LXIII: Someone's Coming
Liam and Blake
Liam
"C'mon dude, you can do it!"
"I'm doing it."
"Just two more!"
"Ugh!"
Liam grunted, letting himself fall back onto the mat, chest heaving as he sucked in desperate breaths of air. He closed his eyes for a moment, then wiped an arm across his sweaty brow and looked up at Blake. She grinned down at him.
"You're evil," he said, laying back on the mat, eyes closed, "Working out with you was a mistake."
She stuck her tongue out, "Baby. You'll thank me later. Now get up--my turn."
Liam took a few deep breaths, then reached up and gripped the bar, pulling himself upright with tired arms. He did enjoy how Blake stole a few glances at his arms as he did so, however. Once he was clear, she sat down on the mat, then laid down and situated herself before gripping the bar and starting her exercise.
Liam watched her movements as he recovered from what she'd put him through. Despite his complaints, he was glad he'd come to the gym with Blake. She was..."impressive" didn't seem enough to describe her. More than once, Liam had found himself a bit envious of her discipline and level of fitness.
When Blake had told him that she
really
needed to go to the gym today--due to Thanksgiving food, her lack of attendance since break started, and skipping her morning workout--she'd told Liam he shouldn't feel pressured to come with her. He'd jumped at the opportunity, of course. Sex was great, but he wanted more than that from Blake. And he had a bit of a thing for muscles on girls and seeing them work out.
Blake's pale skin grew a bit red, face flushed, as she knocked out rep after rep of her inverted rows. Liam wished she would have worn a tank top or sports bra or something that showed off her arms and back. She was wearing one. It was just hidden under her zipped-up dark grey hoodie. Liam didn't blame her for that, given her desire to avoid attention and recognition, though he didn't see how she hadn't managed to burst into flames with the hoodie
and
a beanie concealing her blue hair. He usually wore as little clothing as possible when working out. He'd worn sweatpants just due to the cold outside, but for a shirt he'd just worn an old tank top that covered him just enough to be decent and keep barbell squats from being uncomfortable against his back.
Those white yoga pants look really good, though.
That was one thing that had confused Liam. The color itself was pretty eye-catching, especially on her, and the stitching and vents put in drew the eye even more. Solid black yoga pants would have worked better for blending in, especially with her choice in hoodie. He didn't say anything, though. The white looked
really
good.
With a final grunt, then puff of air, Blake let herself fall to the mat, taking a moment to rest as Liam had.
Her face was flushed and sweat shone just below the edge of her beanie.
She's so beautiful.
"We finally done?" Liam asked, hopeful. He was tired--though in a good way--and could already feel how sore he would be for the next two days.
Blake opened one eye and grinned at him, still drawing heavy breaths.
"Almost. Just gotta cool down with some stretching."
Liam rolled his eyes, but stood up, then extended a hand to help Blake to her feet. She took it, smiling.
"Back upstairs by the track?" he asked.
Blake nodded, pulling him in that direction.
Though he knew its importance, Liam didn't usually allot time for stretching at the end of his workouts. Especially when working out with Swar or Eli, though his friend Matt sometimes roped him into it. Usually, he would just walk out and start back toward his dorm, using the twenty-minute walk back as his cooldown.
With Blake, though, he didn't mind.
Once up by the track, where they found some mats and room to stretch near the wall, Blake led them through a routine similar to the one they'd done upon arriving at the gym. After that, they'd run for a bit before switching to weights. They'd been able to move from station to station pretty quickly due to the lack of people.
Apparently, it was back-day for Blake, which Liam had welcomed. For most of the workout--he'd lifted heavier weights given his larger size, though she lifted more than he'd expected--he'd gone at a bit slower or lighter pace than Blake. He'd outshone her in pullups--he could do more than she could, and with a twenty-five pound plate hanging from his waist--but in everything else, she'd been like one of those fitness instructors who never really looked like they were working as hard as you were, even if they outperformed you. Blake hadn't given him too much shit for lagging, though she had made a few jokes about how he'd need to up his game to keep up with her in bed. That was when Liam had realized that she hadn't been teasing him as much as he was used to. Not overtly, at least. Sneaking glances at her ass or her legs while they stretched couldn't really be avoided with her wearing those pants.
As he worked through Blake's stretching routine with her, Liam found himself glancing more and more at her lower half.
Is she wearing anything underneath? She said she has to sometimes because she's too wet.
He didn't see any lines underneath the yoga pants, though. And they were
tight.
Is she wearing a plug? Would she do that while working out?
Liam tried to dismiss such thoughts and focus on finishing their workout. For a while, he was able to. It was nice. They didn't really need to talk much. Just being with Blake made Liam smile.
Eventually, however, they did a stretch that brought Liam's gaze back to Blake's ass. The more he tried to clear his mind of what they'd done this morning or what was underneath those seemingly painted-on pants, the more insistent those thoughts became. By the time he and Blake finished the last stretch, Liam's boxer briefs were very uncomfortable, though he was glad he'd worn them.
When Blake got up and looked over at him, her eyes were drawn down, and a smug grin curled the corners of her mouth. Liam blushed, thankful for the lack of other people.
Blake dragged him over to the nearby water fountain to get a drink and put away the mats, saying nothing. Once they'd both had a drink, Blake looked around, then glanced at him.
