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(In which you, dear reader, secretly know how to give the massage of a lifetime, and a certain man is in dire need of one- even if he won’t say so.)

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Recalling the sight of your friend shifting and rubbing his neck subtly, you couldn’t get the image out of your mind, the way he seemed to wince whenever he moved a little too quickly or stretched too far repeating over and over again.

Enough was enough, this had gone on for far too long.

He was trying to hide it, quite badly, but he was in pain all the same.

You hated seeing him like this, and you knew you could help- a certain skill you’d learned before getting dragged into playing that ridiculous game years ago.

You, (Full name), could give a back massage good enough to make your own trainer cry in joy. You’d never had to bring this little talent of yours up, it seeming unimportant in the grand scheme of things before now. But now?

Now, you were going to put this talent of yours to good use, helping your oblivious crush along the way.

Yes, you’d been crushing on the man for years, having fallen for him shortly after meeting him for the first time. He’d just seemed so…well, it was hard to explain, but you’d been head over heels for him ever since.

Yes, in love and way too nervous to do anything about it.

But today you were going to push those feelings aside and help him. This wasn’t about you, this wasn’t about your feelings, and you were not going to let your usual shyness get in the way of this.

Arriving home and grinning softly to yourself, you set about cleaning up a little, clearing off your living room floor to make space for a spare mattress.

You couldn’t leave the poor man to lay on the floor after all, and there was no way you were doing this in your bedroom! Especially not when anyone could wander by your window or come over unannounced and hear-

Hear what? Well, little known fact was that if you wanted to know what a man sounds like during rather…intimate moments, you give him a massage and just listen.

This was in no way influencing your plans. Nope. Not at all.

Pushing the thought from your mind and inwardly cursing your trainer for ever telling you the fact, you finished setting up and went to your bedroom, pulling on a comfortable pair of shorts and an old shirt.

You didn’t want to wear something new after all, it’s just get ruined by the massage oil.

“Speaking of oil, I hope I still have some left…” You muttered to yourself while walking to the high cupboard you kept them hidden in.

Balancing on your toes while reaching blindly into the cupboard above you, you grabbed the first bottle to come into contact with your hand, quickly pulling it down before glancing at the label with a grin.

‘Perfect, now…how to go about getting him to agree?…’ Biting your lip slightly and shifting your weight from foot to foot you eventually let out a sigh, cursing the butterflies in your stomach as you softly walked back to the living room. ‘To hell with it, it needs to be done. I may be nervous, but I can’t stand seeing him in pain, not if I can do something about it.’

You’d get him to agree one way or another, that was for sure. This was for his own good after all, and while you didn’t know if he’d be willing to let you touch him like that you knew you still had to try.

Setting the bottle down next to the makeshift ‘bed’, you gave a start when a knock sounded from your door, looking over at it like the devil himself was behind, just waiting for you to open up.

It sure felt like it.

Swallowing and fighting down your blush, you breathed in deeply before walking over, opening the door just as the person behind began knocking again.

And like always, just seeing him brought a smile to your face.

“Hey-”

Description

(In which you, dear reader, secretly know how to give the massage of a lifetime, and a certain man is in dire need of one- even if he won’t say so.)

---

Recalling the sight of your friend shifting and rubbing his neck subtly, you couldn’t get the image out of your mind, the way he seemed to wince whenever he moved a little too quickly or stretched too far repeating over and over again.

Enough was enough, this had gone on for far too long.

He was trying to hide it, quite badly, but he was in pain all the same.

You hated seeing him like this, and you knew you could help- a certain skill you’d learned before getting dragged into playing that ridiculous game years ago.

You, (Full name), could give a back massage good enough to make your own trainer cry in joy. You’d never had to bring this little talent of yours up, it seeming unimportant in the grand scheme of things before now. But now?

Now, you were going to put this talent of yours to good use, helping your oblivious crush along the way.

Yes, you’d been crushing on the man for years, having fallen for him shortly after meeting him for the first time. He’d just seemed so…well, it was hard to explain, but you’d been head over heels for him ever since.

Yes, in love and way too nervous to do anything about it.

But today you were going to push those feelings aside and help him. This wasn’t about you, this wasn’t about your feelings, and you were not going to let your usual shyness get in the way of this.

Arriving home and grinning softly to yourself, you set about cleaning up a little, clearing off your living room floor to make space for a spare mattress.

You couldn’t leave the poor man to lay on the floor after all, and there was no way you were doing this in your bedroom! Especially not when anyone could wander by your window or come over unannounced and hear-

Hear what? Well, little known fact was that if you wanted to know what a man sounds like during rather…intimate moments, you give him a massage and just listen.

This was in no way influencing your plans. Nope. Not at all.

Pushing the thought from your mind and inwardly cursing your trainer for ever telling you the fact, you finished setting up and went to your bedroom, pulling on a comfortable pair of shorts and an old shirt.

You didn’t want to wear something new after all, it’s just get ruined by the massage oil.

“Speaking of oil, I hope I still have some left…” You muttered to yourself while walking to the high cupboard you kept them hidden in.

Balancing on your toes while reaching blindly into the cupboard above you, you grabbed the first bottle to come into contact with your hand, quickly pulling it down before glancing at the label with a grin.

‘Perfect, now…how to go about getting him to agree?…’ Biting your lip slightly and shifting your weight from foot to foot you eventually let out a sigh, cursing the butterflies in your stomach as you softly walked back to the living room. ‘To hell with it, it needs to be done. I may be nervous, but I can’t stand seeing him in pain, not if I can do something about it.’

You’d get him to agree one way or another, that was for sure. This was for his own good after all, and while you didn’t know if he’d be willing to let you touch him like that you knew you still had to try.

Setting the bottle down next to the makeshift ‘bed’, you gave a start when a knock sounded from your door, looking over at it like the devil himself was behind, just waiting for you to open up.

It sure felt like it.

Swallowing and fighting down your blush, you breathed in deeply before walking over, opening the door just as the person behind began knocking again.

And like always, just seeing him brought a smile to your face.

“Hey-”