Danny Alejandro (finalboast) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-11 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | cameron lakota, complete, zdanny alejandro |
Massage Showdown
Cameron might have been relatively new to Summerview but thankfully he had a pretty good sense of direction so locating Danny's apartment wasn't as hard as it could have been. He had tripped over a crack in the pavement however but thankfully hadn't fallen over so no cuts or scrapes to explain away.
Clad in a pair of ripped jeans, dark-tshirt, and leather jacket with a pair of dark boots on his feet Cameron trailed up the flight of stairs that would lead up to the apartment in question. In hindsight this was probably really fucking dumb as who knew what kind of people this town housed but he didn't have a bad feeling so he was just sort of going with it. If all else failed he could use his powers to get the fuck out of dodge. Cameron rubbed a hand through his hair before lightly rapping his knuckles against the door. Danny was expecting him, so the door was partially open and swung inward at Cameron's light knocking. Danny was perched on the couch leaning over his Mac which sat on the coffee table with some overgrown potted Heather in the center. He looked up when the door moved and the tap sounded and grinned. "Cam, yeah? Hey, come on in." He shut the laptop and stood up, wiping his palms on his pants before he presented one hand to Cameron in greeting. "Danny. Welcome to my humble abode." And it was certainly a humble one. It was a single room plus a closet sized bathroom/shower and a nook in the corner that somehow served as a kitchen. The window looked down on Main Street and sun filtered through the blinds. "You want a beer?" Cameron lifted his eyebrow as the door swung open and he was able to just let himself in, taking the offered hand in his own. As with most people Danny's hand was cool against his own but then Cameron always ran hot, unnaturally so. "Nice to meet you face to face," he offered before he nodded his head. "And I'll definitely take a beer." Cameron reached up to peel his jacket off his shoulders before resting it over a nearby chair. Danny looked the guy over - dark hair, dark eyes, that nice kind of face that you just knew had a good smile. And he was hot. Not just aesthetically, but physically, as their hands joined and Danny felt the heat. He’d read that Cameron called himself a gifted human, something along that terminology, and he wondered if the heat had anything to do with it. Any normal human that ran that hot would be fevered and probably dead soon. “Same.” Danny nodded and gestured to the couch. “Toss your jacket anywhere and have a seat. I don’t have a fancy massage table or anything, so it’s either the floor or the couch.” He stepped into the kitchenette area and opened the mini fridge, pulling out two bottles of beer, which he opened easily with two twists and tossed the caps into a basket that was collecting them. “I’m gonna fucking blow your mind,” he grinned again and passed over a bottle. He smoothed his hand over the jacket he'd rested over a nearby chair before turning to accept the bottle. "Blow my mind huh?" He lifted the bottle and took his first slow sip. "Anyone ever tell you that pride comes before a fall?" Cameron smirked and with a playful waggle of his eyebrows he trailed over to the couch. "Pride comes before you come, I think you mean." Danny snickered and then frowned, cocking his head to one side. "Not that... that is happening tonight." He shrugged and tapped his bottle against Cameron's bottle before having a drink. "Alright!" He put the bottle on the table next to the heather plants and rubbed his hands together quickly, warming them up. "What's it gonna be, pal? Floor or couch?" Cameron smirked as Danny was at least nice enough to warm his hands for him not that he needed to, a minute or less on Cameron’s skin and he’d feel like his hands had been submersed in hot water. “Think I’m going to opt for the couch,” he agreed before he tipped his bottle and took a very long swallow. The bottle was then set down beside Danny’s before he stripped out of his top, tossing it aside. “I figure you can try to work out the knots in my shoulders.” "Smart man," Danny commented and continued to rub his hands together. In truth? He had little to no idea how to give a good massage, but he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to claim to be good at something that someone else went to school for. Pride indeed. The sudden exposure of skin prompted the dragon to take a nice long look of appreciation. "Try?