mmm
Well, fuck. He'd really done it this time.
Rafe should have known - okay, he
did know - that practicing solo with two sets of bludgers was a stupid plan. Yet he'd done it anyway. Why? Well, that was beside the point. He'd already
"Bloody hell, you're tight," Mars observed as Rafe felt a thumb rock and circle over a tense knot in the nape of his neck.
Rafe then groaned in appreciation as the trainer's expert hands pressed and massaged their way down his back muscles. "
Fuck," he swore roughly as his chest arched upward when a particularly angry spot was loosened. He then drooped forward once more with a sigh. "Sorry," he muttered. "That just feels so bloody good."
Mars laughed lightly and continued working his palms into the meat of Rafe's mid and lower back. Nearly five more minutes of
heaven passed and Rafe did little more than give further unintelligible grunts of thanks. It was unbelievable how
amazing it felt to have someone kneading fists into those sore muscles. He could have sat there for
hours. Was it possible to get this daily? Christ.
"How are you feeling now?" the other man asked.
Rafe laughed. "Are you kidding me? This is better than sex."
The hands suddenly faltered but quickly went back to work, thumbs now pressing outward as the pushed down to the base of Rafe's spine. He gave an involuntary shudder when the thumbs reached his tail bone, but figuring the fingers would soon be movie upward once more, he made no comment or protest. But after the third or fourth swipe of fingers across the damn arse bone that were edging closer and closer to
very questionable territory, Rafe sat up rather stiffly and shot a glance over his shoulder.
"What are you--" Rafe started in confusion, but Mars quickly interrupted, "Arse could use loosening, too." His fingers now dared to slide against the sensitive skin between Rafe's cheeks.
Rafe's eyes widened in alarm. "I'm not--"
