un professore one shots // simuel

exercise

!This chapter contains smut, if you're not comfortable with it, skip it!

Simone walked into the house after three hours of rugby practice, he immediately heard music coming from upstairs and he knew Manuel was there, a smile formed on his face.

He followed the sound to his room and leaned on the door enjoying the sight in front of him, his boyfriend was doing push-ups, his body was damp with sweat, and the curls he loved so much were messy on his forehead. Manuel didn't hear him till Simone talked.

"Since when do you work out?" he asked. Manuel looked up to him with a smirk pushing himself up and drying himself with the small towel laying right by his hands. Simone could finally take the whole view in, he was shirtless wearing just a pair of shorts that stopped right before his knees. His tattoos shining under the light of Simone's lamp, his face red cause of the effort he was putting into getting those arm muscles he wanted so badly.

"I was feeling like it tonight, and no one is home so no one could interrupt me" he answered while panting, Simone watched how a few sweat drops made their way down his back and involuntarily licked his lips. His stomach started mushing and he felt blood rush to all the wrong places, Manuel was for sure the hottest human he had ever laid eyes on, especially at that moment, so he wasn't gonna waste the moment for anything in the world. Thankfully, Manuel was completely unaware of what was going on inside of Simone, so the younger one could move as he wished.

"How was practice?" he asked going back to position on his arms and pushing up, Simone gulped at the sight of his back muscles contracting.

"It was good, getting ready for next week's match, the usual, you already know," he said slowly entering the room to drop his bag. He walked past him and grabbed his pajamas inside of the wardrobe to get changed, he walked to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and got ready for bed even though Simone had no intention of sleeping that night, not soon at least. It was all part of the torturing plan he had developed in his head in the last five minutes.

He walked back to the room and sat on the bed looking at him, he pretended he was busy fixing the covers. "Do you have much left?" he asked innocently.

"Last twenty and I'm done" he replied breathlessly. Simone closed his eyes and breathed deeply, in two years of relationship he had never been this turned on. He noticed his pace slowing down and smiled, this was the right moment to start his attack.

"Are you tired Manu?" he teased. Manuel let out a little laugh. He paused mid-lift and looked up to him, his eyes wandering around his naked arms. Simone was wearing a plain white shirt, and grey bottoms, but he had picked the tightest white shirt he owned, he knew his cards, and he also knew Manuel's weak points.

"Are you gonna do these for me if I say yes?" he replied.

Simone smiled and made sure to show his dimples while doing it. In his head, he was calling himself smart and a genius for knowing how to get him. "No but I could help", he said lowering his tone. Manuel almost fell on his arms at the sudden change of mood in the room.

"Is that so? Please come in" he said using the same tone Simone had just used, which Simone wasn't expecting so it took him a few seconds to go back to himself. His smile widened, he knew they were now playing the same game. Manuel pushed up and down five more times before Simone talked again. "Only fifteen left baby, let's go," he said clapping his hands once.

"Not exactly what I thought you meant when you said motivation", he breathed and Simone laughed, which made Manuel's heart flutter. He went up and down five more times before taking a break and letting himself down. Simone was now laying on the ground next to him and looked at him with a grin on his face. "Just ten more to go Manu", he said as Manuel raised himself, and slipped beneath him, positioning himself right under his body. Manuel stared at him and smiled looking away.