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“One of the things Rory sent me suggested meditation, but I don’t think that’ll work for us. I thought about what I like to do to relax, and I thought maybe I could—” He bit down on his lip again, screwing up his face as if he was about to say something unpleasant. “I could give you a massage, if you want. I haven’t given one to anyone before, but I’ve had a lot of them, not just sports massage, and I think I can do an okay job.”
Jordan’s hands all over me when I was starting to notice him against my will was a terrible idea. I should have instantly shut him down, but instead, I hesitated. “Uh… We don’t have any massage oils, do we?”
“We have that organic aloe vera after-sun gel I brought with me. Or…lemme check what’s in the bathroom. There might be something in there.” He disappeared into the bathroom, and when he returned, he had a wide grin on his face, and he was brandishing a bottle triumphantly. “Look! Body oil, and it even says it’s infused with extracts for calming and relaxing and shit.”
I scrubbed my hand over my face. There was no excuse not to do this, then.
It looked like I was about to find out just how much of an effect Jordan had on me.
Fuck.
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JORDAN
Istared down at the smooth, broad expanse of Theo’s back. Now that I was faced with the reality of my idea, I was suddenly a little nervous. Also…I really wanted to take a photo. Not a selfie, but a photo of my teammate, lying in front of me.
Fuck it. I snapped a quick photo. It wasn’t like anyone else was going to see it. I’d never post anything like this to my social media.
Propping my phone up on Theo’s side table, I hit my “Relaxxx” playlist, and “The Beach” by The Neighbourhood began playing at a low volume. I’d already done what I could with the lighting by turning off the overhead lights and just keeping on my bedside lamp, and that was as relaxing as it was going to get. Some of the massages I’d had in the past had incense or candles or whatever, but I didn’t have any of that here.
“Do you wanna get naked, or are you feeling prudish?”
Theo’s body stiffened. “For the last time, I’m not prudish. But I’m not getting naked.”
It was probably for the best because now I thought about it, that was a weird question for me to ask my probably straight teammate. Straight…except for thinking that kissing me was a good way to shut me up. And that other thing that happened that I wasn’t going to think about, although that was an accident. Maybe. Probably. No, definitely.
My cock jerked, and I glared down at it. There would be no shenanigans until I could have some alone time with my hand. Now, it was time to concentrate on what I was here to do.
Opening the bottle carefully, I drizzled some of the oil onto my palm and then rubbed my hands together, warming it.
When I placed my hands on the backs of Theo’s shoulders, he exhaled sharply but stayed still, and I took that as my cue to begin. I was straddling his thighs, his leg hair brushing against mine, and if this had been any other situation, I might’ve questioned myself. But I was here for one reason only—to relax him enough that he actually got a decent sleep, and so I began. Sweeping my hands down his body in slow, kneading strokes, I covered his back in the oil, massaging it into his warm, soft skin.
As I moved my hands lower, he shifted beneath me, a soft sigh escaping him, and for some reason, my heart beat a little bit faster. When I reached the top of his tight underwear, I stopped for a second, debating whether to go any lower before I decided to reposition myself so I could massage his thighs and calves.
When I started on his thighs, I realised just how close to his ass I was. Fuck, it was…it was nice. Aesthetically. Athletically. A perfect, muscular curve. If he’d wanted to, he could give me a serious run for my money with underwear modelling.
“Do you ever wear a jockstrap?”
Why the fuck had I said that aloud?
“No. Why?” Theo’s voice was slow and lazy, and despite my momentary panic, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I was obviously relaxing him.
I ignored the way that it was having the opposite effect on my dick.
“No reason.” I resumed massaging his thighs, moving down to his calves and willing my dick to behave. Thinking of Harvey shouting at me did the trick, and I was mostly composed when I said, “Wanna turn over?”
Theo’s tone was suddenly sharp. “No. This is fine. More than fine.”
“Okay.” I moved back up his body again, kneading the backs of his shoulders, working the pads of my fingers into his muscles until he was boneless beneath me. A soft sigh fell from his lips, and for some reason, it gave me a tickly, warm feeling inside. A feeling I’d only associated with girls that I’d been attracted to—and very, very rarely at that.
That thought was shocking enough to have me scrambling off him and diving onto my stomach on my bed, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Want me to do you now?” The low voice coming from my teammate’s bed sent my eyes flying open again.
No. “If you want.” My dick was lengthening again, and I pressed down into the sheets with a frustrated groan that I muffled with my pillow.
“Do you want to get naked, or are you feeling prudish?” My question repeated back to me in Theo’s haughty, mocking tone should have pissed me off, but…it didn’t. Fuck. This was bad.
