shoulders he rubbed slowly over the cloth, just starting off. “Eventually I’m going to ask you to take off your shirt,” he said. “But not yet.”
“Practicing restraint? I’m impressed.”
“It’s my new plan. I’m lulling you. Is it working?”
Neil snickered. “I don’t know -- you probably had a better chance with it if you hadn’t divulged your plan.”
“I monologue, it’s true. Bad habit.” Kit smiled and kept rubbing, his fingers starting to work at a knot of tension he’d found just below Neil’s neck. “Hush now. I’m working.”
Neil groaned, head dropping down as he let Kit work. That was better. Kit concentrated on what he was doing, feeling carefully along muscles and bones and pressing here and there as he rubbed. He tried not to push too hard, since he knew he didn’t like massage that was painful, but Kit really did want to leave Neil feeling better than he had when he’d arrived.
After a couple of minutes, Kit worked his way back to Neil’s neck, pressing with his thumbs along the ridges of Neil’s spine. “Time to let me at skin,” he said.
He didn’t know if it was his approach or the fact that he’d managed to relax Neil, but Neil took off his T-shirt without argument or comment.
Kit ran his hands over the smooth expanse of Neil’s shoulder blades. “Lean over just a little bit. Thank you.” He went back to work, making it a point not to leer, smirk, tease, or in any other way put Neil on his guard. That would be counter-active to the massage, after all. There was time enough to tease him later.
Quiet groans and even softer moans sounded as Kit worked, Neil relaxing more with every rub, every stroke.
He could get used to those sounds. Kit kept going, down Neil’s back to his waist and then back up, working out along each rib. Neil’s skin was starting to glow from the rub, and Kit had to resist a sudden urge to lean over and lick Neil’s spine.
“Okay, I have to admit it -- you have amazing hands. I think I’m totally melted.”
“Time to slide to the couch?” Kit stopped massaging but kept touching, his hand flat on Neil’s back. “You can even take a nap, if you want.”
“Oh, I won’t nap -- that’d be rude.” Neil did move over to the couch, though, lying on his back, a pillow under his head.
Kit sat back, pleased. “Would you like something to drink?”
“That would rock.” Neil really did look melted, happily relaxed.
There was beer in the fridge, but Kit got Neil some ice water and brought in a dish of cut fruit. The beer and pizza could wait until later. “So, when I win next time, you’re going to do the same, right?”
“You know it. What happens if I win again?”
“Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, aside from me being very put out, lodging complaints, demanding to see the photo finish and stuff like that.”
“I know you don’t want me to let you win.”
“Of course not.” Kit grinned. “Doesn’t matter, since it’s all hypothetical. I’m gonna whip your butt.” He popped a grape into his mouth.
“Are not -- unless you mean like with a literal whip.” Neil made a face, like he’d just heard what he’d said. “And even then you are not!”
Kit laughed softly. “Not one for whips? Have we already discussed spanking? How about a little light bondage?” He couldn’t imagine Neil going for any of that stuff.
Neil’s eyes bugged out. “You’re not serious.”
“No.” Kit started to laugh. “I like my fun times without all the trimmings. Basic entry level positions and everything.”
“Basic entry level... oh God, that was bad.” Neil half-groaned, half laughed.
“You didn’t like that?” Kit grinned. “I have a lot more bad jokes.”
Neil groaned again, then winked at him.
That was a positive sign. “Anyway, no. I’m not into that stuff. I can’t see you being into anything super fancy, either; you seem more the nice dinner, a little music and dancing, let me whisper something
“Practicing restraint? I’m impressed.”
“It’s my new plan. I’m lulling you. Is it working?”
Neil snickered. “I don’t know -- you probably had a better chance with it if you hadn’t divulged your plan.”
“I monologue, it’s true. Bad habit.” Kit smiled and kept rubbing, his fingers starting to work at a knot of tension he’d found just below Neil’s neck. “Hush now. I’m working.”
Neil groaned, head dropping down as he let Kit work. That was better. Kit concentrated on what he was doing, feeling carefully along muscles and bones and pressing here and there as he rubbed. He tried not to push too hard, since he knew he didn’t like massage that was painful, but Kit really did want to leave Neil feeling better than he had when he’d arrived.
After a couple of minutes, Kit worked his way back to Neil’s neck, pressing with his thumbs along the ridges of Neil’s spine. “Time to let me at skin,” he said.
He didn’t know if it was his approach or the fact that he’d managed to relax Neil, but Neil took off his T-shirt without argument or comment.
Kit ran his hands over the smooth expanse of Neil’s shoulder blades. “Lean over just a little bit. Thank you.” He went back to work, making it a point not to leer, smirk, tease, or in any other way put Neil on his guard. That would be counter-active to the massage, after all. There was time enough to tease him later.
Quiet groans and even softer moans sounded as Kit worked, Neil relaxing more with every rub, every stroke.
He could get used to those sounds. Kit kept going, down Neil’s back to his waist and then back up, working out along each rib. Neil’s skin was starting to glow from the rub, and Kit had to resist a sudden urge to lean over and lick Neil’s spine.
“Okay, I have to admit it -- you have amazing hands. I think I’m totally melted.”
“Time to slide to the couch?” Kit stopped massaging but kept touching, his hand flat on Neil’s back. “You can even take a nap, if you want.”
“Oh, I won’t nap -- that’d be rude.” Neil did move over to the couch, though, lying on his back, a pillow under his head.
Kit sat back, pleased. “Would you like something to drink?”
“That would rock.” Neil really did look melted, happily relaxed.
There was beer in the fridge, but Kit got Neil some ice water and brought in a dish of cut fruit. The beer and pizza could wait until later. “So, when I win next time, you’re going to do the same, right?”
“You know it. What happens if I win again?”
“Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, aside from me being very put out, lodging complaints, demanding to see the photo finish and stuff like that.”
“I know you don’t want me to let you win.”
“Of course not.” Kit grinned. “Doesn’t matter, since it’s all hypothetical. I’m gonna whip your butt.” He popped a grape into his mouth.
“Are not -- unless you mean like with a literal whip.” Neil made a face, like he’d just heard what he’d said. “And even then you are not!”
Kit laughed softly. “Not one for whips? Have we already discussed spanking? How about a little light bondage?” He couldn’t imagine Neil going for any of that stuff.
Neil’s eyes bugged out. “You’re not serious.”
“No.” Kit started to laugh. “I like my fun times without all the trimmings. Basic entry level positions and everything.”
“Basic entry level... oh God, that was bad.” Neil half-groaned, half laughed.
“You didn’t like that?” Kit grinned. “I have a lot more bad jokes.”
Neil groaned again, then winked at him.
That was a positive sign. “Anyway, no. I’m not into that stuff. I can’t see you being into anything super fancy, either; you seem more the nice dinner, a little music and dancing, let me whisper something
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