spread 'em
Title: spread 'em
Pairing: Jaehyo/Taeil
Group: Block B
Rating: PG?
Notes: the real question is here: DO I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LIFTING WEIGHTS? yeah i lift. jkkjkk ANYWAY this is a birthday fic for TAFFA t_affa which explains why it is jaeil (shudders) etcetcetc sorry it cant be, you know, rated but there is only so far that wine will take me also idk what i just wrote but here u go i hope you like it and if you dont well then um ill delete it
Summary: Right. Why did Jaehyo agree to learn how to weight lift again? It couldn't have anything to do with the fine ass on his personal trainer, right? Right.
Jaehyo slowly lowered the weights from over his shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. They hit each other and clanked noisily, one of them rolling off in the direction of his trainer.
He was exhausted, his shoulders burning with the effort of keeping the 20kg weights above his head for more than 30 seconds. It didn’t make any sense that his chest burned when he tried to breathe properly, when his arms were the ones doing all the work. Jaehyo’s eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of the weight room: still 20 more minutes of training before he’d be free to collapse on the floor of the changing room and hopefully not be stepped on by his fellow gym-goers.
Taeil, his trainer, bent down and picked up the weight as if it were nothing. The tattoos on his biceps bulged momentarily as he hefted the weight up and Jaehyo wondered why he had chosen to wear a muscle shirt today, of all days.
Jaehyo discreetly adjusted the front of his basketballs shorts as Taeil reached out for the other weight, the muscles in his trainer’s arms suddenly defined. Fuck. He hated muscle shirts.
Taeil stood and smirked around the lollipop in his mouth, as if he knew exactly what was running through Jaehyo’s mind.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and Jaehyo still failed to understand what was so attractive about his baby voice and baby face while his chest and arms (and legs and ass) were built like a miniature Greek god.
Jaehyo tried to remember that he was considered attractive (okay, pretty, but whatever) outside of the gym. He smiled, not sure if it was effective with his sweaty and flushed face. “I’m great,” he said, trying not to move his arms much, lest they burn. “Just great.”
The smirk on Taeil’s mouth deepened.
“Haven’t you ever lifted before?” Taeil asked, eyebrows raising. “Do you even work out?” His eyes flickered across Jaehyo’s noodle-like arms and Jaehyo cursed internally for his mind for thinking it looked like Taeil was checking him out. He just wished there was more for him to check out. Wasn’t it a thing for gay guys to hook up at the gym? But this was Korea, so he wasn’t sure if the same rule applied.
“I-I work out!” he protested, trying not to sound too offended. Just be cool, Jaehyo. He lifted his arms and stuck his hands on his hips. Well, that burned. He tried not to let the pain show on his face. “I run, usually, though. I’m not used to all this weight stuff.” He tried to wave but his arm just flopped by his side uselessly.
Taeil hmmed and looked down at Jaehyo’s thighs as he crossed over to the weight rack and deposited the weights back in their holders. Jaehyo hoped his earlier interest wasn’t showing anymore, and resisted the urge to turn around to follow Taeil.
“So you have nice legs, then?” Taeil asked, coming around Jaehyo and crossing so close behind him Jaehyo felt a breeze across the back of his sweaty neck.
“What?” Jaehyo whipped his head around. What?
Taeil snickered, and indicated Jaehyo to follow him. “Nothing. Come over here.”
He dragged Jaehyo over to a complicated looking machine that involved a huge bar and some massive weights. Jaehyo stared as Taeil indicated how it worked and what weight level he should start at, just a tiny bit intimidated and a lot turned on, especially when Taeil picked up some round weights to put on the bar. The front of his muscle shirt gaped open as he bent over and Jaehyo felt more like a pervert than he had in his entire life, especially being able to glimpse dusky nipples for a moment before Taeil straightened back up.
Taeil’s eyes caught Jaehyo’s and he tried not to flush, even though that smirk was back on Taeil’s lips.
“Now, let me show you how to work it,” Taeil said, beckoning Jaehyo over. Jaehyo was sure he hadn't imagined the extra emphasis on the 'work it' part of the command. “I need you to stand behind me, in case I need help. Got it?”
