Gym Battle, No Badge (Rayne)

[Logan Castille]

Date: Late December, Sometime Before Christmas

Today was supposed to be a typical day at the gym, but Logan had something special planned involving his new found love, Rayne. The Cajun walked into his usual work out place where his crazy female personal trainer is employed. He approached the front desk and smiled. The desk worker recognized him and smiled back. She called over her manager who motioned for Logan to follow him to the back of the gym. Logan was led back to a small room with blue, padded floors and an entire wall covered with a large mirror. The room is typically where yoga and strange aerobics classes are held while weird music plays. The room was filled with a few miscellaneous pieces of equipment, including a large punching hanging from the ceiling.

"Here it is, Mr. Castille. It's all yours for an hour and a half, meaning you have til six thirty. Make sure you're out by then because we have to set up for a hip-hop exercise class in here that starts at seven."

"Thank you, sir," Logan said as he shook the manager's hand and walked off to the men's locker room. He changed into a pair of black athletic shorts and a black Underarmour brand shirt, but the shirt was quickly removed when he went back to his private room. Logan had been a member of the gym for nearly all the years he's been at Hammel. Due to his loyalty, and mainly his willingness to spend money, the manager was more than happy to hook him up with some membership benefits.

Pulling out his iPhone from his bag, he quickly began texting Rayne. First, he sent him the GPS coordinates of his location and then began typing up a message.

"You should totally meet me at the gym. Just tell the person at the front desk that you're with me and they'll show you where I am."

After clicking send, Logan stretched thoroughly and began working out on equipment that didn't require a spotter while he waited for Rayne to arrive. As the minutes passed, he began to work up a sweat. He checked his time while taking a water break. Around an hour and ten minutes remained.

Expecting Rayne to arrive at any minute, Logan put on his kickboxing gloves, ankle weights, and ankle supports with a pair of shin guards for good measure. He walked up to the punching bag and began pounding on it as hard as he could while making sure his technique was clean. His punches and kicks alternated randomly but remained powerful throughout. His focus looked as if it couldn't be broken until he noticed that someone special had finally arrived.

[Rayne Lancaster]

BUZZZ! BUZZ!He tried to ignore it, just keeping his eyes closed. But what teenager now days can ignore a text message. Laying on his bed, still in the clothes from the prior day, he wondered what had happened. Then he remembered, he was nearly crushed to death in the lake with his teacher. Crazy night it was, and he had made his sheets and pillow wet from his still damp clothes. That is just great, and moving out of the bed he could still feel the bit of pain in his stomach area. He grunted a bit, but then realized it was nearly four o'clock. Jesus Christ, just his luck. Though turning to his phone, his day lit up. It was Logan wanting him to come to the gym. Now, he may be feeling sore and gross and tired - but he could not turn down this opportunity to hang out with Logan.

Ever since he had met him, he is all he could think about. He would dream about him, think about him and even be so pathetic but to write text messages but not send them because he was worried they would sound lame. This had never happened to him before, having these feelings. Then half and hour later he was showered, dressed and walking out of the school gates.

Walking into the gym, he had a quick glance around but then looked to the woman at the desk. He never remembered her name but he knew she was always nice. "Rayne Lancaster, fancy seeing you here this late". He smirked at her and took a few steps forward, placing his drink bottle on the counter. "Long story. Well, I am here for a training sesh with Logan. Do you know where he is?". Of course she would, since the text told him that she would. But still, it was a bit of a conversation starter. "Up back in the aerobics room sweetie. Hurry up, only an hour left". She gave him a grin and Rayne returned it and then ventured towards the back.

Opening the door, he could hear the swinging of the back after the thud of the punch. Looking around, he saw Logan. This was a dream, right? Was it? Huh? Standing in front of him was tanned, glistening muscle. His arms and body tensed as he punched the bag. Sweat poured off of his body, and holding his training bag over his shoulder he made his way towards him. "If your bringing me here to beat me up, prepare to meet your maker". He smirked at Logan and then put the bag on the ground and rested the bottle on the ground. Rayne then pulled his leather jacket off of his body, revealing a light grey training shirt, black training pants and white sneakers. "So what's up". He moved over to him for a greeting kiss too his - - his - - - boyfriend!

