Kyle stood in the middle of the softball field once again, jumping from foot to foot as a way to stay warm. Today was a particularly cold afternoon as the Toronto weather started to cool down. Kyle and the others in Toronto had actually been lucky that the weather had stayed warm for as long as it had. Usually, it started to get colder a week into the school year, but it was already the beginning days of October and it was just starting to get out of "light sweater season" into "jacket season.”

It was the fourth day of Kyle introducing Cole to different types of exercises. His plan had been to spend one week showing Cole exercises that fell into one of the exercise categories, he was currently showing him some strength workouts, and when he got through four weeks, he would start from the top. Kyle had originally hoped that Cole would have chosen an exercise before he had to finish the second cycle. But with how the week was going so far, Kyle was getting pretty worried. With every exercise thus far, Cole had been a panting, grumbling mess and seemed to get more irritable the more he worked out. 

Kyle already saw the positive effects that the activities were having on Cole but with Cole being so upset the whole way through, Kyle wondered if he would be able to find an exercise that Cole liked. Today, Kyle was going to continue the muscle training that he had been doing with Cole the whole week.

Kyle also wasn't wearing any of his usually revealing clothes today because it was so cold that he had to at least wear a sweater so that he did not freeze off his abs. And Kyle actually liked his abs.

Cole arrived after Kyle did, again, but he came a couple of minutes later this time and Kyle was glad to have the few extra minutes to warm up and prepare himself for an irritable, sweaty Cole. Throughout everything that happened in regards to Kyle training Cole, Kyle's feelings for Cole increased way more than he ever expected.

Yes, he had liked Cole, but he never would have thought that while sweating their asses off and having Cole give him death glares from doing another set, he would fall even deeper for Cole.

Cole walked onto the softball field wearing a large smile that was aimed at Kyle, and instead went straight to Kyle's heart and dick, to be frank. But despite showing Kyle his big and quite gorgeous smile, Kyle knew that Cole was really dreading having to do this.

Cole let out a long sigh and prepared himself for the torture that Kyle was about to put him through. Cole knew that Kyle was only trying to help, he also knew that exercising regularly would not only keep him healthy but help him get rid of the extra fat that always popped back into his mind and made him want to hide his body. But he usually forgot all of those great facts when his muscles were burning and Kyle just kept nicely encouraging him to go on ‘one more time.’ That was pure torture, in several different ways.

"Hey, Cole." Kyle smiled energetically. If anyone looked from a few feet away from the two boys, they would have thought that Kyle looked like a love-sick idiot standing in front of an awkwardly uncomfortable guy. But neither of the two boys actually involved realized how dumb they looked because they were too invested in each other and their own heads.

"Hi," Cole replied, quieter than he had intended to sound. "Are we going to continue from where we left off yesterday?" 

Kyle's smile became even wider as he threw his arm around Cole's shoulder and walked him to the center of the softball field, where Kyle had some weights, water bottles, and resistance bands set up.

"How in the world did you guess so well, Cole?" Kyle asked sarcastically, taking his arm off of Cole when they got to the equipment. "We have only been doing the same thing for the entire week."

Cole rolled his eyes but found himself relaxing and smiling comfortably in spite of himself.

"Okay, okay. Dumb question." Cole said, agreeing with Kyle while simultaneously changing the subject. "Why don't we quit talking and start this workout session? The sooner we finish, the sooner I can go home and try to deal with my aching feet and sore muscles."

Kyle chuckled while lifting up both of his hands as if to surrender to Cole.

"Alright! Jeez. Don't need to start making me feel bad." Kyle said, half-jokingly. Guilt was already sinking in from that one sentence that Cole decided to utter and Kyle didn't need any more of them.

"If I wanted to make you feel bad, I would've told you what I had to do to fall asleep at night." Cole continued on, thoroughly enjoying Kyle's panicked expression.

"Wait-"

"Oh, was that not guilt-inducing enough for you?" Cole asked, walking up to Kyle with both hands on his hips and an evil teasing glint shining in his eye. He got almost chest to chest with Kyle and then got on the tips of his toes to become close to eye level with the taller mixed boy. Kyle's eyes were wide as he stared down into Cole's grey ones. His breath was trapped in his throat and he felt like he was close to doing something that he would later regret. Those eyes. They were so close . . . 

"I have to use a walking stick to sit down on the toilet and poop," Cole whispered, bursting into loud, hearty laughs at Kyle's stunned expression. "I bet you weren't expecting that."

Kyle blinked a few times before shaking his head to get the weird thoughts out. It didn't work but it was worth a try. 

"Nope, I really wasn't." Kyle smiled stiffly, bending down to grab a resistance band before standing back up. When he stood up and Cole looked at him, the first thought that came to Cole's mind was that Kyle looked as if he was about to painfully whip him with that resistance band.

Kyle was confused when he saw Cole blush but he didn't dwell on the adorable action, well not too hard.

"OK, let's get started then. First thing that we are going to do is stretch, lean your body to the side, and bend . . . " Kyle said, explaining the first stretch to Cole while he did it himself.

For the next hour and a half, Kyle took Cole through a strength workout that Kyle had created just for Cole. To make it, Kyle had gathered exercises from several different YouTube channels, online programs, and other things alike to find exercises that would really push Cole without hurting him. They used the weights, the resistance bands, and their own body weight and by the time Kyle announced that Cole got a halfway break. Cole was completely covered in his own sweat. 

"Thank everything that is right in the world!" Cole gasped, scrambling for one of the two large metal water bottles that Kyle had brought. Kyle found himself watching Cole as Cole gulped down his water bottle. Kyle had planned to drink his own but just stood in place as he watched Cole. Cole had worn a pair of basketball shorts and had been wearing a sweater when he first got to Kyle, but at this point was just wearing his tank top. Kyle's eyes were glued to his face and neck, watching his Adam's apple move as he chugged down the water. A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead and Kyle watched, riveted, as the single drop slid down the side of his face, over his temple, past his lips, down his neck, and over his collarbone before soaking into his shirt. Now Kyle was staring at Cole's incredibly sweaty chest and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Cole lowered the bottle when he got enough water and made a loud gasping noise. Kyle felt his member stir. Cole looked at Kyle with an odd expression.

"Why were you staring at my shirt?" Cole suddenly asked, causing Kyle to jump slightly. Kyle felt his cheeks heat up and averted his eyes away from Cole's. "Does it have food on it or something?"

Kyle shook his head and went to grab the other metal water bottle.

"No, nothing like that. Don't worry about it, it was nothing." Kyle quickly told Cole with a faked cool before bringing the water bottle to his own lips and taking a big gulp. 

If this was how the rest of their workout sessions were going to go, Kyle would need to start wearing a cock cage to keep Cole from figuring out why he was always staring at him for so long. Why? Because Kyle doubted that Cole would stop looking so fucking sexy any time soon. He might have had hope if Cole had been doing it on purpose, but Cole seemed to have no idea of the effect that he had on Kyle.

A part of Kyle really hoped that Cole never realized how attractive he was. The other part of him wanted Cole to and soon, just so he could see what would happen if Cole actually tried.

Kyle sighed and drank some more water.

Pray for him.