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This story was written for Handofblades as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of February 2019. This month's theme was quite simply "Love", and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Endless Reps

An early morning session at the gym was Chase's favourite way to start the day. Nothing particularly strenuous, at least not for his already toned and athletic form, but enough to get his heart rate up and his body engaged and energised for the day's work ahead. On top of that the time of day meant that he really didn't have to worry about gym etiquette all that much. No-one was going to complain that he was hogging this bench and its barbells for too long. No-one was going to moan at him for not having a spotter, even though he wasn't anywhere near his weight limit and wasn't even sticking to a precise set, just doing some easy reps for the fifteen or twenty minutes he had before needing to hit the showers and head off towards work. He didn't even have to dress all the way appropriately for the gym, leaving himself topless and just slipping on a pair of loose shorts before padding over to the weight room, stretching out and warming up a little, then lying down and starting to lift.

As he pumped the barbell and its two large but manageable weights on either side up and down, the wolf let his mind drift. He considered his itinerary for the day ahead, the various tasks he had scheduled to perform at work and the likely complications to them so that he could pre-empt solutions. He always found it best to think things out ahead of time, to consider all the possible problems and their solutions, so that nothing surprised him. That was how he'd become known as one of the top mechanical engineers at the firm. Reliable, unflappable, and seemingly possessing many of the answers before it had even been fully explained to him what the problem was. Chase closed his eyes and thought about circuitry malfunctions, picturing all the most likely points where short circuits could occur in several key systems and how he would best go about replacing and restoring them to functionality. He huffed and lifted the barbell over and over as he mentally inventoried the factory storeroom, going over crates of gaskets and valves and nuts and bolts of a dozen different sizes and configurations. He felt hands on his shorts, tugging them down, dragging them to his knees so swiftly that his mind was still in analytical mode. So focused on work related matters and so disconnected from his body that by the time he was able to gasp and let his eyes spring open in shock, there was already a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his flaccid cock, suckling on it, tonguing it, and hurriedly taking advantage of his pounding heart to provoke arousal in a manner that caused his cock to rather rapidly begin swelling towards a state of full erection.

"W-wha..."

His head rose from the bench as the reality of what was happening dawned on him in a more practical, unmistakable sense, and his hands clutching at the barbell trembled as he fought to hold it aloft while a wave of unexpected, unplanned pleasure crashed through him and left every muscle in his body quivering in unprepared shock. Several times Chase blinked; his vision blurred, his eyes having grown unaccustomed to the bright lights of the gym after remaining closed for so many minutes. Surprised as he was though, he wasn't upset. He wasn't angry. He didn't feel the slightest bit violated by what had and was still happening, because though his eyes couldn't yet tell him who was responsible for this obscene and public act being performed upon him, and though his mind was reeling too wildly to put an actual name to the individual, it all felt rather familiar. Rather deliciously, lewdly familiar.

And sure enough, just a short while later as his mind snapped into gear and his eyes fell into focus at last, he groaned happily as he laid eyes upon the short but strong, toned body of a mouse. A body which pulled away from him and his now fully engorged, throbbing cock with a smacking of lips and a passionate moan, only for the woman to drag her lycra top up and over her large ears, baring surprisingly large but firm breasts, and push her tight bike-style shorts down over her strong thighs to the floor. A moment later she was straddling him. Swinging a leg up and over the bench upon which he was lying with his arms still clutching the heavy barbell, and hurriedly reaching down to grasp his cock. To pull it upright, and guide it home without a word, just grunting, squeaking, moaning in ecstasy alongside the wolf's whimpers and panting gasps as he watched her body swallow up his erection like it was the most natural, simple thing in the world regardless of their location.

"A-aahh... god, Izzy..."

The wolf started to speak, but the mouse put a finger to her lips and shook her head as she started to ride him, to bounce hurriedly, urgently on his cock. Chase fell silent, and sure enough a moment or so later he realised why that was the case, his ears twitching as he heard the thud thud thud of footsteps around the corner, not approaching but indicating someone working one of the treadmills in the next room over. Just as silently, the mouse motioned up with both her hands, fists clenched, pumping into the sky then drawing them back. Chase shuddered, groaned, but nodded, and began to lift the weights once again, suddenly finding them much heavier than before, much harder to lift with the same rhythmic ease that he had possessed when he was doing so without distraction. The familiar sound of the barbells weights shifting and rattling ever so slightly in their moorings, as well as the creaking of the padded metal framed bench beneath him rang out around the room and no doubt beyond too. Assuring anyone who might have been listening in that everything in that room was going on as normal. That there was no reason anyone should come over and check out the sudden silence when there had definitely been at least one person training in there before, and thus no reason for anyone to disturb Chase and Isabella as the mouse reached down beneath her, wrapped a paw around the wolf's knot to both squeeze it and restrain it from potentially slipping inside of her, while her own motions on the lupine male's cock proceeded at precisely the same pace as his lifting of the weights in order to match up the creaking of the bench beneath them.

