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Charlie was laid out on your bed, face down, arms sticking straight out from his sides. He was nude but for a bath towel folded and draped over his ass. You stood behind him, out of his line of sight, changing into clothes you didn’t mind getting messy, in this case your oldest pair of shorts and some random tank top. You had a small basket filled with scented oils and lotions, and a couple of soft towels, which you placed on the bed.
The lights were turned off in your room, a couple of candles lit for ambiance. You had a small oil diffuser on one of the nightstands with a blend of eucalyptus and mint, spreading the calming scent through the space. You left your phone on the dresser, playing a random ‘spa music mix’ you found on youtube, a mixture of gentle woodwinds and rain noises. Literally the perfect environment to relax in.
Charlie was not relaxed. You could read the tension in the tight lines of his back and thighs, the way his hands were clenched into fists, the small crease between his eyebrows. You ran your fingers along the back of his arms, the soft touch making him jump.
“Charlie, you’re so tense, are you sure you’re still okay with me giving you a massage?”
“Uh, yeah, I just, well I’ve never had a massage before. What if I do something wrong?”
You laughed, “Charlie you can’t do anything wrong. Well, actually, if you went to an actual massage therapist there’s a bunch of wrong things you could do, but there’s nothing you could do with me that would be wrong.”
Some of the tension left his body, but certainly not all of it. Though, what could you expect given his life? With friends and a job like his, stress was bound to be knotted and soaked through every bit of his being. Hence the massage.
Charlie had chosen to lay in the middle of the bed, so you climbed up and crawled to the center to kneel by his side, reaching to pull the basket of oils and lotions next to you. Okay. So now where to start?
You had watched a couple of tutorials in preparation for this, but really you had no idea what you were truly doing. Like most things you chose to do in life, you shrugged and dove in head first. You fished through the bottles in the basket till you located the one with eucalyptus and mint scented oil, to match the scent of the room. You drizzled a small puddle of oil at the top of Charlie’s back, the cool liquid making him gasp.
“Sorry, sorry, I probably should have tried to warm that up a bit.”
“‘S’alright.”
You dragged your hands through the oil, spreading it across the skin of his shoulders, the top of his neck, and the crest of his spine. The oil was wonderfully slippery, allowing you to glide your palms over his skin without the slightest hint of friction. Given you sat to one side of him, you figured it made sense to focus on one side of him at a time, in this case his left.
You poured more oil, into your palm this time to warm it, and spread it from his left shoulder and down his left arm, ready to start a proper massage. You cupped his muscles with both hands and began a kneading motion, with your thumbs providing the majority of the pressure. Trying to work into the tense flesh without hurting him. You continued this motion down each arm, slowly, doing your best to release the tension trapped there.
As your hands drew down to his, your pressure lighted, using your other four fingers to caress the delicate bones of his wrist and nimble fingers. They were fingers that regularly amazed you with their cleverness, whether they were being used to play the piano or your body. You worked your way back up his arm to his shoulder, where you poured a bit more oil into your palm.
Your initial plan had been to do his whole left side, but as you tried to massage just one half of his back you realized how awkward that would be to do with the whole torso, as vertical movements were difficult given that you were perpendicular to his body. So you figured you’d start with his extremities, and moved to the top of his thigh, spreading more oil there.
The backs of Charlie’s thighs were especially stiff, and you found it hard to get the right level of pressure with just your fingers, so you fisted up your hands to use your knuckles to dig in.
“This actually feels really really good,” Charlie said. You tried not to feel a little offended by the tone of surprise in his voice.
“I’m glad you’re liking it, I like making you feel good.” More oil into your palm as you moved down to strong calves, squeezing the muscles rhythmically.
As you continued down to his foot, digging your thumbs into the arch quite firmly you heard a gasping noise. At first you ignored it, figuring Charlie was surprised and startled, but as you moved to the ball of his foot you heard it again but clearer, a breathy giggle.
“Charlie, are you ticklish?”
“Um.. no..” he answered. You brushed your nails lightly over the bottom of his foot and he flailed, another laugh escaping. “Okay yeah, maybe a bit.”
How was this man so adorable? Done with his left leg and side, you crawled over his legs to sit on the other side, and continued on his right side, this time being mindful of his ticklish areas. As you worked your hands up higher and higher on his leg, nearing the crease of his thigh you definitely heard a very different sort of gasp. One that brought blood to your cheeks. Feeling cheeky, you let the tips of your fingers skim just under the towel on your next pass up his thigh, drawing a murmured ‘fuck’ from Charlie.
Shaking your head to refocus, this was about making Charlie relax, not about sex (though the evil little voice in your head whispered Why not both? ), you knee walked to the head of the bed to finish up on his right arm, this time purposefully drizzling the oil on his overheated skin, relishing in the hiss it drew from him.
As you turned your attention to his back you had to take a moment to think of the logistics. “I’m uh, going to sit on you to reach your back, okay?”
“Uh.. okay?” Charlie sounded confused. His confusion was cleared when you swung a leg over his body and settled down, straddling his body over the towel covering him. From your perch you had full access to his entire back, and you used it, spreading more oil and using large sweeping motions to skate over his skin.
You paid special attention to his neck and the top of his shoulders, knowing that his poor posture caused more strain on the areas. As you worked your way up and down his back you relished in the small groans and sighs from Charlie, each one a bit of tension leaving him, till he wasn't much more than a puddle of jelly.
