Spider-Man/Nova - "Do You…Well…I Mean…I Could Give You A Massage?”
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
Peter froze, one elbow still bent in the air as his hand rubbed at his spine. “I…”
There was another silence, the two boys staring at each other.
Peter had fallen rather badly off a building the day before and had spared no time complaining and bemoaning his fate. And since Aunt May was out for the weekend, Sam had been picked to watch over him and make sure he didn’t return to active duty till Coulson gave the say so.
“Okay,” Peter said finally. At this point, he would take what he could get. Besides, what was the worst that could happen with a little massage?
A massage from the very sexy Sam Alexander, a voice in his head reminded him.
Okay, so think unsexy thoughts and it should be okay, he amended. “So..um…should I take off my shirt?”
“No!” Sam squeaked. Then he cleared his throat. “I mean, there’s no point. No body oil.”
Peter opened his mouth to inform Sam there was actually an assortment of body lotions and things in the bathroom, but thought better of it. He nodded. “On the bed?”
Sam nodded. “On the bed,” he repeated in a firm tone.
Peter did as he was told, Sam slipping on the bed after him, hands falling onto Peter’s back.
Unsexy thoughts, Peter reminded himself, then moaned in surprise. “You’re good at this.”
He couldn’t see Sam’s face, but he could hear the blush in his voice as Sam replied, “My mother used to get bad headaches.”
“Oh,” Peter said smally, and they lapsed back into silence.
Peter closed his eyes and hummed.
Sam shifted uncomfortably behind him. “Are you usually this vocal?”
There was the sound of one of Sam’s hands slapping his own face.
“Mmm,” Peter said, digging deeper into his pillow. He was beginning to feel drowsy. The pain medicine must have started working. “This is nice,” he told him.
“Right.” Sam said, the last thing Peter heard before he fell asleep.