Massage Meme

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Massage Meme


Everyone could use a good massage now and again right? Well it's time to let you characters lay back and relax-- or maybe treat someone else to a little skin therapy. ;) Break out the oils and scented candles, it's time for a good rub down.

How to play:
❧ POST with your character (list their name & canon in the subject if you please)
❧ Others can reply giving the massage or recieving it.
❧ Use RNG to pick from the numbers below, or pick your numbers, or make something up!
❧ Have fun!

Type

001. Shoulder and Neck - the basic of the basic. Perhaps a strained shoulder, been sitting too long at their desk. Or maybe something even more strenuous. However, it's time to work out all those accumulated kinks.

002. Foot - It's time to give those yapping dogs a rest and treat them to a little TLC.

003. Hand - Hey don't forget about the hands, overworked constantly they could use a bit of a break.

004. Arm - Time to loosen up a bit and rub out those arm muscles.

005. Leg - Perhaps you're looking for something a bit more specific and intimate. Calve massage? Thigh? It's your choice.

006. Back - Considered a coup de grace of massage, the back massage, when done right, can bring extreme relief to those who receive it.

007. Scalp - Wanna feel those tingles down your spine? Maybe a little oil to help add health to the hair?

008. Full Body - Maybe it’s not just a specific area you want treated, but your entire body.

009. Wild Card - Anyway you want it. Mix and match, maybe I forgot something you want.


Relationship

001. Friend - getting a massage from a friend can be a wonderful bonding experience. And exacerbate already existing tensions ;D

002. Lover - Whether a show of care or a prelude to something more intimate, a massage from a lover is a very welcome thing.

003. Service - Hey some of us aren't so lucky. We gotta pay for this service.

004. Wild card - Whatever you want. However you want.


Credits shall be given to lone_defender on LJ. Here's the original post

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah, fun for who? [He's the furthest thing from upset, his grin creeping into his voice. How he could be unhappy when he's a few rolling, squeezing motions away from feeling melty-good? He could do with a serious nap after this.] ...Maybe my left arm, I mean, since you've done the shoulder an' all. I just wanna make sure it's okay for a fight this Thursday.

[firmup]

The one who is laughing. [The both of them, ha.]

Then for this, I'd appreciate it if you could lie down on your back - whichever is more comfortable for you. [He also adds this pretty important fact just for Mac to know he's not messing with him:] It'd be easier for the both of us since you'd need to hold your arms out to me.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

You mean holdin' them out, like, to the sides?

[He says this as he's already turning over, scooching lower on the table for a little more neck support. No aspect of this massage has been questionable for Mac, but this IS Mr.Trainer he's with after all and WFT, for all his pleasantness, takes his shit seriously. Mac can't imagine someone better equipped to ease him into a very new experience like this. He settles back, spreading his arms like some sad featherless bird and looking to WFT for approval.]

[firmup]

[He nods with a smile.] Mmhmm, just like that. Thank you, Mac. We'll start with your left arm. [Walking over to that side now, he takes out a small pillow from under the table for Mac to lie on. Once he's done making sure Mac is well situated, he gently takes his wrist in one hand.]

Let's relax some of the muscle tension. [He silently asks Mac if he's ready in the form of a smile before start with pushing the palm of his other hand upwards along the forearm, slowly making his way to the shoulder. He makes his way back down by kneading the muscles in his palm.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[There can be no doubt in either of their minds that his arms are overworked. But he has no sense of just how much they are until WFT drags the heel of his palm up his forearm, stretching out tendons and ligaments as tight as piano wire, and it's mad-sore.] Wow, that's hurtin' pretty good.

[And he's blushing pretty good, too, as WFT shifts his attention to his rough, equally mad-sore hand and shows them more care than he has beyond icing his swollen knuckles. Just a little bit too much pressure on an unexpectedly tender spot has his arm jerking slightly.] Ow -- man, it's like I got rocks in there or somethin'.

[firmup]

[The trainer immediately lightens the amount of pressure he was putting and gently runs a light hand around the area that made Mac jolt.] Sorry about that. Sometimes even people who get back massages often forget to take care of the other parts of the body. It's amazing how much tension the limbs can take before it really becomes a great concern. [Like carpal tunnel. That isn't a concern for Mac though, so he looks down at him with a smile as he holds his wrist with both hands.]

