Work Text:
The building was silent and dark as they entered. The two mens footsteps on the carpet were the only sound. They scoped out all the office spaces they thought their third companion might be hidden away in with no luck. The building was relatively large, the homebase of Ragnar and Erik’s international private military and security contracting company. They checked the training rooms, staff lounge and Sihtric’s office, finding no trace of the man. They were quickly running out of rooms to check as they came up to the back portion of the building and saw the lights were on in the gym and training area down stairs.
They left the administration area, taking the metal stairs down to the training room floor. It was a large area, equivalent to a commercial gym, with all the machines, free weights, cardio equipment and sparring room a person could want or need. They could hear the rhythmic huffs of someone exhaling through an exerting movement.
They both stopped suddenly as they caught sight of their missing man. He was not hunched over a textbook or practising the manual skills he needed to complete his assessment like they thought he would be. They were treated with the delightful sight of his exposed back and shoulder blades rhythmically contracting as he heaved a bar connected to a pulley system from above his head down to his chest.
Both men felt themselves stirring at the sight of the younger man's clearly defined back muscles bulging as he pulled down. They could see from the mirror along the wall that Sihtric had his eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing and controlling his movements.
They stood frozen watching the raw strength on display.
Sihtric had only started dating Uhtred and Finan a few weeks ago. They knew from the small glimpses they had seen and the innocent touches they had shared so far that Sihtric's entire body was firm and well defined. They both desperately wanted to see and feel more of the newcomer, but had been taking the physical side of their relationship with him painfully slowly under threat of violence if they hurt him from practically everyone they knew.
As he let his arms raise above his head fully, letting the stack of weights gently fall down to join the pile in the machine he spoke before opening his eyes, “it’s rude to stare you know.”.
The younger man’s voice seemed to startle both of them, Finan’s eyes darted away from Sihtric’s glistening back, while Uhtred’s eyes shot up to meet Sihtric’s mismatched eyes in the mirror.
Sihtric stretched his arm out to the side and picked up the singlet that had been dropped on the floor beside him earlier. He balled the singlet up and brought it to his face, wiping the sweat out of his eyes before he braced and slowly stood up, swinging his leg over the small seat and turning to face the two intruders. He slowly dragged the shirt down his neck and chest, his hand coming to rest on his taut belly, holding the crumbled shirt just above the waist of his pants.
Sihtric cocked his head to the side, looking between the two men. Uhtred’s brain seemed to have short circuited and switched off when Sihtric turned to face them, all blood supply heading south by the look of the growing bulge in his jeans. Finan was still resolutely trying not to look at Sihtric anywhere but his face, his eyes snapping back up each time they migrated down to take in his chiselled chest and abdomen.
“Can you put that back on please” Finan whispered, slightly nodding his head towards the shirt in Sihtric’s hand.
Sihtric, who was well and truly sick of these two treating him like fragile glass, made the most exaggerated show he possibly could of raising his arms and slowly sliding the shirt back on. He smirked at the mournful groan that came out of Uhtred as he tugged the shirt down to cover the last inch of skin.
“Better?” Sihtric smirked as Finan finally seemed to relax a little.
“Not better!” Uhtred almost screeched as he shifted from foot to foot trying to relieve some of the friction in his pants.
Finan glared at Uhtred, slapping his arm. “Stop it! We talked about this…” he swirled his hands around between the three of them at waist height.
Sihtric raised an eyebrow in response. “No one talked to me about this…” his gesture was much more lewd.
Uhtred groaned again at the sight of sleeveless Sihtric mimicking the motion of jacking someone off.
“I need to not be here now”
“You have thirty minutes to be at our place for dinner, date night remember!” Finan sternly reminded Sihtric as he pivoted on the spot, following Uhtred back up stairs.
Sihtric shook his head and laughed at the two retreating backs. He appreciated them being considerate of his past and knew his Ragnar and Erik would have scared them to death about upsetting him. Mostly he hoped this accidental encounter might make it a lot harder for them to keep their hands to themselves. He promised himself he would test that after dinner tonight.