Guys My Age ~ Christopher Velez

I'm Gonna Kill Erick

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Throwback to a simpler time when my back wasn't killing me 

You know, before Erick decided to try and bend me like a human pretzel

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"Look, I said I was sorry." 

Erick justified from his spot in the doorway, his best friend glaring at him. Zoe was lying on her stomach seeing as every muscle in her back ached. He decided to try and wrestle with Joel in the house, only to smash into her in the process. She had ended up folded in half, her legs basically curled up and over her head. Don't get her wrong, she was insanely flexible as is, but it was a different story when it's forced flexibility. 

"Get out, pendejo," Zoe grumbled, gingerly gesturing toward the hallway. He sighed, closing the door behind him on his way out. Criminal Minds was on the tv before her, giving her a lovely view of Dr. Spencer Reid. One episode in she received a knock on her door, not even tearing her gaze away. "Erick, I told you I'm fine." 

"Guess again, Princesa." She could hear the smirk in his voice as he caught her off-guard. Zoe jumped in surprise, yelping from the sudden movement. "Mierda," He swore loudly, approaching her at a fast pace. "I'm gonna kill Erick," Christopher crouched down before her on the ground so they were face to face. "What can I do, Princesa?" She huffed when a chunk of hair fell in her eyes, his hand reflexively reaching out to push it back.

"Could you- nevermind," Zoe shook her head as best a possible, stopping herself mid-sentence. He furrowed his brows, prompting her to keep talking. "You won't want to, Christopher." She continued, earning a look of impatience. Christopher wouldn't give up until she said exactly what she wanted, Zoe knew that. So, she simply blurted it out before her brain could tell her different. "Can you give me a back rub?"

Christopher's eyebrows flicked up in surprise, emitting a groan from Zoe. She hid her head with a pillow out of embarrassment. Zoe could hear the soft movement in front of her, assuming he was leaving the room. A few seconds later she felt a dip in the mattress beside her, glancing up. Christopher held a bottle of rose-scented lotion he'd stolen from her bathroom, knowing he'd chose a winner by the glint in her eyes.

"Christopher, you don't have to-"

"I'm going to lift up your shirt, okay?" Her breath hitched, now realizing she hadn't really thought this through. He waited patiently for the nod of her head, scooting even closer to her body. Christopher gingerly grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling the material up at an agonizingly slow pace. Zoe's entire back was on full display, the curve of her plump breasts visible since she didn't have on a bra.

That fun little fact made Christopher shift in his spot.

Christopher didn't know how he'd never noticed it before, but Zoe had kept it quite well hidden. "Your tattoo's beautiful," A medium-sized cherry blossom branch was sunk into her skin with red ink, contrasting beautifully with her tanned complexion. "I didn't know you had another one," He squeezed out a glob of lotion that he'd been warming between his palms, planning to start at her shoulders. It was an oddly affectionate act, something they both knew from the moment he said yes.

"Maybe you'll get to see the rest of them sometime," Zoe teased breathlessly, no longer paying attention to the tv before her. Christopher paused in shock, certainly not expecting her to have even more tattoos. "Thank you for doing this, Christopher." She laid her head to the side so that she could somewhat see him from the corner of her eyes. It took all her willpower not to jump when she felt him straddle her lower half.

She could feel every line in his palms, the cold metal of his rings dragging along her skin. It contrasted to the heat he burned into her body, moving down from her neck. His long fingers inched dangerously close to her breasts when he reached her mid-back. That fact was slowly killing Zoe, trying to discretely squeeze her legs together. Christopher hid a smirk when he noticed it, purposefully skimming the edges of her chest. 

"Feeling any better, Princesa?" Christopher's breath hit her back, Zoe unintentionally arching. He licked his lips hungrily, trying to focus on the task at hand. The small whimper she let out spurred him on,  praying that nothing happened to him below the belt for she would certainly feel it.  "Looks like we'll have to make this a regular thing, hmm?" Zoe nodded to the best of her abilities, the tension in her muscles gradually releasing.

"If you're good I might return the favor," Zoe's voice was raspy with pleasure, making Christopher feel some type of way. The thought of her hands on his bare skin, trailing every inch almost had him running to the bathroom for a cold shower. "Maybe I'll pick up some massage oils. After all, the girls and I were planning on going to the adult store tomorrow." Christopher choked on thin air, forcing himself to climb off of Zoe so she couldn't feel what was happening to him.

"I, uh, are you good?" He stuttered, trying his best to stay out of her sight. She nodded, pushing herself up so her shirt barely had enough time to fall down. Oh, fuck my life. Christopher looked up at the ceiling, scratching the back of his neck. "Okay, I have to go take care of, something." He all but ran out of Zoe's bedroom, a knowing grin on her lips. Richard popped his head in the room, frowning in confusion.

"Where's he going?"

"To take a cold shower, presumably."

"That was more than I wanted to ever know."

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Note to self - Don't piss off Zoe

How was that mouthful of ketchup, Erick?

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Pendejo - Stupid

Mierda - Shit