A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! There's one thing I gotta let yall know… I don't write lemons, so there won't be one in here unfortunately. Sorry for all you yaoi fan girls! I like it too (SOME of it), but not writing it! There's an extent to how far I'll go in yaoi. One time, I purchased a manga called Golden Cain. It was a good story plot, but the yaoi in there was very explicit! I don't mind it, but it's not something to have lying around in your house, now is it?… nuh uh. That would not be good… and I gave up writing lemons long ago, but that doesn't mean I won't IMPLY them. But I hope you all like my fictions for the story and not just for the content! I'll reply to your reviews since I love my readers so much! So be checking at the end of each chapter for your pen names!
Chapter 3: Public Pleasure
The gym was one of the last places on earth Yuki would ever think of going to socialize. In fact, he didn't even like socializing, so why go anyway? Because his baka of a lover thought his love handles were becoming love seats. If only he hadn't said all that crap about how every food in the world was fattening, then they wouldn't be here with a herd of sweaty, over-weight bozos trying to lose pounds that didn't exist on the boy's body. The only thing good about the place was the view.
Shuichi was dressed in form fitting, elastic, turquoise gym shorts with white stripes running down his thighs, a white muscle shirt that was too short to cover his tummy, and a lavender sweater with a hood over top. Along with his blue water bottle in hand and an orange sweat band strapped to his forehead, the vocalist looked like he belonged in one of those TV women work out shows that had the female trainers being way too overenthusiastic for their own health. But at least his lover actually looked cute in the outfit.
Yuki was wearing grey sweat pants, a navy blue short-sleeved T-shirt, and… accessories were not included with this certain package. Though he did like the gaping look he got from the singer when he came out with his tight, dark top… with SHORT SLEEVES! He had a right to look surprised since the boy hardly ever saw him with such little clothing on. It was quite "skimpy" for Yuki. But that's what Shuichi liked about it.
Once they arrived at the work out center, the two left their shoes at the door and walked in on cool, cushy padding for a floor.
"Wow! This feels really good Yuki! It's like being on the moon!" The pop star bounced on the balls of his foot while they approached the check in counter. Yuki had an uneasy look on his face. As he thought, nothing but a sticky crowd, all having heart attacks over their "devastating" work outs. He bet that some of the things instructors told these people on their videos was just a load of crap; a way to lower the population in this world by practically telling them to do the impossible and give them heart disease. Didn't they know that all anybody needs to do is get off their butt and walk?
After the man paid the woman at the service counter for their stay and use of equipment, he and his hyperactive lover headed over to a part of the gym that didn't have as many people clogging up the area. There was a treadmill, some weights, large rubber bands that you use to stretch with, and a mini exercise machine that practically did all this stuff in one so why bother? But Shuichi insisted that they try them all. It had been a while since Yuki had done something physical, so it couldn't hurt to get back into shape. After all, what if he had to be at an emergency one day and his car broke down and he didn't have a ride and he'd have to run there? He definitely didn't want to be huffing and puffing once he reached his destination like a race horse, did he? That would ruin his perfect male image.
"Yuki! Let's try the big weights first! I've always wanted to see if I could hold a 20 ton one with one hand like those guys in the Saturday morning shows!" He was about to grab hold of one, until his lover pulled him back, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. "Hey! What was that for?" He whined.
"Baka! You need to stretch first! That's the first thing you always have to do when you're about to work out. If you don't then you're likely to pull a muscle or something." He warned and threw a large, stretchy rubber band at him.
"Oh. My bad!" The boy laughed and stood up to try the thing on.
The novelist was already exercising his arms by pulling out the band to it's farthest reach, which wasn't hard to do, but paused when he saw Shuichi with the thing around his waist.
"Am I doing it right Yuki?" He blinked at the object on his stomach.
"What are you trying to do? Squeeze out your fat with that thing? You're supposed to hold it, not suffocate yourself with it. Take it off." He ordered.
"Oops!" The boy blushed in embarrassment and slipped it down his legs, catching it on his shorts. "Um, Yuki? Could you hold up my pants for me so they won't come off with this thing?"