Visible condensation escaped the panting muzzle of the wolf as his body was pushed to new heights of unplanned exertion, and any thoughts of work prep were cast aside in favour of the rapidly building pleasure crashing through him, pleasure for which he had been so unprepared that there was no way to slow its rapid rise towards orgasm. At the same time he could see sweat running down the firm, short grey furred body of the mouse riding him. Trickling down her face, over her breasts, glistening upon her thighs as she gave herself the workout of a lifetime both in the savagery of her riding his thick cock, and also the enforced restraint of not being allowed to do what he knew she wanted to do, and sink down on that thick knot which her trembling right hand was doing such an incredible job of working within its own slick, sweat and arousal dampened grip. Neither of them were going to last long. They never did when they fucked like this, whether on the equipment, in the showers or even in either of their cars. Not just because they knew it was vital to be swift when being so public and beyond the rules of what was in any way acceptable. Not just because they were so fucking horny for one another.

They never lasted long because when they fucked like this, it meant it had been days since they'd last had the opportunity to do so in a more relaxed, free and lengthy setting. It was quick because they were so desperate for one another, and because they missed each other so much that their bodies couldn't help but be overwhelmed in short order. And sure enough, today was no exception to that fact.

"Nnhh... hh-hhhhmmnhghhh..."

Isabella's eyes bulged. She stared pleadingly, desperately down at Chase as her bouncing strokes upon his cock grew out of sync with his lifting of the weights and she pressed her free hand over her muzzle. Her cries as she came were muffled, but their wordless groaning spoke volumes in its own right, especially alongside her bulging, pleading eyes and the clutching, not to mention the wild, liberal gushing of her nether regions around his shaft. She came hard, and watching her, seeing and_feeling_ her doing so, was all it took to set Chase's knot violently throbbing within her grip, and forcing his body to bear the weight of the barbell in his grasp while he gritted his teeth, unable to free a hand to muffle any cries of his own, and endured one of the most powerful and incredible orgasms he'd felt in weeks without uttering more than a few frantic, utterly uncontrollable growls through his tightly clenched jaws.

For almost half a minute, a full sixth of the duration of their entire brief but wild fucking, Isabella rode Chase through their shared pleasure. She rode him a good ten seconds past the end of his own peak, though even as his erection found itself growing a little over-sensitive he didn't make any motion to stop or slow her, simply watching with awe and adoration as she concluded her own dripping, clenching, quaking climax in the moments that followed.

Ten seconds later, she was no longer straddling his cock. Shakily rising up and pulling away from him, stumbling a little as she reclaimed her clothes and began to slip back into those tight lycra items despite the increased sweatiness of much of her body, and other wetness soaking her inner thighs and crotch. Finally Chase too was able to set down the barbell in its rest, and pull himself into a sitting position where he could reach down and re-acquire his own shorts to cover his soaking wet crotch and still thick, swollen-knotted erection. Soon he pulled himself back to his feet, his once loose shorts now stretched by the tent of his lingering arousal, though he knew that without the constant pressure and warmth of a body around it his knot wouldn't linger for nearly as long as it might have otherwise. He stepped forward, and no sooner had Isabella finished tugging her top back into place over her beautiful breasts, he encircled her within his arms, lifted her up a foot or so off the ground to bring them eye to eye, and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you, Izzy..."

He shuddered as he felt her legs wrap around him, her arms do the same, clinging to him with a soft squeak and a loving but somewhat sorrowful whimper.

"I love you too. T-thank you for being here. I really needed this. I... I really needed you."

They rested their heads together, silent, peaceful for a moment. Then Chase whispered once more.

"I'll speak to the boss again. Fucker's more likely to listen to me just coz I'm a guy. I'll... fuck, I dunno what I'll say, but... I'll try to get him to give us some more days off together. To find a third engineer who can act as stand in a day or two a week, so we don't always have to be on opposing shifts. I'm sick... s-so fucking sick of feeling like I'm in a long distance relationship with my own wife."

Isabella squeaked softly, and nodded as she kissed Chase tenderly once again, then a little deeper, a little more passionately.

"I know. I know you'll do your best. W-we always do. But, we'll be okay. No matter what, even if we have to deal with this opposite shift bullshit for another year, o-or two... we'll be okay. And, we'll always find time for one another. Even if it's just a few minutes, crossing paths at the gym. We'll always be able to let each other know how we feel."

Chase sighed, nodded, and ever so slowly, gently and reluctantly began to lower his wife back down to the ground. Still he held her even when her feet touched the floor again though, and still he whispered to her lovingly, tenderly.

"I left a portion of lasagne in the fridge for you. Promise me you'll eat it before you go to sleep? I don't want you coming to your next shift on an empty stomach after sleeping the whole twelve hours."

The mouse blushed, and nodded.

"I promise. Although... gosh, lasagne. That's a lot of calories. I... I might need to stop back at the gym before my next shift, just to burn a couple of extra off, again."

Their eyes met. The two lovers blushed, and beamed at one another. Chase growled tenderly as he rocked his hips, and his still mostly hard cock forward against the mouse's toned belly.

"Maybe you can take a swim. Maybe I'll see you in the lockers."

Isabella giggled, nodded, but pulled away from Chase before she could get too worked up by the mere idea of that second rendezvous in the space of a day. She stepped back, towards the corner of the room, and peered around it to check that there was no-one present who might question the fact that her sweaty looking body smelled more of sex than the musk of exercise. To her sorrow, the coast was clear. She turned back towards her husband one last time, smiled, and took a deep, steadying breath to strengthen herself until the next time they could steal a few precious minutes together.

"H-have a good day, Chase. I love you."

Chase smiled, albeit sorrowfully so, and nodded to his wife as she slowly, agonisingly began to walk away from him, their paths having crossed, only to diverge once again for the next twelve hours.

"Sleep well, Izzy. I love you too."

By Jeeves

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