maybe sorted out some stock phrases like he would have done for court. Oh, well. It was water under the bridge by now. Spencer could wing it from here.
In most normal situations, Bryce would never have looked Spencer in the eyes. However, when he was in the locker room or in the ring, he seemed to become a completely different person. It was his place, his zone, and no one could make him feel uncomfortable there. Not to mention the fact that Bryce was completely naked and completely exposed. If someone wasn't going to make a big deal out of that, then there was no reason for him to be all that shy around him at the current moment. Also, keeping eye contact was an easy way to keep one's eyes from wandering into areas that they didn't belong.
"What do you mean, top or bottom?" Those were terms that Bryce had never heard of before. Throughout his life, Bryce had always remained rather sheltered. For most of that, it was self-inflicted because of some of his proclivities. Because of this sheltering, the meanings behind the two words was completely lost on the massive man. Realizing he was still naked, Bryce stood up off the bench, grabbed the shorts from his locker, and slid them on, bending over and away from Spencer to slip them up. "I am confused..."
Dear god, was Bryce that naive? So utterly clueless and inexperienced with the physicality of his sexual orientation that he didn’t even know what a top or a bottom was? For a second, Spencer questioned whether Bryce was gay at all, but then he remembered how much experience he’d had with this sort of thing and his success rate at identifying someone’s sexuality by picking up on their actions. Bryce acted gay. Yes, he was as butch as a lesbian with a toolkit, but gays came in all shapes and sizes. It boiled down to the fact that Bryce had blatantly checked out his male housemates. That sort of action didn’t lie.
Spencer groaned and rolled his eyes. “I mean which floor your room is on,” he said with a frustrated shrug, retreating. Bryce was not picking up on his hints like he’d hoped.
He returned to putting his clothes on, pulling on the rest of his attire. By now, Spencer was frustrated. With the boxer clearly having no idea about any vaguely homosexual terms, the lawyer would have to be far more blunt.
“In fact, no,” he said, turning around. “That wasn’t what I was asking at all. I was asking whether you preferred to give or receive anal sex.” He clenched his jaw slightly, irritated, the expression on his face showing a you can’t run away from that, whatcha gonna do now? attitude.
With how little Bryce knew about sexuality in general, it was to be expected that he had no idea what those terms meant. He tended to stay as far away from anything related to sex in general, because he didn’t want people to be suspicious of anything he said. With this ignorance came a blissful lack of sexual terms that could be used while he was speaking that would cause a slip up. Bryce knew himself well enough to know that would happen if he knew terminology. He was definitely one of the most masculine gay men that he’d ever met, that was true, though to be honest he had no gaydar and could thus have met many gay men that didn’t act gay, which would then show him that he was more of a normal homosexual than he believed would be possible.
At Spencer’s groan, Bryce tilted his head, confused as to why that would cause that sort of reaction. As far as he knew, the terms “top” and “bottom” were only usable in the sense of location or ranking, such as the top floor or bottom floor, the top half of the body or the lower half, or top of the class or the bottom of the class. “Oh. I live on the third floor. I guess you could say I almost live on the top of the house, though you’re above me.”
Bryce continued to sit there in all his glory while Spencer continued to dress. He had to admit, this was probably the longest he’d been in a locker room with another guy while he was naked and not showering. While it wasn’t uncomfortable per se, it was starting to feel a little weird because he wasn’t used to it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, though, because Bryce saw it as just two guys hanging out, and because they were both men, they didn’t have much to see that they hadn’t already seen.
The other male’s change in attitude, though, caught Bryce by surprise again. Then he spoke, and Bryce’s face turned a solid beet red. “Anal...what?” It took him a moment to process exactly what Spencer said, and when he did, he started to sputter. Bryce hadn’t thought about anal sex for the longest time. The last time he had was when he’d bought that magazine he quickly disposed of. “I don’t. I’ve never done anything like that. Or anything sexual for that matter. I have no desire to figure out which I like, either.” The last part was a lie, though everything before it was the truth. The look on Spencer’s face was discomfiting, however, and his face turned a shade more red when he felt a minute stirring in his loins at the idea of participating in anal sex.