"Sigh… you're hopeless…" The blonde muttered and held onto the signer's hem at the top. Shuichi struggled to get the band off and down his legs, though it was proving to be difficult. From this stand point, the author could easily cope a feel of the pop star's tight buttocks right here and now. But he didn't want to make a scene with his little lover in public, so he banished the perverted thought from his mind and focused at the task at hand.
The rubber band came off after a little tussle with it, and soon Yuki was teaching Shuichi the proper way to stretch with the complicated device. That was the thing with this kid. He always made things seem harder than they really were.
"Okay! I'm done with the stretchy part! What's next?" He asked himself exuberantly, glancing at each item to see which one looked better. "Maybe the weights?" Shuichi bounded over to the padded seat and laid down on his back, the metal bars holding the 10 lb. weight above him. "This looks easy!" The boy grabbed the pole, lifted and…
"Oof!"
The vocalist blinked at the blonde beauty hovering over him, holding the weight pole as well. "Yuki? What're you doing?"
The novelist growled out, "Baka… you need… ngh… a spotter for this kind of thing…" He struggled to lift the heavy contraption up onto the bars and rest it there for the moment.
"A spotter? Why would I need spots to lift a weight Yuki?" He tilted his head, puzzled.
"Sigh… a spotter is someone who helps you lift the weight so it won't accidentally fall and smash your head in."
"Fall? But the heavy stuff is all the way on the ends of the-"
"If you're too WEAK to hold up the weights by yourself, then yes… it will come down on you." The author practically spelled it out so his lover would understand the situation.
"Oooooh… so you're my spotter?"
"Unless you think you can bare this thing with your scrawny little arms, then yup."
"Okay! Then I'm gonna call you Spot!" He chirped.
"Uh, no you will not."
"Fine! Then I'll do this myself." The pop star got hold of the pole and…
"Wait baka!" Yuki reached the contraption before it crushed his little Shu-chan's body.
"Alright Spot! Let's get to work!" The singer started pumping his arms up and down, with his lap dog to aid him. "Just… urg… a few more… Spot!" The boy was beginning to sweat now. He definitely wasn't used to this sort of thing. And if he was called 'Spot' one more time…
After that excruciating work out, the two sat down to rest and have a drink from their water bottles. Since the older man hadn't done much exercising yet, he didn't drink as much. But Shuichi guzzled down the whole container in one millisecond! Oh, the wonders of his lover, Shuichi.
"Yuki, I'm going to go get some more water at that vending machine over there, kay?" He hopped up with just as much energy as they first arrived, and threaded his way through the large body of people to buy another bottle. Yuki kept an eye on him carefully, making sure he didn't lose sight of him. Some muscle-heads were in a small group near the vending machines and were stealing glances at the boy's private features. Then, they started heading over toward Shuichi's direction. The writer did not like this at all, and made his way quickly to where his lover was receiving his refreshing drink.
"Hey, baby. Come here often?" The first muscle-head asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Huh? The singer turned to them, putting the lid back on his new bottled water.
"Why are you coming here, anyway? You've got a real nice body already." A shirtless lackey of the main guy added in.
"Um, thanks?" He didn't know how to take that last compliment.
"Instead, how about you and us go work on an exercise plan of our own?" The third man smiled seductively.
"Actually, I, uh, I'm already with-" The group got so close to him that the tight space made him drop his container. "Oops!" He bent down to pick it up, causing some of his money to roll onto the ground as well. The three stooges drooled at the luxurious view they got from Shuichi's back side. One reached out to touch the cushy look of the teenager's butt, but was stopped by a very irritated novelist.
"Hey, what-!"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Yuki gave the leader one of his "touch him, and your ass is mine" glares.
"Beat it."
Almost instantly, the three muscle-heads went back to their original activities.
