looking_sharp | Mask Or Menace

[Rude would sooner carry Rufus than push him to injury. So Rude nods, stretches briefly, and then starts jogging off, expecting Rufus to follow.]

When we get back, going to slow you cool down stretches.

[Rufus followed Rude without hesitation, sheer determination keeping him going at this point even though his legs were shaking slightly.

He made it most of the way back before he had to slow down to an almost walk, trying to catch his breath.]

[Rude slows down with him, narrowing his eyes.]

Thought you were jogging all the way back. Or is this the limits of Shinra's strength?

[Mocking the walking without being too sharp.]

Hardly.

[Rufus forced himself to take a deep breath even though it caught in his throat. He pictured himself in the wheelchair looking out the window watching the other patients at Healen while feeling like he was wasting away bit by bit.

He wouldn't ever let himself get to that point again so he forced himself to pick up the pace.]

[Once they're moving again, he nods. And after a block Rude offers his water bottle over.]

You're doing good, sir. Really good.

I've barely been able to walk on my own for the last year. This is difficult but at the same time, it feels good if that makes sense.

[Rufus gratefully took the water bottle, finishing half of it before handing it back to Rude. He had to walk the last short distance to the apartment, too winded to keep going.]

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Makes a lot of sense.

[But at least it's something. At least he almost did it. Even if Rude wasn't sure how he felt about Rufus not being able to walk for a while.]

We'll get you into a far better state. I swear it, sir.

I know you will, Rude.

[He couldn't talk by the time they got back to the apartment, feeling hot and sweaty as he tried to catch his breath.]

[Rude doesn't intend to make Rufus talk. Instead, once at the building, he liberates Rufus's keys from the man and coaxes him first inside, and then to the stairs.]

Come on. I promise once you're up in your apartment, showering, you're going to feel amazing. It's worth it. The relax after.

[It took every ounce of strength to get up the stairs. Rufus let Rude have the keys without protest. Once inside he kitchen off his shoes, tossed his phone on the counter, and fell onto the couch. He lay there on his back, looking over at Rude as he caught his breath.]

Just give me a few minutes. I know this will get easier but-

[He bit back a curse, letting out a breath.]

No.

[Rude moves to offer his hand.]

Get up. Cool down stretches now. Better for you.

[Rufus wanted to protest but he took Rude's hand anyway to get to his feet even though every bit of him hurt. But he got to his feet after a moment.]

Alright. Let's do this.

[Rude nods and guides Rufus through some cool down stretches. Once those are finished he gestures for the man to settle down into a chair.]

Will rub your back for you.

[There is no protest from him as he sank into the chair after the stretches. The stretches had helped but Rude's hands massaging the muscles on his back felt amazing.

He closed his eyes, unable to hold in a soft moan as Rude worked. It was like Rude knew just where to touch him with just the right amount of pressure.]

[Well, of course he knew. He had experience. He did this for Reno sometimes]

You good, sir?

Yes, this feels amazing. Maybe a little lower.

[Rufus glanced over his shoulder at Rude, his body slowly relaxing under Rude's hands.]

[Lower works. Rude puts a firm hand on Rufus's shoulder to push him further forward before his hands slip further down Rufus's back to work the muscles there.]

Would be easier if you had no shirt.

Mm you're right. And I think it would be more comfortable on the couch.

[He stood up as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side as he went to lay on the couch, on his stomach.]

[The couch is awkward for Rude's position, but he'll allow it. He moves and his hands are on the other man's back, kneading and pressing and working at whatever knots he finds.]

You should hire a professional for this.

No.

[It was an automatic response that was out before he could stop it. After his experience with Kilmister and Geostigma he didn't want anyone he didn't trust touching him.

He crossed his arms, resting his chin on them as Rude worked. He let out a breath when Rude's hands found a sensitive spot, it felt as if a bolt of pleasure went through him.

No, I prefer this.

Alright, sir.

[It feels good to be doing something useful, especially when Reno won’t let him do much to make HIS life better. Oh well. He sighs and starts to push harder.]

Should be doing this on your bed, not your couch.

Hmm? You have a point.

[He rolled onto his back, Rude's arms on either side of him as he realized how close they were.]

You're sweaty. If you're going to come into my bedroom, you should at least take your shirt off.

[Rude would be content to point out that he'd still be sweaty, even without the shirt. But he doesn't argue. He just renews space between them and stands aside.]

My shirt won't be on your bed. It will be fine.

[Rufus didn't comment on it as he pulled himself to his feet once more, heading into the bedroom. The room was neat, the bed made this time, the room neat aside from some of Rufus's clothes scattered across the floor.]

How do you want me?

[Rude would consider hte room a mess. He can't help but move around to quickly gather up the pieces of clothing and put them together to the side. He'll look for a hamper later.]

On the bed, on your stomach. Like you were on the couch. Toward the center. May be easier if I'm on the bed with you. Is that acceptable?

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