Enchanting

Posted on Mon Jun 19, 2023 @ 7:10pm by Lieutenant Commander Tristor Kaz MD

Mission: Interludes - These Are Our Voyages...
Location: Ship's Gymansium

Lieutenant Henri Gregoire woke early to make sure he had time to visit the gym before his shift. He like to start his day with some cardio, it just put him on track to have a good day. As he changed in the fitness center's locker room he checked what time it wads,and heard a set of lockers slamming near him. His pale hazel eyes watched the moving lats, delts and glutes of a linebacker-built security officer with a towel wrapped around his waist head toward the showers, his skin as rich as mahogany. Compared to beefcake like that, Henri felt very, very small. 'I'm never gonna look like that.' He thought.

Henri looked down at his very pale and freckled, much thinner self and flexed his bicep. Yeah, that guy could knot me like a pretzel, he thought to himself. The rural Oregonian shut his locker and threaded on his gym shorts, checked the status of his pit with a quick sniff- very okay- and decided to find the closest stair-climber for some cardio. The room was chocked full of the beefy, the lean and wiry, the chiseled and the rippling. What? Was Security told to fitness up, or was this just their usual calisthenics time?

Gregoire has no idea, passing an Andorian practicing some boxing moves with a Human. Henri finally settled on a treadmill as the stair-climbers were all occupied. He set it to a fast walk that soon enough had him glossing out in light sweating jog.

The young man's red hair caught Tristor’s eye the second he entered the Gym. His slender framed filled the Trill’s sight as he he stepped onto the treadmill. Quickly, the doctor took the machine next to the young human and began working up to a similar pace. “I take it you aren’t with them?” He said indicating the other occupants with a smile, his breath shallow as he spoke.

The man who stepped up looked a little older than the fresh-faced ginger, but what caught his eye were the same strange, C, L and T shaped spots on either side of his forehead. "No," Henri said with a breathy chuckle. "No, those guys are from a whole other planet seems like." Wyatt's smiling eyes, did. "Are you?"

“Do I look crazy?” The Trill asked with a smile. He shook his head and chuckled. ”Just trying to keep up with the regimen I started back at the Academy.” He lifted his shirt to reveal a rather well sculpted abdomen.

Henri's smirk was irreverent, but appreciative, he couldn't help but look- briefly. So the spots went down the side of the body too? He'd never had a man he never met before flash him abs. He leaned as conspiratorially close as jogging on a treadmill would allow, "Is that how native Trill say hello? Bumping stomachs," and the ginger cocked a grin, smiling eyes wide, "Because my abs don't look like that at all!" His thin, mused smile cast forward and he sighed, looking at the stupid motivational displays on the screen. "I hear the Crepusculans do something like a twerk to show they're submissive to a leader."

Panting, the Trill thought for a moment and laughed to himself. He watched the young redhead jog with his eyes cast forward. “Care to demonstrate?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

Henri blushed a pretty fuchia over his freckles, his hand coming up to rub the side of his nose. "When I'm on this thing? I'd probably pull something." He pointed out. But he cocked a smile, one eye squinted.

"Are all Trill this confident?" Henri smiled.

Tristor let out giggle. “It takes a lot of years to get on my level.” He said.Tristor increased the speed of his machine. “You look pretty good yourself.” He indicated the young mans mid section. He winked.

Henri cocked a grin, his freckled face forward to the streaming news and infotainment on the screens before them."I'm Henri." He would've offered out his hand but his treadmill beeped and decided to pick up his pace to a jog.

“Tristor.” The doctor said with a shallow inhale. “Tristor Kaz.” Pressing a control, the Trills treadmill slowed and eventually stopped. He hopped off and grabbed a towel off a nearby rack. Wiping the sweat from his brow he spoke.” I'm sure after all this, you work up quite the appetite.” He spoke as if it were the only truth. “Join me for dinner after your shift?” It was a question, but it almost seemed like a statement.

Gregoire's eyes scanned the body that slowed and then stepped off the treadmill. He shifted his gaze, discerning the face that seemed very sure of itself. Henri met the eyes and let the statement-question hang, “Is that an order, Sir?” He deadpanned. He looked forward as a bead of sweat rolled down from his sideburn and seemed to soak into his freckles. “1800?” He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

The Trill moved to the side of Henri's machine. “Sounds good. “ he smiled a charming smile. “Wear something enchanting. “ he added, turning to head to the locker room.

"Enchanting?" Henri's eyebrows perched high.

Without an answer, Tristor turned and left Henri. He wanted a bit of mystery before they met again.