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The yoga instructor who teaches classes next to Danny is incredibly hot. Unfortunately, the only way Danny has figured out how to get his attention is to blast music while he’s browsing through playlists for his own Peloton classes.
This causes the guy, Bryan, he’s since learned, to come over and politely ask Danny to turn down his music because he’s trying to hold meditation.
“I’d appreciate it if you could be mindful of the level of your music. Namaste.”
‘Polite’ was the first time.
The second time, he was polite yet strained.
“I’ve accepted the volume of your music while you hold classes, but to do this while no one is here is asking a lot of those around you.”
The third was bordering on irritation.
“I’m not really sure how else to verbalize my requests. This is getting unacceptable.”
All of it fascinated Danny. He just wanted the contact, was grateful for whatever mood their interactions came with.
Even if that meant he was deliberately antagonizing the object of his affection.
“This music is terrible,” Bryan says the next time he comes by, bluntly, no preamble this time. His srms are arms folded across his chest and there’s a deeper frown on his face than Danny’s seen before.
“It’s Ice Spice.”
“Is that a Spice Girl?”
Danny cracks up. “Good one, Bryan.”
Bryan’s frown eases. “Admittedly, I don’t know a lot of music. Or what’s popular or cool.” He looks Danny up and down, “You could tell me you dress cool and I wouldn’t know.”
“Hey, I do dress cool!”
Even his workout clothes are pretty stylish if he does say so himself.
Bryan shrugs, a grin tugging on his lips. “If you say so. I suppose this music is ‘cool’ too?”
Danny grins back. “I suppose. I’m more a PinkPantheress man personally.”
“Pink Panther what?”
“Oh my god. She’s only, like, my favorite artist.”
“Well, like I said. I’ve never really been ‘cool.’”
“Man, you teach yoga, you didn’t have to tell me that.”
Bryan laughs with his full body.
God damn, Danny wants him, ‘uncool’ and all.
“I do know a Blue Panther, though. Got into a lot of Lucha Libre as a kid.”
Danny tilts his head. “Okay, wouldn’t have tracked that part.”
They smile at each other for a moment.
“Well, I need to go back to my uncool job now, but maybe you could keep it down?”
Danny grins at him. “Maybe.”
There’s an emergency during Danny’s afternoon class in which an older woman collapses. The paramedics are called, and the nearby classes hear the commotion, including Bryan’s.
The woman stops breathing at one point, and then suddenly, because the paramedics haven’t arrived yet, Bryan is giving her CPR.
He revives her, everyone claps, and Danny is standing in stunned shock.
When the paramedics do show, they’re confused as to why everything is now fine and some yoga guy has a fan club.
Bryan has become the woman’s hero and the hit of the peloton class in general. He offers her free yoga classes and meditation, too. Danny better watch out, or he’s gonna lose his business.
When things finally clear out, it’s just Bryan and Danny standing alone together. Danny still has no idea what the hell happened in the last hour.
“Where’d you learn that?”
“Oh! I took a wilderness first aid responder course. They teach you a bunch of stuff, including CPR. I hike a lot, so I thought it might be useful.”
Danny shakes his head. “I mean, I did the dummy shit once in a high school health class, but I swear I’ve forgotten it all.”
Bryan laughs.
They stare at each other, and it feels like a moment.
Danny blinks at him. “Um. You were really great back there.”
“Ah, just trying to help.” He scratches the back of his head and pauses for a moment. “But, you know, these Peloton classes really can be dangerous, especially for older individuals.”
Danny rolls his eyes. “Like a Mr. Big situation?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Right? Danny laughs. “I still can’t believe it either.”
“No, I mean I don’t know your frame of reference.”
Danny stares at him. “Seriously? You don’t know Sex and the City? Isn’t that, like, your generation?”
“Ouch,” Bryan laughs, clutching his heart.
“I didn’t mean that you’re old or anything—”
“I’m joking, I don’t care,” Bryan says, still laughing.
“Well, good, cause neither do I,” Danny blurts out.
Oops.
Bryan stops laughing and raises an eyebrow.
“Uh. I mean.”
Bryan starts to smile, and Danny blushes.
“So you like that I’m some crotchety, uncool old man who hates your music?”
“Well, you’re not that crotchety,” Danny allows. “And uh, I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”
“Oh.” Bryan blinks in surprise.
“Sometimes I’d see you in the coffee shop before class, but you’d never notice me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I find those places very overstimulating. I don’t even like coffee, I just drink cold brew out of the necessity to function.”
