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“You’re gonna get addicted to Tony’s massages and wanna haul stuff every night just so he can rub the soreness out for you,” Bowie stage whispered. “Just wait until you smell those oils.”

“I’ve just got to warm them,” Tony said when he returned.

“This is a whole experience, isn’t it?” Tibby asked.

“Dude, we are going to be over here drooling with envy while he turns Wolf into a puddle,” Bowie said.

“Okay, I’m hyped,” I said, stretching my arms until my shoulder popped. “Ohhh, nice.”

“I heard that,” Pressley said.

“We all did,” Harley replied.

“Which movie is this?” I asked, about as comfortable as I could get while my lower back was still screaming.

“The original,” Tibby replied. “I’ve only ever seen the remake.”

“Nice! This is the best one,” I said. “Damn, I picked a good night to break myself.”

“Sure it wasn’t on purpose?” Pressley teased.

Chuckling wasn’t a good idea, but it slipped out, along with a groan. “Not this time.”

“Just about ready,” Tony announced.

Shit, I was so relaxed, he didn’t have anything to worry about. With Bowie hyping up Tony’s abilities it left me eager to feel his talented fingers on my back, since I already knew the pleasure they brought elsewhere.

“Oh, shit!” Claude yelped. “That was fucking abrupt.”

Bowie laughed while Tibby snickered.

“Dude, the music should have clued you in.” Tibby said as Tony’s shadow fell over me, prompting me to try and lift my head so I could see him.

He made it impossible when he started carding his fingers through my hair.

“Just enjoy the movie,” he murmured against my cheek before he kissed me.

“That won’t be a problem.”

Someone turned the light out in the kitchenette, so Pressley’s lamp and a few strands of blue and purple LED lights were the only things illuminating the space. Warm oil flowed across my shoulders and down my back, slowly drizzled up one side and down the other before he switched. I caught a hint of lavender and felt him brush the hair back from my neck, fingertips trailing over my skin, followed by the oil.

Fuuucccckkkk!

Hyper aware of every drop as he poured them, I lay there breathing in the scent of peppermint as it mingled with the lavender. Camp counselors were dying on the screen while his hands followed the trail of warm oil up my back, spreading it across my shoulders. He kept his touch light, gentle as he rubbed circles over my skin. Instead of going after the knots, he caressed, until I whimpered and heard Bowie snicker in response.

“He’s done for now,” he whispered to Tibby, who giggled.

Those two. I couldn’t even muster up a comeback, ‘cause they’d nailed it. I was doomed. Tony’s talented fingers pressed harder as they danced across my shoulders again and I gave up trying to think of one. Half of my body already felt like it had melted into the couch, then he finally stroked his hand down the curve of my back, circling the tender spot like he was tracing it with a feather. The sensations it sent up my spine, like sparks, slowly shorting out the ache.

Fucking hell, this was heaven.

At some point, I stopped feeling the motion of the bus as it rolled down the highway. Pressley’s fingers clacking away on the keys of his laptop faded into background noise. There was a haze over the movie, or maybe it was my inability to focus. I existed just to feel while Tony dragged the tips of his fingers along the sides of my neck, hitting pressure points that unlocked tense muscles.

Someone was going to have to pour me off the couch when he was done, I couldn’t feel my fucking bones. I felt absolutely no shame when another whimper slipped out.

“Still alive over there Wolf?” Pressley asked.

I tried to give a thumbs up since words were still impossible.