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[apocalypticduality]

How Bro had actually managed to talk him into this, he'd never actually figured out but it was a little too late to argue the point now. Sitting in the middle of an area surrounded by racks of hand weights, Sollux grimaced at absolutely everything from the men on the weights machines to those at the bench presses that were being egged on by their spotters. He crossed his arms and very pointedly ignored a couple of looks he'd gotten just for walking in; he was a stretched out caricature compared to most of the men there, all bones with no mass. He'd never actually seen a need to build up any, either given that he could easily lift what he needed to using his psionics if they were too heavy for him to do so physically. Not only that, doing this would make him have to eat more, and their food bill was already slightly astronomical between the two of them.

"Thith ith thtupid..."

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[smuppetwrangler]

"You haven't even been here two minutes, you can't even fuckin' judge," Bro said as he claimed the seat beside the area where guys went to stretch out, so they didn't cramp up while using the machines. "Look dude, I'm not pressuring you to try and do anything you can't already do. This time around, it's just you, showing me what you've already got, so I can mark down your progress according to that. You don't wanna do anything beyond that here, that's fuckin' gravy," he said, though he got a twinge of a smile. "But I'm not gonna let you give up after one damn baseline assessment. We'll get what equipment we don't have at home, and I'll strap you fuckin' down to it if I've gotta to make sure you actually try for it. You said it yourself, you want to try and not be so," and here he used airquotes, "freakishly grotesque in dramatic lighting. As much as I don't really think you are."

[apocalypticduality]

"Dramatic lighting maketh me look like thome kind of mutant-ath horror movie shit," Sollux snorted. The proof had gone up on public display when Gamzee and Dave had collaborated for an art show. His brow arched up some and he picked one of the hand weights from the rack, letting his arm swing limply for a moment then lifting it easily. "Regular lighting and regular clothes, I'm fine."

[smuppetwrangler]

"You're the one guy who shouldn't have self-image problems," Bro sighed with a shake of his head. "You can put on weight, definition, whatever, but it's not gonna fuckin' make a difference, 'cause you'd still be you, and your attractiveness ain't stemming from your body, but how you hold yourself." Which exuded confidence, at least half the time. Bro settled down onto the floor to stretch his legs. "You'll look bomb as hell with definition, though, gotta admit."

[apocalypticduality]

"Putting it on probably won't be much of a problem but keeping it...eeh." Sollux grimaced and rolled his eyes at Bro, reaching out with his free hand and prodding Bro's shoulder. "I wouldn't have problemth if I could thtop the manic epithodeth, but you know medth don't do jack shit to tholve it."

[smuppetwrangler]

"It's your downswings I worry about. At least your mania can be channeled into productivity," much like his own, "but when you drop, man," Bro sighed quietly with a sad shake of his head. He'd only seen worse in Dave. He stretched out over his legs, putting his arms at either side of his feet. "Nah, dude, you'll use that itchy energy to get swole," he joked. "That's a good part of the reason I'm even as built as I am. Nervous fuckin' manic energy."

[apocalypticduality]

Sollux' brow arched up higher at that and he shook his head, transferring the handweight to the other hand. "If I end up putting on math like you, I'll end up looking like even more more of a thideshow freak."

[smuppetwrangler]

"You've got what they call an ectomorph body type; thin frame, high metabolism, wiry muscles with hard-earned mass gain. You're gonna have to have a different workout routine than me," Bro explained. "Focus on core, large muscle groups. Pecs, lats, delts, traps," he said, pointing to the muscle groups on himself as he explained. "I'm a mesomorph; I've got naturally athletic build, I didn't really need to work on it to get this way. You saw Mini Me, dude, he probably didn't spend any time actually working out. I didn't either at that age. We're just like this, just like you're just like you are. What you can do to keep the muscle you gain is eat right before bed to make sure your muscle gain doesn't get eaten by your mutant fuckin' metabolism." He smirked as he stretched himself around, twisting his back.

"You won't ever look like me, is what I'm sayin'. You'll probably wind up closer to Dave in terms of musculature, though he's not nearly as stretched as you are. It'll look good on you, too."