Danny laughs. “The things I keep learning about you, man.” He is incredibly endeared and amused all at once. “Anyway, I literally bumped into you once on purpose.”
Bryan groans and puts his face in his palm. “I’m sorry,” he says again, sliding his fingers down his face. He looks around them. “No other classes today?”
“Nope.”
“Me neither… what if I make up for my obliviousness, and we go somewhere?”
Danny wants to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming.
Instead, he nods. “I should shower.”
“I need to pack up, at least change my shirt. Meet you in the lobby?”
“Sounds good.”
Danny is in a near state of arousal throughout his shower. This is not good. He considers jerking off just to take the edge off.
He feels like he’s back in high school. He throws on some cologne and stuffs his clothes into his duffel bag, taking the stairs two at a time.
Bryan is there already when he arrives, a smile on his face and his own duffel over his shoulder. “You smell nice.”
That definitely isn’t making Danny’s dick calm down, but it’s nice to know the effort was worth it. “Thanks, you too.”
“Oh,” he says, “beard oil,” tugging at it. “Bergamot and Patcholi.”
“Uh-huh,” Danny says.
He wants to climb this guy like a tree.
“Where should we go?” Bryan says, turning toward the exit.
“I guess the coffee shop is out,” Danny replies dryly as they walk.
Bryan laughs. “I mainly get overwhelmed in the mornings when there are so many people. It’s still light out, though. Would a walk in a nearby park be alright with you?”
Now it’s Danny’s turn to laugh. “I think that would be a first for me… and it actually sounds great.”
They take Bryan’s car, the drive not too far.
Turns out Bryan actually works for the parks department seasonally.
“Oh, so you could just come here whenever you want,” Danny says, bumping his shoulder. “We could jump gates and shit.”
“Obviously that’s why I took the gig.”
There’s a paved walkway up a hill that they take, curving around a tree near the lake, while some other people are still on lower ground.
“This is pretty,” Danny admits. He honestly doesn’t spend as much time out in nature as he probably should.
“It is.” Bryan’s hand finds his, lacing their fingers together.
Danny looks down in surprise.
“Is this okay?” Bryan asks when he realizes the object of Danny’s focus.
“Totally.”
Bryan’s smile looks a lot like relief, and Danny bumps his shoulder again.
They talk about how Danny got into the world of fitness instruction, how Bryan’s love for yoga started, their favorite things to do in town, and their families.
Bryan’s strange in that he’s not that into things most people are into, but Danny kind of likes that about him. Wants to know why he can’t tolerate TV, what his favorite books are, and why he hates social media so much when everyone Danny knows is obsessed with it.
But it’s a bit much to dive into all in one night, so he decides to save some for another time.
Because he really wants there to be another time.
“I’m glad we did this,” Bryan says as they approach his car, still hand in hand. He walks with Danny up to the passenger door.
“Me too. Only took a woman almost dying.”
Bryan laughs. He makes to let go of Danny’s hand, but Danny keeps holding it.
“Kinda not ready for it to end.”
Bryan raises an eyebrow. When he speaks, it’s in an octave Danny hasn’t heard before. “What were you thinking?”
Danny swallows. “Could go to your place. Order in. Maybe Netflix and chill.”
“I don’t have Netflix.”
Danny cracks up. The thing is, now he knows Bryan is being earnest. “Damn, I like you, Bryan.”
“Oh, fuck,” Danny gasps, grinding slowly on top of Bryan as his ass is squeezed through his boxers. He mouths along Bryan’s beard from one side of his chin to his other. “See, now this is Netflix and Chill.”
“Funny,” Bryan says, one hand sliding up Danny’s back beneath his shirt while the other continues to palm his ass, “in my day we just called this making out.”
“How vintage,” Danny murmurs, before covering his mouth again.
Bryan groans into it, nibbling at Danny’s bottom lip before kissing him deeper.
They move together, the friction driving Danny crazy in a good way, with Bryan’s hands doing the same.
Danny’s own hands have mainly been feeling up his arms and chest.
Bryan breaks the kiss, panting, one of his legs hitting the floor. “What’s also vintage might be my back and making out on couches.”
Danny giggles into his neck. “Aw, what’s all that yoga good for?”
Bryan slides his hand down Danny’s thigh. “I can show you if we move to the bedroom.”
Danny does not have to be told twice.
