Steve let the door close on its own behind him, not worried about pets zipping out. He'd gotten used to the one legged cat block when they were visiting Claudia, but since Dustin just had his enclosure of dart frogs, it wasn't a worry. Steve tossed his jacket up on the rack, and stretched his arms over his head. It was good to be home, even if he was going to have to start dinner.
"Dustin?" Steve called out, also not worried about that. Dustin was home, he saw his shoes, his bike, and heard music playing down the hall.
"Office!" Dustin yelled back, and Steve kicked his shoes off, hopping on one foot to get them both off. Steve was a romantic kind of guy, and while Dustin fluctuated in his types of romantic gestures, they both were generally in a bad mood unless they got their morning and post work kisses.
Steve walked down the short hall, past their bathroom and bedroom door, and to their spare room / Dustin's experiment zone. Where in, Steve turned into the open room, and froze. Dustin was in the middle of the room, bent over at the waist, ass up, head towards his feet, and his hands on the ground. Steve had found his boyfriend in many strange situations, but this may have been the oddest position.
"Uh," Steve said, looking him over. No top on, Steve's sweatpants that didn't fit Steve like that, plus no socks.
"Hey, come here often?" Dustin joked, from his bent position. Steve opened his mouth, and closed it. Some thoughts were better left unspoken. "I've been trying out yoga. Helps with some of my joint pain."
Dustin stood up slowly, languidly, turning to look at him properly, hand on his hip. Steve could see the trail of hair from his chest, dragging all the way down his soft stomach and below the elastic of his own pants. It wasn't as though it was a mystery what the rest of him looked like, but it felt titillating all the same.
"Downward dog," Dustin explained to no avail, because Steve wasn't certain if it was related to yoga, or the song playing on the radio. "It's exercise, you'll like it. Here, let me show you."
Steve wasn't about to argue.
He watched as Dustin lowered himself to the ground, half laying down on the office rug. Steve tilted his head as Dustin moved into position, onto his knees with his arms stretched out in front of him, and his ass in the air yet again. "This is the puppy," Dustin said with his head down. "Get it, it's like a smaller version of the downward dog."
"I'm getting something, sure." Steve said absent-mindedly.
After a minute Dustin turned over, and by the look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. He also knew Steve would go along with it for as long as Dustin wanted. A dangerous combination of personality traits.
"The opposite, if you want a different kind of strech, would be the bridge." Dustin explained to him, laying flat on the floor, looking up at him. He moved his legs until they were bent at the knee, and braced himself with his arms as he just lifted his hips up towards the ceiling. Steve's sweats didn't leave much to the imagination in the front at this angle either.
"This is also a really great one to do repeatedly, really stretches those hard to reach places." Dustin told him, with a cocky little smile. Lowering and raising his hips once more.
"Yeah?" Steve said slowly, before Dustin moved to just a normal sitting position on the floor. "So, you're just stretching. Normally. Something you do regularly, and definitely not on purpose just when I'm getting home."
"Of course." Dustin told him, clearly proud of himself. "I have a disability that affects my skeletal structure. Stretching is important."
Steve hummed to himself, before he began to unbutton his shirt. Dustin's eyes immediately locked onto his fingers as Steve went painfully slowly, button by button. He shrugged it off, leaving his top half only in his wife beater.
"I can show you some of the stretches we do before practice." Steve said simply, before moving to his belt. "I think my shirt and slacks will be a bit constricting, though."
"Right," Dustin said, voice a bit dry, blue eyes locked on him. "You need full range of motion, that makes sense."
Steve unhooked his belt and pushed his slacks and socks down, kicking them off.
"Maybe your wife beater, too." Dustin suggested to him. "Don't want to get over heated."
Steve agreed with him, taking off everything besides his boxer briefs. "So, first thing we do is raise our arms up-" Steve lifted his arms over his head, straight up, grasping his hands together until his arms made an upside down V shape over him. "Then, we bend side to side. Really helps loosen up tight back muscles, stretch out those lats."
"Uh huh," Dustin mumbled, but he certainly wasn't looking at Steve's face as he spoke.
"Once we're done with that, and feeling loose, I try to get everyone to touch their toes. It's always funny who can and can't, because it's never who you think." Steve brought his clamped hands forward in front of him, before bending over and grabbing his ankles. He could put his hands flat on the floor if he wanted, Steve was flexible after years of exercise.
When Steve stood back up, and met Dustin's eyes, his boyfriend was practically chewing his fingernails off as he watched Steve. You'd think the way they were, they'd be in their honeymoon period or something, and yet this was five years into stable living together, not even counting when they dated long distance.
"There's another I could show you," Steve said, taking a step forward towards him, until he was close enough to hook his thumbs under Dustin's- Steve's sweatpants. "Where one of us lays on our backs, and the other person sits between their thighs and helps push their leg up, as far as it'll go. Really pushes them into a deep, hard, tension relief in the hamstrings and glutes."
Dustin was just staring at his face, like he'd locked up, or his brain over heated.
"You wanna try? You can do me first." Steve said softly, leaning down until their lips were just a hair width apart.
"Steve," Dustin breathed out. "I'm going to bounce on you until you come, and then I'm going to fuck you from the back, into the floor, until I do."
"So, no more yoga tonight?" Steve cracked a grin, until Dustin kissed it off his face.
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