[Logan Castille]

The heavy movements of the punching bag came to a sudden stop as Logan's eyes caught sight of Rayne standing in the doorway. Almost instantaneously he moved toward his boyfriend to intercept a welcoming kiss and wrapped his arms around him in a heartfelt hug. "Thanks for coming," he said as he took a step away and held one of his partner's hands. It was then that he noticed that some of his sweat had rubbed off on Rayne's shirt, making it look a little damp. "Sorry about that, babe." He grabbed his water bottle and began drinking from it. "Hopefully," he said between sips, "I don't smell too bad."

After quenching his thirst for a moment he took a quick swing at the punching bad, causing it to rattle and shake violently. "Oh, no, I wasn't planning on beating you up." A devilish grin appeared on his face. "I rather do a bunch of other things to you though." Logan let off a dramatic, sexy wink before turning his attention elsewhere.

"The real reason I brought you here is so we could work out together and maybe show off a little." What Logan was really planning wasn't to show off a little, but to show off a lot. He wanted to do his best to impress Rayne with his strength, new kickboxing skills, and of course his body that he works so hard to maintain. But from the looks of his, he could tell that his body already got Rayne's attention.

Moving in full view of the large mirrors that covered an entire wall, Logan motioned for Rayne to come closer. Standing side by side, he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist and pointed to their reflection. "I hate to brag but we look cute together."

A few moments later, Logan realized they were running out of time. Only an hour remained. "So," he began to ask, "shall we get to work?" He walked over to bench press station, which wasn't too far from the punching bag. "What do you want to do first? Weightlifting or trying to impress each other by destroying the punching bag?"

[Rayne Lancaster]

It had been maybe two days since they last saw eachother but the non-stop texting doesn't count. So seeing him, his butterflies came back and he embraced him in a kiss. Tongue and minimal drool thank god. He got the wiff of sweat, which kind of smelt like the rest of gym. It wasn't repulsive, it was musculine. In fact, a bit of a turn on. He hugged Logan, feelings him in his arms and then parting. He was happy Rayne had come, and Rayne was happy he had come. Tiredness drifted away quickly and he was ready to do a workout. "No problem, I'm happy you asked". He didn't even notice the sweat mark that Logan left until he said something, then looked down and saw it. "Don't worry about it, babe. In about twenty minutes this shirt will probably be drenched". he gave a small chuckle. They were in a gym, what could they expect. "Nah you don't. It's all good".

He was feeling a bit cold. His singlet shirt reveal goosebumps going up his biseps. But working up a sweat would make them go away, he just had to do it quick. He noticed the big mirror. It was much like the one they did in lessons back in NY. It helped alot, being able to see what your doing. Joking about being beat up, then Logan got a bit more sexual with it. It made Rayne smile. "You read my mind".

To show off? it sounded as though that Logan was trying to impress Rayne. He really didn't have to because Rayne already knew he is a strong, caring and good guy. But it could be fun, and it's a workout so Rayne wasn't about to say no. "Sounds good bud. I haven't had a workout in like a week so this should be great". With school, it has been busy. But he really should get back into routine, and what is a better way to do that then to do it with your boyfriend.

Logan gestured for Rayne to go to him, and with his hands in his pockets he moved on over towards the mirrors next to him. When he felt the hand go around his waste, he leant in to Logan, resting his head against his. he said they looked cute. They really did. "True that". He smiled but then they decided to get to work. Logan went to the press bench and asked where they wanted to get started. Rayne had it in his mind to do weights to get the muscles moving and then perhaps do some stretches. Logan seemed keen on the whole combat thing, so he was down. "How about we just get started with weights, and then get ready to show eachother what we're made of".

