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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 5:11 pm
Yes, massaging was relaxing but in this case, because Brad had so much stress on his body it made Kenta exert more effort and force as required of him. The young man was becoming more and more tired as time passed by and he sensed that Brad would also doze of any minute right now, but still he promised a massage, and a massage is what Brad would get.
''Disgusted?'' he said with a very surprised tone, he did not think anyone would be disgusted by Brad, what for?
As Brad spoke more, he listened closely and really did not get the answer to the question he had been intending. Though, he himself did not give Brad a straight answer anyway so he concluded that it was just fair.
''So no relationships for you I see... and an admirer you say? I wonder who that would be.'' he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, interrupting the massage for a second, ''I'm glad you think i'm fun, though. Even if all I do is let myself be hugged by you'' he smiled a little, making sure that Brad did not see him at that very second.
Brad was no doubt a popular person in the club and that made Kenta quite happy to be considered a 'fun person to be around with' by Brad.
''You should teach me your ways one time'' he said as his hands went from Brad's back to his arms. And this was the part of the massage that was the most pleasurable--for Brad at least, Kenta's hands needed some rest.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 5:45 pm
Brad whuffled softly, a sound that could have been laughter. "No relationships, can't date someone with a mask. Mmm...? No ideas who, huh? You're cute," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He thought it was obvious, but then again, he was also the object of said affections. "Yeah, you're a good sort. You suffer me," he teased, only half joking. The young man never seemed to think ill of Brad, no matter how silly or stupid he had a tendancy to be.
He sighed softly as Kenta moved to his arms, trying not to lean back against the younger man as he worked, but inevitably leaning back just a little so that the waiter could reach without hinderance. "Teach you?" he echoed, eyes still closed as he shifted his arms more to his side rather than straight out. "Teach you what, to make an a** out of yourself and make it look natural?" That did make him laugh, a deep sound that wasn't entirely full but quite amused. "Kenta, you're great just the way you are. Don't change, or I wont hug you anymore."
Some threat that was. He really wasn't thinking about being threatening though, as he was comfortably in a state between exhaustion and peace, nearly nestled against the waiter. Brad was still managing to keep himself from leaning against him, but it was definitely an effort, with how drowsy he felt. He thought it fairly odd that he was so comfortable around someone he really didn't know all that well, but Kenta hadn't given him a reason not to like him. That was good enough.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:53 pm
The young man was actually still racking his brain, thinking of who this 'admirer' of Brad was that he did not exactly catch everything Brad had said.
''Cute?'' he paused, ''Who is cute? Ah... I appreciate the things you say, but really, no need to compliment me that much.'' he said, not really getting the teasing part.
Kenta continued to work on the arms and felt that the room seemed a little warm. He started to unbutton the first few buttons of his folded long sleeved shirt and resumed the massage. ''No, not that, I already know how to do that.'' he teased, ''Oh really? That's actually a good offer. I'll have to think about that'' he then used his right hand to pat Brad's back affectionately, ''I won't change, don't worry. Even if I know that I really have to learn to be more sociable. Though that does not come naturally to me'' he lowered his head and rested it on Brad's back. ''But...thanks.''
At this moment he let his hands hang loosely on Brad's arms, taking a break from all the activity. He would resume sooner or later, he just needed a little rest, and this position made him feel very comfortable.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:37 pm
The change in position and the pause alerted him to the fact that Kenta might have been a little tired himself. Opening his tired eyes, he remained as he was in a half slouched position, lifting one of his hands to put over Kenta's on his opposite arm. He yawned, his jaw nearly cracking with the effort. "Being social is a skill, it's not a personality trait, by far. Unless you're a woman. Then it's inherited." Was he just mumbling? Possibly. Did any of it make sense? Probably not.
He was still slumping, slowly but surely, and with his arm moved, it was the inevitable pull of gravity and the lull of his pillows that were serenading him into sleepiness. He could sleep while getting a massage, right? There was only one way to find out properly.
Brad gave in to the siren call of his bed, slowly lowering himself onto his stomach, enough so that he would not jostle the young man on his back if the other decided not to move. Laying his cheek on the soft down of one of his pillows, he murmured lamely, "Mm'tired..." Unfortunately, this position also put the weight of his chest over one of his arms, as well as one of Kenta's. He would move if the young man asked him to, but not much longer, for he was quickly starting to fall asleep.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:01 pm
Kenta was a little dazed as the man moved suddenly but gently, he really did not mind what Brad was doing and he did not protest, for he himself was already loosing consciousness and slipping into slumber. He heard the older man mumble a little and all he caught was the word 'woman' and in one last attempt he made an effort to reply to the host.
''Ah women, nice people..not for me though...... '' his voice trailed away.
As Brad finally rested his body on the bed, Kenta was dragged along and lay on the bed there with one of his arms under Brad's weight and Kenta's free arm still sat contentedly on the man's arm and it actually looked like he was embracing the host.. but when you're sleepy, nothing really matters. The waiter closed his eyes for a while, promising that he'd wake up after a short rest and continue the massage if possible, then get back to his own room. But Kenta finally drifted off to sleep, his head rested on part of Brad's pillow. The dorm room was now silent and only the rhythm of breathing echoed in the room.
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