The Art of Ink

Chapter Seventeen - Exhausted Pleasure

When Shan stepped into He Tian's bedroom he couldn't help his gasp of wonder, this place was unbelievable. An enormous bed dominated the far wall, it was big enough for him, the gangster and Jun. After a long day crouched over tattooing, his lower back ached and the bed was looking so tempting right now. The light grey, soft cotton quilt and mountain of white pillows were crisp and stylish looking.

Once he stopped gawking at the room, he finally looked about to see where He Tian was. The black haired man was standing near a large wall mounted TV, it was so thin Mo knew it had to be expensive, he shook his head at such opulence.

He Tian stood there looking like a snack, as relaxed as Mo had ever seen him. He messed about with the slim remote until a menu appeared on the screen.

"What are we watching then?" Mo edged over to the bed, sitting down on the invitingly squishy surface with a relieved sigh. Not knowing what to do he crossed his legs when all he really wanted to do was flop back against the pillows and sprawl out star fish style. His mom would be pleased he remembered his manners sometimes.

"Something which won't distract us from...resting after our hard day." He Tian's grin was inwardly evil and outwardly innocent. He sauntered over to the bed and collapsed on top of the quilt, stacking pillows behind his head and shoulders.

He Tian stared at Guan Shan's straight back for a long time. The silly kid was too far away, the fuck was he doing sitting on the edge of Tian's bed like some high school boy invited over to his boyfriend's for the very first time? What to do to make the redhead feel more at home? Hmm, thankfully He Tian listed 'bone melting massage skills' as something he was very proud of, not many people turned down that experience.

"Here lie on your front, let me loosen your muscles up. You fuck your back up and you won't be tattooing for long." The gangster hopped off the bed and rummaged around in his dresser for the massage oil he kept for such occasions, when Mo Guan Shan hesitated he patted the quilt invitingly.

Mo Guan Shan looked at the older man with an arched eyebrow. A massage? The 'hey come and lie down, strip off, while I get my hands all over you...' Yeah that was one he'd heard a few times...but sometimes you just had to go with the flow because a massage sounded perfect right now. Mo tugged off his top and threw it on the floor, his lower back was 'twinging' after all.

Shan lay on his front on the bed with a groan, sooo comfortable, and stacked his chin on his forearms. He let his gaze wander over to the TV screen where a period drama was playing, long haired dudes wore flowing black and white robes against stunning scenic backdrops. It was pretty tranquil to watch.

"Mind if I get rid of these?" He Tian tugged at the waistband of Mo's shorts. He straddled the redhead's thighs, enjoying the sight laid before him.

A small laugh escaped Mo before he could stop it, he might have arched his back a little, teasing, as he nodded his head vigourously.

Tian pulled the offending shorts down, revealing those mind numbingly tight boxers the redhead preferred to wear. They would forever be He Tian's downfall, he knew it. They cupped Guan Shan's ass to perfection. He hands reached out as if to squeeze the firm flesh there, but he ruthlessly stopped himself. 'Later' he promised himself.

He Tian spread the oil evenly on his hands, warming it first. Then he let his palms and fingers do the talking.

"Hmmm." Five minutes in and Mo Guan Shan was in heaven. This gangster really knew what he was doing! Fuck. He'd had massages in the past, but compared to this man they seemed rough, thoughtless, either pressing too hard or not hard enough. Maybe all of his masseurs had one thing in common.....they all wanted to get into his boxers. Did he say he was complaining? Nah.