Rayne pulled off his singlet shirt and laid down on the bench press and looked up. 10 kilos were on each side, which was okay for just a starting. His usual routine he did ten for ten lifts, then upgraded to fifteen for ten then twenty depending on how motivated he felt. Ready, he looked up at Logan with a smile but serious towards what he was doing. "Ready". Lifting the bar up, he let out a breath as he held it up. Drawing in a deep brath bringing it down, he released as he brought it up again. He did this for ten counts before putting it back up. He could feel the bulging of his muscles and the slight dampness of sweat on his skin already. "Your turn".

[Logan Castille]

Logan watched lustfully as Rayne removed his shirt and laid down on the bench. It took him a few moments to realize that he was staring with his mouth wide open. When he finally snapped out of it, he operated at his boyfriend's spotter while he lifted the bar. Logan kept his hands at the ready in case something were to go wrong. He didn't want Rayne to accidentally injure himself by dropping the bar or something like that. "Good job, you're doing great," he said along with other words of encouragement while Rayne went through all of his counts. When he was finished, the Cajun helped set the bar in its resting spot and changed made an adjustment to the weights. He added ten pounds on both sides.

Getting into position, Logan slipped off his kickboxing gloves, and took a firm grip of the bar. "I'm ready," he mentioned as he took a few deep breaths and moved the bar over his chest and into the air. He held it steady for a few moments before doing ten counts just like Rayne. Logan was confident that he could handle the added weight since he had already stretched and worked out before Rayne had arrived. He finished strong and put the bar back on the resting spot. Sitting up, he looked to Rayne while rubbing his biceps, which were already starting to get sore. "How was that?" he asked as he stood up and kissed Rayne on his cheek. Logan then took the moment to flex before watching Rayne lay down to do his next set of counts.

Another fifteen minutes passed before the two finished all the weightlifting they intended to do for the afternoon. "My arms are burning like crazy! That means I'm doing something right," he said with a hilarious, "manly" voice. "So, you ready to destroy that punching bag? I'll go first." Logan put his gloves back on and took a proud fighting stance in front of it. Pouring in all his focus, he began pounding on the bag. He did a combination punches. Right hooks, left jabs, and an occasional kick to switch things up a bit. Logan finished with a power right handed blow followed by him sending his body up in the air, spinning around counterclockwise, and slamming his leg into the side of the bag.

When he was done, a look a shock overcame Logan. "Hey! I landed that jumping spin kick without falling down! Whoo!" He lifted his arms in the air victoriously like he had just won a boxing match against Rocky Balboa and walked over to Rayne. "Your turn, babe," he said as he gave Rayne a firm pat on the butt. Logan then took a comfortable seat on the blue, padded floor and waited anxiously for the capoeria exhibition to begin.

[Rayne Lancaster]

Logan was being so cute with his support towards Rayne. It was actually a major turn on and if they didn't hang out after this, Rayne might go insane. Standing up from the bench, he slightly massaged his biseps as he circled around to play spotter for Logan like he did for Rayne. Putting on ten more kilos, Rayne was at the ready for when Logan said he was. "Okay babe, go for it". He did and even when he finished, he kept a strong posture. Was there any way to wear this guy out? A rising Logan resulted in a kiss on the cheek. So hot! Like seriously, they were sweating for a reason. Because both of them together was like fucking LAVA! "You were great, Logan". He smiled as he ran his fingers across Logan's abs as he walked passed.

It was Rayne's turn again, and laying down he was more ready then ever. Logan watched out for him like they did for each other, and Rayne got counting on the ten. This rotation occured for about fifteen minutes. By that time, Rayne's hair was barely in tact and he had to wipe his face before he flooded the gym with sweat. He was burning in the arms, shoulders and upper muscles. So was Logan, and eager to get back to the bag. Rayne laughed before responding. "Sure babe. Let's see what you've got". Rayne pearched on the ground doing leg and body stretches as he kept his eyes fixated on Logan.