Once finished with his back you slid off him and tapped his side. “Okay, roll over and we’ll get your front.”
“M-my front?” His voice cracked. ‘Um, so yeah, I uh, about that”
“It’s all good, just turn over Charlie.” He obliged, darting his hand out to catch the towel and keep himself covered as he laid on his back, which… did nothing to hide his current situation.
“Oh. Well, glad to see you have been enjoying this so far,” you joke. Charlie’s face was pink and he fluttered his hands a bit, unsure of where to put them. You knew exactly where you’d like them, grasping a fistful of your hair, clenched tight around your hips, grabbing your ass. In fact, you were pretty ready to move to the happy ending portion of this massage. “I’m just gonna..” you trail off, pulling the towel away instead of finishing.
Charlie’s cock was hard enough it lay nearly flat on his stomach. It was red and wet at the tip, twitching under your assessing gaze. You sat up on your knees, ready to resume straddling Charlie.
“Wait.” You froze, worried maybe you were moving too fast or Charlie had changed his mind. “Could you, uh, take off your clothes too now?” You immediately complied, pulling off your tank top and throwing it to some random corner of the room and shimmying out of your shorts to send them to the same corner, till you were as exposed as Charlie.
You straddled him now, sat so the head of his cock pushed and rubbed teasingly against your clit, sending little sparks of pleasure with every movement. You placed both hands on his chest for leverage and thrusted your hips in small jerks, sinking into the welcome friction.
Well, welcome for you. For poor Charlie it was both too much and not enough, a maddening tease. In a move that seemed to defy physics, Charlie had flipped you both over so he was on top of you, and then flipped you over to be on your hands and knees, it happened so fast it left you a bit dizzy and gasping for breath.
“W-what? Charlie?”
“Shh, shh. It’s my turn now.” And then Charlie began to fulfill your wish from earlier. His hands were on your ass first. Groping and pulling to expose your cunt to the cool air of the room and his curious fingers. They circled your clit first, drawing small gasp from your lips, and then two dipped inside you, collecting and spreading the wetness inside back down to your clit. The fingers left for a moment and you heard a wet pop from Charlie’s mouth that left your cheeks burning.
Charlie grasped hold of himself, one of his hands on your hip now keeping them raised up and angled to him, and dragged the head of his cock through the slick he had left behind before sinking into you, slowly but with no hesitation, till he was buried to the hilt.
He paused there, regaining his bearings, but you were far too worked up and far too impatient to wait long. You thrusted back against him, hands clawed into the sheets for leverage, letting out a guttural command, “Fuck me”.
He did. He dove straight in, strong hands like an iron vice on your hips, as he fucked you. There really was no other word for it, this wasn’t love making, soft and gentle and sweet, this was fucking. The crisp smack sound of his pelvis and hips against your thighs and ass. Sweat dripping down his forehead and down your back. Grunts and pants and moans that blended together till you couldn’t tell whether the noises were coming from your lips, or Charlie’s, or the struggling bed frame beneath you.
“C’mon, fuck,” Charlie grunted as he readjusted his hands, slick against your skin. His deft fingers trailed down to circle your clit, drawing additional shock of pleasure though your body. Instinctively your back arched further as you sank from being supported to your hands to your elbows, your shaky arms no longer able to support your weight. Your legs spread wider, allowing him to fuck even deeper into you, which you didn’t think was possible.
HIs fingers sped their pace around your clit and Charlie gasped out “Fuck, are you close? I’m about to lose it.”
You were close, but maybe not as close as him, “Just- fuck- harder..” He pounded into you, thrusts quickly going syncopated and hands clenching tighter, likely leaving tiny fingertip bruises on your hips. You would swear you could feel his cock twitch inside you as he came with a few high soft noises before his hips slowed and stilled.
You were right on the edge, so damn close, “Charlie, please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. Charlie pulled out, leaving you terribly empty for a moment before plunging two fingers back inside you. His other hand went to your ass, kneading and massaging as he dropped his body lower, low enough his mouth was level with your aching cunt, and then diving in like a starving man.
His tongue laved over your clit, soft but firm and strong. His fingers were hard at work as well, pushing his come back inside you as it tried to leak out, and cleverly massaging the bundle of nerves inside you in time with his tongue. You were already so close when he came, and with this you were unable to hold on any longer. You came, cunt clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking and chest heaving.
“Oh my god, Charlie, oh god fuck, that’s so fucking good.” His hands and mouth carried you through the aftershocks, slowing and gentling as you came down.
You collapsed onto your stomach, head turned to face the side of the bed next to you, where Charlie promptly collapsed as well. His eyes were soft and sleepy, lips glistening in a way that made you blush as you remembered where they’d just been. The memory was not enough to stop you from leaning towards him to press those lips against yours, light easy little kisses as you maneuvered yourself to be cuddled up next to him.
You struggled for a moment, wresting the blanket that was under you free to pull over the both of you before the sheen of sweat drying on your bodies could chill you. Charlie let out a content hum and snuggled deeper under the blanket and closer to you, eyes already drooping shut.
“Mmm, we’re..” he trailed off for a moment, “we’re gonna have to do this whole massage thing again. Maybe I can return the favor next time.” You nodded in agreement against his chest before clutching the blanket tighter and drifting to sleep.