Thread by @VicariouslyYN

🏋🏻‍♂️🥊 'Press Me' - #NamKookAU

Just two dudes in a gym. One lifts weights, the other does martial arts. Who has more strength and endurance?

A story at the open request of @jaffakoo
Ty bb, I was ✨inspired✨

https://twitter.com/jaffakoo/status/1554149927638425603

JK didn’t like lifting weights, when he went to the gym. He preferred calisthenics style, using his own body to challenge himself. When, inevitably, his strength outweighed what was necessary for the workout, he just did it longer. Gained endurance.

A weight-lifter could /never/.

Still, he couldn’t help but admire the guys that /did/ lift weights. They certainly had a physique worth enjoying. He just didn’t think their muscles were all that… useful. Pretty, but useless.

Which is exactly what JK and the new guy at the gym were talking about one day, during warm-ups. He went by ‘Tiger’ and he was a Mai Thai student, which worked pretty well for challenging JK with boxing gloves on. They pushed each other well.

Especially when, during their spars, JK intentionally pronounced his nickname as ‘Tigger’, insinuating he was a cute little children’s character. He originally meant it because Tiger was always so light on his feet, and bouncy, but…

JK wouldn’t complain. It brought out the fierce competitiveness, and he /loved/ their sparring when that happened. He’d actually get knocked on his ass more often than not, which motivated him to work harder, and adapt some of Tiger’s moves himself.

It was partway though their conversation, that he started hearing snorts behind them, by the weight rack. Putting it off at first as the usual workout huffs, eventually his ears picked up that it wasn’t a rhythmic puffing, but a pointed one.

It was only happening at certain points in their conversation. Turning around, he saw none other than /the/ hottest regular that he was mildly ashamed to say he’d drooled over once or twice. Undeterred, he cocked his head and lifted a brow.

“Got something to say big guy? Just say it.”

The man, leaned back for inclined bench press, nested the bar back on the rack and sat up, pretending to adjust his wrist straps. He turned his back to JK, locked in a new weight on either side of the bar, and sat back down, legs spread wide.

Finally looking back up, he gave JK a blatant once over, and shrugged. “Just think you should walk the road before you talk shit about the quality of it”.

JK snorted, smirking incredulously. “You think THIS” He gestures to the metal bar and attached weights “Is anything like what /we’re/ doing? I’d like to see you try it, here I’ll even give you my gloves.”

The man, NJ as JK would later learn, only huffed and arched his back, adjusting his grip on the bar and lowering it to his chest. Eyes on JK he squeezed his chest and pressed upwards, nipples hard against his sweaty shirt.

Each press lifted his shirt a little more as it caught on his pecs when they tensed. JK couldn’t help how his eyes drifted rapidly south to the exposed skin, heat curling in his belly when he realized there was smooth, tanned skin peeking from under the shirt.

He shivered, imagining whether NJ waxed, or was just naturally low on body hair. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms with his gloves dangling at his side.

“So? You gonna come give this a shot?”

NJ conversed without flinching, without losing breath, and without slowing his movements at all. JK had to admit, silently, he was a /little/ impressed. Man clearly had stamina and strength. But JK had more.

“You think boxing makes you stronger than me, right? Stronger than a man that lifts weights regularly?”

JK snorts. “Clearly. Because it’s true. At the very worst, I’d bet I’m JUST as strong as you are.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“And you’re willing to bet on that?” NJ’s eyebrow cocked, his arms resting the bar back on the rack slowly, not a single wobble to be seen. In fact he placed it so steadily, the plates didn’t even rattle against each other.

JK swallowed thickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” He held out the gloves to NJ pointedly.

NJ sat up, elbows on his knees, and ruffled his sweat-soaked hair backwards. “Alright sure. I’ll spar with you, but you have to lift first.”

“Fine.” JK moved to the bench, but NJ didn’t move. “Well? I can’t lift if you don’t move.”

NJ smirked. “I didn’t say lift the /bar/.”