"You idiot. If anybody starts randomly talking to you like that, you gotta-" Yuki ceased in what he was saying to witness an enticing picture of Shuichi still bent down, picking up his left over quarters from under the machine. Though he knew it looked wrong, the older man just couldn't take his eyes away! He was just as bad as those guys…
"There we go! I think I got them all… hm? Yuki! I was just coming back over there, you didn't have to come get me, silly!" He smiled and walked back over to their spot in the gym. The author felt a small blush creep up his cheeks.
'Dammit, get your mind out of the gutter Eiri Yuki!' He silently berated himself.
A few minutes later, the pop star tried the treadmill, but ended up accidentally pushing the button for the highest speed level and nearly flew off the thing. Luckily, Yuki was there to catch him, though they did get a few disturbing stares from the other customers. Next was the all in one work out center. It wasn't that bad, though Shuichi had a hard time doing some of the pulling, Yuki was there to help him out.
After what seemed like hours of exercising, the two took a break at the smoothie bar. It was in a separate room and no one else was in there, so it was the perfect place to sit back and have some peace and quiet, which Eiri thoroughly enjoyed.
"Phew! This was harder work than I thought it would be! Do you think I've lost any pounds yet, Yuki?" The vocalist took another slurp of his smoothie.
"I doubt it." 'You hardly have anything to lose.'
"I'm gonna go check the scale!" The boy ran over to the large scale at the corner of the room and stood on it steadily, waiting for the outcome.
"Oi, brat. You're not going to get results that fa-"
"Wah! Yuki, I'm still 130 lbs.!" He wailed and slumped to the floor in disappointment.
"You mean you're only 130 lbs. You're not going to be able to lose pounds by just one work out."
"Really? But I thought that it burned carbs like magic!"
"…Where did you hear that? Exercising doesn't even work for some people."
"WHAT!" Apparently, the boy had never done this before in his LIFE. He didn't know the first thing about the way a body works! "Great. If it takes this long to lose weight, then I'll never get in shape for the shoot by next week! What am I gonna do Yuki!"
The novelist didn't answer him, just stared, completely emotionless.
"Yuki?" Shuichi waltzed up to his blank lover and stood in front of the sitting man. "Are you alright?" He waved a hand in front of him, attempting to bring the writer back to reality.
Before Shuichi could react, Yuki grabbed the singer's wrist and pulled the boy on top of his lap.
"Y-Yuki! What're you doing!" He saw a familiar glint of fiery passion in the blonde's eyes. A look that usually led them to certain desirable activities…
"Want me to teach you how to really work out?"
"Huh?" He started catching his drift.
"It may result in some aches and pains in a few areas, but the aftermath is quite impressive." Yuki smirked as he saw how interested his little lover was becoming.
"Please, Yuki-sensei. What is the training that's required for this special work out?" He asked, his sultry voice rippling over Yuki's senses.
Oh… Shuichi calling him "Yuki-sensei" was the author's favourite pet name from now on. That phrase sent pleasurable chills crawling up his spine. It made him feel like he was master over his young companion. Being the dominant in their relationship was something he'd never regret having the role of for as long as he lived. Shuichi could say the same thing about his role… but at the moment, the two were preoccupied with another task at hand. This was going to be a long, hard, sweaty work out for sure.
A/N: Okay! I've finished this chapter! Hope you all liked it. Please keep reviewing! This fan fic has got me the quickest reviews in only a few days out of all of my stories! It really encourages me to write more. Thank you all!
DEAR REVIEWERS
Fractured Dreams- What do you mean by you know how Shu feels about not being able to eat his fav. Foods? Are you on a diet too? If you don't want to tell, then you don't have to. Thanks for the positive review!
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Moonlit-Angel007- Well, be looking forward to more of this entertaining week! It'll be funny at first, but soon it'll get all distressing and turn into a mystery!
Ccsbrat- I hope you got the steaminess you wanted! Aren't they the greatest couple? And the sexiest…
Animelover eternal- The diet overboarding will begin later in the chapters. It'll be like the climax of the story, so look forward to it!
DemonicDragon666- LOL! Yes, Yuki's dirty thoughts crack us all up! He truly is a pervert at heart. I mean, what boys aren't?
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