Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

work for it

A breath out, a breath in. One, two, and... three. Saint let out a gush of air, dropping the 10lb weight. His gloved hand flexed, and he bent his head from side to side as he shook it off. The music blasted from his headphones and he panted as he bent to take his phone to switch to another song. Browsing through, he smirked as hands came to grip his biceps before lips pressed against his shoulder. The hands gripping his arms trailed up and down, firm kisses offered on his shoulder. Looking up, he watched their reflection in the mirror. One he managed to convince to buy for the home gym.

"Can I have you now?" A low lust-filled voice whispered against the back of his neck, eyes dark met his own.

Saint tilted his head to one side, the hands on his arms trailing down to grip his hips, lips moving to the side of his ear. "I thought you wanted to workout, P'Zee. It's only been..." glancing down at his phone, he smirked again. "Half an hour."

Zee growled against his skin. "I want a different kind of workout now."

"You always said exercising is good for the mind and body." Saint teased, just as the hold on him tightened.

"I know something that's even better."

Saint shook his head, and stepped away from Zee's hold. Wagging a finger at their reflection, he tutted. "Uh-uh. You should stick to your routine, and I with mine. That's why I'm here aren't I?" Then without another word, he dropped his phone on the bench again and picked up his weights. He watched as Zee stood dumbfounded, before pouting and going to his side of the room. Saint smirked at that. Really, he was all for other activities, but since Zee had been so focused on working out, with other people at that —Saint can't just let him off the hook.

For the next two hours, Saint couldn't focus much on getting his routine perfectly. Not when Zee decided to play dirty halfway through the first hour. As usual, his boyfriend had worn his usual track pants and a shirt a size too big. But then the man decided to take off the shirt, looking at Saint through the mirror as he did so, while pulling down his pants low on his hips. Breathing deeply, as if running out of breath, his abdomen had flexed and Saint was all too ready to throw the weights down and throw himself at Zee. But this was a game, one he wasn't willing to lose especially when he started it. So he only raised a brow, letting his eyes travel down the perfect ridges of muscle that was coated in a sheen of sweat before turning back to his own reflection and working on his set. Saint could only smile as he heard an annoyed huff echoing in the room.

Another half hour and Saint decided to go tit for tat. Already wearing shorts and his tee, he decided as he went for his planks to take off his own top. He heard an intake of breath as he dropped it on the bench. Stretching his arms over his head, he peeked over to see Zee stop halfway through his lifts. Over the past month, he'd been packing on weight to put on more muscles, and he was confident that the results were starting to show as many commented how broad he's gotten, including his boyfriend.

"See something you like?" He couldn't help but tease. The answer was quick, and breathy.

"Yes." Saint looked at him with half-lidded eyes, biting his lip and tilting his head. Zee groaned.

"Be patient." He said, watching the way his boyfriend tightened his hold on the weights, arms flexing. "Think of it as delayed gratification."

Zee cursed and Saint tore his eyes away before getting down on the floor and starting his planks. He went about three sets, with straight planking, then strengthening his core with side by side movements on the tips of his toes with arms parallel flat on the floor. He felt eyes on him the whole time and he just knew Zee was looking at his back, shiny with sweat and red with exertion. He ignored the man who had walked closer to him and dropped down beside him to do his mixed sets of pushups and crunches, ones he knew would define those glorious V he loved.