Rule Number 6: Never work out with Blue around
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Now that I have finished writing the one shots for the upcoming events, I can finally focus on writing more spontaneous ones.
It has been a while since I have last written some Drue so here you go!
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Warnings: Suggestive (Blue is to blame), filthy simping (yes, it is still Blue)
Synopsis: On the rare days when Dream found himself unable to work or unable to read a single additional sheet of paperwork without going insane, there was one thing that he always liked to do without feeling like he was slacking off: working out.
It helped him to stay fit for upcoming raids and fights, was beneficial for his health and most importantly, was grounding and a change of pace. He quite enjoyed it.
Though lately, he has discovered that perhaps someone enjoyed it even more than he did, or at least, enjoyed watching him do it more than he took pleasure in doing the activity.
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On the rare days when Dream found himself unable to work or unable to read a single additional sheet of paperwork without going insane, there was one thing that he always liked to do without feeling like he was slacking off: working out.
It helped him to stay fit for upcoming raids and fights, was beneficial for his health and most importantly, was grounding and a change of pace. He quite enjoyed it.
Though lately, he has discovered that perhaps someone enjoyed it even more than he did, or at least, enjoyed watching him do it more than he took pleasure in doing the activity.
Of course, he’s talking about Blue.
Whenever Dream found himself walking toward the training room, the latter would somehow appear right there and then, no matter if he was supposed to be working at that time or not. He would always be here, no exception recorded to this date.
He had long since stopped trying to understand how the younger one was always aware of such information and frankly, he had learned not to mind his presence while he was just doing his own thing.
However, that acceptance only seemed to work against him as Blue, usually only watching him had started to ‘participate’ in his session.
In his own way.
“Blue, can I ask what in the world you are doing?” Dream, who had been doing pushups peacefully for a few minutes, suddenly asked, interrupted by his boyfriend suddenly sitting up on his lower back.
His rhythm was slightly interrupted, but he kept going up and down, only at a slower pace. The additional weight was not making the exercise that much more difficult, to his surprise.
That, or his performance was just enhanced by his magic itself being fueled by the odd amusement Blue took in doing this.
“I’m just helping you get stronger, Darling~” He responded in a sing-song voice, getting himself comfortable and swinging one of his legs on the other side of Dream’s body. Now, he was more or less straddling him. “This has become far too easy for you, it’s not a bad thing to test ourselves once in a while!”
Dream was unable to see him yet, he could perfectly picture the wide grin that was most likely stretching his lips as he spoke. “It’s a warm-up Blue, it’s not supposed to be difficult.” He retorted, yet not showing any signs of discomfort or even attempting to get Blue off of him.
The latter certainly noticed, his grin stretching even wider. “You don’t sound that much bothered though, angel. Does it really matter then?”
Dream avoided answering, preferring to continue his pushups like the latter wasn’t there.
Dream closed his eyes and started to focus again.
154... 155... 156...
His eyebrow twitched when he felt the other suddenly laying the weight of his entire upper body onto his back, his face right next to Dream’s ear.
“Let me guess, that’s another way to make this trickier for me?” A hum close to his ear answered him.
“You learn fast.” Blue chuckled, making Dream go even slower. He cursed as he realized he had completely forgotten how many he had done so far.
Again, Blue seemed to read his mind and chuckled again. “You’re at 164 pushups, darling. Am I distracting you?” He tilted his head innocently.
“No, of course not.” He frowned, his pride halting the idea of admitting the truth to Blue, even if he knew the other was definitely aware of his thoughts. The latter seemed to take even more pleasure in staying here than he did initially, enjoying Dream’s reactions way more now that he was starting to get tired.
“Is that so?” Blue purred, tracing a little heart on Dream’s nape. “I don’t really think you mean that Angel.”
Dream’s eyebrow twitched, of course he would start teasing him! “I am perfectly capable of keeping track of that, thank you very much.”
“Then how many have you done so far?”
Dream opened his mouth only to close it once he realized he really did not have an answer to that. He had been too distracted by their conversation to really focus on what he was doing.
“...” If Blue’s amused giggle was anything to go by, he probably knew that the other was unable to answer his question.
“Well?” He arched his eyebrow, trying to keep his grin as discreet as possible. Though, that was obviously a failure as the corners of his lips twitched upward. Dream was, however, far too embarrassed to really comment on that.
Or to speak at all for that matter, he had not uttered a single word yet.
“Are you not even going to give me the pleasure of hearing your voice?” He purred in his ear, his finger tracing down his shoulder blade, trying to get a reaction out of him.
Dream eventually just sighed and stabilized in the air, twisting his neck to look at Blue. “You can get off now, I’m going to do something else.”
The other almost looked disappointed it was over but complied anyway, standing up as Dream got more into a kneeling position. He stood up pretty quickly, wanting to dodge a potential flirty joke Blue could throw his way.
They were still in the training room , and anyone could catch them talking. It was already bad enough that he let Blue do as he pleased like that. He really should make sure not to let the other indulge in too many guilty pleasures like that (even if Dream was certain his boyfriend did not, in fact, feel any guilt in enjoying those things.)
Though, as much as he told himself things like that, as much as he promised himself never to let Blue get away with things like this again, he knew that he would never do anything to really stop him.
Blue knew that too of course, which is why he did not even bother trying to stop enjoying himself, even and especially if it could potentially embarrass his boyfriend.
Blue walked back to the bench, where he was in the beginning of the session, and sat down there while Dream headed toward the weights in the other corner of the room.
The other followed the older one with his eyes, a grin still tugging at the corner of his lips. His mood was light, and nothing seemed to ruin it.
That theory only seemed to be proven by how Dream started shedding his jacket (his vision must have healed by at least 2 points) and picked up a weight, moving it up and down and damn the sight of those arms flexing was a blessing.
He was shamelessly looking at Dream, and the other, while looking up once or twice in his direction, did not say anything to him.
After an hour of this, without anyone stepping into the training room and interrupting whatever moment Dream and Blue were having in there, Dream finally deemed the exercise enough and joined Blue, breathless.
He found the latter smiling, waiting for him with his arm raised, already handing him a bottle of water.
The winged man thanked him quietly, popping the bottle open and tilting his head backward as he drank, moving the front of his shirt away from his body feeling way too warm for comfort.
Blue used to laugh at the cliché scene in movies and anime where the main love interest would be done exercising and be depicted as ethereal as they hydrated, with a pink background with hearts and everything.
Well, would you look at who is laughing now?
Blue was not making it hard for Dream to guess that he quite liked what he was seeing, his pupils seconds away from being hearts as he stared at him.
Dream almost wanted to laugh but he did not act on it, preferring to end this scene and throw the bottle away, having drunk its whole contents.
Blue pouted but was quick to stand up again, standing by his side.
He made a move to cling to his arm as he usually did but this time, Dream clicked his tongue and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him and sticking him in place. Blue made a betrayed noise as he looked up, staring at the taller man’s eyes with both confusion and hurt shining on the surface of his blue eyes.
“Trust me, you don’t want to be touching me right now.” Blue pouted even more, crossing his arms around his chest, and turning away from his boyfriend, muttering something along the lines of “Said who?” He made a mental note to text Hacker about this later.
Dream sighed at his reaction, nudging his knuckles with his fingertips. “I never said we couldn’t hold hands.”
Blue brightened up again and happily intertwined their hands, though now pestering him to promise him cuddles after a shower. The other nodded absently to his suggestions, though still a smile on his face.
