GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SIXTY NINE.

As I start to massage Joey, I start at the top side of his neck and down his shoulder. I come back across his pec and then back up to repeat the pattern, adding gradual pressure to test his pain tolerance.

"Shiiiit.." He moans, enjoying my sleight of hand. His head tips back and he closes his eyes.

Nick clenches his jaw and turns his head to stare at him. Joey couldn't see this, though. He was to caught up in the bliss of the massage.

I look down at Nick. "You okay?" I ask him.

This makes Joey snap open his eyes to look at him as well. He could see how tense Nick looked. "Dude, chill out. She does this as her job.. on hella guys."

"I'm very aware of that." Nick says, deeply swallowing.

I continue to work on Joey and he groans loudly as I move my hands across his shoulder.

"Can you stop making those fucking sounds?" Nick says out loud, angrily towards Joey.

I honestly and shamefully, was enjoying his loud grunts. It made me remember the sounds he made when we had sex and it brought me back to that place of when he made me have one of the best orgasms ever.

"I can't help it." Joey replies.

I watch as Nick moves his cock in his shorts and it made me wonder if in some weird way, this was turning him on. He doesn't catch me glancing though, which I'm glad he didn't. I was having major fantasies in my head right now about fucking the both of them.

I had to keep reminding myself not to think this way. It was so wrong on so many different levels.

All of a sudden, Nick sits up and starts coughing obsessively. He leans forward further and throws up onto the hardwood floor.

Well, that definitely ruined the fantasy.

"Oh, my god." I say, staring at Nick in shock. "Are you okay?"

"Dude, what the fuck?" Joey questions him.

Nick eventually composes himself and says "Sorry, my head is spinning, shit." He rubs his forehead.

"Lili, take him to bed. I'll clean this up." Joey says.

I walk Nick back up stairs and try to get him into bed, but he insist that he wants to brush his teeth first. After he finishes in the bathroom he comes back out and I help him get beneath the blankets.

I examine him while sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm worried about you, Nick."

"Don't be." He waves his hand. "This is normal."

"No, it's not." I tell him.

"Okay, well, maybe not for the average person, but it's my normal." He replies in an unamused tone. "Come here." He adds. Guiding me by my back to bring me closer to him. "I'll be fine. I promise." He says.

"I hope so."

"I'm sorry for being so crazy. I know it's not an excuse, but I'm just feeling really, fucking off." He makes a pitiful sound. "I'm just mad that I feel like this."