gym buddies // boyxboy

three

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's get this started!" The instructor says with a little too much enthusiasm. Louis and Zayn are currently at the stretching class they got invited to by Niall. Louis yawns for the 128403th time this morning and Zayn scouts the sea of people in excercise clothes sitting on gym mats for the hot guy with big biceps he saw a few days ago.

"Now, this'll be more yoga then anything, but this is the best way to stretch out your muscles for a great workout." People nod and spread out for more space. Zayn and Louis are completely out of their element. They look down at their work out clothes, Zayn wearing gym shorts with spray paint stains and a white shirt with cut sleeves. Louis stole clothes from Zayn because he doesn't own work out clothes. (Why would he?) Zayn had to practically tie Louis' trainers because Louis thought that his vans would be a better style option. They look around and realize everyone is sitting down and a number of eyes are staring at them. They quickly sit down with flushed cheeks from embarrassment.

"We're gonna start off with the downward dog pose so just mimick my move," The instructor says. She places her hands and feet firmly on the floor while her butt sticks out. She's looking down at her feet and everything is straight. Simple enough.

Well you're wrong. Louis and Zayn haven't done more than switch which side to lay on in bed so of course they had a bit of trouble.

"Shit Lou, I feel like I'm gonna breaking half," Zayn grimaces while struggling to stay in the position. Louis is doing the same and by the time they have it remotely down the instructor tells the group to go back to the original pose on the ground.

"Zayn, Zayn look it's him," Louis points while stretching his neck a hit to get a better look. The curly headed guy is in the corner of the room. His hair is pulled back by a hair tie and this time he's wear flamboyant pink shoes. Louis sighs with content and smiles. God, was he nice to look at.

As the class continues Louis notices how all the poses are oddly sexual. Maybe it's just his 13 year old mind but after mentioning it to Zayn he agrees. They shrug it off until the instructor tells the group to do the 'bridge pose.'

"Now lay on your back and place your feet firmly on the ground. Get a hold of your ankles and push your back up and just do that over and over again. I'll walk around and see how you're all doing," She smiles and sits up to start in the front row. "Oh, Liam you're here," she announces a little to loudly. Zayn turns his head and his eyes land on the biceps guy. He's got on red shorts and a black tank top that shows off his flawless looking skin and some of his back muscles. Louis had to shut Zayn's mouth because he was concerned a fly would fly in and choke him to death. (There was an old lady who swallowed a fly book kind of scarred him as a child.)

"Liam here will help me finish the class and help you guys out with the rest of the poses," The lady says aloud, her eyes lingering on Liam. He nods and approaches a girl in the first row. Zayn watches Liam push her back up, his hand on her lower back and his head close to hers. Suddenly, Zayn felt as though he needed some help.

"Oh, c'mon Zayn I'm sure you're the master at this. Louis laughs as he does it perfectly. "Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!" He says with a giggle. Louis looks over at pink shoes and suddenly stops. He was doing the pose, slowly moving up and down, like he was slowly thrusting the air. It was obvious he worked out before the class, sweat was covering his skin and some of his hair falling out of his bun and onto his face. He looked frustrated, was he getting the pose right? Louis' brain went straight to x rated things and he couldn't stop but imagining. Him in bed, his naked torso on top of Louis, his hands tracing every inch of his body, feeling his big co-

"Loouiss?" Zayn snaps his fingers in front of Louis' eyes. "You okay mate?" Louis focusing his eyes back on Zayn and nods. He moves his legs to return to the original pose before realizing he needed to go the restroom now. Louis gets up and bolts to the men's room, not even bothering to tell Zayn. He runs inside the small room and into a stall and locks it shut, looking down at the tent in his shorts. "Did I seriously get a fucking semi at the gym??" He thinks to himself. Louis shuts his eyes tight and begins to think of puppies and having tea with his grandma.

Zayn brushes off Louis' sudden disappearance and continues to gaze at Liam with pure fascination. That is until he stands in front of him and asks if he needs any help. "I uhh...yeah kinda," Zayn lies sheepishly. Liam shakes his head, "It's no big deal mate."

Zayn gets in the beginning position and Liam puts a hand on Zayn's back. He slowly pushes up and Liam smiles, "There ya go. Now just go back down and come back up."

Zayn nods and feels a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He goes back down and feels Liam's hand go down further and further down until he's literally cupping his ass. Zayn holds in a breath as Liam stands up from the crouch, still keep in mind, literally holding his ass, and tower over in front of him.

"And make sure you keep your feet flat on the ground," Liam says a little quieter. He bites his lip as he watches Zayn. "Good, that's good." Zayn smiles stiffly as he thrusts upward again. Chills appear on his skin when his crotch barely touches Liam's upper thigh. Liam notices that Zayn becomes flustered and is practically melts into a soup when Liam winks and gives his ass a little smack before moving onto the next person.

"I love the gym," Zayn whispers to himself as he collapses onto the yoga mat. When he sits back in the original indian style pose. He stares at Liam's ass til' the end of the class with no regrets and full intentions of returning to the gym as soon as possible.