Ruxs pulled out a wife-beater from his dresser but Green took it from him. He was going to rub all that stress, tension, insults, despair, and all the other mess his mom packed on him today right out of him. He took the CD from the nightstand and popped it into Ruxs’ stereo. Green thought of putting it on the thunderstorm track, but thought better of it. The sound of a trickling brook playing over a melodic tune was soft and mellow in the dim room. Green held the eucalyptus-spearmint massage oil in his hand – he meant business tonight.
He could feel the anxiety pouring off of his friend in waves. It was thickening the air and stifling him. Ruxs kept his towel on and stretched his long body across the king-sized bed. Green climbed up and straddled Ruxs lower legs like he always did and slicked his hands up, rubbing them together to make them nice and warm.
At the first touch of Green’s hands to Ruxs’ lower back had him jumping against it. “Shh. Relax, Mark. It’s okay,” Green whispered. He could see the frown-line between Ruxs’ closed eyes.
“Just breathe in deep,” he said while smoothing his palms in an outward motion against the firm muscles. His touch was light at first. Simply letting the aromas permeate through his system to relax him. When he saw the creases began to smooth out on Ruxs’ handsome face, Green began to use his palm over palm technique, rotating in circular motions on one side of his spine and then over to the other. When he started driving out the strain by using a palm on either side of his spine and driving up to his neck. Ruxs began to moan quietly.
Oh god. He’d never heard him sound so relieved.
“Chris,” Ruxs groaned.
“I know it feels good. Relax, I got you,” Green said softly against Ruxs’ ear. He felt Ruxs’ hips flex under him and he wondered for a second if he was putting too much weight on his thighs. So he rose up some and rubbed more oil and began to focus on Ruxs’ broad shoulders. He worked his palms and knuckles into the knots until he couldn’t feel them anymore. Ruxs’ breathing was heavy, almost panting. He should be more relaxed by now. He’d been massaging for over thirty minutes. If it was him, he’d probably be sleep already, but Ruxs seemed to be getting even more anxious. Damnit.
“Come on, man. Try to calm down.” Green leaned in again. He pressed his chest against Ruxs’ slick back and felt him take a stuttering breath. He spoke in the most calming tone his deep voice could muster. “Hey. Shhh. Breathe deep for me. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get through this, man. I’m not going to ever let you go through anything alone. You have me, always.”
Oh my fuckin’ god. He’s killing me. Ruxs tried to take a deep breath but he couldn’t. Green probably thought he was losing his mind or still freaking out about his mom. But Ruxs was struggling with the enormous amount of passion coursing through his body. Green was all over him, pressing that solid chest into his back, pushing him deliciously into the plush mattress with all that brawn, and oh god, it felt so good – too good. He struggled to breathe, not because he was stressed, it was because his sensitive nipples were hard and aching to be flicked, and his cock was like steel trapped beneath him, throbbing and pulsing with every strong stroke Green pushed into his muscles.
Green’s voice was deep and soothing as he tried – to no avail – to calm him. Only thing that would work is if Ruxs flipped over and Green let him rut against him like a wild beast until he came with a roar. Just like —
Fuck. Fuck. Ruxs moaned before he could stop it and his hips flexed just slightly before he caught himself. He was on the edge, he was going to explode. I got to get him off me. I’m going to end up coming. In all the years that they’d massaged each other, nothing like this had ever happened. They’d never turned each other on. That I know of. They were friends. That’s it. Green had massaged most of the guys in the office. He had the best hands. No one – to his knowledge – had ever tried to attack him afterwards, like he was considering doing now. Shit.
Ruxs coughed to try to dislodge the nervousness from his throat before he spoke, but it still came out sounding like a croak. “I’m good, Green. Thanks, man. I think I’m just going to go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
Green paused for a minute. “Are you sure? You still seem pretty wound up to me.” Green’s fingertips moved ever so lightly against the side of his neck.