100 Original Fics: 038: Contact (1/1)

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Title: Contact
Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Author: Avarice
Prompt: 038 - Touch
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: Touch is soothing.
Word Count: 1284
Date First Posted: 19-01-2009
Date Revised: 02-06-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Definitely an older fic from about 2004 that was only posted in '09. The references to a very early season of American Idol date it :D
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

"Whatcha doin'?" Fox asked. It was a fair question, as Collin had taken his hand and was pulling him along by it.

"I," Collin said with quiet conviction, "am going to give you a massage."

Fox's pause lasted only a moment. "'kay," he said and allowed Collin to lead him into their bedroom. "Any particular reason why?"

"No reason," Collin answered, letting go of his best friend's hand. "Just want to. Now strip." The blond put his hands on his hips and waited. Fox lifted his t-shirt up over his head in a quick and fluid movement. "You just want my body," he teased.

"Perhaps. Pants off." Collin stifled a smile and Fox made a few choice hip movements as he pulled the tattered jeans off and threw them aside. He slapped his black-brief covered ass. "Ok?"

"Good enough." Collin gestured to the bed. "On your stomach?"

Fox crawled onto the comfy double bed, resting on his elbows briefly before lying down, his head to the left. Collin walked to the bedside table and retrieved a cylindrical tube of lotion. He screwed the cap off and returned to the bed, climbing up to straddle Fox's thighs, just below his buttocks.

Collin's shorts rode up his own thighs a bit, brushing against Fox's warm skin, but he didn't mind. Fox's eyes flickered towards him, a lewd comment on the tip of his tongue, which died when Collin first began to touch him.

They were tentative touches first, with slick hands, feeling his way around Fox's muscles. He used his fingers at first and pressed to varying degrees of pressure, feeling out the knotted places. Collin's hands worked around Fox's shoulder blades, finding a bunch of tense muscles just below the base of Fox's neck.

The touch produced a noise from the base of Fox's throat. The blond switched from his index and middle fingers, to rub with more strength in his thumbs, working the knot out gently. He continued to rub until the tenseness gave way and he smoothed it out. Fox's groan of relief was satisfying.

"Good?" Collin asked, bringing his lotion-covered hands symmetrically down Fox's shoulders and over his biceps before moving back to the apex of his neck.

"Ngg-uh yea," Fox's muffled reply came.

The blond decided to be methodical and work his way down thoroughly. Collin's hands kneaded gently, working the muscles with persistence rather than with immediate pressure. Fox made many appreciative sounds when Collin worked his upper back and shoulder blades.

Collin paused for a moment, replenishing the lotion on his hands and shifting his bodyweight. He was very delicate around the spine, running his thumbs down the slightly visible vertebrae, never adding too much pressure. He alternated between fingertips for deep tissue massage or the heel of his hand for a more rolling-dough approach.

"I think Bo should have won 'Idol'," Fox announced randomly.

Collin stopped short, hands frozen in place. He stared at the side of Fox's head in silence.

It took a prolonged moment of hush before Collin answered by continuing the massage. "Carrie is white-bread middle America." His fingers worked around the side of Fox's torso, over his ribs.

"Yeah. Bo's a rocker -- right there, yeah -- and Carrie's just icing on top."

"And her chin is stupid."

Fox smiled. "Yeah. Red states have such discerning tastes."

"The election proved that." Collin ran his fingers in circular patterns, making tiny ripples in the lotion before smoothing them out. Dark skin glistened slightly in the lamplight. He worked down into the shallow of Fox's lower back, whimsically drawing an abstract pattern in the lotion of the curve, before smearing it out.

When he reached the upper curve of Fox's ass, he gave it a little spank and shifted to the side. "Turn over?"

Fox pushed up from the mattress and turned over. Collin straddled him again and continued.

He poured some more lotion into his palms and rubbed them together. With careful balance, he leant forward, beginning his massage again at Fox's clavicles.

"You know who I did like?" Fox murmured.

"Who?" Collin worked on the curves of Fox's shoulder.

"Naaadia," Fox exhaled with a smile.

Collin smirked, hardly surprised. "Yeah?" Choosing the left arm, he methodically worked his way down Fox's bicep, elbow, forearm and hand, massaging thoroughly.

"Yeah-- oh that feels fantastic," Fox closed his eyes as Collin massaged his palm and threaded pale fingers in with his own. "Mm. She had this... attitude. An aura of bullet-proof confidence that just really appealed."

"She's not the only one with that," Collin said, clamping his thighs around Fox's in a telling squeeze.

Fox didn't open his eyes, but his smile widened anyway. Collin finished massaging Fox's left hand and moved to the top of his right arm for the same treatment.

"What it all really boils down to," Fox philosophised as Collin rubbed his right elbow, "is that Paula Abdul is a really big ho."

Collin nodded gravely, but was unable to keep the amusement entirely from his face. "What a skank."

"She makes skanks look good."

"Mhm." Collin moved from Fox's forearm to his wrist and then hand, using steady and gentle pressure. He saw Fox's eyes work under eyelids when he massaged the palms. The blond gave a swift kiss to the as-yet-unlotioned fingertips.

Collin's lips curled in a wicked smile once he'd finished Fox's hand. "I seem to recall a Paula Abdul poster in your room." He used large hand movements around Fox's pectorals, thumbs slightly skirting dark nipples.

Fox opened one eye. "I was thirteen and didn't know any better."

"And you know so much better now?"

"My tastes are far more refined." Fox's eyes slid shut again as Collin circled around his nipples briefly.

"So now you only go high class..." Collin moved to the underside of Fox's pectorals, and ran his thumb along the start of his rib cage.

"Absolutely."

"...like the grape Fanta girl."

"Not my fault Raquel is a living goddess," Fox said matter-of-factly.

"No, I suppose not," Collin said, moving down to his boyfriend's abdominals.

Fox had toned muscles, but not a lot of muscle weight. Collin marveled at the Maharassa metabolism, which burnt up any fat with very little effort. The blond's fingers circled Fox's firm stomach, making it slick and warm with lotion.

"Tickles," Fox said with a boyish grin, opening his eyes. Collin smiled back indulgently. He moved carefully over the ticklish spots, only eliciting an occasional chuckle.

Fox watched Collin as he concentrated on the dark-skinned man's navel. "You have an 'innie'," he remarked randomly.

"Yeah," Fox grinned widely, feeling the blond's hands drop further, sliding over his firm lower belly. "S'good," he encouraged, shifting his hips.

"I know," Collin answered, fingers circling each jutting hipbone. With a final swipe just above the waistband of Fox's underpants, Collin finished, wiping his hands together in satisfaction. Fox looked lazy, as though he had sunk into the mattress a few inches. His smile was languid.

"That was fun," he commented, before a large yawn unexpectedly opened his mouth. Collin climbed off Fox's thighs, wrestling the top sheets down and slipped underneath them. He also pulled them up to Fox's thighs. Fox automatically put his arm out for Collin to curl up against his shoulder.

"Light off?" Collin requested.

"You don't want anything?" Fox asked, ready to reciprocate.

"No," Collin smiled warmly. "Was just for you."

"Thank you," Fox said sincerely, giving the blond a lingering kiss. Collin very nearly purred at the attention. "There's just one problem."

"What?" Collin's brow furrowed.

"I'm all lubed up with nowhere to go."

"Fox?"

"Yeah, boss?"

"Turn the light off."

"Sure, boss."


~finis