Worked Out [Lewd Misconduct and Sigr]

William dragged his feet closer and closer into that dreaded place, a most unknown site of mystery that shone bright in the middle of the street. Approaching it's tinted windows, the twenty one year old man could see his own reflection, making a frown at the image. His thick blonde hair was ruffled as per usual, resembling a straw made scarecrow that had just got up from the bed. His round hairless face that was usually joyful when dedicated to things he liked now was serious, his mouth shut into a miserable horizontal line. Will's pudgy body was hidden in an awkward fitting tracksuit just bought the day before, as new as the shorts and shirt that he was wearing under it, or the sports bag full of stuff that he carried around. Anyone that looked at him would know that sporting wasn't his thing, and yet, there he was, looking at the door of that gymnasium like it was the entrance of the dungeon in one of his favorite games.

What the hell was he doing there? The answer was as brief as immortal was the reason that impulsed him there, as Susan was her name. Will had felt something for her since she asked him for a pen the first day of that college year. She was a fresh faced first year student when they met on the library, long raven hair and shiny green eyes that could make any man mad, and in case of Will, they certainly had. But Will, in his knowledge of how things worked and the image he had of himself, well knew that Susan was way out of his league. He had to be realistic, not only was he a nervous pudding of a nerd, but he also knew nothing on how to behave himself, so it was no wonder that his sexual experience was both sad and terribly limited.

A heavy sigh that menaced to deflate him like a balloon preceded Will's first step into that gym, his eyes looking around everywhere, seeking both answers on how to face his body issue problem and also searching for glances of mockery, of disapproval. The woman in the counter was gentle and guided Will through the paperwork and the fees needed to partake on that place, so he was sorting out things step by step. The fees weren't a problem, as his family was quite wealthy, or at least wealthy enough for him to afford some personal attention there. He could as well hire someone to come home, but he felt embarrassed having someone at his place, full of nerd stuff and things that spoke of less than healthy habits, from the food on his fridge to his computer rigged for intense gaming sessions.

Leaving his stuff in a locker room, William stepped into one of the gym areas looking utterly lost, without even knowing where to begin.

The gym was overwhelming, not only as a place or an idea, its inhabitants didn't quite help William feel any better. Most of them were statuesque, and one would think that they had no reason whatsoever to be there, but William guessed that being there was the only way to keep such bodies in that shape after all. Where could he start? There was supposed to be a guide or something like that, even if he dreaded the idea of having someone tell him how fat and clumsy and weak he was, there was no way of facing this on his own.

Turning around to keep looking and perhaps even dare to ask someone, William almost stepped in another dude. Taller, stronger and older, William felt like he was shrinking into a soft pudding into his tracksuit. That was the man he would love to be, the kind of man that Susan would like. Tattoos, muscles, beard... the amount of things that man was and William wasn't was unending, and that just with an embarrassed glance. "Sorry-" he apologized meek before the superior specimen, but was interrupted by his deep and clear voice, even in that was William beaten.

"Ah, William. William Richards. Call me Will if you want" he muttered nervous, giving Anthony an awkward handshake. At least the trainer wasn't a woman, William doubted that he could endure that kind of treatment from a woman, being looked like the- "Test? Questions?" Will mumbled, his train of thought interrupted by Anthony's words. Of course he would have to answer questions and do some kind of test so the trainer would know where to start, thinking otherwise was foolish, but William still seemed displeased by the mere idea. Embarrassed he was trapped on being self conscious and that shame made harder for him to do anything to stop being self conscious.

"Yeah, quiet is good" he nodded, following him. At least that would save him the embarrassment of being judged in public. Maybe there was still time to fake an injury or sickness and flee from there. His phone was in the locker room with the rest of his stuff, so he couldn't fake an emergency call, that was for sure. His blue eyes looked dim, defeated as he dragged his feet while following Anthony. He had to try, for Susan. After all there was no way he would dare to approach her in such a way if he looked like that. Looking at Anthony's strong back and shoulder length chocolate hair, William was sure that a man like him could have any woman he wanted.

"No, no and no" William answered, short and shy. "Never done... anything active?" his weakness showing as he posed the answer like a question. "So I know nothing about... well, all of this" added, wanting to at least sound sociable, even if it felt awkward in a place that seemed alien to him.

William entered the room, following Anthony to see what else he had in store for him. He had been silent since he answered his questions, something that made William worry if he really would be able to do something there. Taking a seat when offered, it was unnerving to have his back to the rest of the gym, and even if the mirrored wall allowed him to see, it didn't do it any better, just distracting.

"Well, at least that is good..." a nervous laugh escaped William's lips as Anthony said that the test would be shorter and there were no bad exercising habits to root out. "Ah! That's... that's a bit personal, no?" William wondered when Anthony asked about his reasons to do it, feeling that if he revealed them Anthony would think he was silly and make him feel stupid. "I want to look better... for... for a girl" he confessed, too weak to resist. He knew that if he backed off then and there, he wouldn't be able to step in a gym ever again.

Before he could get into details about his daily life, Anthony asked about his medical condition. "Hahaha, yeah... pain..." Will laughed weakly at Anthony's joke, not sure about how much of it was an actual joke. "No, I did a checkup before coming here, almost hoping that the doctor forbid me from it due to having some kind of condition, but in fact he even cheered me up to do it..." he shared, sounding as if the doctor had betrayed his trust. "So besides being soft and weak and fat... no, I'm healthy" he said.

Another silence that unnerved William. He felt judged by Anthony, and could almost swear that some of the people out there had been looking at him, their glances reflected on the mirror, but every time he turned around, there was no one even paying attention.