Jaehyo swallowed, coming to stand right behind Taeil. His trainer was almost so short as to fit under his chin, but his shoulders were broad and tightly muscled. Jaehyo wanted to run his hands over the skin and see if he could feel the muscles move underneath as Taeil stretched out his hands and gripped the bar.
“Hey,” Taeil said, and Jaehyo’s eyes snapped up to match his in the mirror they faced. “Focus, okay?”
Sure that Taeil could somehow read all his thoughts on his face, he just nodded and tried to concentrate.
Taeil heaved the bar up from the rests and adjusted it across his shoulders. “Now, you need to make sure you feel centered when you do this, or you might drop it. Make sure the weight is equal and your stance is good before you start, okay?”
Jaehyo nodded, somehow more interested in the sharp definition of Taeil’s calves than the way his legs were slightly more than shoulder width apart.
“Okay, and then you squat,” Taeil said, slowly dropping to a squat, the weight braced over his shoulders. “And then up,” he said, voice barely skipping as his whole body clenched and rose. Jaehyo wondered if Taeil could pick him up. Probably. And easily, too. He didn’t understand why that was even a turn on.
Taeil dropped the bar back into place and turned around. “Alright, now it’s your turn. I’ll spot you.”
Jaehyo ducked under the bar and tried to make himself comfortable. It seemed easy enough, even though a little thrill went up his spine when Taeil stepped up behind him.
Concentrate, he thought, reaching out and taking hold of the bar.
Taeil’s hands grasped at his hips for a moment, twisting him. “Feet a little farther apart,” Taeil said, right over the rise of his shoulder. Jaehyo felt his feet being kicked apart and he could see Taeil’s trainers doing it in the mirror. Heat started to curl deep in his belly, recognizing the movement from a different act entirely.
That would be interesting. Taeil standing behind him, holding his hips and sliding Jaehyo’s feet further apart, spreading him open-
“Now, crouch,” Taeil said, and Jaehyo followed without thinking. “Get a good grip, yeah, okay,” he instructed, voice low, and Jaehyo was barely thinking when Taeil said, “now, rise.”
It seemed easy enough to lift the bar that short distance, though it pressed tightly against his shoulders. Jaehyo was slightly more concerned with the way his stomach muscles had contracted and tightened that heat into something a little more noticeable.
“Okay, now squat,” Taeil said, pressing down lightly on Jaehyo’s hips. Jaehyo started to drop into the squat before he realized he was slightly off balance. The weight was too heavy for him to adjust on the way down, so he braced himself into what he thought was a squat position and tried to ignore the way the bar dug into his neck. He felt like he was going to bowl over forward.
“You’re too far forward, lean back a little,” Taeil said, pulling him back. Jaehyo struggled backwards, keeping a shaky hold on his center of balance. “Now, stand up.”
Jaehyo tried, but the weight was too much and his arms were burning. He pressed up against it, glaring at himself in the mirror, trying to push past it, but it wasn’t his thighs, it was his arms. They couldn’t keep the bar steady.
“Um, I,” Jaehyo said, not sure what to say. Help? Taeil seemed to understand, though, stepping up immediately behind him and grabbing the bar between Jaehyo’s grip and his shoulders. He lifted a lot of the weight off and suddenly it was easy for Jaehyo to rise, settling the bar back in place.
Jaehyo could feel his face burning with his failure and he was sure Taeil was going to make fun of him, but Taeil wasn’t looking at him.
“That was maybe a little too heavy for your first time, don’t worry. I’ll switch it out for something a little easier, okay?” Taeil smiled around the lollipop still pressed between his lips, but it didn’t seem malicious. “That was good, though.”
Jaehyo tried to smile back, aware that his face was burning and his arms were already shaking.
“We’ll get you up to my level before no time,” Taeil promised, turning around to pick up another, smaller weight, and Jaehyo struggled not to make a face. He wasn’t sure if he could ever do that, or if he even wanted to.
-
Jaehyo left the training 20 minutes later with places aching in his body that he didn’t even knew had muscles he could work out. Taeil had shaken his hand and Jaehyo thought he probably was able to grip it, but because he couldn’t feel anything below his elbow, he couldn’t be quite sure.