Brows furrowing, JK let his confusion show plainly. “Then-”

Dimples creasing, NJ couldn’t hide his amusement as he pulled a yoga mat over and laid it on the open floor. Laying himself down on it, he lifted his shoulder blades and re-settled his neck and hips, with his back arched beneath him.

“C’mere pretty thing. Lemme show you what I can do.”

JK flushed at the name, hovering nearby without knowing what to do. Thankfully, NJ elaborated without him asking.

“I’m gonna bench you. Just squat over here, back to me, and when I say so just lean back.”

“Lean back? Like fall on top of you?”

NJ chuckled, “Yes, but I’ll catch you. This hand will be on your tailbone, this one between your shoulders. All I need /you/ to do, is hold your legs out straight. Like doing planks. You can do those, right?”

Neck-hairs bristling, JK’s bunny teeth protruded in a pout. “/Yes/ I can do a fucking /plank/.”

“Then? What are you worried about? I’m laying on the ground, I can’t drop you. My elbows will stop, see?” He demonstrates where his elbows crook and meet the ground beside his body.

With a huff, JK stomps forward, spins around, and drops, gloves landing somewhere beside them. With one last glance over his shoulder, just to confirm he’s lined up correctly, he leans backwards slightly.

As promised, he feels NJ’s hand at his tailbone, a gentle pressure that sent goosebumps racing down his arms. Closing his eyes like this was a trust fall, JK crosses his arms and leans back.

He falls maybe 4 inches before he feels a broad hand on his upper back, fingers adjusting as his weight is slowly lowered to horizontal. He can feel NJ’s breath on his exposed arms, and shivers a little involuntarily.

“Yah, don’t wiggle. Just stick your legs out and hold it.”

“I’m no-ugh. Fine.” He jerks his legs out stubbornly fast, heart beating rapidly as he feels the shift wobble his body sideways a little. The movement is brief, as NJ’s arms quickly balance him out and hold him still.

“Ready?”

“Should ask you that big man”

NJ snorts and, with a solid push, JK is in the air. He’s being held in the air, over NJ’s body. He glances to the side slowly, and blushes when he catches the gaze of the man holding him.

“O-okay, so you can lift once. That all you can do? Boxing gives strength AND endurance.”

“Oh my endurance is fine, I assure you.”

JK doesn’t miss the husky tone in that line. He shivers again, despite himself, and voices the challenge. “Okay so… Go on then. Show me your endurance.”

“Alright… But you realize you have to lift me next, right? One for one, whatever I press you, you press me?”

JK splutters, “But how’s that fair? You’re probably twice my weight at least?!”

Conceding the point, NJ smiles. “Okay, then you have to do half of what I do. That’s fair, right? Half the weight, half the reps?”

“Ugh. Fine. Just get it over with.”

As NJ lowers his body, pressing him back up into the air, JK tries to ignore the swooping in his belly at the display of strength. He reasons it’s just because there are hands beneath him, and body heat radiating upwards with each descent.

That’s all.

Only a little out of breath, NJ starts talking between his counts.

“So let’s say I can *pause* win this bet after all. What are you *pause* going to give me?”

JK doesn’t even think, he just responds, “What do you want?”

On the next descent, NJ brings him more towards his face, twisting his arms so that JK is hovering awkwardly. The latter’s gut twists in a shock of arousal that has him clenching his legs together.

NJ whispers into his ear, “I want a round two… A 1 on 1 if you will.”

/fuck/

“And if… if I win?”

Twisting JK’s body back to upright and resuming his presses, NJ chuckles breathily. “Anything you want pretty thing. Anything you want”

JK spends the next few minutes thinking of all the things he could ask for if he won. But as the count under NJ’s breath went up, JK’s optimism faded.

“Twenty…. /two/…. Twenty….*nng* /threeee/” NJ was clearly pushing now, determined to keep the count going. This was his chance to show off to the cute boy he’d been crushing on, overworking himself at the bench press just to be closer.

