"Muscle toning is improtant, Myc," Greg grunted, pumping his arms away from his chest. He was lying on his back and bench pressing nearly 100kg.
Mycroft was leaning against the wall behind him, half-spotting for Greg, half-observing a dust mote floating in the dim sunlight filtering in from the grimey windows above them. He raised his eyebrows but didn’t say a word. Waiting patiently for his husband to finish, he silently counted Greg’s reps. He finally stopped at 3 sets of 30. The clank of the bar settling into the cradle signalled that Greg was finished.
"Now, I’m going to take a few kilos off and-" Greg started to pull a 20kg weight from one of the sides but Mycroft held up his hand. It was Greg’s turn to cock his eyebrows. He held his hands up and backed away from the bench, smirking at Mycroft’s confidence.
Then, to Greg’s surprise, Mycroft picked up another two 10kg weight and added one to each side. He then swiftly stretched out on the bench, braced his feet on the floor at the end, and gripped the bar. Greg moved behind to the spotter’s postion and waited for Mycroft to start.
Curling his long fingers around the bar, Mycroft hefted the 120kg out of the cradle, let it rest against his chest for only a moment before pressing upwards awayfrom him smoothly, quickly doing 30 reps. He reested only for another moment before swiftly doing 2 more sets. He carefully re-st the bar in the cradle and swung his legs sideways, sitting up. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.
Mycroft cast a smug glance at his awstruck husband. “Yes, Gregory,” he muttered as he passed, on his way to the leg press station, “toned muscles are quite important.” He sauntered away, leaving Greg speechless and dangerlously turned on.
(Not what you expected, huh? Yeah, same.)