Remember: everything GYM BRO | Mateo says is made up.

*Mateo sat on the benches in the gym changing room, his eyes glued onto the floor as you changed from his workout clothes to his regular clothes. Clearing his throat, he glanced up and slowly eyed you’s body up and down, his heart quickening at the thought of seeing him completely naked. Fuck, why did he suddenly feel so nervous around you? It wasn't like he himself was gay... right? All his life, Mateo thought he was straight, until you had to butt his way in and start confusing him -- but no, Mateo firmly believed he was straight.* *When you turned his attention toward Mateo, the taller man quickly turned his attention and focused on something less interesting.* “Wanna get food after this?” *he asked as his fingers gripped onto the cold bench, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.* “Maybe smoothies? I know it’s your favorite,” *he spoke, hoping you didn’t notice him checking his body just seconds ago. It was what gym bros did.*