By the time Jaehyo had peeled himself out of his workout clothes, showered, and pulled his street clothes back on (it took a lot longer to do things when your fingers had trouble functioning, he discovered), he expected Taeil to be gone. What he didn’t expect was for Taeil to be up at the front desk of the gym, leaning over the counter and talking to one of the receptionists, a burly guy named Jihoon who had laughed when Jaehyo had been assigned to Taeil for weight training.
(“He’s a beast,” Jihoon had laughed, handing over Jaehyo’s gym card and locker key. “But he’s really good. You’ll do well.” Oh, how wrong Jihoon had been. Jaehyo wasn’t sure he could ever return to the gym after this, he had been so humiliatingly bad.)
Taeil perked up as Jaehyo came down the stairs. “Hey, Jaehyo! Where are you off to now?”
To die alone. Jaehyo tried not to stare at his arms. “Um, just going to get dinner maybe, and then home. You?”
Taeil smiled. The lollipop was gone and he looked cuter without it. “Same. Where are you going to eat?”
Jaehyo shrugged, not having planned anything beyond finding a food he wouldn’t need his arms to eat and then face-planting into bed. “Anywhere I come across, honestly.” He tried to heave his bag up his shoulders but his muscles burned in protest.
“Mind if I tag along? I can show you some good places for a post-workout meal around here, if you want?” Jaehyo wondered if Taeil knew he looked good braced up against the counter. Probably. Jaehyo wouldn’t be bested by something like that. Maybe he couldn’t use his arms, but he could charm the pants off Taeil anyway.
“Sure, let’s go,” he said, “lead away.”
Taeil picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, waving goodbye to Jihoon and beckoning Jaehyo to follow with one finger.
“So whipped already,” Jihoon giggled.
Jaehyo looked over in confusion, but Jihoon had already straightened his face. “Bye, see you next time!” He offered a tiny wave.
Jaehyo nodded, unable to move his arms. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t need them for the best parts of this evening.
But, then again, he was never lucky.
END
A/N: hello yes okay goodbye
Pairing: Jaehyo/Taeil
Group: Block B
Rating: PG?
Notes: the real question is here: DO I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LIFTING WEIGHTS? yeah i lift. jkkjkk ANYWAY this is a birthday fic for TAFFA t_affa which explains why it is jaeil (shudders) etcetcetc sorry it cant be, you know, rated but there is only so far that wine will take me also idk what i just wrote but here u go i hope you like it and if you dont well then um ill delete it
Summary: Right. Why did Jaehyo agree to learn how to weight lift again? It couldn't have anything to do with the fine ass on his personal trainer, right? Right.
Jaehyo slowly lowered the weights from over his shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. They hit each other and clanked noisily, one of them rolling off in the direction of his trainer.
He was exhausted, his shoulders burning with the effort of keeping the 20kg weights above his head for more than 30 seconds. It didn’t make any sense that his chest burned when he tried to breathe properly, when his arms were the ones doing all the work. Jaehyo’s eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of the weight room: still 20 more minutes of training before he’d be free to collapse on the floor of the changing room and hopefully not be stepped on by his fellow gym-goers.
Taeil, his trainer, bent down and picked up the weight as if it were nothing. The tattoos on his biceps bulged momentarily as he hefted the weight up and Jaehyo wondered why he had chosen to wear a muscle shirt today, of all days.
Jaehyo discreetly adjusted the front of his basketballs shorts as Taeil reached out for the other weight, the muscles in his trainer’s arms suddenly defined. Fuck. He hated muscle shirts.
Taeil stood and smirked around the lollipop in his mouth, as if he knew exactly what was running through Jaehyo’s mind.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and Jaehyo still failed to understand what was so attractive about his baby voice and baby face while his chest and arms (and legs and ass) were built like a miniature Greek god.
Jaehyo tried to remember that he was considered attractive (okay, pretty, but whatever) outside of the gym. He smiled, not sure if it was effective with his sweaty and flushed face. “I’m great,” he said, trying not to move his arms much, lest they burn. “Just great.”
The smirk on Taeil’s mouth deepened.
