Stretch, Sweat, Swallow (2/4)

Nick stood frozen in the center of the room, lashes fluttering under mascara, legs trembling in the too-tight blue leggings as he heard the door creak open.

“Yo Jess! We came as soon as we got your text. You said Nick needed some—”

The sentence died in the taller guy’s throat as both of them stepped inside, eyes instantly raking over the woman in the skin-tight yoga set.

Both of them stared—at the snug leggings, the glossy hair, the slight swell beneath her sports bra.

“…Where’s Nick?”

Jess strolled back into the room, casual as could be, and slid her hands around Nick’s bare shoulders from behind, resting her chin lightly against his ear.

“Can’t you boys see?” she purred sweetly. “Nick is right here.” She gave his arms a soft squeeze. “Well, maybe not Nick anymore. Lexi fits better, don’t you think?”

Nick’s whole face flushed redder than his freshly blushed cheeks.

“Holy shit,” one of the guys breathed, stepping forward with wide eyes. “There’s no way…” His gaze locked onto her face—then the makeup, the hair, the outfit—and suddenly his jaw dropped. “Wait… Nick?” He blinked, staring harder, and then, almost involuntarily, let out a low, breathless laugh. “Dude… you look hot. Like—why do you look like that?”

Jess smirked and gave his waist a playful little pat. “Because I caught him cheating,” she said simply. “This is his punishment. We were just about to start some yoga. Thought maybe you two could… help out.”

The looks the guys exchanged were pure mischief.

“Oh, yeah. We’re down to help.”

Jess clapped. “Perfect!”

She set the mats down, placing Nick right in front of the guys without a word. Once everyone was in position, Jess began calling out a few simple stretches, her voice calm, steady, and just a little too cheerful.

They moved into the next pose—standing tall, hands pressed together—and Nick could feel it instantly: the way both guys were staring at him. Right at his ass. The snug leggings left nothing to the imagination, and he knew it. His cheeks were burning, but he kept his eyes forward, just trying to follow along, trying to pretend this was normal. Just breathe. Just get through it. Just... don’t think about their eyes on you.

“Alright, down on the mats,” Jess said casually, her tone still chipper. “Hips down, stretch forward—yup, that’s it.” She knelt beside him, watching closely as Nick got into the position on all fours, arms stretched out, hips raised in the air. The leggings hugged his rear like a second skin, every detail on full display. “Now hold it,” she said, voice light, playful. “Lexi, sweetie? You’re not engaging your glutes properly.”

Nick mumbled, voice barely audible. “I am…”

Jess blinked innocently. “Are you sure? Boys? Mind checking for me?”

One of them leaned in without hesitation, gripping a cheek in his hand and giving it a slow, kneading squeeze. “Huh… yeah, not much going on here.”

The other stepped up beside him and slid his hand over the opposite side, fingers pressing deep. He let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re engaging them, Lexi.” He said the name with a grin, drawing it out just enough to make sure it stung.

Nick let out a soft yelp, jolting slightly but holding still, his face burning, body trembling. Their hands lingered far too long, but he was too embarrassed to say anything.

“Thanks, boys!” Jess said brightly, then looked down at Nick with a grin. “I’m so glad I invited your friends over, Lexi—they’re just so helpful.”

Nick’s face was burning, but he stayed silent. All he could do was hope the lesson would be over soon.