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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:24 pm
Quinn whipped his head around and gave Vale a steady, dark look.
"I'm sorry, which one of us is the one who has never had a massage before?" He sighed, but relinquished his grip, and whirled back around. He forgot that he had scooted up Vale's body, though, and would up right up next to his face. It was his turn to blush some, and he scooted back a bit.
"I guess I shouldn't massage you, then, since you don't trust me." He rolled off of Vale, and turned his back to the man.
"Besides, no one is massaging me."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:29 pm
"I trust you," he snipped back, pulling the kicked puppy look coupled with a pout. "Or else I v'ould not have brought you here in the first place. I just v'asn't expecting that," he admitted, and blushed, and his tail curled around his waist to protect his assets.
He blinked, and sat up, running a hand through sun-dried hair with it sticking up every which way.
"You never asked," he pointed out, matter-of-factly. "Do you v'ant one? I've never done it before, but..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:33 pm
Quinn flopped onto his stomach and glared down. "No, no, I wouldn't want to trouble the great Valeriu and his need to sunbathe and be scratched. I don't matter when put up against greatness that awesome." He lifted an arm to wave Vale away, while the other one scratched at his own head.
"I don't need a massage. You don't really want to." Quinn had to resist the urge not to grin.
He wasn't very nice.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:36 pm
Valeriu was not impressed.
"My act v'as better," he drawled, scooting over to Quinn's side. "Much more convincing. You really thought I v'ould never purr. But this? This is sad."
Tentatively, his hands hovered over Quinn's back. He wouldn't sit on the poor man - he was far too heavy for that. But he could reach well enough from here just fine with his knees folded underneath him.
"V'here do I start?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:45 pm
Quinn laughed. "Oh, you caught me. Your act was so flawless." He rolled his eyes at the ground, then grunted. "Shoulders. Firm, but don't like, strangle my shoulders or anything. You don't want to kill me."
He shrugged a bit.
"Then just do what I did." He paused. "One second." He lifted up the lower half of his body and used one hand to adust his position, as he was pressing against the rock and it was slightly uncomfortable.
"Okay. Go ahead."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:50 pm
"'Kay," he muttered, focusing on the directions and not on the fact that Quinn totally should've worn the swimshorts Valeriu had lovingly picked out for him (racing stripes were cool, you jerk). It took a good amount of will power to first set his hands down - he was struck with the sudden revelation that his hands tended to leave bruises more often than anything else. It was hard to find a medium between gentle and violent when that fact wafted through his head.
Plus, Quinn's skin was so pale. Every touch he made quickly turned red afterward, and it was clear as day. And rubbing, massaging his fingers into Quinn's shoulders - it was a lot more frail-feeling than his own back. Smaller bones, leaner muscles.
"It doesn't hurt, right?" he asked to re-affirm, biting his lip worriedly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:57 pm
Quinn Mmm'd and Aaaah'd as Vale massaged at his shoulders. "You have such strong hands, Vale!" He arched his back to push his shoulders up, like pressing against Vale's hands would make it better. His hand on Vale's side found it's way onto Vale's upper leg and tightened a grip there.
"Ooh, no. It feels good. Doesn't hurt at all. At least, not in a bad way." He bit his own lip, but for an entirely different reason.
"Massage my back, now, too! Not just my shoulders."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:02 pm
"Bossy," he huffed under his breath, but obeyed just the same, hesitantly moving his hands down Quinn's back. His fingers poked at ribs and spine and waist, leaning further to reach the other side.
There was something very suggestive about this. Especially where Quinn's hand was.
No, no. Platonic. Platonic, he repeated to himself. Just a massage. Completely innocent.
"You're scrawny," he declared, to take his mind off that, "and bony. Your bones are poking at my palms, you know. It's very rough on my delicate hands."
He sniffed disapprovingly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:08 pm
"And you're whiny." Quinn rolled his eyes, again. "I just massaged you a second ago, and I didn't complain about your muscles being hard on my 'delicate hands'. So shut up." He smirked, and his hand moved a bit further up Vale's leg.
