Snuggles And Nuzzles (Fluff Oneshots)

Massage

MICHAEL'S POV

   My hand rests calmly atop of Jeremy's. I take a deep breath in and out. I can feel the tension from my shoulders release and float away into the grey night clouds.

  I lean my cheek on his soft curls. His bed head hair pokes me in the face. It smells good. Like vanilla and coconut.

   My calloused thumb casually caresses the side of his slim hand. I notice he is hunched and rather tensed.

  I tenderly place a quick peck on his temple. He looks up at me for a moment and then adjusts to lay his head on my chest.

  The old, but comfortable blankets on my bed ruffle around as he does so. He settles himself and I wrap my arm around him to rub his shoulder mindlessly.

  A stressed sigh slips out through his down turned mouth. I examine his wrinkled eyebrows and pursed lips.

  "You ok, baby?" I asked genuinely concerned as I recall basically every struggle he has Expressed to me.
 
  Between his parents, schoolwork, and the winter musical, he never gets to rest.

  "I- mmh... yeah. I'm okay. I just am so stressed, and tired. I never get barely any time alone. It's kinda just one thing after the other." He tells me. He buries himself deeper into me. "I just wish I could have like a day or two off, ya know? I feel so trapped in my own head that I just- I can never rest."

  He tries relaxing just like me. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. I dont think it worked. He went back to anxiously playing with his hand.

   I frown full of pity and sorrow. It bothers me to see him like this. I take both his hands in mine and squeeze them tight. I kiss them and lay them back down. His hand makes it's way to mine and weaves our fingers together.

   He leans in more so his ear is up next to my heartbeat. I massage his back with my left hand. I start next to his shoulder and get out a large knot. When I feel around I observe more and more knots and kinks.

   I stop and lift my head above my chest to peek down at him. He realizes I've stopped and meets my gaze.

  "You really are pretty stressed Jere." I say softly. He looks back down and shrugs.

  I ease my head down back to my pillow. I bite my lip trying to think of a way to relax him.

  I dont think I have any joints left, and even if I did I dont think he would be very up to that right now. That's not the kind of relaxation he needs.

  I could just keep cuddling with him, but if it isnt doing anything now, I doubt that will change. I do notice that as I rub his back he seems to calm down a bit.

   "Hey," I get his attention. He keeps his ear steadily listening to my heartbeat and hums to acknowledge me. "Can I give you a massage?"

  I've seen my parents do it. I know they have some massage oils in their bathroom that I can borrow. I'm sure they wont mind. Mama always raves about how she adores Mom's massages. It can be that hard.

  He looked up at me with a contorted brow. He studies my face for any trace of sarcasm, but doesn't find it. He softens his features and smiles thankfully.

  "Really?" He asks. I nod meaningfully. "That would be great. Thank you." He hugs me and I reach down to meet him for a small kiss.

  "Perfect. I'll go fetch my Moms' massage oil. I'll be right back." I say. He let's me get up and I head for the bathroom just off of my parent's room.

  I go into the cupboard and look around. Theres various womanly objects like q-tips, perfume, and eyeshadow. Stuff, I know nothing about. But I finally see the oils in the bottom left corner.