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Will always makes sure to poke fun at the way James texts him his lifting updates. The oaf is such a show off and Will can't be arsed to inflate his ego any further. A big head plus a big ego equals a big cunt.
A notification on his phone alerts Will to incoming texts. James seems to always know when he's thinking about him.
Fri 25 Apr at 21:25
J: Why is 110kg bench so fucking hard
J: Seems like such a mountain yet 105 I can multiple rep
What a double texting prick
Will is not going to admit it outright but he is really proud of James for keeping up with his workout plans. It is impressive to see him hit milestones that a year ago were monumental. A part of Will feels jealous at how James had a dockworker build that put on muscles easier than his own thin frame. Never mind that the smoking and drinking probably were not helping Will's appetite but that's besides the point. It was frankly unfair how much James was able to beef up in such a short time. Mother Nature oh so unapologetically blessed the posh twat with a large frame to carry strong muscle. Because of this Will never felt that bad about riffing on James’s workouts.
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They were filming together today and Will was full of energy. The team didn't really question it anymore as Will tended to be up to something on most days and especially when filming with James. Today was no different. Will was waiting to gauge what version of James he would be dealing with to determine when to strike. As James enters the studio with his usual “Hiya, coffee!”, Will knows that now is his time to shine.
Grabbing the coffee order out of James’s hands rewards him with a loud “Oi! Watch it!” that follows Will to the set. Placing the coffee down, Will turns to a freshly irritated James. “Well hello to you too Will, I had a very nice train ride, thank you for asking”
Perfect
Will feels as his lips pull back on their own accord to reveal his signature grin.
His lanky arms fly up in the air like an inflatable tube man from a used car lot as he goes in for the kill.
“Alright you big man! Uppies!”
James face contorts in delicious confusion at Will's excited exclamation
“Will what the fuck…”
“C'mon lad! Uppies!”
Will's arms are still in the air, as the whole crew is observing their interaction with similar bewilderment to James.
An uncomfortable laugh echoes from the big bastard himself as he grabs hold of Will's waist. Will feels as his feet lift up off the ground, foregoing leverage in favor of keeping his arms up high. In the two seconds that James is holding him in the air, Will has a chance to bask in the feeling of warm hands pressing firmly into his skin. He never expected this experience to feel so nice…
“Is this what you mean?”
Came a slightly strained voice from somewhere below.
Will's face suddenly becomes hotter than the surface of the sun. What on earth was that reaction? Why did he do this?
Trying to compose himself, a voice almost foreign to Will's ears answers the question.
“yeah I mean...yes...uh.. if you can put me down please lad…that would be great like”
His feet hitting solid ground did not help with his increasingly embarrassed flush. In fact he suddenly missed his friend’s warmth on his waist.
Will was jolted out of his miniature spiral by a loud, clipped laugh.
“Bro! Your face!”
“Point and laugh dickhead, while you still can! I'll be making beans a mandatory item next time we film, mind. You won't know what's hit ya!”
God this posh prick is infuriating
James, the absolute bellend, laughs harder now, joined in by the rest of his crew. This did not go as planned and Will is certain there was something about this interaction he was not grasping.
It seems that James's ego got an unintentional boost from Will's stunt. Good thing he would never find out how frequently Will fantasized about strong hands on his waist in the next few months.