My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 18

"10:47 seconds." Poison says as they pause the stopwatch. "Not bad, not bad at all love."

I go over to them and check it myself. Just like they said, it's 10:47. Dammit, I know I could do better. But it's close to beating my personal record of today, so that's good I guess.

I brush my long hair away from my face and gratefully accept the water bottle Poison is holding out in front of me. I take a few big sips of the water before pausing to catch my breath. I look around the mostly empty stadium- there's a few people running but they look like they're finishing up soon. The sun is setting, painting the sky in beautiful colors. But it's still annoyingly warm outside. The day was almost unbearable despite the fact that fall is near.

It's just us two from the gang today. Kobra and Jet already went to the gym earlier, Shadow is resting. Tomorrow we'll go back to the circuit, since the race is getting closer and closer every day. Party wanted to do some running so here we are. The distance is 60 meters (yes i know they're american but im not so they're using normal measurements), so pretty short. My record today has been 9:49 seconds, Party's is 8:21. I need to up my game, this is ridiculous.

"Hey, you were close this time!" Party leans over to kiss the top of my head. "You're doing really good. We'll do a few more dashes before calling it a day, yeah? You're doing amazing."

I sigh and lean against them. "But I should be able to beat it... this isn't even my best time in total."

"It's hot and we've been here for a while. Don't beat yourself up over it." They put an arm around me and pull me into a hug. I lean into it, concentrating on their scent and trying to ignore the sweat. We both need to shower later. God, they're sticky.

"Alright, fine." I reach up and kiss their nose. "I'll try not to."

"Good." They lean in and give me a quick kiss. I pull their face closer to mine, but of course they pull away all too soon anyway.

I wish they didn't. I wish I could kiss them more. Maybe do other things- wait no, what am I thinking? God, now is not the time for that. Later. No, never. Bad, Frank. No. Stop it.

Poison pulls away from the hug and hands me the stopwatch and notebook where we're writing down our times. I accept both of them, still in process of trying not to think about things. Fuck's sake. They grin at me before heading to the starting line. Fucker knows what they were doing.

They reach the starting line and I pull myself together. They get ready and wait for me to give the signal. I set up the watch, put down the notebook and take my place next to the finishing line.

"3...

"2...

"1...

"GO!"

I give the signal and they start running. Their hair is all over the place, the gel has been sweat out it. There's not much time for me to take in the details tho because seconds later they're already here and on the finishing line. I pause the stopwatch as they slow down before stopping completely.

I walk over to them and show them the time: 9:31. Pretty good. I hand them their bottle and they drink most of the water that's still left in there. I write down the result and look up at them. "That was good! You did well."

They smile a little. "Thanks Ghoulie."

I ruffle their hair a little, making them smile more. My eyes travel down to take in their whole appearance. They're wearing pretty tight workout pants and a cropped t-shirt- so looking good. Very good, even. They're not exactly muscular, but there's definitely something. It makes me think thoughts.