The Trainer by Jamie Lake

grabbed several apples in one hand and somehow managed to carry the bananas and other fruits and vegetables in one scoop before placing them in front of the blender.
    “You want me to wash them?” Chris asked.
    Mason chuckled, “I did yesterday with lemon and a splash of vinegar but if you want to again, have at it.”
    “No, it’s cool. It’s just... ”
    “No problem at all. You never can be too careful. You’ve got to protect yourself,” he said with another wink.
    I wish he’ d stop doing that. It’s turning me on so much, Chris thought to himself. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to look Mason in the eye because every time he did, he’d get harder. Just being around his energy was difficult enough. He was starting to regret coming to his home; starting to even wonder if he would regret hiring Mason, because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control himself.
    “So, what do you say, you cut up the pineapple?” he said , squeezing Chris’ shoulder.
    “Ow .” Chris cringed as the stabbing pain shot through his shoulder.
    “What’s wrong?” Mason asked.
    “No, I guess I’m just a little sore from yesterday and today,” Chris said, “It’s nothing.”
    “No, that’s not good. Most trainers say to work through the pain , but that’s not actually healthy for you. Tell you what, I’ve been learning some things in the reflexology class. After we fix our smoothies, I’ll give you a quick rub down.”
    Chris swallowed hard.  H is cock was pulsing at the thought of it, “Sure,” he said, “that’d be great, actually.”
    “Good , let’s get rolling,” Mason said, popping the strawberries in the blender and grabbing some ice.
    Fifteen minutes later, they had two pale green smoothies, each topped with a strawberry. Chris looked at the pile of blender attachments and stuff in the sink.
    “God, what a mess. Let me start... ”
    “No, you’re my guest. I’ll take care of that later.  Besides, we’ve got to get to that rub down of yours , and I don’t want you to stress after it.”
    Chris reluctantly agreed, trying to keep his mind off the words ‘rub down’ , as Mason lead him into his living room and handed him his glass of smoothie. As Chris sat down, Mason turned on the stereo and began playing a little Sergio Mendes from the 60s:  classy cocktail party music. The full band, female vocals, and jazzy Latin percussion were an old favorite of Chris’s grandparents, but it seemed that Mason was a fan of all kinds of music, and of all eras.
    “Cheers,” Mason said, raising his glass.
    “Cheers,” Chris responding, as they clinked glasses.
    “To friendship,” Mason added, “And all that comes with it.”
    “To friendship,” Chris said.
    “And all that comes with it,” Mason added.
    “And all that comes with it,” Chris repeated, gulping the smoothie down to drown out his mental picture of 'all that comes with it.' Chris sighed.
    “How is it?” Mason asked.
    “You know, for something with liquefied spinach in it...it's pretty damn good.”
    “Told you,” Mason said , taking another sip and then licking the outside of the glass.
    God damn that tongue, Chris thought, as he saw it rounding the edges then licking his full lips.
    Mason must have noticed him looking. “Dude,” he said.
    “What?” Chris answered, nervously.
    “You’ve got foam on your nose,” he smiled. Mason didn’t wait , but rubbed it off Chris’s nose for him.
    “Thanks. I guess it’s better than having ‘soap’ on my neck.”
    Mason blushed, his eyebrows raising. “God, that was awkward,”
    “No, it’s cool,” Chris laughed and kep t laughing. Something about it - maybe just how awkward and sheepish Mason looked - struck him as funny.
    “Well, I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Mason said, still blushing.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun,” Chris said.
    Mason shrugged. “I guess it had been a long time. I haven’t really been with anyone since my ex and I split