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“Watch me closely, manager,” Lighter smirked, standing just beneath the bar. With a small jump, he reached for it, both arms high above his head before he began to effortlessly do one pull up after the other.
What a show off, Wise thought, shaking his head slightly. Still, he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the little show and, most importantly, the view.
Without that thick, leather jacket on the way, Wise could admire each and every muscle - from Lighter’s arms to his abdomen - flexing, tensing and relaxing. He wasn’t really a fan of working out or exercising, but getting to see Lighter like this did make it worth the effort.
“You make it look so easy,” Wise added, his eyes shifting from Lighter’s face to the other parts of his body, “is being good at it actually that amazing? Or you’re just tricking me to look cool?”
“I’d never, manager,” Lighter huffed, hanging himself for a couple seconds before pulling his body up again until his head was above the bar, “but you can make it harder if you don’t believe me.”
“Harder?” Wise repeated, cocking his head to the side as he thought about it. But how? “Hmm…”
While Wise seemed to give it some more thought, Lighter couldn’t help but flash him a smile. Now he just needed to suggest to Wise to hug him to add some extra weight and- “W-wohoah!”
“Is this hard enough?” Wise asked playfully, his fingers tweaking and wiggling against both Lighter’s sides, “are you even ticklish?”
“Pfft- a bihihit, yes!” Lighter giggled through gritted teeth. His eyes closed shut and his knees pressed against each other as he squirmed as much as he could in his current situation. Why did it have to go like this? “M-mahahanager, thahat’s too hard!”
“Is it?” Wise teased, his thumbs rubbing circles over Lighter’s hips before he let his hands roam over that toned stomach, “but didn’t you say I could make it harder?”
Lighter let out a groan, his arms threatening to falter, to fail him. That bar that was just a flex away now seemed so, so high. He tried to focus, ignore Wise’s words and the tickling running over his torso. Just one and he could prove himself, yes.
“Almost there! ~” Wise cheered, scratching around Lighter’s lower ribs as he began to move up. His arms were trembling and his knuckles nearly turned white from how hard he was gripping at that bar. “You can do it, Lighter!”
“I- hnngh- k-know! HAh!” He gasped, letting go of the bar and falling on his butt as soon as his head went a single inch over the bar. It counted, right? It definitely did! “T-there,” he sighed, looking up to Wise as the sound of his laughter reached his ear. “Aren’t I amazing?”
“Of course, heh,” Wise giggled, reaching a hand out to Lighter, “the most incredible out there.”