Wake up call for the Slytherin boys
The rough scratch of Damien's tongue on his master's nose wakes Butch up. Mumbling, Butch pushes the cat away, but still gives him a little scratch behind the ears. Better than an alarm clock
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"Whatthefuck!"
He blinks and rubs at an eye, then looks down at Tucker, then up at Butch.
"David, you ever wake me up like that again, I'll kick you so hard in the balls you'll forget where you live."
He gets up and stretches languidly. He doesn't care that he's naked. Everyone's seen it.
Brian doesn't mind being seen with Tucker. He's assumed everyone has known for ages. But he does hope that it doesn't freak Tucker out.
He runs his hand over Tucker's arm and looks at Butch. The message is clear: Don't fuck this up, Jacobs.
"Get up, Wells. Time to show me what you've been doing all summer."
He walks around the bed and grabs Butch, kissing him hard in his usual 'good morning' fashion.
"I'm out the door in five. So get your asses in gear."
Of course, Butch had woken HIM up, but Brian just has to take charge and make it seem like everyone else is slacking.
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They all know that Brian and Tucker fuck - or suspected it, anyway - so seeing actual proof of it is really only mildly interesting. What was really interesting to Butch was how sweet they looked sleeping in the same bed.
Frowning at the fact that he actually thought they were sweet, Butch is glad when Brian kisses him good morning. Much better to think about how hot his best friend is.
At Brian's announcement, Butch claps his hands and goes over to Nathan's bed to wake up their dormmate.
"Come on, Maloney," he grins, giving Nathan a hard slap on the ass. "You said you wanted to put on some bulk. Let's go."
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Nathan sits up sharply, his hair sticking out at all angles, and blinks.
"What the fuck?"
He yawns, then clambers out of bed, looking around at the others. "Need m' shorts," he growled. "Can't do any exercise without m' shorts."
He finally locates them under the bed and pulls them on, then looks around for his runners.
"You gonna turn me into a muscular beauty?" he asks Butch.
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He realizes halfway through "suckass" that he's not only not alone in the bed, but that he has an audience. Rubbing his eyes, he shrugs off what's probably meant to be a soothing gesture from first Brian and then Butch.
"What? I'm up. I'm ready. I ...need clothes. I'm almost ready. Two minutes," he yawns and sits up. Glancing at Butch, he glowers, "Chervil... he sleeps in the mattress, man. Don't want to hurt the Frioh -- you'll wake up dead."
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"Alright, well, I always do stretches then weights, so you guys do it however you like."
He his foot over the bar on the wall and starts his stretches. He doesn't want to rick hurting himself, since his body is such a temple.
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He bends at the waist and tries to touch his toes, unsuccessfully. He tries harder, bouncing, but can't do it. He rights himself and flexes his neck back and forth. Crosses one arm and then another across his chest. Clasps his hands behind his back and lifts his arms. That feels pretty good. Something cracks in his chest and he sighs with pleasure.
Then, he squats to the floor and hugs his knees to his chest. Also feels good. But doesn't feel very athletic. While he's down there, he stretches himself out on the floor and starts to do his push-ups. He likes the push-ups the best. The sit-ups are brutal, which is why he does more of them a day. But the push-ups are gratifying and make the skinny, long muscles in his arms tingle with blood.
He does 25 of them and then forgets to count. He'll just do push-ups until Brian's done stretching, maybe.
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"I get that this is good, cos everyone does it, but why are we doing it?" he asked Butch, gasping as he reached the limits of his Achilles tendon.
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