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Title: Never Skip The Leg Day

Fandom: 9-1-1 (RPF)

Ship: LFJR/Oliver Stark

Rating: T+?? (I suck at this lol - there is a mention of intentions but nothing too explicit???)

Words: 2149

Summary: Words were never Oliver’s strongest suit so he comes up with a plan to seduce Lou with his body instead. Will Lou ever get the hint?

A/N: It’s a bit of a crack tbh, was giggling to myself the whole time I was writing this 😂 and sorry if Oli’s tattoos are inaccurate but this guy is allergic to taking pics that would show them all off at good angles so (it’s gonna be hoodies from now on lol) ❤️

He takes a deep breath, then another, then five more for good measure and knocks on the door of the trailer in front of him.

He’s nervous, but mostly kind of excited. He finally figured his shit out and he’s ready to take action. He has a plan. Maybe it’s a bit dumb but it’s all he’s got. He can almost hear Aisha’s voice in his head telling him to use his words like a responsible adult he supposedly is but it’s hard, okay? He’s not that great at talking to people, it often leads to misunderstandings or offended sensibilities and he can’t mess this one thing up, okay?

The door opens.

“Oli? What can I do for you?”

Classic Lou, always ready to help out. He’s clearly just about to turn in for the night, clad in nothing but soft looking pj bottoms and a worn tank top. Oliver is trying very hard not to ogle his arms so that he doesn’t distract himself from his mission. It’s not easy.

“Hey man, sorry for the late visit but I only just finished shooting and wanted to catch you before you leave the set in the morning. I’m here to ask you for a little favour.” Sure, he could’ve texted, but he wanted to see Lpu’s handsome face in person, sue him.

“Of course. Shoot.” Not even a hint of hesitation and he has no clue what it is yet. This man.

“Remember when we were talking about working out the other day? I was hoping that maybe you’d be free to come over sometime and share some pointers, maybe teach me a few things while you at it. You know more about building mass than me.” It’s all a bunch of bollocks, he knows very well what he’s doing, but he also needs to get Lou alone, outside of their workplace where they get constantly interrupted by everyone. Technically he could just invite Lou over to hang out, and the man would probably say yes, but that would make it into a THING and he’s not ready yet. He needs to work up to it, test the waters. Reconnaissance is important.

“Sure! I was curious about that sweet gym set up of yours anyway. We’re both off this weekend, right?”

Hook, line and sinker.

“Saturday morning works for you?”

“Just text me the time and your address and I’ll be there.”

“Smashing. I’ll see you on Saturday. Sleep well.”

“You too. Goodnight, Oli.”

***

Oliver stares at his reflection in the mirror, double and triple checking if everything is in order. He normally doesn’t pay attention to what he’s wearing, especially for the gym, but these are extraordinary circumstances. He opted for the tightest, thinnest t-shirt he owns and a pair of shorts that usually annoy him because they always ride up his thighs. Today they’ll do nicely for what he has in mind.

Should he put some nice cologne on? Style his hair a little? Or would it be too much?

In the end he doesn’t have time to dwell on any of that because he gets a text that Lou has arrived at his house. Half an hour early. Maybe he’s not the only one eager to spend quality time together.

He meets Lou at the gate and gives himself a moment to drool over his firm glutes as he crouches to say hello to his dogs.

Jade and Bear seem to be as smitten with the guy as he is with how they trip over their own paws in order to get some attention.

“Okay. That’s enough cuddles. We have places to be.”

He’s not jealous of his dogs. He’s not.

Lou gets up and finally all his attention is focused on Oliver and Oliver alone. As it should be.

“Lead the way!” Lou shoots him a big smile and adjusts the strap of the duffle bag on his shoulder.

He gets a little distracted for a second because Lou’s nails are painted purple and it looks so good on him. Then again anything looks good on Lou, if you ask Oliver. The guy could show up in a potato sack and still look like a runway model.

“Yeah, uh, this way.”

“Wow, this place is great!” Lou exclaims excitedly when they arrive at the gym and Oliver puffs his chest out in pride. He loves his gym, and he know he doesn’t need any external validation to know it’s awesome, but a praise from Lou always hits differently. He’s such a goner for this man. Pathetic.

“I brought some of my stuff,” Lou continues, completely oblivious to Oliver’s hearts eyes, as he sets down his bag in the corner of the room, “but I can see you have all we need here.”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, what do you want to work on today?”

Oliver nearly says ‘you’ but he somehow manages to get a grip and soon they’re deep in a discussion about exercising strategies and meal plans.

Then they stretch, work out, compare their respective routines while at it, and have a bit of a laugh here and there.

They eat lunch together afterwards, Oliver may have maybe, possibly gone all out on the food in hope to impress, and impress he did judging by the obscene moans coming out of Lou’s mouth at every bite, and part ways.

It was great.

It was fun.

But that’s it.

It’s not like he expected love declarations or anything but it was a little bit disheartening when all he got from Lou when he tried to enticingly arch his back at him was having his stance corrected. Rude.

Okay, so it maybe didn’t go as well as Oliver hoped, but it was only their first session and they already made plans to continue working out together. He’ll just have to up his game, be more transparent about his intentions, more bold with the flirting and the touches, make sure Lou gets a clear message.

Should he wear a crop top next time? Oil himself up a little?

He knows Lou is into men, they had this conversation a while ago. He also knows he’s not seeing anyone. He’s up for grabs and Oliver wants to grab him so badly.

