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Teasing RazDragon
🕑 Added 2019-07-20 12:38:13 +0000 UTCHere's the second of the short stories I churned out in the last couple days to break out of this writing rutt. This one a tease aimed at Raz Dragon (@RazTheDragon) on twitter.
You know those times you and another guy's gazes meet from across the room? You both stare deep into each others eyes... then start trying to outdo one another at the gym to show the other up?
Well, Raz and Dragonien do. Though it seems one of them does get the upper hand at the end, not that the other is complaining.
About 1750 words of teasing, flexing, showing off, and a steamy provocation at the end!
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Teasing Razdragon
By Dragonien
Who the hell is that?
The two had the same thought at nearly the same moment, sneaking glances at one another out of the corners of their eyes as they both prepared themselves. Both came to the gym fairly frequently, if a bit irregular in their times, yet neither had ever noticed the other in the gym before. It would have been hard for either of them to not notice one another in much the same way it was hard for everyone else in the gym to not notice either of them.
The most glaring feature of both of them was that they both easily matched the eight-foot mark, both of them head and shoulders taller than the next tallest person in the gym. Both were obviously dragons, though their physical details could scarcely have been more different, but even as dragons the two were unnaturally large. One definitely had a couple of inches on the other, probably eight-foot-three or four while the other was solidly in the flat eight-foot range. His body was covered in hairless red hide rather than the fine, interlocking scales the lions-share of dragons sported, giving him a supple and smooth-to-the-touch appearance. Where the other had a pair of broad, powerful wings neatly folded to his back he had no wings to speak of. Yet, when he moved his arms, occasionally those around could catch glimpses of his back through the back of the arm openings of his sleeve-less shirt where there were hints of knotted, scarred skin along his otherwise smooth flesh where his wings might have once been. His build was sleek and powerful, built with that combination of strength and flexible grace that screamed predator to the instincts of those that observed him. He was all lean, springy muscle that pulled taunt and tight beneath the flesh whenever flexed. That, along with his seemingly non-existent body fat gave him the appearance he could lift the back of a car up off the ground with ease or just as easily bend over backwards and touch his own heels while showing every cut curve and contour of his musculature in the process. Two ebony horns stretched back from the top of his skull through the thick locks of black hair that hung just above his shoulders, occasionally obscuring his sapphire-blue eyes when he turned too quickly. Oddly what made him stand out was his simplistic form, a singular color of hide only contracted by facial features like hair and eyes with no stripes, spikes, or other growths or features of any kind to distinguish him.
The other dragon was near the polar opposite. His body layered in a supple sheen of interlocking deep gray scales along all but his torso where they turned milky white down his chest and stomach. Smooth and soft to the touch but interlacing and hardening like armor the moment any external pressure was forced against them. His body held several markings of almost electric blue that seemed nearly to glow if someone were to look too closely at them, their combination of uniqueness and obscurity making it difficult to tell at a glance if they were some kind of purposeful tattoo or natural markings. Small, sharp spiked nubs protruded from his spine down the length of his back and across the serpentine length of his tail while his own head was adorned with two ivory horns jutting from the light blue mop of hair atop his own head. Where the red dragon was lean and athletic this one was, in a word, powerful. Thick, rippling muscle piled together for the sole purpose of raw, brute strength. If he did have any more body fat than the leaner dragon it all proportioned itself in all the right places to only increase the girth of his powerful build without really letting any fat be shown. The contrast between the former’s superior height and sleek definition and the latter’s unapologetically powerful musculature made it difficult to tell which was the overall bigger between the two.
Which is why the two were eyeing each other up and down every chance they got.
Whether from some natural instinct driving them to ascertain superior apex-predator status or simply some combination of competitiveness and/or interest in the other it was hard to tell even by the two of them. Neither seemed to quite know what to make of the other one, until the red dragon made the first move.
