Couple’s exercise regimen

Erik pants heavily, sweat almost dripping off his chin, he has to consciously focus on breathing in properly, holding himself up, arm outstretched against the front of his dorm room door.

“Jesus wept.” He says, almost out of breath, “It’s only six floors.”

Erik enters his dorm and collapses on the couch, downing the glass of water. He had gotten back from University, dismayed to find out from Heidi that the elevator was undergoing maintenance, and that he would have to take the stairs up to his room. No biggie, he had naively assumed.

Erik has learned the hard way that sex and occasional weight lifting is not enough to have good stamina. Erik, still wheezing on the couch — gets flash banged by the image of himself in a few months time, fat, flabby, weak and with a lot less stamina. There’s no concern about Vi leaving him over his body, she’s not that shallow — but Erik has no interest in being in that kind of open relationship. He shamefully grabs his phone and dials Sai.

—

“Alright mate, keep going, strength and keep this pace! Doesn’t need to be quick or insane pulls, just consistent, focus on breath control.”

Erik finds himself sweating. Again. This time with Sai who stands besides him, in that stupid gym tee that shows off his entire muscular arm, the large open hole to show off his stupid chest and side profile, the whirring of the rowing machine buzzing in his head.

“Urrrrghhhhh.” Erik groans, throwing his head back as Sai hands him a bottle of water.

“Yeah, nice. Good shit.” Sai says, squatting on his heels next to him, “We’ll keep doing stamina focused cardio with occasional strength. I’ll send you the program I did when I got into it, are you going to count calories?”

“Should I?” Erik asks, “I usually just eat and I’m fine.”

“Ha. Must be nice. I’ll send you a simple one, I reckon for you, you need more protein and carbs, you’re just lacking in energy, not stamina, I think”

Erik nods, “Thanks man.”

The boys glance across the gym, the lights of Spades Side gym shining down on them, Vi is standing with Brandon, working up a sweat of her own, Brandon next to her, arms crossed, commenting on her form as she does tricep pushdowns.

Brandon happens to look up and makes eye contact with Erik, a tense moment passes before Brandon smiles and nods in acknowledgement, Erik returns the greeting, his eyes checking out the way Vi’s arms tense with every rep, the form required creating an alluring silhouette of her body.

“Stop eye fucking my man and tell me if I’m doing this right.” Vi says through clenches teeth, reaching the apex of the push down, arms shaking as she returns to the starting position.

“If you can pay enough attention to me that means we can increase the weight.” Brandon threatens with a grin, reaching down and moving the pin down.

“Fuck.” Vi says, shaking to just push the weight down now, but successfully completing some reps while Brandon watches. She eventually finishes her last rep and steps back, losing her balance a bit, Brandon places a hand on her back to steady her, she sighs and thanks him, glancing across at her man, she notices the look in his eye, she can tell, even from this distance, that his eyes are on the hand on her back, she turns to Brandon, “Let’s give him a show.”

Brandon eyes her, “Jesus, are you two always like this?”

She waves a hand, ignoring his query “Yeah, yeah, I’m not saying fuck me against this machine.” She pauses and looks up at him, indignant, “also, we’re not going to fuck every second week. I’m cool to do at least one workout before having other fun. But, I still choose when I cash that in, y’know? We might not do anything for a month, because I don’t want to.”

Brandon laughs, “Of course, you call the shots, I’m happy to just get a piece of this ass every now and then.” He reaches down and squeezes her ass.

Her mouth opens in an ‘O’ shape at his touch, “Good.”

—

Now, Vi has both Erik and Sai in a trance.

“Bro…”

“I know…”

“Your girl is wilder than Ari…”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know about that king.”

The boys watch in awe at the level of Vi’s comfortability with her trainer, Brandon casually grabbing her ass, guiding her through her exercises, standing behind her, hand on her back, taking her to the stretching area, his dark hands contrasting against her skin, pressing into her inner thighs, stretching her legs open as he kneels between her legs. Guiding her through yoga positions, pressing his body against her, pushing her to put more effort in.

Vi looks over at the boys as she saunters behind Brandon towards his office, putting a bit of an extra sway in her step, before closing the door behind her.

“Dude…” Sai says, “Do you think shes…?”

“Fuck.” He perks up, “Wait. Fuck off, train me, stop looking at my girl.”

—

“How long do you think we should stay in here?”

“How much do you want your ego stroked?” Vi asks, looking up from her phone, lying on the massage table in Brandon’s office.

He nods, thinking for a moment, putting his phone down on the desk, “Maybe another 10 minutes then.”

Vi snorts, “Real workhorse you are, I expect you to actually last that long next time.”

“I lasted long last time.”

“Mhmm.” She teases with a smirk, she pats the massage table, “How come you haven’t massaged me on this?”

Brandon shrugs, “You never asked.” He gives her a quizzical look, “You know your membership includes bookable massage services with me or Jess.”

Vi pouts, “I didn’t read that.”