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“Heh, are you sure about that? I think you’re pouting right now. You better stop or I’ll have to tease you all night long~” Lukas said sweetly, but quickly took another big bite of his burger to stifle a laugh.

Now, Lukas wasn’t much of a truck guy, but he had mad respect for this thing as it tackled the mountain like it was a silly little ant hill.

Soon enough, they were parked, and he started to pick up all that garbage they had made.

“How about you go on ahead, strip down, and get comfortable, and I’ll run upstairs and get my oils for this? Any particular scents you don’t like?”

“Good, I’ll be right back!” As soon as Wyatt was out the car, Lukas hopped out himself, locked it up, then near bolted up towards his tower.

His massage kit was already neatly tucked away in a basket near the entrance to his bathroom. Lukas rummaged around it a bit, finally deciding on a gentle, relaxing lavender and powder fresh scent. If Wyatt refused to wash himself, atleast he could pretend the skin was clean. And Lavender was supposed to be soothing, so.. Perfect.

After grabbing another towel, he made his way back down stairs, back to Wyatt’s RV, and gave a knock on the door.

“All ready? Let me know, then I’ll come in.”

Lukas wasn’t sure how to feel about that tone of his voice, but, eh, he had a mission and he was going to see it through to the end.

What he wasn’t expecting was this.

“Are you really...?” Had he not known it was a joke? Did he really strip all the way down? There wasn’t really a moment to be embarrassed when he was simply in shock. Then he just cracked a knowing grin, one that said he’d probably laugh in due time.

“You sure you’re comfortable like that? You can lay down on your back or your front, but I’m sure it’ll feel better if I did it from behind.”

“Huh, is that so? Sitting on the bed like that doesn’t look like you were lookin’ for anything at all to me.” Oh. There was underwear under there. Alright, that made things a little bit easier.

“Hm.. I mean, sure, I could do that, but are you sure you’d be alright with me between your legs?” It was an honest question, and he knelt down already, placing a gentle hand on the outside of Wyatt’s thigh. “I suppose from here I could get a good angle at your legs, but I’ve been told my massages sometimes work a little bit more magic than one would expect.”

His touch was firm, hardly ticklish at all, and he gave the slightest of squeezes to what he could already tell was a tight muscle.

... Damn, just how badly was Wyatt suffering?

“For what little room you have in here, you really do have a lot of pillows. But I assure you, my knees are just fine. I’ve had lots of practice on them.” The damned park had so many issues with things falling in the weirdest of places, he was no stranger at all at crawling around on his hands and knees. Plus, scrubbing the walkways sometimes worked best that way.

“Are you gonna move that pillow or what?”

“So have I, you know.” Motorcycles were death traps, some would say, and he wasn’t above risky behavior when truly stressed out. But whatever, Wyatt. That only earned a half laugh.

While he was no stranger to scars, some of these... Some were surgery ones, the kind he recognized all too well. A lump formed in his throat, but there was no reason to think too much on it now. It was far more important to tend to the man before him.

This handsome, annoying man.

“Fine, fine, keep your pillow. Just try to relax, okay? I swear, it works way better this way. Once your fully comfortable, wifey, I’ll begin.” Another press was given to that thigh of his, a tempting gesture to get this wound up stubborn mule to actual let him do his job. “You know you want me to.”

With a nod, Lukas focused himself and got to work.

First, he put the oil in his hands, rubbing them together to get it nice and warm, before actually starting low. Feet came first, each touch firm to minimize the tickling sensation that would come with anything too light. There was a time and place for a touch like that, but right now, this wasn’t it.

Each motion Wyatt gave was carefully observed. If he flinched, Lukas’ grip loosened, if he seemed to relax, he pressed a little harder. It was a little dance, in a way, his own hands responding to any physical reaction he saw.

And he made his way up slowly to his calf, his thighs, leaning in a little closer to get that good angle that he just knew would help.

“How’s it feeling...?” he had to ask, his words just a breath above a whisper. It probably wasn’t that good of an idea to be too into this, but it had been so damned long since he had a chance to care and tend to someone like this, it was hard to stop.

Lukas felt his face flush red at that moan. And he paused, looking up from what he was doing to make sure it was alright to keep going.

... Honestly, he didn’t know, but the pout was cute.

“All I heard was a compliment.” His fingers firmly trailed upwards, back to Wyatt’s thighs, both hands focusing on the same one. And they kept going further up and up, to the point where one hand was firmly planted on the inside of his thigh, where his hip met his leg, and the other kneading his knuckles into the side of his hip.

“Guess I’m doing a good job. Told you my hands were magic.”