Hope I'm not too late to put in a little request because I just love that prompt list. Would I be able to get 35 and 49 (giving a back massage and pinkie promise) with Zee and Dom please?
Frathouse Boxboy Platonic Touch: back massage and pinkie promise. Dom and Zee.
CW: BBU, pet whump.
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"I'm not an expert, but this right here?" Dominic adds a little pressure to his thumbs and Zee whines in surprise.
"That's a knot. A mean one, too."
"Why?" Zee asks. "I didn't...do anything to it. Nobody else did either."
Dominic's hands are broad and strong, with forearms to match, muscled and tanned from practice. Usually, Dom touches him with the utmost gentleness, so even that tiny bit of pressure has Zee nervous. That hurt.
"Could just be from sleeping funny. Posture. Stress. I get something like it in my traps if I don't stretch right after pull day. I can try to loosen it up for you, if you'll let me."
Zee wants to say yes to Dom. Of course he does, of all the brothers Dom has done nothing but protect him from the first time he met him, when Cam was making him drink the gallon jug of water. But even that little pressure from Dom's thumbs hurt. He turns to look at Dom over his shoulder.
"You don't have to, obviously." Dominic adds. He's wearing a grey hoodie with the school mascot on the front, sleeves tugged up to his elbows. He smiles warmly. "But I'll be careful with you."
Zee smiles back reflexively. "Like studying?"
Dominic used him as a dummy for his courses all the time, physical therapy and practicals. The first time he'd asked to do it he'd pinkie promised to take very good care of his "guinea pig".
Dom holds out his hand with his pinkie stuck out, ready to make another very solemn oath. "Like studying." He says.
Zee interlocks his own pinkie with Dom's and they shake on it.
He doesn't even touch the spot at first, just goes broadly over Zee's back with both hands in a way that makes him sort of sleepy. Slowly, the circles get smaller until he is at the spot between Zee's neck and shoulder blade that feels all wrong, tender and tense.
"Tell me if I'm too rough."
Zee feels like he won't be. Dominic is always so aware of his own body, of his presence in a room. He seems to be aware of how pressure to apply, anticipating how each thing will feel on someone else, that not everyone else is another athlete in contact sports with a mouthguard in.
Zee whimpers as Dom works into the tender spot, trying not to tense up his shoulders.
"Too much?"
"No. It's just sore."
"Yeah. I can feel why. I'm just trying to get your muscle to relax, not doing anything crazy."
Maybe he thought Z2 was reminded of the time he put his shoulder back into socket. He wasn't thinking of that at all, and he forgave Dom for that blinding flash of pain before he'd even done it. He wouldn't want anyone else to have attempted it.
"I'm gonna go just a tiny bit harder." Dom says softly. "It's feeling better. Don't hold your breath, if you can help it."
Zee blows a long exhale as if through a straw. He hadn't realized he'd been holding it. The way Dominic moves his hands next makes him cry out in a mixture of pain and relief, like putting pressure on a stubbed toe.
Dom pauses but Zee laughs at himself, which makes Dom laugh softly too.
"That, again." Zee says, tucking his chin down by his chest and enjoying the stretch in his neck. "Please."
"You got it."
