Calum:
Groans left his mouth every time he pushed down with all of his strength, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth formed into the small letter of o. A huge smile was embracing your warm face by his constant moving, watching as his muscled tensed. "Good view down there?" He commented when he noticed your stares and your gaze went from his biceps to his chocolate brown eyes. "Yeah it's pretty great I must admit." You mused and traced your finger down one of his prominent veins. "Can't compare to my view though." He grinned and moved down to place a sweaty kiss to your forehead. "Best motivation ever."
Michael:
"How the hell did you convince me to do this." He groaned in question and squeezed his eyes shut by lowering himself down for the push-up. "Because it's romantic! And I've always wanted to try." You said with encouraging eyes, grinning lightly when he squeezed one eye open to look at you. "Only because it's you." He mumbled sweetly before moving down again, trying to reach the peak of at least ten push-ups. Even with the low number he was starting to sweat beneath his light red flannel, his muscles struggling to pull himself up again. Though it took him seconds to let go of everything and land on top of your chest with a loud laughter, already giving up.
