Studying And Other Adventures

He curled back up, then gasped from his soreness.

Groaning, he stood up slowly.

Priestly didn't stir, practically face-down on his pillow.

He glared at him anyway and slowly tried to make his way to the shower, despite the fact that he was incredibly sore.

Priestly cuddled his pillow in Mars's absence, clinging to it tightly.

Mars returned after his nice, warm shower. Except, he didn't feel much better. He was still so sore...

He got dressed and headed downstairs, hoping for alone time before Priestly was awake.

Priestly was waiting for him with a pot of coffee.

"Well if it isn't my favorite fine-ass protege!~"

He sighed deeply. He had been hoping for some study time...

But he was still somewhat happy. He winced as he sat down, however, though he tried to hide his obvious pain.

Priestly raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his mug.

"Massage?"

He smiled slightly.

"I should go get one."

He placed his mug on the counter, cracking his knuckles.

"Upstairs--I have some oils we can use, too."

He laughed.

"Not from you. Besides, you promised not to touch me."

He stepped behind Mars, pulling him into a hug.

"I promised not to touch you sexually--I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a rather physical fellow."

He squirmed, but mostly because it was rather painful.

"You and I have different views of 'sexual'." He replied, pouting.

"Massages aren't sexual," he said brightly. "Now, upstairs."

He almost protested, but with how much he hurt, he really, really needed a massage.

"...fine." He said, standing up slowly.

"Take off your clothes and lay on the bed~" he said cheerily.

He carefully took off his clothes, but he insisted on keeping his cute boxers on.

"That's all you need." He insisted.

He lightly squeezed Mars's butt.

"Squeak if it's sore."

Not surprisingly, he did just that.

"But, that's not fair, it isn't!" He exclaimed after his initial reaction.

He laughed.

"Come on, take them off so I can massage you more effectively.

He frowned deeply, but he reluctantly did as he was told.

"No. Touching." He insisted, however, as he did so.

"Lay down~" he instructed, pouring oil onto his hand.

"...On my back or my stomach?" He asked nervously.

"Stomach, of course--on your back would be a completely different kind of massage, and I agreed not to try that." He winked devilishly.

He flushed red, but couldn't think of anything to say, so he laid on his stomach, shifting nervously every few seconds.