Noah

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As he felt the other on his back, he wanted to grab him by the leg and throw him but refrained. Though the temptation was there. “Kindly desist.” He muttered at the other. “Sure if you want your valuables to shrivel up. ‘Roids… shrink your favorite gear.”

The broad back gave his slender figure enough space to be comfortable. Noah rolled around until his front was pressed to the other's back and he wrapped his arms around Name's neck to keep himself steady. “Okay, no ‘roids, then. What about crossfit? It looks more fun to throw tires around than just push myself against the floor.”

Jacob looked the boy over passively, clicking his tongue. “For starters, if you want to get ‘ripped’ you need more muscle on you than you’re getting by zooming through everything.” Standing, he moved over to the dead lift bars. “You’re going to need heavy and slow to build muscle mass. Slow work outs will cause the muscles to swell, and expand.” Sighing, he looked back at the boy. “You could deadlift. Or….” He dropped to do a slow push up with one arm. “Push yourself.”

His excitement died down and a frown appeared upon his features. He did not like the way everything sounded, but he watched the man carefully and hoped it was easier than he thought. He let out a low groan and stomped his foot in a childlike manner. “That’s so much work,” he whined, rushing to sit on the man’s back as he did the push up. “Isn’t there an easier way to get jacked, like ‘roids or something?” he mused.

Post workout, he sat with his head down and his eyes on the ground. Listening to the music thrumming through his earbuds, he managed to find his resting heart rate in mere moments as the sweat continued to drip down his skin to the tip of his nose before it hit the mat. Jacob sat there, still as could be until a shadow hovered over him and his eyes glanced up, icy blue and penetrating. “I imagine manners are hard to come by ‘round here.” He muttered gruffly, tones from south Boston hanging on his voice. “Can I help you?”

Noah didn’t care for workouts-- mostly because he burned through calories faster than other people, but he still wanted to build up some muscles like the rest of the beasts he worked with. He rushed his way through a couple of machines, invisible to the naked eye, then moved on to hover over Jacob. He ignored the snarky remark and grinned at the question, lifting his shirt to reveal his stomach and slim chest. “What do you think, do I look ripped yet?” he asked with giddy excitement.