#deathyriver

• "Get off. You're on my bladder." "Get your hand off my tit, then."

• "Ow!!" - you say feeling a pain shoot through your breast. Johnny quickly rises up, groggy and sleepy. "What!?" "You dug your chin in my nipple!!" He looks at your tit uneventfully. "Oh. Sorry, babe." He moves his chin lower and digs it in your ribs next. "Ow!!!"

• Sleepily you put a hand on John's lower abdomen. You feel your hand fit nicely and put it there. "What do you think you're doing?" Johnny asks with an eyebrow raise. You look at where your hand is and blush. "Oh." You let out surprised by your own act. "Sorry." You take it off. "No, no, keep it on." He smirks.

• You wake up hearing weird noises. You look to your side and see Johnny whining through sleep. You shake him, thinking he's having a bad dream. "Johnny! Hey, Johnny!" You shake him. He groans. "Ougghhhh!! What!?" "You were having a nightmare, honey." "A nightmare?! What gave you that idea??" "You weren't..?" "I was having the best dream of my life!" "What was it about." You ask completely confused now. "It was a wet one." He says and you blush. "With you, actually." You blush even harder. "You know we can make that- *boink* Ow."

• Johnny tugs you against him, his legs and arms wrapping around you like a cocoon. "Johnny, you're squeezing." Nothing. "I can't breathe." Still nothing. "I wanna fuck." "What!?" He rises, stopping the soft snoring and loosening the grip.

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Here you were massaging Pete's back again. He's always had trouble with it, because of his enormous height. You knew how much he suffered because of it, so you always tried to get him into letting you massage it for him. You knew it wouldn't help with the spine problems, but he said himself the pressure feels relieving on his back. Besides, you wanted to release the knots in his muscles to at least lift that weight off his shoulders - or rather his back.

Now you had your blanket laid out on the floor (the massage had to be done on a hard surface), Pete laying on it and body lotion on the side. You sat on Peter's hips from behind and poured the oil on his back. He flinched and grunted softly, because of the cold liquid.

- Sorry! - you apologised.

- It's okay. Just warn me next time.

- Maybe it's better if I pour it on my hands.

- Yeah. Why is it cold though?

- I always put it by the radiator to warm it up a bit before putting it on your back. I forgot to do it tonight.

- Aha. That's smart.

You started to massage his back, first spreading the oil, then pressing into his muscles. He grunted in pleasure as your palms dig and worked into his knots.

- Is it okay? - you asked for assurance.

- It's great.

- Okay. I'm glad - you smiled and heared him chuckle from underneath softly.

After a bit of massaging, you felt his body go more and more relaxed. You stopped digging your palms into his back and looked down at him. You couldn't help, but let out a chuckle - he was asleep. You glided your hands over his shoulders and got up.

After washing your hands you went back into the room with a wet wipe and knelt next to your sleeping boyfriend. You began to wipe his back, slick from the baby oil, and kissed his cheek. You got up and were debating whether to wake him up or let him sleep. He looked so peaceful. He hasn't been so calm and relaxed in a long time. Although, you were also worried about if his back wasn't gonna be more sore - it wasn't the point of the massage. You decided to wake him up and direct him to the bed.

While you were waking him up, he stirred and opened his beautiful, green eyes just to stare up at you.

- Hey - you smiled - Come on, honey. We gotta get you into bed, before your spine snaps in two - you joked and smiled at him.

He nodded and let you bring him to the bed.

- Do you want a shirt?

He shaked his head, declining.

- Alright.

You tied his hair and covered him up. He gave you a peck goodnight.

- Thank you. The massage helped. It was fucking wonderful.

You chuckled.

- You're welcome. Anytime.

He smiled and went back to sleep. You were so glad he had finally gotten some well-earned and deserved rest.

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