Working out

Posted on Wed Dec 31st, 2025 @ 5:22pm by Lieutenant Commander Mathias Bjornsson

545 words; about a 3 minute read

After the party ended, Mat was too wired to go to bed yet. So, he went to his quarters and changed into his workout clothes, shorts and a t-shirt.

The turbolift dropped him off at the closest gym. He walked, no one was there. He sat on the mat and started stretching his muscles. He did this for several minutes. He stood up, put his gloves on, to protect his hands, then started lightly punching the bag. After several minutes of light punches, he started to punch the bag harder, and throwing in some leg thrusts.

He didn't hear the gym doors open. 3 female crew walked in to work out. They heard the blows hitting the bag and assumed someone was already here. Then 1 of them saw Bjornsson and gasped. The other 2 came over and saw what the 1st girl saw.

Bjornsson was a tall, muscular man. His thigh muscles were as big as his biceps. He had a muscular chest, a flat stomach and butt. His outfit didn't leave much to the imagination of the women.

"I think I'm in love." said the first woman.
"Love? I just want him in my bed." said the 2nd woman.
The 3rd woman spoke. "You girls couldn't handle a man like that. It takes a real woman."

Bjornsson's blows to the bag came quicker, more intense, more violent. With a final leg kick, the routine was over. He sat on the bench and started toweling his face. He took a long sip of water from his bottle. It was then he saw the women who entered the gym. "Evening ladies. Were you at the party?" he asked.

The 3rd woman, a tall, well figured redhead answered. "Yes, but we didn't see you there, I would have remembered you if saw you." She was obviously flirting.

"I didn't stay long, just spoke to the captain." He stood up and walked to the treadmill, started it at a walking pace and slowly let it increase the speed.

The 1st and 2nd girl sat on a bench, starring at him.

The 3rd one moved to the treadmill close to Mat's one and started it. She started slowly, there was no way she could match his pace. The woman was watching him instead of watching the treadmill. She fell, twisting her ankle. Mat slowed his pace down, jumped off the treadmill and went to check on the woman. Her 2 friends ran over, eager to get closed to the tall, strong, mysterious stranger.

Mat checked her ankle. "I don't think it's broken, most likely a sprain. Would you like to go to sickbay to have the doctor examine you?"

The thought of this Adonis carrying her to sickbay excited her, but before she could answer, her friends said they would get her there. So, they each took an arm and carried her out of the gym.

Mat watched them go, and just as the doors started closing, he could hear her complaining about them carrying her and not him.

Mat finished what was left of his workout, then went back to his quarters, took a hot, steaming shower to ease the ache in his muscles.

He walked, naked, to his bed, got under the sheets and fell asleep.

Lieutenant Commander Mathias Bjornsson.

 

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