"I would never ask that of you. Yours was way more dire than mine," Jamie knew for a fact that at any moment one of those ribs could have snapped and punctured a lung. And since the medical staff had apparently sort of filtered into nothinginess, there was every chance that Brodie could have died... And that thought made Jamie sick to his stomach.
Still, he worked distraction and worked it well. Tsk. Shoulders. So unimaginative... Only it turned into interesting at Brodie's matching tone. He shuddered a little, reaching out to run his hands over the Aussie's hips but no where else like he just had to desperately be touching him or else.
"You're good at this," he half-purred, biting his bottom lip to keep from just grabbing Brodie and -- No. They were in public. Bad. It wasn't just sunscreen for him right now - it was a reason to relax. He was so completely fucking tense from all the shit going down. A good rub-down from such an attractive man? Yes. Good idea.