I am Nick's barbells.

Silly, you think? Maybe, but the things I've seen ... and felt...

He comes to me at random hours of the day or night and I am always ready. His dress is always casual. I've seen him in next to nothing, a rare privilege, I know.

He takes me firmly in his hands, grasping me with his strong fingers. They flex against me settling his grasp lest he drop me.

Slowly he brings me to his chest and I touch him gently. I can feel the rise and fall of his muscles as he breathes with the efforts of his exertion. It has been several years now that we have interacted thus, and he has grown, my Nick has. No longer a boy, he is a man with a man's physique.

He strains with the demands of his body and sweat glistens on his skin and runs in rivulets beneath his damp tank top. Droplets form on his brow and fall with abandon on my curves; their heat brands me with his scent.

I savor this time together knowing that I have played an integral part in making him the man he has become.

I am Nick's barbells.

11-30-00

Nick Vignettes | BSB Fic | Home