[apocalypticduality]

Sollux tried to absorb the information but he didn't know nearly enough about to actually apply it to himself. He shifted his grip on the handweight to try and focus on the muscle groups that he actually did know anything about. "I already do eat before bed," he pointed out. In fact, there were occasions that he brought something to eat with him to bed those times that he wasn't exactly tired enough to sleep, but he was running low on energy and wanted to curl up in the warm and dark. He couldn't deny though that putting on a little mass and getting up to a healthier-looking size had its appeal and decided he'd go along with it for however long was necessary, anyway.

[smuppetwrangler]

Isolating the primary muscle groups that Sollux would need to work on was no big task for Bro, who explained the exercises necessary to bring everything into a well rounded workout for Sollux. For the shoulders, upper back, and chest, he showed Sollux how to use the hand weights in more than just curls, standing behind his matesprit as he pressed against the muscle group Sollux was working on, to make him feel the movement, as well as understand what he was doing to strengthen each muscle group. Once they got away from the hand weights, he led the way to the rowing machine and showed how using that would give Sollux a fairly well-rounded workout while being far more efficient than simply lifting hand weights. Demonstrating how to properly work the machine, he slowed down his movements to a snail's pace as he pushed with his legs, then leaned back, flexing his abs, while he pulled with his arms, flexing his biceps. He cranked down the tension so it wouldn't be impossible for Sollux, and let him try it out, while he took a long swig of water and watched, correcting his husband when the situation arose that he needed to.

It was about an hour once they'd both decided it was time to finish up, and Bro had summarily shown what machines were going to be Sollux's new buddies in the gym, and went over the only somewhat changed plan in diet - no fast carbs except directly after a workout, while complex carbs were good for the bedtime meals. Bro would be stacking even more meat into Sollux's diet, to ensure he had more essential fats and protein to work from, and, while there was literally no change in what Sollux ate, when he ate it became a key to maintaining fitness. That said, he smirked and nudged Sollux, nodding towards the locker room. "And before I let you into my fuckin' car, dude, you're going to need a shower. I'm not letting your yellow sweat stain my leather for anything."

[apocalypticduality]

"Oh har har, fuck you too," Sollux snorted, heading off toward the locker room and picking a towel out of his bag in the locker and taking it with him toward the showers. They were reasonably spacious and sectioned off from one-another, allowing a larger man to comfortably maneuver under the shower spray. He stepped into one of the stalls that didn't look recently used and tossed his towel over the top of it, stripping out of the shorts and wifebeater he'd come in. Hanging them up over the top of the shower door as well, he glanced back at Bro, who barely seemed to have actually broken a sweat while he himself was on the machines burning calories that he really hadn't felt he had to spare.

[smuppetwrangler]

"That a promise?" Bro quipped back as he followed behind. He took the time to strip out of his own workout clothes at the locker - an old t-shirt that had seen better days and a pair of jogging pants - before grabbing his own towel and casually walking towards the shower. He hadn't worked up much of a visual sweat, but he could feel it beading on his scalp and running down his pits, making him aware that he was about five seconds from becoming an unsavory kind of hot. He tossed his towel on a nearby bench, away from the spray of the water, and walked to the same stall as his matesprit, handing off the bottle of shower gel. "Forget somethin'?" Bro asked with a smirk, pressing a kiss to the curve of Sollux's neck.

[apocalypticduality]

"Mmmnope," Sollux hummed as he took the shower gel, pouring it into his hand then starting to rub it across his chest and shoulders, leaning back against Bro with a small smirk. Bro taking up a large portion of his shower was almost 100% certain on any given day and public didn't exactly faze them any more now than it ever had. Sollux was also content in the knowledge that the two of them getting into trouble for it wasn't much of a danger either.

[smuppetwrangler]

Bro slipped away just long enough to sneak the shower gel away from Sollux and get a generous portion for himself, setting the bottle aside to scrub down. He bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from smiling at the idea he had, but it didn't help much.

"Shoulda brought the camera," he mentioned offhandedly, looking almost like he was trying to play innocent. That wasn't working very well, either.

[apocalypticduality]

"We do seem to get a lot of hitth for public theneth," Sollux grinned and turned around in place, rubbing his hands over Bro's chest then down along his abs, hooking his nails to drag along the the defined lines of the muscles. He dipped his head to peck at Bro's lips, drawing him in a little deeper with each kiss.

