Training Day
Title: Training Day
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: none, features Chris and Seth
Rating: none
Author's Note: Chris wheedles Seth into helping him exercise. Seth manages to tolerate his presence.
Chris belongs to me, Seth belongs to guiltycross.
A year ago, Chris had made a decision between buying some really great accessories for his computer, or buying Under Armour for when he worked out. The decision had been a difficult one, but in the end, Under Armour won out, it’s sexy sleekness calling out to him. He could remember well that wonderful shopping trip. He’d asked for assistance from the clerk-the highly attractive clerk-who proceeded to show him their line for work out clothes, and asked him if he preferred the tighter or looser fit, explaining that not everyone felt comfortable with the second-skin wear.
Chris assured him he was perfectly comfortable. He left that day with a dark red metal mock t, long sleeved and flexible for all weather conditions; a pair of black soccer shorts; and the clerk’s phone number. And yes, the clerk looked very good in the second skin Under Armour. He also looked good without it.
Now he changed into his gear, checking himself out in his full length closet mirror. He patted his abs, then his butt. “Not bad, Chris. Not bad at all,” he murmured. Waltzing out of his bedroom, he ran into Graham, who was on his way to his own room. He paused.
“Oh, weird! What’s that?” Graham asked, staring at the skintight top.
Chris flashed him a grin. “What? You’ve never heard of Under Armour?” He flexed for him. “Feel it.”
Graham reached out a hand, then pulled it back. “You’re not gonna do something weird are you?” he asked suspiciously. His fingers tingled to touch, though.
The older male huffed, offended. “No, I’m not gonna do anything weird. Just feel it. It’s nice. You should get some.” He maybe leered a little.
Again, he reached out and this time let his fingers brush over Chris’s shoulder. “Weird,” he murmured, which seemed to be about the only word he could use. Then he smirked and shook his head. “I’m not wearing anything that tight. It looks good though.”
Chris beamed. “Of course it does. It’s on me.” He blew him a kiss. “Well, I’m off to get some hard core training done with Seth.”
He received a knowing smile in return. Chris pretended not to notice the look Graham gave him, and headed downstairs. The exercise room was located in the basement. It was pretty upscale-there really wouldn’t be any point of going to a gym for $2000 when they had all this. A Bow Flex, bench press, rowing machine, a variety of weights, punching bag, and-Chris’s favorite-stability balls. They were just so fun to roll around on.
It saw quite a bit of use. Even Brooklyn did her yoga down here-her mat was rolled up in one corner. Just not when anyone else was down there. She got irritated when she was interrupted. Chris thought yoga was supposed to make a person more relaxed, but he doubted there was a single thing in the known universe that could get Brooklyn to relax.
Seth was waiting, looking sexily impatient in his loose shorts and sleeveless top, arms crossed over his chest, scowl on his face. He eyed Chris as he came in-unfortunately, not appreciatively.
“You wear that outside?”
“’Course I do. It’s for all kinds of weather. Hot, cold, rain, snow. It’s not like I don’t look good in it.” Chris struck a pose, all the better for Seth to admire him in.
Seth just snorted. “Can we get started?” He pulled out a mat-not Brooklyn’s, who would dare?-and set it out on the floor.
He saluted. “Aye, captain!”
“Remember, you promised not to be an ass,” Seth warned him.
Chris’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not!” he protested.
“Uh huh. Okay, so what do you want to focus on?” Seth asked him, getting down to business. He stood across from him, fixing him with that stare Chris found so delicious. No, it wasn’t a good stare, but it was so utterly Seth.
“I’m sort of having back pain, I’d like to try to relieve that.”
Seth nodded and gestured for him to lay on the mat. “Okay, lie down on your back. Knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Cross your arms over your chest.” He got down on his knees, bending over Chris to adjust him properly. “Okay. Now tilt your pelvis up, push your lower back to the floor, and lift up your arse.” Chris started to grin, but Seth gave him a warning look, and it immediately wiped away as he did what he was told. “Okay, hold for five seconds, and lower. Repeat five times.”
Chris did so, keeping his breathing even, though his back protested slightly against the stretch. Seth led him through some more exercises for the back. Every so often, he’d have to touch him to move him into the proper position, or to keep him there. Chris wanted to smile or make some sort of comment, but he knew if he did that Seth would call it quits. So he kept himself serious, and obeyed each instruction Seth gave him.
“You’re not very flexible,” Seth commented sourly. “You’re too tight.”
“We can’t all be gymnasts,” Chris pointed out as Seth held him by the shoulders.
“Lie back down again, bring your legs up in the air and keep your palms flat at your sides.” He smacked his legs. “Come on, knees straight.” Chris scowled at him. “Okay, now bring your legs up like you’re going to touch your toes above your head.”
“What?!”
“Do it, you big baby.”
