Angel Eyes | B x B x B |

Nine

O W E N
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Owen woke up to the feeling of Wyatt shifting in his arms and the sunlight streaming through the windows directly into his eyes. Owen groaned softly and pulled Wyatt closer to him, burying his face in his neck. Wyatt stirred a little more, lifted one of his arms, and stretched, letting out a quiet little sigh. Wyatt shifted and rolled over to face him, putting one of his hands on Owen's cheek. "Mmm Wolfie, it's time to wake up," Wyatt hummed and Owen forced the sleepy haze from his mind to open his eyes.

Owen was met with the sight of Wyatt, his beautiful blue eyes bright as they glittered brightly under the sunlight. Wyatt smiled at him and raised an eyebrow as he looked over Owen with a little smile. 

"Good morning," Owen murmured breathlessly as he took in the soft look on Wyatt's face. Wyatt smiled a little and nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. Wyatt pulled away after a moment and lazily rolled over onto his back, putting one of his arms over his head. 

"Good morning, Handsome." Wyatt said teasingly, looking over at him shyly. "Do you know anything about partner stretches?" Wyatt asked curiously, and Owen nodded his head. He'd done partner stretches a lot at the gym he frequented, sometimes with David, sometimes John. "Would you mind coming with me to the gym and helping me out then?" Wyatt asked, and Owen nodded. 

"Sure, I can do that." Owen said. Wyatt giggled a little and rolled over, putting his hand on Owen's side. "When?" Wyatt sighed deeply and turned his head to look over his shoulder at the clock on the table by the bed and let out a whine. 

"Ugh, now," Wyatt said, huffing a little as he pushed himself up in the bed. Owen sat up, pausing momentarily to press a kiss to Wyatt's shoulder, before climbing out of the bed. Wyatt glanced back over his shoulder and smiled a little, scrunching up his nose cutely as he looked at him. 

"I'll be sure that it will turn out fun." Owen said, causing Wyatt to giggle a little and nod.

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Wyatt was walking a couple of steps in front of him as he led him down to the gym of the hotel they were staying in. Wyatt was wearing the tightest pair of leggings that Owen had ever seen, they hugged his ass in a way that was left Owen a slight bit desperate. He had such a beautiful ass, so bubble-y and round, and his thighs were practically taunting him beneath the tight fabric. Wyatt pulled open a door and held it open for Owen, ushering him into the gym. Wyatt walked in behind him but then skipped ahead of him and stopped at a mat on the floor, before he sat down on it. 

"What first?" Owen asked. Wyatt produced a sheet of paper with the instructions for all eight of the positions he was going to do. Owen quickly read over the page, pleased to see he knew how to do all of them. They didn't have names on the pages, but the instructions were clear and he'd done all of the stretches on the list before. 

"Starting at one, and going down to eight," Wyatt said, laying back on the mat, and Owen nodded as Wyatt moved one of his legs out of the way for him to kneel down beside his left leg. Owen took Wyatt's right ankle into his right hand, put his left hand on Wyatt's right knee, and then he locked his right ankle over Wyatt's left leg so that it'd stay still on the ground. "Ready?" Wyatt asked. Owen nodded, taking the heel of his tennis shoe into his hand, focusing on keeping his spine in a neutral position as Owen applied pressure on the base of Wyatt's heel to flex his foot and pressed his leg forward, and across his body, towards his head. 

To Owen's surprise, Wyatt's leg easily moved up towards his head, way higher than he thought it would. "Any pressure yet?" Owen asked, and Wyatt shook his head.