Bryan was not kidding. He basically gets into a downward-facing dog position over Danny, his cock straddling his face while he stretches over his body, bypassing Danny’s cock so he can eat him out from where he’s tilted back with legs up and his hips and his hole exposed.
Danny gets one hand on Bryan’s cock and the other on his hip before slowly feeding himself his length. He moans around the saltiness at the head and moans even louder when Bryan’s tongue touches his ass.
Danny’s overwhelmed by the sensations, has to breathe hard through his nose and blink away sweat.
Bryan’s tongue is thick and licking at him so slowly and thoroughly, making him quiver down to his toes.
Danny feels ready to blow already, and that’s so fucking embarrassing, he isn’t even being touched, but god.
His moans get louder around Bryan, which just makes Bryan tongue-fuck him deeper.
And then Bryan’s hand touches his cock, and it’s all over.
He nearly chokes as he starts to come, has to pull off, his whole body spasming.
“Sorry,” he gasps, “fuck, I’m sorry.”
Bryan’s hand is still on him, even as he twitches.
His tongue is still lapping around his hole.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, voice high and breathless. “We’ll work on that.”
Oh god.
Bryan keeps eating him out until Danny’s hard again. Danny’s been sucking Bryan for most of that time, too, and the guy still hasn’t come.
(At one point, Danny had to ask if he was doing something wrong.
Bryan just kissed him fiercely and said, “You’re doing everything absolutely right.”)
Turns out Bryan loves drawing out his orgasms, and he wants Danny to come at least one more time before he does.
They start 69’ing for real when Danny’s hard again. Bryan’s mouth feels incredible on his dick. They’re on their sides, and Bryan is teasing his ass with his fingers.
He kind of doesn’t want to go off again first, but he also knows it’s what Bryan wants. His hands feel incredible, squeezing Danny’s ass, his thighs, sliding between them.
Danny moans desperately against his mouthful and comes for a second time, this time with Bryan’s hot mouth clenching around him.
He pulls off for a second, panting. “God, oh fuck.”
“That’s it,” Bryan says, pulling off for a moment too, voice sounding raw now. The sounds of him lapping up Danny’s come are obscene, and it’s even more to look down and watch. His lips are stained with Danny’s cum, his mouth swollen and red. “So good.” He looks at Danny when he says it, and Danny feels the words down to his core.
“Fuck.”
He moans as he gets his mouth back on Bryan’s cock, licking around the head, closing his mouth down on him, his eyes drifting shut as he lets that praise wash over him.
“Oh fuck, Danny.”
Danny sucks him harder, starts jerking him with his hand.,
“Oh fuck, oh.” Bryan’s lips mouth down his length, and Danny shivers. He keeps sucking him even as his own cock twitches again.
He grips Bryan’s ass, squeezing, pulling him closer. Wanting him to fuck his face.
“Oh my god.”
Bryan gets the hint and starts to do it, fast and rough, just the way Danny wants it.
His lips feel swollen, his throat is aching, and he wants even more.
Bryan gives it to him, fucks his mouth until he finally comes on a gorgeous low moan, with Danny’s name on his lips.
“Your car is still at the gym,” Bryan murmurs sleepily, his arms wrapped tight around Danny.
“S’fine, you can just drive me to work tomorrow,” Danny says through a yawn, pulling the blankets up around them.
Bryan laughs. “Oh, I can. Inviting yourself to spend the night, are you?”
Danny arches an eyebrow, shifting his head back. “You kickin’ me out?”
“Didn’t say that.” Bryan pulls him closer. “But it’s polite to ask.”
Danny pushes his ass back against him. “Well, how about I ask for some morning sex tomorrow.”
Bryan slides one hand up to cover his pec, circling his nipple. “I think that could be arranged.”
They get out of the house later than Bryan normally would, but Danny happily takes all the blame for that. He’d very much distracted Bryan with his ass all backed up against his dick in bed, and then again when they were in the shower.
Bryan hasn’t fucked him yet, but, from the promises he was making in Danny’s ear this morning as he rubbed himself between his cheeks, it wasn’t a long way off.
Bryan still stops at the coffee shop for Danny, despite them running a little late, and even pays for him.
Danny holds his hand when he can tell Bryan is getting overwhelmed, navigating them out of the store and out onto the less crowded street.
Bryan smiles gratefully. They’re still holding hands as they walk into the gym. The receptionist notices and looks surprised before smiling as well.
That day, Danny didn’t need to blast his music for Bryan to come visit him.
He just does.
The End.