"Big brother?" William echoed in disbelief, with him being an only child he had no clue whatsoever to what such a thing was like. As Anthony explained his work ethics, the need for William to trust him he got closer, making William lean a bit back. His self confidence, his body, it was intimidating even if he didn't mean to. But he guessed it was good news after all, as not only Anthony wouldn't tell how bad Will was to anyone, but he also was making a mission out of him, keeping him focused and unable to run away from the task.

"Well, I feel horrible and worried, but I'll focus on what you tell me" William made another nervous joke joined by an unsteady laugh. The questions that followed were pure routine, but William didn't felt particularly proud of the answers he was honestly giving, seeing that he was really into unhealthy stuff.

"I basically eat whatever, whenever, between the studies and hobbies..." he scratched his blonde hair. "So lots of take out and microwave meals" he added, sighing. "Some days twice, others I eat small things along the day if I'm busy..." he shrugged, haven't thought about it until now. "Sleeping... out of schedule as well, but usually video games or exams keep me late..." William said, visibly embarrassed. "Look I'm open to changes, maybe this could be good for something else beyond... you know, her" he said. "I realize that I don't live in the healthiest way possible" another sigh ended his sentence.

Williams answers to the rest of the questions were as depressing as expected, as his water intake were mostly done in the form of sugary energy drinks that messed his sleep patterns. He was open to change, but he thought that it was going to take forever, if before he didn't hurt himself or grow too miserable and abandoned it. William was a smart guy, and naturally funny, but it was pretty clear that his habits ruined his self image, something that only served to make him delve deeper into said habits. At least he was smart enough to not have trouble with college, exams being easy for him in his own words. And since he deemed a boring nerd himself, Anthony didn't have to worry about him drinking alcohol or doing any kind of drugs, so that was a positive.

"So yeah..." he sighed. "Time to run?" William wondered, eyeing the treadmill like it was some kind of medieval torture implement.

"But they are so fast and cheap and convenient..." William protested with a thread of his voice, feeling awful for having disappointed Anthony so much so soon and also wondering how much his life had to change because he stepped in that place. But in the end, even if it scared him, change was what he was there for, right? He wasn't so naive as to think that he could change his body without changing his habits, but a small part of him hoped that most of the changes would be slow and mostly keep within the walls of that place. How stupid he have been.

"I don't know how to cook" he added, as if that would serve as an excuse, but Anthony was generous enough to keep his chastising for later, split it even alongside the dreadful gym experience, as now was time to put him up to the test. "Thirty minutes running is a warm up?" William managed to ask, horrified, before the treadmill started to move and he had to keep up with it. "Well, this isn't so bad..." he muttered, seeing that he could keep the pace. Starting to move his body, it was soon obvious that his running form was all awkward and wrong.

"I'm all about computers and engineering" William started to answer, the conversation distracting him from the task. "It's where I excel, where I feel comfortable. It's calm and nuanced, I like it" he said, clearly showing a personal side of him. It was weird yet endearing how he talked so warmly of such a cold topic like computers. Knowing well that he could get tangled into a long and boring conversation in such a topic, he embraced the more personal question way more eager than he usually should.

"She doesn't know I like her. In fact, I don't think she even knows I exist" William confessed. "She's so bright and pretty, always surrounded by the hottest guys around with their smiles and their muscles and..." he noticed. "Kind of like you, but younger" he just blurted, soon noticing the words that got out of his mouth. "I don't mean that... I meant hot like you" he tried to fix it. Distracted by his conga line of social blunders, William was distracted about the exercise, not noticing how demanding it was to keep that pace for long even if it was slow. It wasn't like he was super fat and that made things more difficult, it was more of a matter of being totally and completely sedentary.

"I just meant- everyone can see that-" William protested completely blushed until he noticed it was just a joke. He didn't like men, but Anthony being attractive was just a fact, like the color of the sky or the taste of sugar, it wasn't as he fancied him. He didn't like men. In his flustered state he didn't see Anthony's movements coming until his strong hands where on him. "Ah!" yelped in surprise. "Shoulders back, chest open" he said a couple times, consigning it to memory. His movements would be stiff until he was accustomed, but he rarely forgot things or steps about procedures. "Sometimes it hurts, yeah..." William admitted when Anthony brought out the neck pain. It wasn't terrible not often, but he wasn't intending on hiding it from him, as it would be counter productive. Considering the things he already confessed, talking about his posture or the occasional pains was nothing.

"Whoa- this is a warm up?" William questioned, having trouble to adapt to the running pace. He was sure that he wasn't going to last long like that, but Anthony was already admitting that it had to suck but at least complimented his form. It wasn't something to be specially proud of, as it felt like something natural, instinctive for everyone, but it felt good hearing something nice from him. Thankfully Anthony gradually lowered the speed a bit until it was lighter, but the damage was already done, and William was starting to gasp. "I'll try" he said, sounding a bit short of air, but keeping his running form.

"Fifteen minutes?" William sounded alarmed. "I don't think I can do either..." he admitted. "I don't want her to see me like this... to approach her... like just a friend" his voice echoed honest and sounded experienced, as William had felt the sting of being labeled as friendly from girls he fancied, as if they somehow knew that he couldn't aspire to anything more than that. "I don't think she likes videogames like I do, so I must... make the effort..." he added. Will kept running, not knowing how much time had passed yet nor how much was remaining. It was oh so tempting to grab into the side bars of the treadmill for support, but he kept soldiering on, maintaining form despite his troubles. "I... feel... like... burning..." he said, feeling the heat on his lungs, how his legs seemed to weight more and more with each step.