He went raw. He pounded on the bag with such strength that it was exhilirating. Really attractive. Rayne could punch fine, he does it when he comes to the gym. But Capoeira doesn't have punching much at all. Unless you count a smack with an open palm or side of the hand. It was more unusual then what Logan was used too. Basically the only part of what Logan did that Rayne did regularly was the spin kick. It was good - powerful. Logan was impressed with himself, and it made Rayne chuckle. "You kicked ass bud. Seriously". Rayne rose and walked towards him. It was now his turn, but punchbags weren't really used for punching. He had might as well explain.

Grabbing his jacket, he tied it around his waste and turned to face the bag but keeping his attention on Logan. "Don't worry, this bag will be destroyed. But what I do, I rarely punch the punchbag". He gave him a sly smile and a wink before turning back to the bag. His foot stepped on the bottom of the bag as Rayne back bridged. His feet walked up the bag as he bent backwards and then performed a handstand. He walked on his hands forwards, concentrating and showing off a bit too. "You see, capoeira is about rhythm. It is unique. It is pretty fun too".

Rayne fell backwards, his legs falling towards the bag but he kicked. Hitting the centre of the bag, it shook violently as he shot forwards and his feet met the floor, allowing Rayne to spring upwards. Standing, he then went into the gingar. This is the capoeira stance where Rayne stepped side to side, swaying to the beat in the back ground that they had. "Let me show you a demonstration". Rayne performed a forwards low flip and both feet hit the bag, swinging it backwards. His feet landed in time for him to drop as the bag swung back. It swung away again and Rayne sprung upwards with his legs. It was like slow motion. His feet flew upwards and he performed a cartwheel and kicked the bag hard in the side.

Rayne landed but he wasn't finished. Looking to Logan, he darted forwards. He had the bench press in his way but he gripped onto it and flipped himself over. His stomach, arms and legs were killing but the adrenaline made up for that. He went towards Logan and performed a back-handspring, a cartwheel and then an in air tuck-flip over and near Logan. Rayne stood straight, puffing and out of air and swinging his fringe off of his face. Looking down at Logan, he smiled. "That's what I do. You scared?". Rayne teased as he leant down and kissed Logan. If he was to actually fall onto him, he could not lie that it was an accident. Just - no.

[Logan Castille]

Like a teacher's favorite student, Logan watched on curiously as Rayne began his demonstration. He had seen capoeria on television and movies before but never in person. Seeing it live and up close was a much more exhilarating experience, especially since he was watching his boyfriend perform all of the fancy moves. Logan's eyes were wide and full of intrigue. "Holy crap," was the only thing he managed to say in the mix of all the positive emotions he was feeling. The most obvious thing he was feeling though was arousal. He found the way Rayne moved to be rather sexy and tantalizing. The Cajun had to calm himself down so he wouldn't get too excited.

When Rayne performed his impressive flips toward Logan, he grinned. He could tell Rayne was athletic and limber from the beginning, but he didn't expect him to pull off maneuvers that make him look like he was a member of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. As Rayne leaned down for a kiss, Logan gently grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled down to where he landed on him. Chest to chest, Logan looked up into Rayne's eyes. "Scared? A little. Turned on? Very." The two locked lips while Logan's hands rested on Rayne's lower back. "I never thought I'd have a boyfriend who could beat my ass, but here I am with you," he said happily. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Standing up, Logan walked over to his water bottle and began drinking from it. He took a look at the clock and quickly began formulating a plan. "Hey, it looks like we have another ten minutes or so. How does ending this session early to go take a dip in Hammel's indoor pool sound?"

Logan removed a towel from his bag and began wiping as much of the sweat off of him as possible before putting on his Underarmour shirt. He gathered all of his gear and stuffed them in his gym bag, barely managing to zip it all the way closed. His iPhone came out next and he quickly searched through his contacts. "I'll call a taxi so we don't have to walk all the way there. I'm exhausted."