I'm going to decompress the joints around your hand now. If you hear anything pop, it's normal, like cracking your knuckles. [To do that, he slowly (and still with a gentle touch) starts pulling each finger starting with the thumb and ending with the pinkie. He then starts to massage the wrist and the "meatier" part of the hand just under the thumb with his own.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Oh, he's snap-crackle-popping right now, which gets a chuckle out of him and helps take the nervousness out of the situation. This is the longest a guy - a handsome guy, no less - has held his hand, even if it's not exactly hand-holding in the conventional sense. Come to think of it, it's also the longest ANYONE besides mom has held his hand.

And damn if it doesn't feel good to get some TLC even if he isn't too sure what to do with the slight sensuality of it all. His body's less uncertain about it, though, subtly tightening in places while he's loosening up in others. Would it be rude to ask if they're almost done?]

[firmup]

[The rest of the massage continues in silent for the most part, even when he finishes up and moves over to do the same for the other arm. Looking down at Mac with a smile, he decides to keep the conversation going.]

So what was it you were saying earlier? [Before Will rudely interrupted him with that tickle attack.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Mac starts a bit at his voice, eyes blinking open.]

I was sayin' something...? [See, he just spent the last few minutes funneling his efforts into tamping down the eager heat curling through his belly. Too bad he hasn't done a very good job. It's hard - no pun intended - when he's still being oh-so-carefully touched.

WFT is calm and grace and he is... well.]

[firmup]

[He chuckles, gently thumbing the palms while applying pressure before continuing a little more seriously.] About what people would say to you.

[WFT has an inkling that Mac's focus (or his body, anyway) is elsewhere, but doesn't bring it up because it's clearly doing a good job on its own. As informal as this is, he still maintains some level of professionalism.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[WFT with the save.

He thinks longer on the question than he needs to, trying to keep it - and nothing else - firmly at the centre of his attention. That's easier than he expects. ] Well... it ain't nothin' new.

[There's a long pause.]

I don't mind so much when it's, like, a little kid askin' somethin' about the way I am, 'cause they don't know any better.

[A shrug.] I pretty much ignore it 'cause it ain't like I can spend the rest of my life all cooped up at home. I gotta do what I gotta do.

[firmup]

[He starts tracing the life lines on Mac's palm with his thumb, making circular motions along the way like kneading a small ball of dough. It's hard not to just lace their hands together, but he avoids the temptation.]

I'm glad you have managed to stay positive throughout dealing with all that. [Although WFT wouldn't blame him if he hadn't. Even WFT has found himself stuck in dark corners before.

He sets Mac's arm down now, looking at him with a smile.] That's it. How are you feeling?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He's not so sure about the positive part -- god knows he's only barely managed to keep from turning around and snapping at a few people because he has the gym, has the bags he can pound until he's dripping with sweat and his body begs him to stop.

But right, the question.] That's it? [Mac looks almost startled, like a kid with a boner called up to the front of the class. Should he get up real quick-like or will that just make it worse?]

I feel, uh, better... [Besides the obvious problem that's making him sweat. Yeah, sitting up sharply seems like a good idea. But who knows, god willing,maybe WFT doesn't notice a thing.] ...Real heavy, though, like I could sleep for a year.

[He tries for a laugh and it comes out about as awkwardly as he feels. Are boners on massage tables a customary thing?]

[firmup]

Yes, that's it. [Although WFT is more than happy to go on...and he apparently isn't the only one. He'd only follow with what Mac asks of him though. He grabs himself a hand towel to clean up and chuckles, keeping his gaze on the boxer and nothing else.]

There's a shower upstairs if you want to wash off the oil. [He grabs a larger towel and hands it to Mac with a smile.] I hope it'll help for your upcoming match.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Would that he could oh-so-subtly drape that handtowel over himself. Nah, that's a terrible idea. He looks to WFT as he's passed a much larger towel. Right, washing off the oil. That's exactly what the plan is.]

I'm sure it will! [He sits up and quickly swings his legs over the edge of the table and drops down to the floor, his drapey towel hanging off his arm in front of him.] Thanks, sir!

[Said while scurrying out of the room. Too bad he forgot his tank top. Oh well, he can grab that after.]