Stiles started walking on the treadmill at a low speed as Derek took off running on the machine next to his.
Stiles watched in awe of Derek's stamina as he cracked the speed up high and pounced his feet away on the treadmill as if he was running for his life. He looked dead on into the wall in front of him as he panted away in his own little world. A look of determination covered his face.
Stiles was curious as to what Derek was thinking of, actually Stiles often found himself wondering what was going on in his neighbor's mind. He was such a closed book.
Stiles wanted to be where Derek was, he wanted to understand his mysterious neighbor and now friend, better. He glanced over at Derek's speed and pressed the up button on his treadmill, trying to reach Derek's speed.
"Oh crap, oh, crap!" Stiles stressed as his feet took off, lifting up off the track quicker than he ever moved before.
"Holy crap, how-how do you do this?" Stiles gasped, finally grabbing Derek's attention.
"Stiles drop the speed." He said with ease as he continued running.
"I can't, I can't, oh shit." Stiles panted, trying to keep up with the machine but finding his legs lagging a bit, causing him to jerk and almost trip a couple of times.
Derek let out a frustrated sigh and hit the pause button on his machine. He moved his feet off to the side of the track as it came to a halt. Once his machine came to a stop he walked to Stiles machine and hit the big red button.
Stiles not expecting the abrupt stop jerked forward and hit his chest against the front of the machine, causing him to moan in pain.
"Owe, that's gonna leave a mark." He said through pants, rubbing his clothed chest.
"What the hell were you trying to do?" Derek asked annoyed.
"I was just trying to keep up with you." Stiles replied as he stepped off the treadmill, holding on to the handle bars for support as his legs now felt like jello.
"It's not a competition Stiles."
"Clearly, I think I'll stick to the stationary bike for now on." Stiles announced, feeling his self-esteem shrinking.
He turned back to find Derek was back on his treadmill and back in his own little world running away.
Stiles let out a defeated sigh feeling like a gym reject and took a seat on the bike, beginning to pedal away.
Twenty minutes later, Derek stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. He down some water and took his shirt off showing off his built chest and defined abs.
Stiles eyes widen at the sight before him. He gulped and clenched the handlebars on the stationary bike as he watched Derek's every move.
Derek grabbed a hold of a bar that hung in the air connected to a weight machine.
Stiles eyes were glued to Derek's form as he lifted his feet off the ground and began doing pull ups, panting as he exhaled. A stern looked covered Derek's face as he worked out.
His arm muscles flexed with his up and down motion and sweat dripped down his stomach.
Stiles was amazed by Derek's strength and sex appeal. He always knew his neighbor was a looker but it was as if he was seeing him through a new light.
Stiles found himself licking his lips and daydreaming about things he shouldn't have been. His pants soon became tented and uncomfortable.