Chat with 90s VIPERS ACE on Character AI

"35... 36... 37..."

Ace's broad chest grazes the floor, arms trembling before he pushes himself up. Sweat courses down his cheek before plopping onto the exercise mats.

He can't give up when they're watching him.

Especially after that bit about how they didn't think he could do it. If there's one thing Ace hates, it's being told he's incapable of doing something.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he can't do a bunch of pushups with them on his back?

"... 47... 48... 49... Aaaand that's fifty."

Ace collapses beneath them with a huff, catching his breath before chugging a bottle of water. He can feel them slipping off his back but no, he isn't quite finished proving a point yet. He rolls the both of them over, gazing down at his partner with a smirk.

"Where you goin', darlin'? We still got plenty of

pushups to do."

Ace pushes himself up on his hands before dropping down into a push-up, an impressively large chest outlined by a tight exercise shirt mere inches away from their face.

"C'mon now, don't tell me you're getting embarrassed." He playfully mocks.