The police department had a new monthly goal: "Have good fitness in your holster!" To promote this, every officer had been sent home with an exercise DVD, along with an inspirational poster.

The poster wasn't much to look at, but Miles was really enjoying that DVD.

"Long day at work, pal?" Dick grunted, face shining a bit with perspiration as he copied the dips and movements of the instructor on the screen.

"Mmm-hmm." he settled himself more comfortably on the couch, and grabbed a packet of cadbury fingers. Dick, at some point, had figured out that they were a sort of guilty pleasure for him – and ever since, he would pick up a box whenever he went shopping. Miles had made his token complaints, of course, but he was undeniably happy to have them on hand.

Dick's breath was deeper, almost grunting, and the view of his ass was fantastic. Miles smiled to himself, biting into another biscuit. The detective's exercise shirt – none too loose to begin with – was starting to cling to his body further. Most agreeable, indeed.

He poked lightly at his own belly. Having a thoughtful, affectionate boyfriend was proving detrimental to his waistline – Dick loved food, and was always so enthusiastic, and it was so easy to get caught up in it all. They would try to cook together, and go out to eat frequently, indulge... Miles was eating more, richer foods than he ever had.

And it certainly didn't help that Dick bought him cookies and sweets all the time.

His boyfriend was obviously eating far more than he used to, as well, but he kept a rather active lifestyle. With the sudden surplus of energy, he'd started to attend the gym regularly. The effect was incredibly nice, if Miles had anything to say about it. He smiled, watching Dick as he squatted and stretched and hmmmm, his biceps look delightful when he does pushups...

He'd tried to go to the gym, himself, a few times, after noticing the thin – but growing – padding of fat that he was starting to develop. He wasn't able to keep it up for long – he simply didn't have the time. And, truthfully, he didn't get a lot of enjoyment out of it.

And he didn't mind the extra weight as much as he'd thought he might.

The DVD finished, and the credits rolled. Dick gasped for breath, and rubbed a towel over his face, mussing his hair all the more.

"Good workout?"

The detective grinned at him. "I'm totally pooped. Could really use a lie-down, actually..."

Miles narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare – " he squawked as Dick flopped onto the couch, right on top of him. "May I remind you that for all you exercise, you are still significantly heavier than I?"

Dick just chuckled, rolling over. "Can't help it, you're just so handsome, pal..." he teased.

"And you are sweaty and in great need of a shower," Miles sniffed. But he smiled and snuggled closer, his fingers lightly stroking his partner's heated skin. Comfy.