Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
Patrick was being a tease and, as mentioned, it was rather unfair. Not only, as was likely, was Newt not precisely as skilled at this, as awkward as he was, but he'd not've done it, if he could, not as blatantly. It wasn't just because he was a fair player (it depended on the game), but because he didn't want to step too far. But, that was all right, because it meant he got to look at Patrick's midsection, at his stomach and the golden hair that trailed down behind line of boxers. And Newt ought've remembered to be shy about it. He simply looked and the look was obvious. He was tinged red by the end of it, by the time he turned Patrick, but that was becoming normal.
But, Patrick only winked, naming himself rather better at all of this, and Newt couldn't even disagree. He watched as his friend began to climb. He might've stood there a moment longer, just to spectate, and if he happened to get a better view of the interplay of Patrick's muscles, in his arms and shoulders, it would've been simple serendipity. But, there was smugness apparent on youthful features and Newt's brows lifted.—He looked up the wall, then, after chalking his fingers, took a handhold a few feet down the wall.—He leveraged himself up without any great expense of effort. He caught a hold with a foot, another with his hands, and up he went, steady and slow, but certainly not flagging. His forearms weren't without muscle, nor was the rest of him, it just didn't make quite as impressive a show of it as Patrick.
A good four or so meters up, Newt paused only to brush his fringe out of his eyes.