Casey had insisted on staying back late to catch up on some paperwork, so Heath had stayed back too. He busied himself with cleaning and repairing the equipment while he waited for Casey to finish. They actually made a pretty good team.

"Well, I'm done," Casey announced, stepping from the office and making a show of stretching.

"Hey Case, we're owning the shit outta this whole gym thing don't ya reckon?"

"Totally," Casey agreed with a smile.

"Indi was right you know, it's all thanks to my awesome people skills."

"I think she just said that to be nice."

"Oi!" Casey grinned when he got the reaction he was looking for.

"Anyway, it's obviously due to my outstanding administrative skills and excellent managerial qualities," Casey went on matter-of-factly.

"No way," Heath protested.

"Yes way."

"As if. What's a gym without people? Are we gonna teach the calculator to lift weights? It's definitely my motivational skills. I mean, who wouldn't want abs like these?" Heath lifted his shirt up to show them off. Satisfyingly, it took Casey more than a moment to raise his eyes to Heath's face. But when he did, the look in them was unimpressed, apparently Casey was a good actor.

"So basically our success is all because of how hot you are?"

"Basically," Heath shrugged, who was he to argue with an obvious truth?

"Uh-huh," Casey said slowly, acting as though he wasn't convinced, but then a mischievous smile crept onto his face. "Well I knew there had to be some perks to being with a personal trainer because there is no denying you are totally fit." That was more like it. "Now," Casey said, closing the gap between them, "I'm pretty sure we stared something here once that we never got to finish..." Heath's mind was cast back to the day they'd lost control in the office.

"Remind me, where were we again?" Heath asked lustfully.

"Well..." Casey purred, grabbing fistfuls of Heath's singlet and walking backwards into the office, pulling Heath with him, "...you had me pinned to the desk, and this..." Casey paused to pull Heath's singlet off, "was nowhere in the picture." He tossed the offending item of clothing away.

"I remember now," Heath said as Casey's lips found the bare skin of his chest. Both his mind and his body were quickly reverting to that state of urgency. Heath pushed Casey back and leaned in, capturing Casey's mouth in one of those heated kisses.

"What was next?" Casey asked feverishly, as Heath worked his lips down Casey's neck. Heath pulled back to look Casey in the eyes. He loved the unguarded look that Casey got in these moments. And for now it felt like they had all the time in the world to enjoy this.

"I'd say it's time to use that imagination of yours..."

xxx

Bianca was already in bed when Heath got home, hopefully she was already asleep.

"Why are you so late?" Na, she wouldn't be. It was amazing how quickly that brought Heath's high crashing down. It wasn't an unreasonable question on Bianca's part, but Heath still didn't want to have to answer it. He came home because he couldn't see another option, but it was getting harder and harder to do so, for a couple of reasons. The main one was that he'd rather be with Casey, but he also felt like a complete fucking asshole for what he was doing to Bianca. But wasn't there some saying about not being able to help how you feel? Was it his fault he'd fallen in love with Casey?

"We had some stuff to do at work." Should he point out that the time he came home without showering first she hadn't liked it?

"You and Casey," Bianca said and Heath didn't like her uppity tone.

"Yeah," he bit back.

"And you couldn't pick up the phone? I always message you when I'm going to be late."

"I'm sorry alright, I just didn't think of it." One late night really wasn't that big of a deal.

"You would have if it'd been one of your precious brothers waiting for you."

"What's that 'sposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounded like, you always put them first."

"Don't tell me what I do and don't do with my brothers. You don't know anything about it!" Or so Heath hoped. God, what if she suspected something?

"How dare you say that to me! I've put up with a lot of crap from you Braxton's!" She finished with emphasizing her point by hurling his pillow at him.

"Thanks," Heath said sarcastically as caught the pillow and then he headed for the couch. He settled down on the lumpy cushions, aware that the shittiest nights sleep he'd ever had was about to follow. Well that would have been if he could sleep at all. Heath huffed with frustration at the whole situation. He wasn't really angry at Bianca. He was angry at himself for lying to her, but mainly he was angry that he could never really have what he wanted. Even if he did leave Bianca, there was no real future for him and Casey. Casey, Casey, Casey...after an hour of tossing and turning and churning thoughts Heath couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and snuck next door, careful not to wake Ricky or Kyle. If he did get caught here in the morning it wouldn't be unusual, he did plenty of early morning trips over here to raid the fridge. Heath crept into Casey's room and climbed into bed beside him. He wrapped his arm around Casey and it felt so good to be this close to him again. He felt Casey stir and fumble about sleepily with Heath's hand, tucking it in close to his chest.

"Mmm Heath...took you long enough..." Casey mumbled. Heath didn't say anything, he just snuggled in closer behind Casey, glad that this wasn't going to be the crappy night he had anticipated after all.

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