“Haven’t you ever lifted before?” Taeil asked, eyebrows raising. “Do you even work out?” His eyes flickered across Jaehyo’s noodle-like arms and Jaehyo cursed internally for his mind for thinking it looked like Taeil was checking him out. He just wished there was more for him to check out. Wasn’t it a thing for gay guys to hook up at the gym? But this was Korea, so he wasn’t sure if the same rule applied.
“I-I work out!” he protested, trying not to sound too offended. Just be cool, Jaehyo. He lifted his arms and stuck his hands on his hips. Well, that burned. He tried not to let the pain show on his face. “I run, usually, though. I’m not used to all this weight stuff.” He tried to wave but his arm just flopped by his side uselessly.
Taeil hmmed and looked down at Jaehyo’s thighs as he crossed over to the weight rack and deposited the weights back in their holders. Jaehyo hoped his earlier interest wasn’t showing anymore, and resisted the urge to turn around to follow Taeil.
“So you have nice legs, then?” Taeil asked, coming around Jaehyo and crossing so close behind him Jaehyo felt a breeze across the back of his sweaty neck.
“What?” Jaehyo whipped his head around. What?
Taeil snickered, and indicated Jaehyo to follow him. “Nothing. Come over here.”
He dragged Jaehyo over to a complicated looking machine that involved a huge bar and some massive weights. Jaehyo stared as Taeil indicated how it worked and what weight level he should start at, just a tiny bit intimidated and a lot turned on, especially when Taeil picked up some round weights to put on the bar. The front of his muscle shirt gaped open as he bent over and Jaehyo felt more like a pervert than he had in his entire life, especially being able to glimpse dusky nipples for a moment before Taeil straightened back up.
Taeil’s eyes caught Jaehyo’s and he tried not to flush, even though that smirk was back on Taeil’s lips.
“Now, let me show you how to work it,” Taeil said, beckoning Jaehyo over. Jaehyo was sure he hadn't imagined the extra emphasis on the 'work it' part of the command. “I need you to stand behind me, in case I need help. Got it?”
Jaehyo swallowed, coming to stand right behind Taeil. His trainer was almost so short as to fit under his chin, but his shoulders were broad and tightly muscled. Jaehyo wanted to run his hands over the skin and see if he could feel the muscles move underneath as Taeil stretched out his hands and gripped the bar.
“Hey,” Taeil said, and Jaehyo’s eyes snapped up to match his in the mirror they faced. “Focus, okay?”
Sure that Taeil could somehow read all his thoughts on his face, he just nodded and tried to concentrate.
Taeil heaved the bar up from the rests and adjusted it across his shoulders. “Now, you need to make sure you feel centered when you do this, or you might drop it. Make sure the weight is equal and your stance is good before you start, okay?”
Jaehyo nodded, somehow more interested in the sharp definition of Taeil’s calves than the way his legs were slightly more than shoulder width apart.
“Okay, and then you squat,” Taeil said, slowly dropping to a squat, the weight braced over his shoulders. “And then up,” he said, voice barely skipping as his whole body clenched and rose. Jaehyo wondered if Taeil could pick him up. Probably. And easily, too. He didn’t understand why that was even a turn on.
Taeil dropped the bar back into place and turned around. “Alright, now it’s your turn. I’ll spot you.”
Jaehyo ducked under the bar and tried to make himself comfortable. It seemed easy enough, even though a little thrill went up his spine when Taeil stepped up behind him.
Concentrate, he thought, reaching out and taking hold of the bar.
Taeil’s hands grasped at his hips for a moment, twisting him. “Feet a little farther apart,” Taeil said, right over the rise of his shoulder. Jaehyo felt his feet being kicked apart and he could see Taeil’s trainers doing it in the mirror. Heat started to curl deep in his belly, recognizing the movement from a different act entirely.
That would be interesting. Taeil standing behind him, holding his hips and sliding Jaehyo’s feet further apart, spreading him open-
“Now, crouch,” Taeil said, and Jaehyo followed without thinking. “Get a good grip, yeah, okay,” he instructed, voice low, and Jaehyo was barely thinking when Taeil said, “now, rise.”