But JK’s legs were shaking, core exhausted. He let his legs fall, stiff on the floor and interrupting NJ’s press.

“Okay, my turn Jesus you’re taking too long. I get it, you can do a lot.”

Breathing heavy, but not quite winded, NJ leaned up on one elbow with a smirk. “Did you just tap out… on my behalf?” He looked at JK, who had to push on his knees to stand upright. “Ah, or did the pretty boy with all that stamina… get tired?”

“Hardly” JK scoffed, shooing NJ off the mat. With NJ’s help, he adjusted his form and caught the man’s weight on his hands, easily pressing him upwards once, twice, thrice. By the 5th though, his arms were less steady. His head was a little fuzzy as he held his breath to PUSH.

NJ must have noticed, because in a heartbeat he rolled off JK’s hands and leaned down to him. “Hey hey hey, breathe! In, and hold okay? Alright now out slowly. There you go, good boy.”

JK tried to hide his blush behind a hand brushing his hair, but NJ only chuckles.

Leaning down to lift JK to his feet, NJ crowds behind him under the guise of “Making sure you don’t faint on me… think of this as spotting for you.”

He doesn’t have it in him to argue, not when he can smell the musky sweat of NJ behind him and feel the ghost of his hands on his back still. He doesn’t even push NJ to take to the gloves now, only lets himself be lead to the locker rooms.

NJ is right behind him the whole way, right up to JK’s locker where his shower supplies are kept. It’s when he reaches a hand in to grab his toiletries, that NJ brackets his arms around him, pressing his body to JK’s in a pose that looks an awful lot like a vertical push-up.

His mouth finds its way to the spot right behind his ear, hot breath ghosting across his sweaty skin. “For round two, how about I show you my endurance baby?”

JK shudders at the rich, deep tone. NJ’s voice is deeper, grittier, and full of satoori that slurs sexily. ‘Fuck it’ he thinks, body slumping against the weight of NJ’s.

“Y-yeah. Let’s go big man”

NJ chuckles again, a hand finding its way to JK’s hip and pulling against him at the same time he presses his own forward again. After a moment of mouthing against JK’s neck, he tugs at the smaller man, towards the showers.

JK only barely remembers to grip tightly on his bag of toiletries before he’s being manhandled into a shower stall, curtain closing loudly behind them. He’s maneuvered out of his clothes just as quickly, and then pressed face first against the tile wall.

The spray of water hits his back, steam filling the space rapidly and slicking their bodies with more beads of moisture. He’s turned around, back pressed to the wall now, and kissed passionately.

It’s the desperate kind of kiss, the one that is all teeth and pressure and slick tongues dancing with no purpose, no path. The kind where all you want is to /feel/, to /taste/. He moans into NJ’s mouth and curls his fingers into his hair.

“Fuck… I don’t even know your name”

NJ laughs into his mouth, dimples creasing. “Hah… NJ…”

“JK” and then he’s lifted into NJ’s arms, wrapping his legs around his waist instinctively. He tries not to think about how the frequent displays of strength /do things/ to him.

He knows he’s strong, and he knows NJ is strong, but feeling the man’s strength is a whole other level. He doesn’t think anything could be sexier than that if he’s honest. Being man-handled, lifted, maneuvered, like he weighs nothing at all.

He’s wrong. NJ gets sexier almost immediately.

“Nng fuck… Not how I pictured touching you for the first time” He says, nipping another mark against JK’s throat.

“Oh? You’ve thought about me then big man?”

NJ huffs, biting a little harder indignantly. “Hard not to when a pretty little thing like yourself is eye-fucking me every other day… bending over in those warmups with your sweet little ass pointed right at me”

JK moans loudly, squeezing at NJ’s nape. “Fuuckk. I thought I was discreet.”

“Heh. So did I… turns out we’re both idiots eh?”

Humming, JK leans down to slide a finger against his own rim, but his wrist is yanked away.