“Ow, fuck, ow, no. Get off, it hurts,” Chris complained, rolling back up into a sitting position. His face was a little red. Seth gave him a withering glare.
“You’re not gonna help yourself if you won’t do the exercises.”
“I can’t do that one. It hurts,” he repeated. He rubbed his back with a pained expression.
Seth raised an eyebrow. “Do it every day and it won’t hurt anymore.” He glanced at his watch. “Was there something else you wanted to work on?”
“Let’s play with the balls. Can we play with the balls?”
His sexy blonde trainer narrowed his eyes at him. Chris grinned at him quite innocently, and waved at the stability balls.
“They’re for stretching,” he pointed out.
“I just wanna roll around on them.”
“Chris-” he sighed.
He grinned and bounded over to them, rolling one towards Seth. “Come on, loosen up a little. It’s fun.” He laid himself down over the other ball, absolutely ridiculous and not caring, and started to roll. He fell sideways, laughed, and did it again.
Seth watched him with an expression of utter disdain, doing nothing more than sitting on the balancing ball Chris had rolled his way. He watched as the older-older?-male rolled forward and hit his head on the mat. Seth bit back a laugh. Chris rolled off the ball and rubbed his head, his hair hanging in his eyes. He gave him a grin that was so pure and happy and non-lewd that Seth almost-almost-smiled back.
“I think this is the best way to end a training session. You’ll give in eventually and do it too.” He got up and stretched his arms into the air, the Under Armour moving perfectly with his muscles.
“No, I won’t,” Seth said firmly.
“When’s our next session?” Chris asked, changing the subject. He rolled his ball next to Seth and sat down on his, bouncing only a little.
Seth looked uncertain. “Uhh….”
“Oh, come on,” he pleaded. “I was good, I behaved. Didn’t I?”
He considered it. “Well, yeah. I guess so.” He scratched his head. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
Chris beamed at him, reached out and grabbed his hands, and pulled him off the ball. Seth, usually graceful, was so startled he almost stumbled into him. “Okay, I’ll put everything away. Thanks, Seth.” He would have hugged him then, but released his grip on his hands, remembering where hugging had gotten him the last time.
Seth paused on his way out, holding onto the stair rail. “Chris… You know you can do these exercises on your own?”
Chris turned around from where he was rolling up the mat. “Well, yeah, I suppose I could. But that’s lonely.” He grinned, turned back around, and finished rolling the mat up. By the time he’d put it away and got the stability balls back in their place, Seth had gone.
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: none, features Chris and Seth
Rating: none
Author's Note: Chris wheedles Seth into helping him exercise. Seth manages to tolerate his presence.
Chris belongs to me, Seth belongs to guiltycross.
A year ago, Chris had made a decision between buying some really great accessories for his computer, or buying Under Armour for when he worked out. The decision had been a difficult one, but in the end, Under Armour won out, it’s sexy sleekness calling out to him. He could remember well that wonderful shopping trip. He’d asked for assistance from the clerk-the highly attractive clerk-who proceeded to show him their line for work out clothes, and asked him if he preferred the tighter or looser fit, explaining that not everyone felt comfortable with the second-skin wear.
Chris assured him he was perfectly comfortable. He left that day with a dark red metal mock t, long sleeved and flexible for all weather conditions; a pair of black soccer shorts; and the clerk’s phone number. And yes, the clerk looked very good in the second skin Under Armour. He also looked good without it.
Now he changed into his gear, checking himself out in his full length closet mirror. He patted his abs, then his butt. “Not bad, Chris. Not bad at all,” he murmured. Waltzing out of his bedroom, he ran into Graham, who was on his way to his own room. He paused.
“Oh, weird! What’s that?” Graham asked, staring at the skintight top.
Chris flashed him a grin. “What? You’ve never heard of Under Armour?” He flexed for him. “Feel it.”
Graham reached out a hand, then pulled it back. “You’re not gonna do something weird are you?” he asked suspiciously. His fingers tingled to touch, though.
The older male huffed, offended. “No, I’m not gonna do anything weird. Just feel it. It’s nice. You should get some.” He maybe leered a little.
Again, he reached out and this time let his fingers brush over Chris’s shoulder. “Weird,” he murmured, which seemed to be about the only word he could use. Then he smirked and shook his head. “I’m not wearing anything that tight. It looks good though.”
Chris beamed. “Of course it does. It’s on me.” He blew him a kiss. “Well, I’m off to get some hard core training done with Seth.”
He received a knowing smile in return. Chris pretended not to notice the look Graham gave him, and headed downstairs. The exercise room was located in the basement. It was pretty upscale-there really wouldn’t be any point of going to a gym for $2000 when they had all this. A Bow Flex, bench press, rowing machine, a variety of weights, punching bag, and-Chris’s favorite-stability balls. They were just so fun to roll around on.
