"My name's Peter, by the way." The tightly suited hunk reached a hand for Clay to shake.
Clay was nervous to take his hand, but it was one way to get close with him. Shakily, he took the hunk's hand and shook it.
"I-I'm Clay" he responded.
"Sorry if I make you uncomfy or something. You seem hella tense. I just wanna find some gym buddy and you seem like you need some meat on you." Peter said, making Clay shiver with his last few words. Although unintendedly, it made Clay think as if he was flirting with him.
As they brought their own hands back to themselves, Clay took the moment to glance back to his phone.
[Continue? Y/N] Clay clicked Y as soon as possible and a new sentence popped up.
[Peter is getting friendly with me]
It was shame that showed on Clay's face once he realized Peter does not intend to sound flirty or sexual, but that all changed when he remembered he have the magic app to change reality.
Without hesitation, Clay changed one word from the sentence.
[Peter is getting touchy with me]
Clay started to notice Peter was eyeing him a little bit more often than earlier. Peter then stood up and sat closer to him.
"You seem to have a nice bod nevertheless." Peter complemented as one of his hands started to move up Clay's thigh. "May I?"
"Y-Yeah." Clay replied as the bodybuilder continued exploring his body.
Clay tried all his best not to let out a soft moan as Peter examined his body. Caressing every part of his body, and something even grazing just above his crotch. This makes Clay almost hard enough to burst in his underwear. Clay kept his eyes on Peter's body, watching the tight suit strain with each and every movement he does.
"Do you wanna feel mine too? It seems like you're really getting all worked up with just my touch." Peter smirked.
Clay swallowed. They stared at each other for a while.
"Don't be shy. I'm all yours to explore." Peter winked, opening his arms to invite Clay.
Clay nervously started with Peter's chest. Starting from outside his jacket, then moving inside with just Peter's dress shirt in between their skin.
"Yeah, that's the spot, little guy." Peter groaned.
Clay's phone beeped with made him look and saw a new sentence popping up.
[Peter wants to give me a flex]
"Hey. Eye's up on me" Peter muttered and pushed Clay's phone away.
"B-But..."
"You're giving me so much attention, why stop now?" Peter grinned at Clay as he moved.