“Wha-”

NJ shakes his head. “No, not here. Not like this. Mmmf” He licks against JK’s jaw, up to his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth momentarily. “Don’ wanna hurt you baby”

And /fuck/ there it is. He just got sexier. Even /if/ JK is physically aching at the lack of relief from the pent up arousal that’s coiled deep in his belly. He feels his body cramping in protest.

“Need you… please, something…”

NJ groans and nods his head against JK’s cheek. He shifts himself to hold JK with one arm, snaking the other between them to grip JK’s cock lightly. He feathers a touch across the length, reveling in how it twitches under his ministrations.

He lets his own cock rest, nestled between JK’s ass cheeks, untouched as he slowly strokes JK. He twists and pulls, rotating his calloused palm over the tip, smearing pre-cum with the movement.

JK throws his head back, punching the shower wall, and clenches his legs around NJ. “Fuuuuck….”

“Hah… You know, most people hate my callouses… Say they’re…mmff… ugly… painful…”

“They are… painful that is… but *gasp* in a good way I assure you.”

NJ chuckles, head dropping to JK’s stiff nipples. “You’re a boxer, of course you’d say that.”

“What’s that me-AHH close please do that again”

Pinching JK’s cockhead between his fingers, NJ slides a calloused finger against the slit, spreading it open slightly, sliding down the sensitive underside with a rough drag and circling up to repeat.

JK’s nails dig into his skin, pull at his hair, and his legs squeeze his hips tightly. His own hand grips the underside of JK’s thigh hard and he ruts between his ass-cheeks, chasing his own orgasm now that he knows JK is close.

He’s not the only one, JK’s hips are rotating around his own, grinding down on his cock with each motion. He grunts, teaching under them again to squeeze his cock between their bodies, pressing against the underside of JK’s.

They both moan loudly at the hot contact, until JK winces in discomfort. “It’s… mm kind of rough”

NJ nods, carrying them both beneath the water spray momentarily to grab a bar of soap. Pressing them against the wall under the showerhead, NJ slicks them both down, bubbles slicking down their bodies in thin rivulets.

He moves to their cocks again, sliding the soap around their lengths. JK takes the soap from him, holding it behind his head as he returns to stroking them, aided by the suds.

“Fuck… yeah that’s better.” They quickly slide back to their rhythm of grinding, and squeezing, able to grip their cocks tighter together now that they’re slick and easy to glide over.

JK cums hard with a rough thrust, shooting cum across NJ’s cock, slicking the motions further. His stuttering hips loosen NJ’s grip underneath him though.

In a panic, he spins them to press JK against the wall, sliding him down to a thigh, and capturing his lips again.

“Fuck baby… So hot when you cum…”

“Yeah? My turn, lemme see you cum for me”

“Mm… close… so close…” NJ closes his eyes and burrows against JK’s neck, squeezing his cock roughly. JK rides his thigh, matching his hands motions, thrusting their hips together against his own overstimulation.

With his eyes shut, NJ feels like he’s fucking JK’s tight little ass, imagines taking him on the floor right in the center of the gym. Imagines bending him over the bench.

Imagines, finally, laying on the bench and JK walks over to sit right on his cock… tells him to bench another set while he rides him, and then NJ is slumping against JK’s very real body, ropes of cum sliding down his wet body.

They rest their foreheads together, panting, JK’s arms snaking around NJ’s neck again like it’s the only place they should be. NJ’s do the same around his waist, and then they’re laughing.

JK speaks first. “So… Is it too soon for me to simp over your body, or do I have to wait for round three?”

“Hah… Baby you can do whatever you want with my body. Round three, four, five, you name it and it’s yours”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm”

“So if I say I want you to bend me over, lift me, press me right onto your cock sometime…?”

“Fuck.” NJ’s cock twitches against JK’s thigh.

JK giggles, pulling NJ in for a kiss again as he takes his turn to soap their bodies, actually washing them this time.

He supposes that not /all/ weight-lifters’ muscles are useless. Maybe some are pretty /and/ useful.

🏋🏻‍♂️🥊 ~ The End ~ 🥊🏋🏻‍♂️