It saw quite a bit of use. Even Brooklyn did her yoga down here-her mat was rolled up in one corner. Just not when anyone else was down there. She got irritated when she was interrupted. Chris thought yoga was supposed to make a person more relaxed, but he doubted there was a single thing in the known universe that could get Brooklyn to relax.
Seth was waiting, looking sexily impatient in his loose shorts and sleeveless top, arms crossed over his chest, scowl on his face. He eyed Chris as he came in-unfortunately, not appreciatively.
“You wear that outside?”
“’Course I do. It’s for all kinds of weather. Hot, cold, rain, snow. It’s not like I don’t look good in it.” Chris struck a pose, all the better for Seth to admire him in.
Seth just snorted. “Can we get started?” He pulled out a mat-not Brooklyn’s, who would dare?-and set it out on the floor.
He saluted. “Aye, captain!”
“Remember, you promised not to be an ass,” Seth warned him.
Chris’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not!” he protested.
“Uh huh. Okay, so what do you want to focus on?” Seth asked him, getting down to business. He stood across from him, fixing him with that stare Chris found so delicious. No, it wasn’t a good stare, but it was so utterly Seth.
“I’m sort of having back pain, I’d like to try to relieve that.”
Seth nodded and gestured for him to lay on the mat. “Okay, lie down on your back. Knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Cross your arms over your chest.” He got down on his knees, bending over Chris to adjust him properly. “Okay. Now tilt your pelvis up, push your lower back to the floor, and lift up your arse.” Chris started to grin, but Seth gave him a warning look, and it immediately wiped away as he did what he was told. “Okay, hold for five seconds, and lower. Repeat five times.”
Chris did so, keeping his breathing even, though his back protested slightly against the stretch. Seth led him through some more exercises for the back. Every so often, he’d have to touch him to move him into the proper position, or to keep him there. Chris wanted to smile or make some sort of comment, but he knew if he did that Seth would call it quits. So he kept himself serious, and obeyed each instruction Seth gave him.
“You’re not very flexible,” Seth commented sourly. “You’re too tight.”
“We can’t all be gymnasts,” Chris pointed out as Seth held him by the shoulders.
“Lie back down again, bring your legs up in the air and keep your palms flat at your sides.” He smacked his legs. “Come on, knees straight.” Chris scowled at him. “Okay, now bring your legs up like you’re going to touch your toes above your head.”
“What?!”
“Do it, you big baby.”
“Ow, fuck, ow, no. Get off, it hurts,” Chris complained, rolling back up into a sitting position. His face was a little red. Seth gave him a withering glare.
“You’re not gonna help yourself if you won’t do the exercises.”
“I can’t do that one. It hurts,” he repeated. He rubbed his back with a pained expression.
Seth raised an eyebrow. “Do it every day and it won’t hurt anymore.” He glanced at his watch. “Was there something else you wanted to work on?”
“Let’s play with the balls. Can we play with the balls?”
His sexy blonde trainer narrowed his eyes at him. Chris grinned at him quite innocently, and waved at the stability balls.
“They’re for stretching,” he pointed out.
“I just wanna roll around on them.”
“Chris-” he sighed.
He grinned and bounded over to them, rolling one towards Seth. “Come on, loosen up a little. It’s fun.” He laid himself down over the other ball, absolutely ridiculous and not caring, and started to roll. He fell sideways, laughed, and did it again.
Seth watched him with an expression of utter disdain, doing nothing more than sitting on the balancing ball Chris had rolled his way. He watched as the older-older?-male rolled forward and hit his head on the mat. Seth bit back a laugh. Chris rolled off the ball and rubbed his head, his hair hanging in his eyes. He gave him a grin that was so pure and happy and non-lewd that Seth almost-almost-smiled back.
“I think this is the best way to end a training session. You’ll give in eventually and do it too.” He got up and stretched his arms into the air, the Under Armour moving perfectly with his muscles.
“No, I won’t,” Seth said firmly.
“When’s our next session?” Chris asked, changing the subject. He rolled his ball next to Seth and sat down on his, bouncing only a little.
Seth looked uncertain. “Uhh….”
“Oh, come on,” he pleaded. “I was good, I behaved. Didn’t I?”
He considered it. “Well, yeah. I guess so.” He scratched his head. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
Chris beamed at him, reached out and grabbed his hands, and pulled him off the ball. Seth, usually graceful, was so startled he almost stumbled into him. “Okay, I’ll put everything away. Thanks, Seth.” He would have hugged him then, but released his grip on his hands, remembering where hugging had gotten him the last time.
Seth paused on his way out, holding onto the stair rail. “Chris… You know you can do these exercises on your own?”
Chris turned around from where he was rolling up the mat. “Well, yeah, I suppose I could. But that’s lonely.” He grinned, turned back around, and finished rolling the mat up. By the time he’d put it away and got the stability balls back in their place, Seth had gone.