Lifted Up?

Christian was working in his at-home gym, all with the signature smile that he always seems to have on. As he lifts, you could see the veins flex in his biceps and triceps. The fact that he was wearing a compressed tank top? It was honestly a beautiful sight. You could see his prominent muscular torso and slim waist. You could definitely understand now why Xander and so many others have a crush on him.

Christian though, being able to sneak literally the smallest things, turns around and sees you with his good eye. His grin becomes wider and he sets the dumbbell down, and approaches you.

All the sudden, he picks you up by your under arms, smirking at you as he held you about a foot above his head.

— “Gotcha, darling~”

He walks over and lays down, bench pressing you. You could feel his large hands gripping you.

— “Perfect weight, darling.”