Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Back Massage// Thomas

After you broke your ankle, you were stuck being a Track-Hoe, but you weren't used to all the stabbing hoes in the ground, putting constant stress on your shoulders and lower back. 

Thomas was just running out of the Maze as you sat down at a picnic table with your dinner. You tried to massage out the knot in your shoulder, but failed. 

"Hey babe, what's the matter?" Thomas said as he kissed your cheek and sat down beside you.

"Just not used to being a Track-Hoe yet." You smiled, handing him a sandwich. 

"Your back hurts?" He asks with his mouth full.

"My back," you took a bite of sandwich. "And my shoulders, and like everything in between."

He takes a bite of sandwich and some of your water before standing up. He moves your hair out of the way, his large, cold hands brush your neck. You lean your head forward as he starts to work his thumbs against your shoulder blades.

"Oooh," you moaned. "Yes, right there."

He began to work now, the knots slowly working themselves out, making you groan some more.  You closed your eyes, enjoying not only the please of his hands working out your pain, but his hands on you in general. You both were always busy so you never got any alone time. 

You turned around, smiling at him before looking down, seeing the large lump in his pants. You burst out laughing, holding your stomach and bending over.

He blushes before fixing it. He mumbles a sorry before sitting back down beside you, wincing slightly. "Your back hurts too."

He nods bashfully. You smile, standing up, taking a sip of your water before starting to press your thumbs into his shoulder blades. 

You smiled as a satisfying moan escapes his mouth. 

After a few minutes, he turned around, grabbing your hand before pulling over to the small cabin the two of you shared, they gave it to you because of you being the only girl, but then you and Thomas got together and ended up sharing. 

He closed the cabin door, your back against it. He attached his lips to your neck, sending waves of pleasure across your body. 

You pressed your lips to his in one swift motion, the move was so natural like it happened every day, well honestly it did. 

His hands traveled down your torso, squeezing your hips before turning around only to be pushed on the bed by you. 

Your aching back was the last thing on your mind.