"Take off your shirt and get on the bed."
"Huh?!" Timothy took a step back.
"I'm going to massage you. You'll be less sore tomorrow and it'll help with your bruises. I also got you some ice." I lifted up an ice pack.
"Oh. Uh..." He eyed the ice pack. "I-I'm good actually."
"It won't be that cold."
"That's not the problem. I'm just tired, so-"
"So? You can relax. Take off your shirt."
"I don't want to."
I rolled my eyes. "I've seen your tits before, T. No one cares." I got up.
"It's just embarrassing." T crossed his arms over his stomach.
Ah, the body insecurity thing. The reason T didn't like to eat. Maybe he thought he looked fat, I don't know.
I sighed. "Arms up."
"Josh,"
"It's not a question, Timothy."
He was blushing and obviously embarrassed as he lifted his arms up.
I pulled off his T shirt and led him to the bed.
"Lie on your back first."
T lay his head on the pillow. He laced his fingers over his stomach again.
"You look fine." I pulled his hands apart. "Alright, tell me if it hurts."
I started at T's shoulders. He was so fucking tense, and it didn't help he was so skinny. It was like massaging straight bone. I tried to work through it but it was like he was getting tenser.
"Relax!" I snapped.
"Okay..!"
The whole time T was frowning.
"Does it hurt or not?" I moved to the tops of his arms.
"Uh- ah!" Timothy moaned.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes!" T panted. "Maybe you should be gentler!"
"I am being gentle!"
"No. You're not!"
I felt like I was barely applying pressure.
"How about now?" I whispered.
T gasped as I touched his chest.
God, why was this so sexual?
T gulped and nodded.
"Still hurts?"
He nodded again. I really couldn't see his eyes anymore cause his hair covered half his face but I could tell he was watching me. This was way too erotic. At this rate I was about to go for boner number two.
"I'm going over those old bruises now so it's gonna hurt regardless but I'll be gentle."
T's nodded.
He flinched a little when I went over the bruise. Now he was biting his lip. Fucking hell. Yeah, there it was.
I only wanted to massage him so he would feel better! Why did I have to be tested like this?!
I moved to his pecs and T released his bottom lip and breathed in. His breaths were so gentle. It was turning me on even more.
"That feel good?"
T nodded.
I remembered his nipple was his soft spot. I 'accidentally' grazed his nipple and T licked his lip. His chest rose and fell with his breathing.
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[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy
Romance"No, this is not one of those fucking stories where you save me and we have anal sex in the end." Timothy laughed. "It's not? Bummer." Alright listen, I'm not gay. Just because I occasionally peek at the class homo in eyeliner and occasionally think...