BamBam | Hell

4:Massage

They had entered Jackson's bedroom, which, in BamBam's opinion, looked beautiful. Its black walls and ceiling were complimented by the red carpet and curtains. The bedsheets were also black, but with red embroidery, and two red pillows sat at the top of the bed. Surrounding the room were grey cabinets filled with goodness knows what, and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. The chandelier gave off a small amount of light, which made the scene look quite romantic.

Jackson walked over to the curtains and pulled them closed, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He gave BamBam a questioning look, which made him feel quite unsettled.

"What do you need, Jackson?" BamBam asked warily.

"My jacket." He responded flatly.

"Huh?"

"Take it off." He tugged at the collar of his jacket. Not wanting to get into further trouble with Jackson, BamBam pulled the jacket off of Jackson's shoulders and down his arms. Jackson sat there like a limp fish, not helping in any kind of way.

"Hang it up." BamBam walked over to the wardrobes, where he opened one of the doors and took out a hanger. He hung the jacket on the hanger and shut the door.

"My tie, BamBam." BamBam was about to reach for his tie. "No." Jackson pushed BamBam's hands away from his tie. He pulled BamBam's lip down and tapped his teeth. "Use those."

BamBam was unsure. Why was he being forced to undress this man - with his teeth? It didn't make any sense.

BamBam slowly leant in to Jackson's neck, and hooked his teeth around the tucked in part of the tie. Undoing it, he dragged it off his collar, before hanging it on the tie rail.

"BamBam?" Jackson called.

BamBam came back over. "Yes?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

"What?"

"My shirt, BamBam. I want that off, too." Jackson undid his top button.

Unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and dragging it off his shoulders and down his arms, BamBam felt uneasy. It didn't feel right doing this - he didn't even know the reason why. After hanging that up, he came back over to Jackson to await further instruction.

But he couldn't help but stare at Jackson's abs. Jackson threw his head back and stretched his body, seeming like he was trying to flex or something.

Jackson slid under his bedsheets, bringing the sheets down to his hips, so his full upper body was exposed.

Resting his head on the pillow, he opened the cabinet next to him, and pulled out a bottle of oil.

"Massage me, BamBam." He stated, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What?" BamBam thought his misheard him.

"Massage me. The oil's there. Come on."

BamBam uneasily rubbed a little oil on his hands before gliding them up and down Jackson's back. Kneading his shoulder blades, he could feel Jackson's muscles relaxing. He kneaded and rubbed Jackson's back further and further down, making sure that he got everything.

"You know, you really hurt me today." Jackson broke the silence. BamBam decided to say nothing, but continue on with the massage. "You could say that this is making up for what you did." He was referring to the incident on the stairs.

"Mhm." BamBam dragged his arm down Jackson's spine.

"You're not that bad." Jackson shifted a little under the sheets. "My neck now."

BamBam circled his fingers on Jackson's neck, gently as he could so to not press his pressure point.

Without warning, Jackson flipped over so that he was facing BamBam.

"Kiss it." Jackson said.

"Kiss... what?" BamBam asked, extremely confused.

"My stomach. You hurt it. Kiss it better."

"Oh um... ok?" BamBam slowly and unsurely leant in to Jackson's stomach, where he pressed his full lips onto the skin. He held it there for a few seconds, before pulling away.

"Good. Now, lie down." Jackson patted the space next to him on the bed. BamBam did as he was told, so he slid his shoes off and lay flat on his back on the bed. Jackson rolled onto his side where he could look at BamBam's profile.

BamBam felt an arm curl around his waist, and covers were being pulled up over the both of them.

"Sleep now." Jackson told him.

"I don't think I can do-" BamBam started.

"Sleep. Now." Jackson repeated. He shifted himself closer to BamBam and cuddled into him. He wasn't so bad... when he was like this...

"Kiss goodnight, baby." Jackson said. BamBam pecked the other man's forehead. "Properly." BamBam hesitated for what was probably too long. Jackson got bored of waiting, so he pressed his lips against BamBam's for what seemed like ages. "Goodnight, now. I'll wake you in the morning." Jackson bade BamBam goodnight before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.