Mask Or Menace - IC Contact

[looking_sharp]

[The sound of silence for a measure of five seconds. Then a beep.]

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[looking_sharp]

[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.

[ambitiousblond]

[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.]

[looking_sharp]

No.

[Rude moves to offer his hand.]

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

[ambitiousblond]

[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.

[looking_sharp]

[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.

[ambitiousblond]

[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.]

[looking_sharp]

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

You good, sir?

[ambitiousblond]

Yes, this feels amazing. Maybe a little lower.

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

[looking_sharp]

[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.

[ambitiousblond]

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.]

[looking_sharp]

[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.

[ambitiousblond]

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.

[looking_sharp]

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.

[ambitiousblond]

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.

[looking_sharp]

[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.

[ambitiousblond]

[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?

[looking_sharp]

[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?

[ambitiousblond]

That's fine.

[While Rude gathered clothes, Rufus moved to the center of the bed to get comfortable once more. He laid on his side as he watched him but he didn't say anything or try to stop him.]

[looking_sharp]

[Once the room is tidier, Rude pauses to kick off his shoes. And socks. These are both set outside of the bedroom, to prevent too much potential smell. Only then does he rejoin Rufus.]

Any chance you have some lotion?

[ambitiousblond]

There.

[Rufus pointed to a bottle on one of the bedside tables as he rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows but he didn't move to grab it.]

I think the bottle may be nearly empty but there should be enough in it.

[looking_sharp]

[They haven't been here long. Rude has questions. He asks none. He moves to grab the bottle before moving onto the bed and straddling Rufus's hips. Then he puts his hands on Rufus's back, trying to get him to lay down flat again.]

Stay still.

[ambitiousblond]

[Rufus was very aware of the weight of Rude straddling his hips, laying on his stomach with his arms crossed in front of him once more as he got comfortable.

He couldn't get enough of how Rude ran his hands over his skin, the way he found every sensitive pressure point. He wanted to feel more of it.]

My lower back needs attention.

[looking_sharp]

Of course.

[And Rude takes a moment to get some lotion on his hands before putting them on Rufus's lower back and working the lotion into the skin. His fingers are good at finding the knots, and strong as he works at the tight spots.]

Should have had me do this for you before we got here.

[Clearly Rude didn't help the boss like he should have. Future him needed to get his act together.]

[ambitiousblond]

You would do my shoulders on the good days but never my back like this.

[The sores along his chest and side often hurt too much to allow for much contact aside from changing bandages. It wasn't something he was going to go into detail about right now.

He let out a soft moan when Rude's hands found a particularly sensitive spot, unable to keep from shuddering slightly.]

[looking_sharp]

[Interesting. Both the lack of proper massages and the noise. Good thing Rude is used to tuning out reactions like that, on spy jobs. He does pay some extra attention to that spot, given the moaning.]

We can do this regularly if you need.