Spencer rolled his eyes and scoffed. “So you’re telling me that you’re some thirty year old virgin? Come on, Bryce. At least be vaguely honest with me.” The prospect of the boxer having no sexual experience felt ridiculous to Spencer. Whatever the man’s sexuality and whether he was in or out of the closet, he would have had at least some vague participation under his belt. Spencer wasn’t stupid. He knew that practically all gay men had at least some experience with anal and most straight men had at least tried to take part in giving it, despite the disapproval of their female partners.
“Look,” Spencer said, trying to appear calming and soothing as he sat next to the boxer. “There’s nothing wrong with it, and if you don’t want anyone to know, then that’s fine.” He paused for a second before finally leaning in and asking quietly, “do you want to know what I like?” He kept his voice low, trying to make sure that any people watching from Experiment B couldn’t hear him. Spencer hoped that such an offer might gain Bryce’s trust and willingness to share. He was slightly worried that the boxer might spread the information which he was willing to present, but he thought it unlikely and, at the end of the day, if worse came to worse, he could claim he was bisexual, even though he personally thought the orientation to be a myth posed by closet cases. The rest of the house didn’t need to know his personal views.
When Spencer called him on his virginity, Bryce hung his head in shame and looked away. It wasn’t something that he’d advertised by any means, and even though he knew his orientation, it was still somewhat shameful to admit that he hadn’t even slept with a woman to prove his supposed heterosexuality. In a soft voice, clearly disheartened by this fact, he said, “I’ve never slept with anyone. I’ve never had the chance to do so because I’ve been too busy with work.” The last sentence was partially true. Work kept him relatively busy so he had very little time to worry about romancing someone, though there were times where he could have at least gone out and gotten drunk and hooked up with someone, regardless of gender (though he would certainly prefer men). Yet he didn’t.
Spencer’s claim was confusing for Bryce. There was nothing wrong with what? Unless...no, Spencer couldn’t know. There was no way. Bryce hadn’t done anything in Spencer’s view that would even hint at it. How could he know? He couldn’t know. His mind was made up and there was nothing that could be said to convince him otherwise. Clearly he was safe. When Spencer asked if he wanted to know what he liked, Bryce’s first reaction was to deny the offer. Yet, he was curious if he admitted it to himself. Something in him wanted to know what it was that Spencer liked even though he was as close as he was. Before he could stop himself, the boxer found himself saying, “What do you like?” He was confused that the male was so quiet because Bryce was pretty sure that he didn’t have to worry about people walking in at that time. It was rare for anyone to be in the gym when Bryce was.
Spencer bit his lip and smirked. Bryce had encouraged him. That was a start. He didn’t hesitate and instantly leaned in to speak in a low voice yet still make sure Bryce could hear him. He kept his gaze fixed on the other mind, speaking to him with a significant level of intensity.
“I like strong arms gripping my shoulders, desperate, shallow panting for breath and carnal groans as I pound them hard.” He smiled and shifted back, shrugging in a deliberately overly whimsical manner. “But that’s just my personal preference. Now do you want to tell me about yourself?” After all, Spencer had shared a bit about what he was interested in. It was only fair now that Bryce should do the same. The lawyer still didn’t believe that the other man had no sexual experience whatsoever, but even if he didn’t at least he could confirm Spencer’s suspicions as to his sexuality. That’s all Spencer really wanted. He could most definitely work with that. Manipulation? Most definitely. Blackmail? Perhaps. If things got nasty. Spencer could always shift Bryce off whenever he felt like it. For now, the boxer had the potential of being vaguely useful. Besides, Spencer didn’t have much to blackmail Bryce with anyway.
His gut reaction was to lean away from the other man when he got closer, but Bryce stayed where he was. He didn’t want to seem rude to this person who was invading his personal space. Yet if he had known what the other man was going to say, he would never have asked in the first place. Bryce would have kept his mouth shut or walked away. Instead, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he learned things about Spencer that he didn’t really want to know.