As the gray dragon, Raz, was wracking weights onto a bench press bar, he glanced up to see the other make eye contact purposefully for the first time. The red dragon grinned just the tiniest bit, showing a faint gleam of fang out of the corner of his eye as he curled the free weight in his hand far slower and more drawn out than was necessary. He held the rep for several blatantly unnecessary seconds, fingers clenched tight around the weight to force the tendons along his forearm tight as guitar strings and force the girthy swell of his bicep to bulge obscenely against the skin covering it. Either flirtation or challenge, Raz couldn’t be certain. All that he knew was that the blatant showing-off of the red dragon in that particularly moment overwhelmed his first reaction which was to blush in embarrassment and instead return the challenge in kind. Which is when he added an extra pair of weights to his bar than he normally would have.
Climbing his way under the bar, his fingers drummed twice across the grip before finally lifting it off of its rack. His lips pursed as he exhaled a sharp breath when lowering the bar down before pushing back up again in one rep, then two, then five, then ten. Each one forced a bit harder than the last and causing the broad girth of his pectorals to strain against the front of his own muscle shirt. Powerful shoulder muscles flared along with the meat of his chest with each rep and as he got halfway through his set, he returned the gaze back at the red dragon, letting his own lips curl in a softly smug expression, as he stared the red down for the rest of his set. The red simply snorted in response, never quite losing that smug smirking upturn to the edge of his lips as he dutifully observed Raz’s response to his provocation.
With his retort as signal the two engaged, in earnest, their wordless competition with one another. Their workouts became less about actually exercising and more about showing off. The red squatting an amount of weight Raz couldn't help but be impressed with strength that seemed almost disproportionate to even his impressive physique, only to be returned by Raz start a slow set of step-ups less about showing off his strength and more about enhancing the impressive girth of his thighs. The powerful pillars of gray scale-covered meat flexing outwards to the point they strained the legs of his gym shorts nearly to the bursting point. The two went on like this for nearly an hour, alternating between showing off their actual strength and capabilities and their physique and visual appeal. Raz's lat spread flaring his entire upper body out nearly to the point of shredding his shirt challenged by the red a stretch of his arms up over his head while raising up on his tiptoes, seemingly tensing every muscle and tendon across his body that showed off his lithe yet powerful frame to great effect. A set of push-ups by the red that seemed to go on forever, only ending when he seemed to get bored of them rather than out of any visible strain on his part. He only stopped when he was met with Raz's own slow bicep curls to show off the immense peaks of his own upper arms which, despite the red's height advantage and own impressive physique, couldn't hold a candle to the sheer girth of Raz's arms.
This went on for well over an hour between the two of them, hardly even stopping for drinks of water or to towel off. Of course, even these activities ended up being further provocations when one would 'accidentally' spill as much water down their front as they drank, leaving the fabric clinging skin-tight to their impressive physiques. Or slow, ponderous swipes of a towel across exposed muscle leading to more flexing and less actual toweling off. Finally, the competition ended when the red chose to wrap up and head towards the locker room to clean himself up. His decision to be the first to retreat didn't stop him from shooting a last, toothy grin over his shoulder to Raz before disappearing through the door. More mentally exhausted than physically, Raz followed afterwards a few minutes later. To his surprise, he found the locker room empty. The red must have left in a pretty big hurry to have slipped past him in the time it had taken him to finish his set and clean off the station. Still not quite sure what to think of the whole situation, though undeniably a bit worked up as much physically as he was mentally, Raz went about sluicing the worst of the sweat off of himself in the shower. It wasn't until he was dressed in his extra clothes and heading for the door that he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling the device out and unlocking it, he opened the messenger app and froze mid-step at what he saw.
Front and center was a selfie picture showing an all too familiar red dragon from his waistline to his muzzle, cutting off view of his eyes and the upper portion of his face. His shirt was pulled all the way up and held firmly in his sharp teeth, exposing the lean but stone-sculpted pectorals and abdominal muscles. The smooth, red flesh was still gleaming slightly in the camera's lighting from lingering bits of water from the shower. More than that though, the waistband of the dragon’s pants was pulled down just a tiny bit too far, not enough to fully expose him but clearly giving a hint of about half an inch of ebony flesh peeking out of the top of his underwear. Following the picture from the unfamiliar number that had texted it were two simple words.
Call me
This time, the red's provocations did make Raz blush.
Comments
SokeriKielo
Both of these stories contain some of the most loving descriptions of muscles I've ever seen and I'm loving it!
