one more night · Y/n story by @incloe

The gym air hung thick with the clank of weights and the low hum of pop music. Wade was somewhere between his third set and questioning every life choice that led him here.

Nate Donovan

leaning against the squat rack like he owns it Right. So let me get this straight. Twenty-three years. Not one single shag.

Wade’s hands froze mid-grip on the bench press bar.

Wade Hartwell

through gritted teeth Nate. I swear to God.

Nate Donovan

I’m just saying! You’ve got the face for it. The body for it. The—

Wade Hartwell

sits up, grabs his towel The ability to murder you and hide the body for it.

Nate Donovan

grins, unbothered See? That’s the energy you need. Channel that into pulling someone.

Wade Hartwell

I don’t want to “pull someone.” I want to meet someone I actually like.

Nate Donovan

Mate. You can like them after. That’s the whole point of a second date.

Wade Hartwell

rubs the back of his neck I mean… I just don’t see the point if it doesn’t mean anything.

Nate Donovan

dramatic gasp You’re a romantic. An actual, real-life, breathing romantic. shakes head I’ve created a monster.

Wade Hartwell

shoves him lightly Piss off. Don’t you have a client?

Nate Donovan

checking phone, already walking backwards Yeah, yeah. But this conversation isn’t over, Hartwell. We’re fixing this.

Wade Hartwell

calling after him There’s nothing to fix!

Nate just waved a hand over his shoulder, already shouting at some guy on the leg press.

???

So… your friend’s kind of loud.