The words that were spoken had a definite effect on Bryce, turning him red all the way down to his neck. To go with that, his mind started imagine what it was that Spencer was speaking of, except instead of just a random set of strong arms, it was his strong arms. Suddenly he turned an even darker shade of red, and there was an easy to see stirring in his shorts. He scratched his head and let out a nervous chuckle, trying to stop focusing on the fact that he felt turned on. “I like women. Their soft skin, the way their bodies curve, the gentleness of their faces.” Regardless of how bad of a lie it was with the way his body was reacting, it was obvious that Bryce wasn’t speaking with malice, it was just something that he didn’t want to admit for his own reasons. Deep down, Bryce knew that even if he told anyone here, it was unlikely that it would ever get out, plus, he was planning on retiring from his job. Maybe he could be convinced to say what he didn’t want to say.
Spencer couldn’t help but smile broadly, his expression painfully smug. His point had very much been proven. A person had to relish in their victory for at least a little bit.
“Sure you do,” he said sarcastically, clearly demonstrating his lack of belief in Bryce’s statement. He let his eyes flutter down to Bryce’s crotch, showing the other man that he’d noticed some obvious tenting, before winking. Spencer was a pro at spotting the occasional erection and, having caught sight of it in his peripheral vision as soon as he’d begun to speak with some vague eroticism, today was no exception.
“I’m impressed though. Your description of women did seem surprisingly flattering for a guy who likes cock,” he shrugged. “Personally, I would have probably gotten lost, describing their hair and kneecaps or something. So well done for that.”
He wondered if the other man would break down now and admit his sexuality or just continue to deny it. Spencer had seen it work either way before. One time he came out of it with a black eye, another time he left with a number and a satisfying ringing in his ears. In his eyes, Bryce could have gone either way at this point.
For a moment, Bryce thought that he was going to lose consciousness because he felt himself blush so badly. It was bad enough that he had a guy here talking to him about sex with another man, but that guy also had to notice that the topic was turning him on. To go with that, it sounded like his companion didn’t believe a word of what he was saying. It was too much for Bryce to handle, but he couldn’t move himself from the bench he was sitting on. It was almost like he was afraid that if he moved, he would just give in right there.
A sputtering noise was produced by Bryce when Spencer called him out on his fib. It was probably the best description of the things about women that could be liked that the boxer had ever produced for someone asking about his sexuality. Was there nothing that Bryce could say that would convince the other that he was as straight as he claimed to be, even if his crotch was saying otherwise? Probably not because there was no hiding what it was that he was getting excited about. There was no way to claim that talking about a woman’s curves and soft face were enough to get him as excited as he was.
Yet instead of answering, Bryce just shook his head and looked away from Spencer. He wasn’t going to admit it unless Spencer did or said something to make him say it. He was just too stubborn to admit it on his own. It was impossible for the mountain of a man to even look at Spencer right now because he was ashamed to admit what he was attracted to.
Spencer just shrugged at Bryce’s lack of response. The lawyer had already got what he had come for and, quite frankly, he didn’t need any verbal announcement just yet, at least not right now anyway. Bryce’s silence and body language was more than a good enough answer.
“Fine,” Spencer said with a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You don’t have to say it out loud just yet.” Poor closet cases. They had such a tough time on occasion. Spencer could relate in his own small way but, to be honest, he had been out for so long and his departure from the closet had been so uneventful that he perhaps didn’t quite fully understand the gravity of some peoples’ sexuality, the stress and weight of having someone actually know it. Nevertheless, Spencer intended to use that issue later.
“You can keep quiet about it for the moment, but by the end of the week, I will fuck you. Or someone else will.” He said it as casually as he could muster. He was very confident. After all, having received such a glorious reaction from just a quick sexual sentence, actually having sex with Bryce would be a walk in the park, if he didn’t pass out first.
Thinking that was a good note to end on, Spencer turned to leave, fairly confident that he’d made his mark.