Hopefully next time Lou comes over they end up engaging in a different, non gym related type of exercising. He’ll do anything within his power to make it so.

***

Oliver is frustrated to the core. In more ways than one so to say.

It’s been weeks of their randezvous at his home gym and nothing fucking happened with Lou yet. Not a single sign that could be interpreted as something more than just friendship.

He’s tried every move, every trick, short of stripping and jumping the guy, and he’s at his wits end.

Today he’s wearing a pair of shorts so tiny that if they were any smaller they’d be considered g-strings. He also decided to completely forgo the top. He’s gonna hit Lou with as much bare skin as he can without going completely nude and if that doesn’t work he’ll just have to accept the fact that it’s a lost cause and the man is simply not interested in what Oliver wants to offer.

He was so sure there was something there. He could’ve sworn they had MOMENTS. Electric eye contact, prolonged touches, what he thought was undeniable interest in Lou’s eyes.

Maybe he got it completely wrong. Maybe it was all wishful thinking.

“Heyyyy.” A soft, nasal voice interrupts his mini internal crisis. He turns around and his mouth goes all dry even though he just had a glass of water.

Lou looks like an absolute dream in a tight, black tank top paired with red shorts and a headband. He fucking loves these headbands, they make Lou’s hair stick up like a fluffy cloud, it looks so soft and touchable, his fingers always twitch at the sight.

He’s about to say hello himself but before he even opens his mouth Lou mutters what sounds like “I can’t do this anymore.” under his nose, turns on his heel and starts walking away.

What the fuck!?

“Oi! Where are you going?” Oliver yells and chases after the other man. He’s so confused.

He swiftly catches up and blocks Lou’s path.

The man wouldn’t even look at him and Oliver feels his stomach drop. Did something happen? Did he do or say something?

“Hey, Lou, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue doing this.”

Okay, so maybe Lou noticed the advances and the MOMENTS were all in his head after all. It was always a possibility he just couldn’t let go of the hope, didn’t want to let go of it.

“I’m sorry! I’ll tone it down, I promise! It’s all on me! I misread the situation and acted way out of line. I’m so sorry!”

Oliver maybe wants to cry a little. Fuck.

“What are you talking about?”

“Um, you know, me throwing myself at you the whole time when you apparently didn’t want any of that?”

“Wait a minute, so all this time you were actually, consciously trying to get in my pants?”

“I’d maybe use the word ‘seduce’ instead but yeah, pretty much.” Oliver reluctantly admits. The cat is finally out of the bag and not in a fun way like he had hoped.

Lou stares at him with an unreadable expression on his face for a good while, then takes a deep breath and lets out a hysterical giggle that soon turns into a full blown belly laughter. Great. Nothing better than your feelings being mocked first thing in the morning.

“Okay, I get it. Message received. Haha. Silly me thinking I have a chance with someone like you.” It’s fine, really. He’ll survive. Hopefully. He just hopes it won’t affect their friendship, or chemistry on screen.

Shit, what if Lou quits the show because of him? Can he do that? Would he do that? Did he completely fuck it up?

“What? No! No! That’s not why I’m laughing at all.”

Oliver’s not entirely convinced.

“What’s so funny then?”

“This whole time you were trying to, as you put it, seduce me and I was literally using all my willpower to keep it platonic. I was struggling, Oli, so much. I was trying so hard not to pop a boner around you every single time. I can’t believe it!”

“Wait, but why? I wanted your boner!”

“I thought you were straight. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I was literally rubbing myself all over you every single time. What kind of a straight man does that?”

“Yeah, I’m a bit of an oblivious idiot, it seems. But you could’ve just asked me out. I’d have said yes.”

“I did!”

“It doesn’t count if I didn’t know about it.”

Oliver huffs out a small laugh. This conversation was absolutely ridiculous but it doesn’t matter, turns out they were on the same page the whole time. A win is a win.

He feels so giddy he thinks he may explode.

“Well, now you know. What are we going to do about it?” He asks cheekily while looking up through his eyelashes, hoping it makes him look sexy rather than deranged. He should’ve practiced in front of the mirror, damn it.

Lou’s eyes darken as he takes a step forward so that their chest nearly touch. Okay, so maybe he managed to convey the sexy then. He starts leaning in and Oliver’s whole body shudders with anticipation. Is this when they finally kiss without cameras pointed at them? He closes his eyes and waits.

And waits.

And then Lou’s big, warm hand lands on his face making him yelp in surprise.

“Now, we’re going to do our reps, like we planned.”

Say what!? His eyes fly open only to send Lou a hard glare. He can’t be serious!

“Are you taking the piss!? We just established we want each others’ boners and you want to work out!?” He probably sounds like a whiny child but come on! He’s waited forever for this moment!

“It’s leg day, Oli. You know more than anyone that you can’t just skip leg days.”

“You’re an absolute wanker, you know that? And a cockblock! And a tease!”

“I’ll make it up to you after. Show you just how good of a wanker I am.” Lou sends him an exaggerated wink and makes a rude gesture with his fist to go with his words, then turns him around as if he weighed nothing, which hot as fuck, and pushes him back towards the gym. He’s such an infuriating, lame dork and Oliver wants to absolutely ruin him.

“Fine.” He groans and obediently takes his usual stretching spot. “But just so you know, as soon as we finish I’m jumping your bones.”

“Can’t wait.”

#louliver #fanfic #art

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