Sam stretched out on an old blue mat next. His arms stayed open by his neck so the curly blond fuzz in on his arm pits stood up. As he counted crunches, pulling himself up off the mat, Kurt found himself sliding from chest to abdomen in a steady rhythm. He slid off of his captor's chest pretty easily, but each time he plopped onto Sam's abs he felt the contracting six pack beneath him, rising and bumping up like a rocky terrain during an earthquake. It made Kurt a little queasy, though he found himself in unexpected awe of his classmate's sheer determination, and the masterpiece his body was as a result.
Next the big guy hit the dumbells, finally allowing Kurt to hang still and watch his biceps balloon up with each slow thrust. When it was time to switch arms, Sam leaned forward a little and the tiny teen on his necklace swung into his giant bicep like a wrecking ball into a wall. Kurt landed splayed out against the melon-shaped muscle and clung for dear life. He could hear his own heartbeat racing, even over the pulse coursing through that fat vein traversing the bigger boy's flexed arm. "Oops.." Sam flashed his shaken little passenger a mischevious smile. "Maybe I ought to tuck you under my pit for safe keeping."
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