Published: September 4th 2025, 7:27:13 am
🇫🇷Dimitri finissait une série de développé couché, la peau brillante de sueur, les muscles tendus comme des câbles. À quelques mètres de là , Matt observait discrètement. Il était venu renforcer sa puissance pour le rugby, mais ses yeux revenaient toujours vers le colosse.
En ramassant ses haltères, Dimitri croisa son regard. Il esquissa un sourire qui brisa la distance. Matt, audacieux, s’approcha et demanda quelques conseils. Dimitri posa sa main sur son épaule pour corriger sa posture ; le contact électrisa instantanément l’air.
Les minutes passèrent, les séries s’enchaînèrent, mais la complicité prenait plus de place que l’entraînement. Entre deux éclats de rire et un regard appuyé, le sous-entendu devint évident.
— On s’arrête là ? souffla Matt.
— On peut continuer… ailleurs, répondit Dimitri, le ton grave.
Chez lui, l’atmosphère changea. Le silence pesait d’une tension délicieuse. Un simple geste suffit : Dimitri posa son sac, Matt s’approcha, leurs épaules se frôlèrent. Leurs souffles se mélangèrent, et très vite les draps remplacèrent les haltères.
Sous la couette, les rires devinrent soupirs. La force brute du rugbyman et la puissance sculptée du bodybuilder se découvrirent autrement : non plus en confrontation, mais dans une étreinte. La chaleur des corps se mêla, les cœurs battant à l’unisson, jusqu’à ce que le temps semble suspendu.
Ce jour-là , l’entraînement s’acheva non pas dans la salle, mais dans l’intimité d’un après-midi où la passion prit toute la place.
🇺🇸Dimitri was finishing a set of bench presses, his skin glistening with sweat, his muscles tense like cables. A few meters away, Matt watched discreetly. He had come to strengthen his strength for rugby, but his eyes always returned to the colossus.
Picking up his dumbbells, Dimitri caught his eye. He smiled a smile that bridged the distance. Matt, boldly, approached and asked for some advice. Dimitri placed his hand on his shoulder to correct his posture; the contact instantly electrified the air.
Minutes passed, sets followed sets, but the complicity took over the training. Between two bursts of laughter and a pointed look, the implication became clear.
"Shall we stop here?" Matt whispered.
"We can continue... somewhere else," Dimitri replied, his tone serious.
At home, the atmosphere changed. The silence weighed with a delicious tension. A simple gesture was enough: Dimitri put down his bag, Matt approached, their shoulders brushed. Their breaths mingled, and very quickly, the sheets replaced the dumbbells.
Under the duvet, laughter turned to sighs. The rugby player's brute strength and the bodybuilder's sculpted power revealed each other in a different way: no longer in confrontation, but in an embrace. The warmth of their bodies mingled, their hearts beating in unison, until time seemed to stand still.
That day, training ended not in the gym, but in the privacy of an afternoon where passion took over.