Crazy | {h.s}

Naked Yoga; Chicken

Harry had steadily helped me build up the work needed for the school play. His artistic abilities came in very handy as he built and painted some set design and also a couple kids faces everytime he visited.

I was luckily nearly done with the production and every day I was one step closer and closer to the Christmas holiday and getting a break from screaming, crying, glue-eating children.

Harry was excited for this too. Apparently I become quite cranky when stressed out and no matter how many times Harry cooks me dinner, lets me sleep over, or gives me kisses, I'm still a pain in the ass.

Because of this, Harry has recently adopted a new hobby.

Yoga.

But not just regular old yoga. His consisted of turning the heat in his apartment up to rediculous levels, stripping down to nothing, and working his little heart out until he was a naked pool of sweat.

It was very attractive to watch.

He had tried to get me to partake in it once or twice but since I wasn't really feeling the 'sweating buckets while naked' thing, I decided to take a raincheck.

Harry decided for the raincheck to be redeemed today.

That's how I ended up here, in his apartment, in a sportsbra and shorts, in downward doggie position.

"Just--just rock back towards your feet--yeah, yeah, like bring your heels down..." Harry instructs.

"Hazza it hurts, I'm not as flexible as you."

"It's gonna make you more flexible and the stretches make your muscles all nice and toned. Feel the stretch."

"I don't want to feel the stretch."

"Love the stretch..., be the stretch."

"Harry, no."

"Okay, now bring your feet together and slowly roll your body up." He says, as I watch him do the motions in front of me.

I persueded Harry to wear boxers today for Naked Yoga, so instead of seeing a naked, wobbling giraffe there is only a half-naked wobbling giraffe. There's some nice grey boxers covering his bits that would otherwise be flapping about.

"Why are you staring at my cock?"

I glance up, smiling imediatly, "I wasn't!"

I was, really, but he doesn't have to know that.

He squints his eyes as he brings a foot up to rest on his leg in the tree pose.

"You were, you were staring at my huge bulge."

"Okay, don't get ahead of yourself."

"Heeeeyy, I have a massive dick."

I giggle, "Yeah, I know, Hazza."

"No, you don't know 'cause you made me wear boxers today."

I copy his movements as he moves to the floor and lays on his stomach.

"Louis' already told me that you're proper hung, gorgeous. I'll take his word for it."

"There's a difference between seeing and believing."

"Why are we talking about your dick anyway?"

He smirks, "Because I caught you lusting after it."

I drop from my current pose and laugh, "I'm done for today, you twat. I'm going home."

He laughs, "No, we're not done with our yoga session."

I wipe the sweat from my face with a towel Harry left sitting out for us and crawl over to where he is laying on the groud just as exhausted.