by Hex
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Keep in mind the only thing I own is my car. If you really want my 89 grey toyota crapolla err... Corolla on it's second transmission and refurbished alternator go ahead. I think you'll get $50 at the scrap yard for it. Well, I did just get new CV boots and brake pads.
"Yeah praise the Lord for small miracles." Quatre muttered.
"Hey don't make me stick your face in my arm pit." Duo said, waggling a finger in Quatre's direction.
"Hey! That's a death threat you know." Quatre said dodging Duo's dive for him.
"Come on the treadmill with me." Duo said as they left the racquet ball court.
"Nuh-uh. I can not run on the treadmill and it looks lame when I walk on it." Quatre stated shaking his head as Duo climbed onto the machine and started jogging.
"Why can't you run on it? You're just being a wussy!" Duo declared pointing at Quatre.
"No I'm not. I just don't want to make an ass of myself when I fall off and get dragged under into the gears screaming gahhhhhh gurgle I'm being maimed by workout equipment. Help me.[3]" Quatre let his voice go sqwooshy as he contorted his face. In the middle of the creative theatrics of his imminent demise at the hands of the treadmill three other men about their age walked by.
The first, a Chinese man who looked at Quatre as if he was insane. He was taller than Quatre, maybe pushing 5'9". His black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. His eyes were a sexy almond shape and so dark Quatre couldn't tell where the iris ended and the pupil began. His upper body was pretty well muscled if his tight tank top was anything to go by. His arms had the type of definition that left Quatre salivating. The second, another Asian, probably Japanese, if Quatre's guess was right, merely grunted something inaudible. Quatre took that back, he wasn't sure what nationality the second was. He had the most exceptionally piercing blue eyes that stood out brightly against his tanned skin. He wasn't any less defined then the first but more wiry in appearance. He was barely taller than the Chinese one. The last was a white man with a ridiculous fall of brown bangs over half of his face and a pair of clearly amused green eyes. One of said eyes was hidden behind the bangs. The exposed eyebrow went to the brunette's hairline and his lips curved upward as he walked past. He was taller than the other two by a few inches. He was perfectly lean and the way his shorts clung to his ass made Quatre weak in the knees.
"So much for not making an ass of myself. Although I wouldn't be laughing at anyone if I had hair like that.[4]" Quatre muttered crossing his arms over his chest in embarrassment. He tore his eyes away from the other men.
"I heard that Quatre. Bad boy. You shouldn't say things that aren't nice." Duo said a smirk that grew into a grin at Quatre's glare. "You're just ticked because you think they're hot." Quatre huffed rubbed his hand over his sweat-slicked forehead.
"I'm going on the ellipse now." Quatre stated pouting.
"Don't worry I'll make you admit you want them. And I have to say can't blame you." Duo said and winked. Quatre rolled his eyes. The blonde grabbed the clip for the stop button on Duo's machine and attached it to the braided boy shirt. "What would I do without you to look after me?"
"You'd have been dead years ago." Quatre retorted and smiled at his friend. Duo's good moods were beyond infectious, they traveled at warp speeds. Quatre couldn't keep up a good sulk with his best friend around. "I'll see you in half an hour."
Quatre brushed his sweaty bangs off of his forehead for the hundredth time. Just ____ more minutes had become a mantra to live by on the ellipse. He was pushing himself hard at 30 minutes, a time he had never tried before. Mostly embarrassment was fueling his rigorous workout. Why was it every time there was a reasonably hot male in the vicinity Quatre had to be doing something that made him look like a moron? It was karmic injustice [5] that what it was. The blonde glared threateningly at the display that was counting towards his cool down. His legs were going to feel like jelly as soon as he got off the damn thing. Finally being able to slow his pace Quatre took a liberal swig of what was left of his water. It finished off the bottle.
"So doll face you done yet?" Duo asked as he appeared next to the machine.
"Just a two minute cool down and I'll be done." Quatre replied.
"I see you chose the machine the furthest possible distance from the weight machines which means, of course, the hotnesses are there." Duo said grinning around the sip of water he took.
"I didn't notice." Quatre lied.
"Quatre I keep telling you, you lie like shit man. Why do you keep trying? And even if you were a good liar I'd still know." Duo stated as he leaned casually against an empty machine.
"Because if I admit anything you'll make fun of me." Quatre retorted.
"I'll make fun of you any way." Duo pointed out. "And not just for your lack in the skill of bullshit but for trying to bullshit me in the first place."
"Yeah yeah" Quatre muttered and finally, blissfully his time ran out. He made a shaky dismount from the machine.
"Come on pudding knees let's stretch then hit the weights." Duo said happily dragging Quatre over to the section of the gym with mats. They stretched quickly and made their way to the weight machines. Duo conveniently chose one close to the three 'hotnesses' as he now refereed to them. Quatre felt his inexperience at the gym beat him in the face with the presence of the other three. All three were dressed in shorts and white tank tops. All of them had workout gloves to cover their hands. All of them were deliciously built and seemed down right comfortable with all the machines and weights. Quatre felt himself look down self consciously at his oversized sweats and old baggy X-Files shirt [6]. Yeah he could look nerdier in theory. But Quatre wasn't quite sure how it was physically possible. He had just finished his first set and lay happily against the chair of the pecdeck.
"You're still tired from the ellipse huh? I keep telling you that thing is heavy duty. How long did you go on it today anyway?" Duo said as he waited for Quatre to start his reps again.
"30 minutes." Quatre replied.
"30 minutes? Are you nuts?" Duo demanded. "Oh right I forgot. You're stamina man!"
"Duo don't make it sound pervy. I have to last an entire game. You rotate shifts. Deal with it." Quatre said as he started his reps again.
"How can I make it not pervy? Is such a thing possible?" Duo said feigning shock.
"Not with you it isn't." Quatre retorted.
"You almost sound like you don't like it." Duo said pretending to be offended. Quatre didn't respond instead he gave Duo a dirty look that only got a grin in answer. The pair finally finished their rounds with the weight machines and went to stretch again. This time around Quatre made sure to stretch thoroughly and watch himself in the mirror as he did so. He wasn't that bad was he? He was only 5'6" sure, with a slight build. He had short blonde hair with bangs that hung in his aquamarine eyes. He had a straight nose and full pink lips. All right he was the first to admit that he looked a little girlie. OK a lot girlie. Quatre sighed in annoyance and slipped into the splits.
"Man you freak me out every time you do that. It looks beyond the realm of normal mortal pain." Duo said wincing into the mirror.
"It doesn't hurt like I've told you a hundred times. Ever since my mom forced me into dance class I've been doing this. It doesn't bother me a bit." Quatre replied and looked to Duo in the mirror. Over Duo's shoulder Quatre noticed the brunette staring at them. His green eyes locked with Quatre's and the blonde felt his face heat up. Quatre didn't know why he was embarrassed he wasn't the one that just got caught gawking. The brunette barely flinched merely scanned his eyes over Quatre in a detached way that piqued the blonde's ire. Quatre gave him a dirty look and finished stretching concentrating on his form along with Duo's chatter.
[3] This is why I don't run on the treadmill.
[4] I had to put that in. It was all I could think after I wrote Quatre making an ass of himself.
[5] I admit it I'm lame.
[6] Damn those pro gym people. Grrrrrrr....
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