"Ngh, fuck," JP groaned, turning his head forward slightly as Julian's fingers pressed into sore muscles and then dragged down his neck. This was distinctly unfair. He drew in a slow breath through his nose and forced his shoulders to relax. It was definitely helping his headache but he was beginning to feel like the end of this impromptu massage session would be a little awkward and embarrasing for him.
He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on breathing in slowly, thinking about hedge clipping - not Noah doing it, some crusty old woman - and wet, rainy cold nights where he had to lie in the dirt.
"Mm, yeah you're right," he agreed, "I can hear you grinning you know, mon ami."