delicatesse | [flash fic] nie brothers, never gonna quit, ~500w

neliore asked for niecest and i don't think i ship it even though i have been known to appreciate some of URO's art...... for Artistic Reasons..... anyway

so here is my not-niecest, not-porn, gen-rated take on your prompt :3

"You're the one who wanted to try it." Da-ge says with a huff. His hands are on Huaisang's hips, a warm brand-like type of hold that seems to seep through his t-shirt.

Huaisang whines, a small, pitiful sound.

"I did, but I didn't know it would be so big and— hard." There's sweat falling from his brows to his upper lip, and he tastes the saltiness of it in his mouth when he lets his tongue poke out in concentration. "The videos I've watched made it look easier."

"What kind of videos did you watch exactly?"

"You know," Huaisang says in a strained voice, feeling like he's about to pass out any second, "those ones where the guy just— grabs it and goes for it like it's nothing."

He is so fucking out of breath and dizzy, the room around them swimming a little in front of his eyes and yet, he doesn't want to give up just yet, doesn't want to give da-ge that satisfaction. He knows that da-ge will be an absolute shit about it if he gives up now, all I told you so's and knowing, judging grins. Besides, it would ruin da-ge's day too if he gives up now, and the only worst thing than a da-ge abusing big brother I-told-you-so privilege is a da-ge who's disappointed and mopey.

"You should have asked me for recommendations, if you wanted to watch videos." Da-ge says in a concerned voice.

"Well, yeah, right, too late."

"You know we can just stop if if it's too hard. We can just do something else, something less straining, perhaps?" Huaisang knows that da-ge is already running through a mental list of other things they could do, even if he hasn't replied yet. "Or I can just finish up here on my own."

"Nghh. Fuck." Huaisang says eloquently.

That's all the warning da-ge gets before he loses his precarious balance and topples backwards into da-ge's front, da-ge's hands still holding onto his hips as he stabilizes him upwards and—

—the ViPr, devil incarnate object straight from the pits of hell, falls to the floor. It's a miracle that Huaisang doesn't drop it on his feet, truly.

"Yeah, right, fuck this. I'll just watch you finish your gym session on your own, this is too fucking much."

"It was just the 4kg one," da-ge feels the obligation to comment, like it matters in any way now that Huaisang has officially checked out of this, "maybe we shouldn't have started with lunges as you had most of the weight of it on one side, though, but that usually goes fine with the beginners I coach."

"Is that supposed to make me feel any better?" Huaisang walks unsteadily to the side of the room, reaching for his water bottle. The dizziness is still there and he already feels sore as fuck. Tomorrow is going to be a bitch.

"I'll still keep my promise and buy you lunch after this, didi." Da-ge says. Huaisang perks up at that and smiles, watching as da-ge reaches for the 20kg sparkly silver kettlebell and lifts in one-handed above his head in a clean, precise movement.

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this is a ViPR and the 1st (and only) time a gym coach had me use one i wanted to fucking die. it's just a glorified fake log for gym purposes. awful. i kinda miss the gym though :///