It seemed easy enough to lift the bar that short distance, though it pressed tightly against his shoulders. Jaehyo was slightly more concerned with the way his stomach muscles had contracted and tightened that heat into something a little more noticeable.
“Okay, now squat,” Taeil said, pressing down lightly on Jaehyo’s hips. Jaehyo started to drop into the squat before he realized he was slightly off balance. The weight was too heavy for him to adjust on the way down, so he braced himself into what he thought was a squat position and tried to ignore the way the bar dug into his neck. He felt like he was going to bowl over forward.
“You’re too far forward, lean back a little,” Taeil said, pulling him back. Jaehyo struggled backwards, keeping a shaky hold on his center of balance. “Now, stand up.”
Jaehyo tried, but the weight was too much and his arms were burning. He pressed up against it, glaring at himself in the mirror, trying to push past it, but it wasn’t his thighs, it was his arms. They couldn’t keep the bar steady.
“Um, I,” Jaehyo said, not sure what to say. Help? Taeil seemed to understand, though, stepping up immediately behind him and grabbing the bar between Jaehyo’s grip and his shoulders. He lifted a lot of the weight off and suddenly it was easy for Jaehyo to rise, settling the bar back in place.
Jaehyo could feel his face burning with his failure and he was sure Taeil was going to make fun of him, but Taeil wasn’t looking at him.
“That was maybe a little too heavy for your first time, don’t worry. I’ll switch it out for something a little easier, okay?” Taeil smiled around the lollipop still pressed between his lips, but it didn’t seem malicious. “That was good, though.”
Jaehyo tried to smile back, aware that his face was burning and his arms were already shaking.
“We’ll get you up to my level before no time,” Taeil promised, turning around to pick up another, smaller weight, and Jaehyo struggled not to make a face. He wasn’t sure if he could ever do that, or if he even wanted to.
-
Jaehyo left the training 20 minutes later with places aching in his body that he didn’t even knew had muscles he could work out. Taeil had shaken his hand and Jaehyo thought he probably was able to grip it, but because he couldn’t feel anything below his elbow, he couldn’t be quite sure.
By the time Jaehyo had peeled himself out of his workout clothes, showered, and pulled his street clothes back on (it took a lot longer to do things when your fingers had trouble functioning, he discovered), he expected Taeil to be gone. What he didn’t expect was for Taeil to be up at the front desk of the gym, leaning over the counter and talking to one of the receptionists, a burly guy named Jihoon who had laughed when Jaehyo had been assigned to Taeil for weight training.
(“He’s a beast,” Jihoon had laughed, handing over Jaehyo’s gym card and locker key. “But he’s really good. You’ll do well.” Oh, how wrong Jihoon had been. Jaehyo wasn’t sure he could ever return to the gym after this, he had been so humiliatingly bad.)
Taeil perked up as Jaehyo came down the stairs. “Hey, Jaehyo! Where are you off to now?”
To die alone. Jaehyo tried not to stare at his arms. “Um, just going to get dinner maybe, and then home. You?”
Taeil smiled. The lollipop was gone and he looked cuter without it. “Same. Where are you going to eat?”
Jaehyo shrugged, not having planned anything beyond finding a food he wouldn’t need his arms to eat and then face-planting into bed. “Anywhere I come across, honestly.” He tried to heave his bag up his shoulders but his muscles burned in protest.
“Mind if I tag along? I can show you some good places for a post-workout meal around here, if you want?” Jaehyo wondered if Taeil knew he looked good braced up against the counter. Probably. Jaehyo wouldn’t be bested by something like that. Maybe he couldn’t use his arms, but he could charm the pants off Taeil anyway.
“Sure, let’s go,” he said, “lead away.”
Taeil picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, waving goodbye to Jihoon and beckoning Jaehyo to follow with one finger.
“So whipped already,” Jihoon giggled.
Jaehyo looked over in confusion, but Jihoon had already straightened his face. “Bye, see you next time!” He offered a tiny wave.
Jaehyo nodded, unable to move his arms. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t need them for the best parts of this evening.
But, then again, he was never lucky.
END
A/N: hello yes okay goodbye