Neruda University - Off Campus
The House of Internationals - Gym
9 weeks until the end of the semester
"Maybe you should just quit, sweetheart." he grunts before letting the barbell hit the floor.
"Even if I wanted to, I literally can't. Having an on-campus job is one of the conditions of my scholarship."
He looks up at me, sweeping a raven lock behind his ear, "I can get you a job with me in the department office. You'd be filing papers and fetching Timmies all day but hey," he smiles, "at least I'll be able to see you all day."
"Timmies?"
"Tim Hortons, the fast food chain?" he picks up a set of dumb bells, "Come on Adeola, you've had to at least seen one by now. It doesn't really get more Canadian than that."
"Don't blame me! All the work I do hasn't left me any time to explore."
He puts the weights down, "That's okay. I'll just have to be your tour guide, then."
I feel my lips curl into a smile and I start laughing, "You?"
"Absolutely, me! Hey!" he pulls me into his body and our chests press into each other, "What's funny, mm?" he taunts, smiling down at me. His eyes glazed with mischief like when he tickled me to death on his bed.
"Nothing–" I force my laughs down, "Nothing, it's just kind of funny thinking about you taking me out to a fast food restaurant."
His eyes widened, "Oh... you want me to take you out, Adeola? Like on a date?"
My breath catches in my throat, "No, not like that I just meant...like going out together."
"Good, because when I do take you on a date, I'm going to take you to a much better place."
Hot rouge bleeds through my cheeks and the walls of my chest contract at his words and for once I don't know how to respond and I don't like that.
Upright posture
Open chest
Direct eye contact
He's undeniably confident and serious about it.
He claps his hands together, "Alright, let's get you to do another set of hip thrusts with the heaviest weight you can handle, then we'll call it a day. Sound good?
I nod and sit down with my back leaned up against the bench, assuming the starting position.
He rolls the barbell over my legs before taking my hands and placing them in the correct gripping position, his grasp both firm yet gentle.
I start to lift the weight with my hips and after a few repetitions I can already feel the targeted muscle fibers tearing away from one another. Damn, am I that out of shape?
"...Six." Ilya counts. I stop at the top of the motion, panting shallowly and I can feel my thighs trembling slightly. I can't bring myself to go down again. But he's not letting me give up, "Come on, give me four more. You got it."
I look at him, pleading with my eyes, "I can't." I let my hips descend but he grabs them before my butt has a chance to touch the floor and pushes me back up to the original position, "Don't give up on me. Four more, let's go."
I squeeze my eyes shut and complete the rep. Inclining at the waist and then throwing my hips upwards again.
"Watch it," Ilya says firmly, "You know that's not correct form. Do it again."
I grunt desperately and take in a deep breath before heaving the weight again but I can't push through to the top of the motion. The weight is too heavy now and I feel like I'm about to collapse. I shake my head, "I can't!" my breathing is shaky and my voice is puny inside my throat.
Ilya takes the weight off of me and I fall to the floor immediately. He watches me as I crawl for my water bottle but he snatches it out from my reach, "Give me four and then you can have your water."
"Ilya!" I whine.
"Adeola!" he whines back, "I said four. Let's go, stop playing with me."
I feel the engorged veins of my bottom half pulsating as I pitifully resume the starting position.
"That's my fucking girl. I knew you weren't gonna quit on me like that." he rolls the weight onto my hips, "Four more and you're done. That's nothing."
I blow out a deep breath, nodding and lifting the weight up with my hips.
"Get it, girl. One!"
I heaved upward again with gritted teeth.
"Two! Come on, we're halfway there. Give it to me."
I shakily threw my hips up again but they didn't reach the top of the movement.
"Oh, hell no. I know you weren't trying to get away with half a rep. Do it again."
My waist strains against the bar. He grabs my hips with his firm hands and pulls me to the top of the motion, "I said do it. Let's go."
I roll my head back, trying to concentrate on pushing my body up. I know I have the strength in me somewhere.
"Alright, I'll give you that one. One more. You're almost there." he brings his face closer to mine, "You're gonna quit on me on the last one, sweetheart? Really?"
I shake my head, forcing myself to finish the rep before letting my body collapse to the ground.
"That's what I'm fucking talking about." he cups my face up in his warm hands and lays a tender kiss on my forehead, "Sorry if I seemed mean, I was just trying to motivate you. I knew you could do it."
I chuckle as he hands me my water bottle, "That was nowhere close to mean. Thanks for pushing me, I needed that. But I'm pretty sure I won't be able to feel my lower body tomorrow."
"Yeah?" He pulls me in, looking down at me with concern. His hands massage my hips that smart with a tender soreness, "Does that feel better?"
I nod. It really does.
He smiles down at me, "It would feel a lot better if your leggings weren't in the way."
"You don't have to let some fabric stop you." I take his hands, leading his hands to the waistband of my leggings.
His fingers freeze at the elastic and he lowers his voice, "There's cameras in here, Adeola."
"Oh, yeah?" I turn and look around, pretending like I hadn't already noticed them, "Are you shy?"
He looks at me incredulously before laughing, "You're so crazy."
"Why don't we just go to your room so you can give me a proper massage."
His eyes widen and he starts blinking rapidly, "Uh- yeah, okay."
So cute how he goes from being totally confident to nervous in seconds.
༄
He closes his bedroom door behind us, "Okay, just lay down and I'll..." his voice trails off as he watches me pull my top off.
"I'm just gonna hop in the shower really quick if you don't mind. I'm so sweaty." I say as I shimmy my leggings down.
He shakes his head, "Not a problem."
I get the water running and in my peripherals, Ilya is watching me.
He slips through the door as I splash my hand under the water to check the temperature.
"Is the water how you like it?" His voice is directly behind me now.
"Yeah, it's getting to how I like it."
He sinks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, massaging my hips in his hands, "How about that? Is that how you like it, sweetheart?"
I lay my head to rest on his chest, looking up at him, "What do you want?"
He pulls his shirt over his head "I could also use a shower, I'm sweaty too." he shrugs.
"Okay but-"
His eyes fill with an innocent darkness, "Don't be greedy, Adeola."
"I'm not being greedy, I-" I gasp slightly as his hand fully slinks inside my panties.
"Then what?" he smirked, "I'm just trying to save some water. Don't you care about the environment?"
"Of course I care."
"Then stop wasting water and get in." he rasps into my ear.