After making the call for a taxi to pick them up at the gym, only a couple of minutes passed before the loud honking horn of a car could be heard outside. "That must be for us," he mentioned as he grabbed everything and headed outside. "Yep, it's our taxi," he said as he motioned for the driver to pop open the trunk. Logan threw their belongings in it and pushed the trunk closed. Next, he opened the back door of the taxi and made a polite gesture for Rayne to enter first. "After you, sir." Once his boyfriend was set, Logan got in, closed the door, and fastened his seat-belt. "To the Hammel Institute please," he told the driver as his hand crept over and took hold of Rayne's.

It wasn't much longer before they arrived at the school. "Thanks again," Logan said as he paid the driver and exited the vehicle. He removed their stuff from the trunk and handed Rayne his share of it. "You still up for a swim?"

[Rayne Lancaster]

Rayne meerly hovered over Logan when his boyfriend's hands grabbed his shoulders. Her pulled him down, and Rayne placed both hands on the arm rests and lowered himself down as kissed Logan. Pausing, Rayne laughed at Logan's reply as they kissed again. In a lip lock, they stopped and Logan kept on with the charming smalltalk as Rayne wasted no time kissing the right side of Logan's neck. His warm body against his comforted him as he kissed the guys collarbone to his jaw line, lightly kissing him. This was amazing. Rayne stopped and smiled to him. "You could never get on my bad side".

They rose and wandered over to there stuff. Rayne took a sip to wet his lips but then heard Logan's suggestion. To go for a swim back at Hammel. Rayne didn't want to see complainative or annoying, but he had nearly drowned to death last night. A rock slide and some misfortune and he was stuck at the bottom of the Lake under a rock and on the verge of death. Water really wasn't his favourite thing at the moment, but putting on a faux smile he nodded. "Sure thing". He slipped his singlet back on and swung on his jacket, dreading what was to come.

Logan was going to call a taxi and Rayne didn't object. He was sore and tired and kind of bummed out now. His mood had died. He just gave him a nod and stood there on facebook until the taxi came. Walking outside, he followed Logan as the truck was popped and he helped put the stuff in there. He smiled to him and tried to hide how down his mood had gotten. Just because he was shaken up. He opened the door for Rayne and called him 'sir'. Rayne smirked. "Sir? Really?". He teased as he hopped into the taxi and waited for a ride back home with Logan touching Rayne's hand.

They got back to school and just when Logan passed Rayne his stuff and asked to swim, he told the first lie to Logan. He hated it, but being affraid would make him look like a wuse. That was the last thing he wanted Logan to think of him as. "Um - You know what. I just remembered that I have - weekend Cinema Club. As founder I kinda have to be there. But we'll hook up later". Time to get away as fast as you can! He leant in to give Logan a goodbye kiss, and hopefully didn't give him a wrong impression.

[Logan Castille]

"Wait," Logan called out, sad that Rayne had to leave. He could tell something was wrong but quickly dismissed the feeling because he had no real reason to be suspicious. He pulled Rayne close to him after receiving a goodbye kiss and kissed him again. It was the last kiss before they departed, so he wanted to make it count. He wanted a sensation that he could be excited for the next time they get together and that is exactly what they got. "Thanks for spending time with me, babe. I had a good time," Logan said as he gave his boyfriend a warm hug. "And don't worry about the swimming thing, it's not that big of a deal."

Satisfied, Logan backed away from Rayne and took a firm grip on his belongings. "I'll keep in touch. See you later!" He walked through the school grounds quickly in order to get out of the cold and into his dorm. Once inside, he showered, threw on a pair of boxers and went to bed. He was spent and ready to hit the hay, but all he could think about was Rayne. Not even an hour had passed and he was already missing him. Goodnight <3 he said in a text before finally shutting his eyes and falling asleep.

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