Summary: When Jax is sore from yet another adventure, Kinger offers to help him.
Jax groaned in pain as he tried stretching his back muscles. The last adventure was just a painful experience, but since Gangle's friends came up with indestructible masks for her, she was content. Jax, however, was sore from it. Kinger was the first to notice and wanted to help.
"Hey, Jax," Kinger said as Jax slumped on the couch next to him. "Are you okay?"
"Ugh, that adventure was just... painful, and now my torso is sore," Jax said, noticing the concern in Kinger's voice. Then Kinger had an idea.
"Would you like me to relieve that tension?" Kinger asked. Jax nodded, and Kinger started massaging his shoulders. Jax started to relax as his muscles were starting to feel better, but when Kinger accidentally squeezed his side, he jumped a little.
"Eep!" Jax made a small noise. Kinger couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.
"Hehe! Hold still, Jax!" Kinger teasingly said, knowing fully well that Jax was ticklish. He started gently massaging his stomach, while also tickling him at the same time.
"I cahan't hehehelp ihihit!" Jax said, laughing. "Ihihihit tickles!"
"Aww, how cute!" Kinger said, starting to give Jax ticklish massages on his stomach, making him burst into laughter.
"KIHIHIHIHINGER! YOHOHOHOU'RE TIHIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Jax said through his laughter as Kinger kept tickling him.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Kinger said, doing a full-on tickle attack on Jax. His muscles were no longer sore, but Jax was laughing hysterically.
"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH THEHEHEHERE!" Jax said, lying down on his back, laughing hysterically. Kinger squeezed Jax's sides before taking a feather and dragging it back and forth on his stomach.
"Oh. This is your tickle spot? Your tummy?" Kinger said, continuing to tickle him.
"DOHOHOHOHON'T CAHAHAHALL IHIHIHIT THAHAHAHAHAT!" Jax said through his laughter as Kinger kept tickling him. "I'M A GROHOHOHOHOWN MAHAHAHAN!"
"So am I," Kinger said, stroking the feather all over Jax's stomach. "But that doesn't mean I can't tickle you on your ticklish tummy!"
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! MY STOHOHOHOHOHOMACH IS TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH!" Jax pleaded through his laughter as Kinger's feather explored every inch of his hypersensitive stomach.
"Coochie coochie coo!" Kinger teasingly said, wiggling the feather on the most sensitive spot on Jax's stomach.
"KIHIHIHIHINGER, STAHAHAHAHAP! I'M FEHEHEHEATHER SEHEHEHEHEHENSITIVE!" Jax found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.
After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Jax, Kinger stopped tickling him and let him up. Jax hugged his midsection.
"Feeling better, Jax?" Kinger asked, looking pleased with himself.
"Y-yes," Jax said, not letting go of his midsection.
"Good," Kinger said, satisfied that his plan worked.
That night, Jax decided to get some much-needed rest after being tickled to bits. He was surprised that Kinger managed to turn a massage into a tickle-torture.