“We work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but I know you sing Hannah Montana in the shower and you know I know” au (x)
Dean and Blue Eyes have this unspoken agreement.
They hadn’t originally. When Dean had started at the weird hippy gym Sam had bought the membership for—great birthday surprise, my ass—their relationship consisted solely of checking each other out while running or whatever. Mostly, it was Dean doing the checking out, because Blue Eyes is legit. He gets in, runs for an hour, gets gorgeously sweaty and breathless before hunkering down in a corner of the farthest studio and doing a half hour of yoga. Sometimes he’ll do weights and floor exercises, but he likes yoga. A lot.
Blue Eyes is bendy, athletic, and with his sweat-soaked hair and criminally glistening body, Dean is convinced he’s some sort of gladiator sent forward in time. Seriously, the guy’s sweat even smells awesome; not to mention the fact that he wears big t-shirts and short running shorts that ride up just so when he bends into downward dog.
Truth be told, even with sprinting for fifteen minutes and spending forty-five in the weight room, the guy makes Dean feel like a couch potato. Which kinda sucks, but obviously Dean is doing something right, because there are times when he’ll turn around to find Blue Eyes looking right at him. It’s like the guy has no shame, which is more hot than weird because he eyes Dean like he’s a tasty snack or a really difficult puzzle or something. And even though Dean tries not to, he always ends up blushing and looking away first, at which point Blue Eyes turns his intensity to working every muscle in his body like the god Dean knows he is.
That was how it was for a while… and then The Shower Incident happened.