Motionless In White One Shots

Stress Relief - Ricky Horror

Ricky slammed the door as we walked in, startling me. He looked pissed off after being in the studio all day. "Ricky, what's wrong?" I asked as he sat down beside me on the couch.

"Nothing," he grumbled. "I'm fine."

I sighed, knowing the new album was stressing him out again. "You're not fine." I insisted. "Please tell me. I want to help you." I placed my hand on his shoulder and gently rubbed. He sighed, looking at me.

"Chris and I got into an argument on how one of the songs should go, and I'm pissed about it."

I nodded and stood, holding my hand out for him to take. "Come with me."

He looked up at me, confused. "Why?"

"I'm going to relieve your stress, now don't argue." My tone was stern, and he took my hand. I led him to our bedroom and went to close the curtains.

"This is the only time I've ever said this, but I'm not in the mood for sex right now."

I let out a laugh as I stood in front of him again. "That's not what I'm doing. Now, shirt off and lay on your stomach on the bed." He did as I ordered and I got the candles and lotion from the dresser. I lit the candles on the bedside table and straddled his waist, lotion in hand. I rubbed some lotion between my hands and started at his lower back and rubbed my way upwards. I could feel his muscles twitch from stress and began to rub it out. The heel of my hand dug into his muscles and he squirmed in discomfort.

"Just relax, Ricky," I cooed. He let out a soft moan from his throat and I knew that it was working.

By the time I got to his ribs, his breathing became more even, but I knew he wasn't asleep yet. I got to his shoulders and he began to tense again. The bulk of his stress was in his neck and shoulders. He whined and I knew this part would take longer. I grabbed more lotion and worked at his shoulder muscles, moving gently at first then gradually digging deeper. He sighed and I smiled. I knew this would work, despite his protest.

"Feel better?" I asked. He nodded.

"Don't stop," he said quietly.

I rubbed the muscles in his neck, running my thumbs up and down his vertebrae gently. I continued to rub his neck until I heard a quiet snore and knew he was asleep. I was just about to get off the bed when Chris opened the bedroom door. "Sorry," he said, his eyes wide. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Not really," I said, climbing off my boyfriend. "I was just giving him a back massage. He's been really stressed."

Chris nodded. "I came over to apologize for being a dick to him, but I guess I'll have to do that later."

"Yeah," I said, leaning against the bed. "So, do you just want to come back later?"

Chris scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I was wondering...since you've already got everything out...could I get a massage?" he asked nervously.

"Don't you dare touch my girlfriend," Ricky mumbled, his eyes slightly open and looking over at us.

"He's not," I said, running my fingers through Ricky's hair.

"I know." he mumbled before turning his attention to Chris. "And I know we fought earlier, and I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Chris replied. "I was wrong. You had the right riff."

"I accept your apology," Ricky said.

Chris turned to me. "So...about that massage..."