Work Out

[Brian Kinney]

Brian stretched lazily as he got onto the excercise bike. He didn't stay this hot by doing nothing. He wore a pair of black warm up pants and a black skintight wife beater. He took a sip from his water bottle as he blatantly checked out the guy next to him. He smirked as he began using the bike.

[armand]

Armand was not for working out. In fact, he had never really been in a gym before in his life. But, being a teenager and ridiculously susceptible to peer pressure, he had taken the advice of one of his previous puppy lovers and took the plunge into physical fitness. Apparently he was scrawny. Girly. Weak. But no! He would no longer be such! Especially because he had joined the gym. What now, hmm? No longer scrawny, girly, weak.

Armand stood in his new workout clothes and looked around, his mouth gaping open. He... was totally lost.

[Brian Kinney]

Brian had just finished riding the excercise bike, and been ready to move on to the bench press when he noticed a younger looking man looking completely lost. He was what. . .20. . .21 maybe.? Brian felt himself smirking as he approached the attractive man.

"First time here?" he asked walking by him and taking a seat on the bench. He checked the weights on it before adding 20 extra pounds to each side. . .it now weighed 250. ((that seems reasonable, yes?))

[armand]

Armand was just about to collapse in a panic when a man - yes, a man, a real live man - approached him. Armand was only slightly awkward and he did what any respectable man, or any respectable gay man, would do when approached by someone attractive... He stared, wide-eyed. But only for a moment. And in an attempt to salvage his first impression, he smiled (grimaced?) and said, in reply to the man's question. "Ah... yes. Is it that obvious?" He watched as the man adjusted the exerise machine with ease, then looked at the weight with raised eyebrows. He felt that boyish blush coming on. He hated that, but it was something he couldn't really help.

[[OOC: 20... 21? Oy! He's, like... 17! Or 18? -shrug- One of those. -giggles-]]

[Brian Kinney]

"The deer in the headlights look gave it away," Brian said, situating himself under the dumbells. He saw the guy blush and smirked smugly, ahh the Brian Kinney charm.

"Spot me, would you?" he said reaching out and grabbing the pole. "I can show you around afterwards."

[armand]

Armand found himself nodding, despite himself. Then he came back to reality. "Spot... Wait, what?" He wanted to kick himself. At least PRETEND you know what you're doing, you idiot, Armand scolded himself. And then he realized what the man was talking about. Thank God for Strength and Conditioning. "Oh. Right. Spot you, of course." He stood behind the bench and held out his hands awkwardly. After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "My name's Armand."

[Brian Kinney]

Brian grinned, liking the view he was getting. He brought the weights down toward his chest, arms sticking outwards in the appropriate manner and pushed it back up.

"Kinney," he grunted in the process. He grinned after he put it back into the slots for a second. "Brian Kinney."

He then repeated the process several times more before standing up and strectching his arms out and taking a gulp of his water.

[armand]

"Nice to..." Armand's voice trailed off slightly as Brian got up and stretched. "...meet you," he finished quickly. He cleared his throat once more. There was nothing really in it, but for some reason that helped him with the still apparent awkwardness of the situation he was in. "So... you were going to show me around?" Armand asked as his eyes followed Brian's water-drinking actions. He was trying to keep the conversation going. Keep it to single sentences, he thought to himself, and you won't make an idiot of yourself.

[Brian Kinney]

"Well, what sort of work out were you looking for?" Brian said with a suggestive smile. "Machine-wise of course."

[armand]

Armand's eyes widened slightly and he blushed. More. "Ah... I was..." He paused, then shrugged. "I can honestly say I have no idea." He held out his arms as if to present himself to Brian and said, "What do you think I need to work on?" He meant that as a joke because it was quite obvious that he needed work just about everywhere. That is, he was devoid of most muscles. Otherwise he was attractive. [[Heh.]]

[Brian Kinney]

Brian smirked, circling around him like a tiger stalking it's prey. He folded his arm across his chest and tilted his head, eyeing up the areas that could use some work.

"Well your ass is fine so you don't need a glutes workout. But your arms couuld use a shit load of excercise," he informed him. "Follow me."

He led him over to a machine in which you put your arms onto a device hooked up to a pulley system of weights. He put on 25 pounds to start.

"Use this one first," he said. "Sit down."

[armand]

Armand followed Brian obediently, as comparable to a lost puppy. His face was still overwhelmingly red from the compliment his... ah... ass had recieved but he was slowly getting used to the embarrassed feeling he got around the older and more outgoing man.

Armand was a little bit apprehensive to do any kind of workout in front of a guy of Brian's caliber. Armand was, unfortunately, a weak thing, and even with the 25 pounds of weight he was struggling. He was able to do it, of course, but not without a little bit of trembling in his arms. He peered up at Brian through long eyelashes, gauging his reaction. He didn't want to show it, but he was ashamed of his poor performance. Where he went to school the focus was on academics, not athleticism. Well, as far as he knew. "I'm not exactly a world-class weight lifter," he said, a small but forced laugh in his voice.

[Brian Kinney]

"Obviously," Brian said carelessly. "You need to work at it until you can do it right."

He grabbed hold of either of Armand's arms.

"Besides, you're not doing it right," he said with a smirk. "Your arms need to bend out like this, or else you'll. . .fuck up your muscles."

He stradled the machine behind Armand and pushed his arms forward, showing him the proper way to do it, and still smirking at the guy's blush.

[armand]

Armand's mouth opened and he was going to gasp... except somehow he managed to keep it in. Instead he cleared his throat and pretended not to have any reaction to the proximity and position of Brain Kinney. Instead, he let Brian move his arms for him, and eventually he got the message because his arms were moving fluidly with the machine and he didn't struggle as much as he had in the first place. "I see what you mean," he said, his voice only slightly hoarse. Oh, he was such a poor and innocent boy.

[Brian Kinney]

Brian let go of his arms slowly, so he wouldn't get flug back with the weights.

"Good," he whispered, leaning in to his ear.

He then ducked under his arm and stood beside the machine, watching him go at it. He tilted his head and quirked his eyebrows. He could think of a few work outs he could help him with. He waited for him to finish working out.

"I think you should know where the showers are. . .you know, for when you get all . . .hot. . .and sweaty," he emphasized the last words, and had leaned in close to say them.

[armand]

Armand let go of the weights abruptly and they slammed down into their resting positions... and it was slightly loud. Armand let his arms drop to his side and he turned his eyes up to peer at Brian. He opened his mouth to speak but he was slighlty afraid of the sound that would come out. Instead, he got up slowly from his seat [is he sitting?] and smoothed out the tiny wrinkles that had appeared on his t-shirt. He cleared his throat and felt confident enough to speak: "Right. The showers. Good idea." Somehow he didn't think he was going to work up much of a sweat lifting weights... unless Brian was around. Armand ran a hand through his hair, letting his hand rest on the back of his neck. He was definitely getting his money's worth of this gym membership.

[Brian Kinney]

Brian grinned mischievously and pulled one of Armand's arms over his shoulder, leading him towards the showers.

"Of course it is," he said smugly. "I thought of it."