[smuppetwrangler]

With each subsequent kiss, Bro slipped closer to Sollux, arching into the other's nails. "This wouldn't make it up there," he muttered against Sollux's lips as he finally turned them both where his own back was against the stall's flimsy metal wall, his hands sliding down his matesprit's sides and then down to his ass, pulling him closer. "Nope, this would go straight into my personal collection," he added with a rumble of a murmur as he nipped Sollux's lower lip.

There were a few videos like that, things that he kept from public display for no other purpose than to have his own personal top kinks kept all to himself.

[apocalypticduality]

"Jutht ath good." Grinning against Bro's lips, Sollux pressed up against him with his arms draped around the other's shoulders, his hand up on the top of the stall's wall. One leg slipped between Bro's and up into his crotch, his hand slipping up into the back of Bro's hair. "Maybe next time we can remember to bring it along then, huh?"

[smuppetwrangler]

Bro had half a stock already, and with it, he ground down and forward against Sollux's thigh as he dragged his own nails up his husband's back. "Come in when it's not as crowded for that," he murmured in response. "better chance of quality footage that way," he justified a moment later as he nudged his nose against Sollux's jaw. Not that an audience was in any way a problem for Bro, he simply didn't want the scene fucked up by some asshole walking between them and the camera.

[apocalypticduality]

"Do it later in the evening when there aren't ath many people lingering around. The lighting in here'th pretty good tho everything will be nithe and clear." Sollux' eyes widened briefly as a tingle of energy ran down the length of his body to crawl up over Bro's, his tongue flitting across the other's lips briefly. He bowed his head to mouth along the side of his matesprit's throat and up under his jaw, pricking the skin with his teeth.

[smuppetwrangler]

If the psionic shiver of energy hadn't done it, the prick of Sollux's teeth certainly had made Bro groan and tip his head back to rest against the top of the stall wall. He parted his legs a little more as he guided Sollux to come closer by the small of his back, so they were flush against each other, before he responded with an airy, "Could get several different places that way, too. Could fuck you over that bench there," he murmured with a vague motion towards the bench which had his towel set on it. He rarely talked dirty - it was something that always made the red rise in his cheeks - but when he did, it was more in mental preparation for something like they were planning. He would usually avoid talking dirty altogether, thinking it was, well, too damn dirty. He was a gentleman, goddammit. He felt like he needed to act like it.

[apocalypticduality]

Sollux glanced out at the bench over which Bro's towel was laid, smiling faintly against Bro's neck then sucking at his adam's apple before straightening up and butting his head gently. "Pretty sure thothe bencheth aren't thecured to the ground though. Might want to find thomething a little thturdier." The weight benches would have been ideal, but that opened them up to possible banning from coming back to the gym at all.

[smuppetwrangler]

"The ones out at the lockers are though," Bro pointed out with a roll of his hips against Sollux's, "bolted to the floor and just about the right length to use to to restrain you." His fingertips played alongside the other's neck and jaw. "Could get me up against the lockers on the wall, make all sorts of noise." As he spoke, his blush rose and his genuine, toothy smile only grew.

[apocalypticduality]

Seeing Bro blush was a bit of a rarity in its own right and Sollux grinned right back at him, dragging the tip of his finger down the bridge of Bro's nose. He reciprocated the slow roll with one of his own as the other hand dipped between them to coax his bulges out and around his fingers. "Well then we have a plan for next time now don't we?" he purred then took Bro's lips once more, sucking the lower one into his mouth then letting it go with a quiet laugh.

[smuppetwrangler]

"Gives us a reason to get back here and get sweaty again," Bro sighed contentedly, his own hand slipping down between them to run his calloused fingertips against Sollux's bulges with teasingly light touches. "Every time you don't punk out, could reward you somehow," he moaned as he rolled his hips forward, guiding Sollux's bulges around his cock. "Any way you want," he added with a moment to take a sharp breath in at the unique, familiar sensation of slick, strong bulges around him, while he dipped his hand down to brush his fingers against Sollux's nooks.

[apocalypticduality]

Sollux hitched his thigh up over Bro's hip and pressed into him, his bulges slipping wetly over his skin and tightening down. He was aware that fucking here wouldn't really be much different from fucking anywhere else that they had done so over the past couple of years but he wasn't going to argue. Bro was a good, attentive lover and he had yet to grow tired of anything they did together. "My muthleth are gonna feel like hell after thith," he muttered, nudging his nose up under Bro's chin.