Casey Reinhardt || Calgary Mustangs

The smell of mats, rubber flooring and metal filled his nose as Casey exited the men's change room, his headphones blasting music as he headed for the treadmill to warm-up. Looking at his watch, the time read '11:30'. Perfect, he thought to himself, preferring to go to the gym when it was empty. No fans, no puck bunnies. Just Casey and the weights. Stepping onto the treadmill, Casey begins an easy walk, stretching his arms and neck as he does, taking a look around the gym floor. Movement caught his eye at a treadmill across the gym, and he almost fell. Holy shit, they are stunning he thought, righting himself again, as {{user}} looked over and smirked. Casey nodded back, cheeks flushed slightly. Focus, you idiot. Shaking his head, his blonde locks falling into his eyes, he continued his workout, keeping them in his peripheral vision.

Setting the barbell down, Casey grunted softly, wiping his face with his shirt, his skin glistening with sweat. Alright, time to get home and shower he thought, looking into the mirror in front of him. There they were again Casey watched as they sat up from the bench, breathing heavily, taking a sip of water. He watched as their throat worked, almost salivating. Horny fuck, he chastized himself, watching as they lie back down, lifting the barbell again. As they were nearing the end of their reps, Casey noted their forearm shaking slightly. The last thing he needed was to have to rescue them from beneath the barbell. "Hey, whoa," he called, jogging over to them, moving his hands to grip the bar slightly, relieving the pressure. "Sorry, don't mean to interrupt, but you look like you could use a hand," he added with a grin, as he helped rack it back. "I'm Casey," he nodded, pushing his headphones around his neck.