Besfriend's Boyfriend | sunsun

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So Sunghoon did. He leaned forward, adjusted the weight, and then stepped back, arms crossing over his body. Sunoo repeated his movements, taking it a little slower with the increased weight. This time he completed ten lifts, his breathing starting to become heavier.

But, there was something blooming within Sunoo - a desire, a need to prove himself. If Sunoo were to really delve he could clearly identify what it was - the need to show off for the older, the desire for Sunghoon to be proud, for him to praise Sunoo. But Sunoo didn't delve because that would give his actions a reason, and that would make him want to stop so that he wasn't giving in to his feelings. Sunoo didn't want to stop.

So, he said, "I can take more." Then he watched as Sunghoon leaned closer, their eyes remaining on each other the entire time, faces moving closer before he pulled away again.

This time, as Sunoo lifted his arms above his head, he felt more of a burn in his muscles. He made sure to control his breathing, his chest puffed as it obviously rose and fell with each breath. Sunoo saw the older look down, taking note of the motion as well before he looked up again.

There it was, that tension that always built between them when they were looking at each other. Sunoo was so used to it happening during practice, when there was a whole field between them, or even yesterday when the table had separated them, but now....

Now, Sunghoon was barely a few steps away, eyes hooded as he had to look down to meet Sunoo's gaze. If Sunoo wanted to, he could reach forward, wrap a hand around Sunghoon's waist and pull him onto his lap. And, fuck, did Sunoo want that.

His arms kept moving, losing track of how many times he had repeated the motion. But he couldn't stop because Sunghoon was looking at him, giving him his undivided attention. Him. It was for him.

As his muscles burned more, Sunoo's brows pulled together and he bit into his bottom lip. It was harder to keep Sunghoon's gaze, but the older had no such problem. Arms still crossed over his chest, Sunghoon took in the scene with an unreadable expression. Sunoo didn't even think Sunghoon knew what he was thinking, the older was just watching, hardly blinking.

Then, on one particular thrust, Sunoo groaned at the exertion of his body, and Sunghoon seemed to snap out of it.

Head shaking and eyes tearing away, Sunghoon swayed from one foot to the other as he cleared his throat. He took a deep breath in before he was looking back to Sunoo, though he didn't return with the same intensity as before. This time he could only hold his gaze for a few seconds at a time, lifting his brows as he muttered out, "Not bad." He didn't sound committed to his words at all as he motioned for Sunoo to get up.

But Sunoo did. Once again following orders as he jumped up, picking his water up from the floor and taking a long sip. Really, he needed the water more because of the prolonged eye contact than anything else.

As Sunghoon sat in the chair, cracking his neck, Sunoo reached forward and lowered the weights to his same starting point.

He hated himself for thinking it, but briefly, Sunoo considered how domestic the action was. The thought had barely formed before Sunoo was rolling his eyes at himself. How whipped was he to find something as simple as lowering the man's weights to be an affectionate, boyfriend act?

"What happens when you can't lift as much as me?" Sunoo asked, feeling something warm in his chest when Sunghoon laughed in the seat.

Already lifting the weight, Sunghoon assured, "Luckily we don't have to plan for that."

"I don't know, seems like you're already struggling." Sunoo couldn't help it. Not when Sunghoon looked so good right now. Short sleeves bunching up to reveal toned arms, muscles flexing with every movement. Sunoo had to annoy the older, because if he wasn't talking, he'd probably be moaning.