"And you aren't done yet! There's more than just shoulders and back, you know." He reached his free hand up and scratched his head again. His hair was drip-drying nicely over the rock. It was good he put on sunblock, too, or he would probably already be burnt.
Silly French skin.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:15 pm
He shifted uncomfortably at the way the hand scooted up higher, but bit his tongue - it was innocent, innocent. Quinn knew.
"At least my muscles v'eren't jabbing your hands," he responded haughtily, kneading his fingers over shoulder bones. "And v'hat do you mean? V'here else? Legs?"
He was getting distracted. Quinn's hair - it was so long. And when wet, the strands kinda curled, and his fingers itched.
Play with it. Play with it.
He caved, and one hand snuck up to tug and knead at his head, occasionally trailing down long blonde locks before starting at the top again.
He purred.
Long hair.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:19 pm
Quinn sighed. "I said do what I did, didn't I--" Suddenly, Vale was playing with his hair. It felt good. He liked it when people played with his hair-- same as he liked it when someone else washed it. He used to always ask his mother to, as a kid, because it felt good. His hand left Vale's leg, and Quinn pushed himself up.
"Fine, you can play with my hair, if you want, but I don't want to lay on rock anymore." He sat up onto his knees, and pushed at Vale's shoulders to push him over, in an attempt to lay on top of him. "And you are a good bed."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:27 pm
He blushed.
Piggy-backing was one thing. Massaging was one thing. But the fact was that Quinn was not exactly overdressed, and Valeriu--
Valeriu didn't know if he had the self-control. Not when it had been so long. He swallowed, and braced his palms on the rock behind him, resisting against being pushed down.
"Quinn-" He was blushing like crazy now, biting his lip, and he couldn't deny that he wanted, in that basic, primal way. The same intentions that called him to his sock pile were calling to him; that pale, formed back, that blonde hair. "I don't - I don't think I can," he confessed. "I'm - I v'ouldn't be able to--"
To stop. He could feel the stirrings roaring beneath his skin, even now. It was as strong as anything else he'd ever felt - as strong as the hunger, the killing intent.
"I said I v'ouldn't."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:32 pm
Quinn rolled his eyes at Vale, and plopped back on his behind.
"Fine!" He turned himself and set his legs off the side of the rock, standing up. "I'll just go find a comfortable Jaguar mother in the forest to lay on. I bet she's more comfortable, anyway. What did you say I had to do? Rustles some bushes and pretend to be injured?" He began walking down the hill, away from the river side.
"Oh Mrs. Jaaaaaaguaaaaaar!" he yelled, loudly. "Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaaaare!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:37 pm
"Quinn!" he yelled after the idiot in exasperation. "Don't be stupid! I v'on't come save your sorry a**!"
Quinn wasn't listening.
"Seriously, Quinn! You think these scars are for show?"
Still yelling.
"Fine! V'e shall see how you fare! If you get yourself killed by something, it is all the better for me anyv'ay!"
He scowled. Scowled, and huffed, and lay on his rock.
He wasn't budging. Not an inch.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:42 pm
Quinn just happily walked along, until Vale made his last comment. Quinn knew he didn't mean it. Didn't really mean it, right? He didn't really think things would be better if Quinn died for him, right?
Quinn was suddenly walking much more unhappily. So unhappily, in fact, that he jumped into thicker trees so Vale couldn't see him any more. He decided he'd double back around the hill, get his clothes, and leave.
If Vale didn't want him here, then he would go. And Quetz could go with him, since he hadn't wanted to go in the first place, anyway.
He was going to miss the trees. And the animals. And just the life of the place. So much life. No humans just dragging themselves through day after day in meaningless monotony. Exciting, thrilling, vibrant life. All around him.
It was enthralling.
He shook his head. It wasn't his realm. Not even his god's. The one time he had been to his god's realm was just a dream. He wasn't sure it was even really the realm. Maybe Quetz had a forest, too.
That would be nice.
He wanted a forest.
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