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Do, you mean. Get your ass on that couch." He nudged at Cameron's bare shoulder. In lieu of massage oils, Danny produced some lube with a sheepish little shrug. "Better than nothing, right?" “Yep,” Cameron shot back over his shoulder at Danny before he trailed off to settle on the couch. “Try.” At the production of the lube a dark eyebrow lifted and a faint look of amusement passed over Cameron’s sharp features. “Scented or unscented?” Danny laughed, "You'll just have to fucking find out, asshat." He'd seen that look of amusement on Cameron's face and wasn't going to apologize for owning lube. Danny knelt on the floor beside the couch and flicked his thumb against the lid of the lube to pop it open. It remained unscented. A little goes a long way, he knew, and a few drops were drizzled onto Cameron's back before Danny began rubbing it in, spreading it across the expanse of the man's muscles. "Fuck, you are tight up here," he commented, having little to no idea what that actually meant, but it felt like the right thing to say. Cameron pressed his teeth into his lower lip as he pulled it into his mouth trying his best to suppress his amused reaction to Danny’s commentary. He wasn’t wrong though, Cameron was pretty tight across his shoulders but then he was a masseuse and there was a reason he paid another masseuse to take care of him. “Yeah? What muscles do you think are the tightest?” "The, uh," Danny took a few pokes at the muscles as though he was testing them out. Then he went back to rubbing in the lube with the full expanse of his palm and fingers over Cameron's skin. "You know, the lateral ones and shit." He pulled a word out of the air and went with it. With the oil spread over Cameron's back, Danny scooted closer and sat up from where he'd been sitting on his feet, moving to perch on the edge of the couch beside Cameron. He began doing his best version of a massage, strong strokes, squeezing, relaxing, pressing, and an occasional thumb circles. “Lateral ones and shit,” Cameron repeated. “That’s really clear.” He glanced over his shoulder to shoot Danny a teasing grin because he wasn’t a complete asshole. He did notice however how strong Danny’s hands were and that was a surprise as he wasn’t exactly built for strength. Then again neither was Cameron but he definitely had very strong hands, wrists and arms. “You do this often?” "Thanks," Danny returned the teasing grin, seeing it for what it was. Cameron was calling him out on his bullshit and Danny wasn't even mad. He'd had to have known before coming that he was talking out his ass, and yet he still came. That said something. "Nah, not often. Just when I'm going to fuck someone, mainly." He smirked and ran his hands lower down Cameron's back, feeling each bone in his spine. Cameron snorted softly. "It's definitely one way of getting somebody in the mood." He bit his lower lip as a smile tugged at his lips. "Of course I'd imagine the lotion or whatever it is you use would be better than lube and actually have a scent to it." He had the lotions he used at work and the lotions he used at home, both were very different. "I dunno, it depends. Some of us have really sensitive noses. Things that have a scent can sometimes be overpowering." The dragon started walking his hands back up Cameron's back, pressing his thumbs along the edges of his spine, more exploratory than necessarily a massaging move. "How come you're so hot?" As the words came out, Danny snickered and added. "I mean, to the touch, don't get cocky." Cameron snorted. “Gifted human I think is the term.” Or so he’d found out recently. He made a mental note regarding the scent thing as if he was going to work in summerview then he might have to rethink the lotion he was using. “I can uh create and control fire as well as being immune to it.” "Really? And not the gifted human that has to go into a special class, I take it." Though Danny wouldn't be surprised to learn students like that could also create fire. "Why's it make your skin hot, then? Can't you control that part?" Danny began making staccato taps with his fists, pounding in a rhythmic motion over Cameron's shoulders. “You wanna swap?” Cameron offered as he could feel what was possibly boredom through the fists pounding over his shoulders. This is what he did for a living after all. “Not sure. Guess it’s just as s direct result of the fact that I channel fire through my body.” "Why, am I not good enough?" Danny smirked and stopped pounding, hands coming to a rest on Cameron's back. "What happens if I cut you open? Will there be fire?" He dragged a nail over the man's ribs as though he was making an incision with a claw. Cameron snorted. “I think we’ve both established that you only ever do this when you’re trying to get somebody into bed.” He turned his head as Danny asked what he did, eyes dropping to where Danny’s nail was dragging over his skin. “Sorry to disappoint you but I’m pretty sure the only thing under this skin of mine is blood.” "Am I not good enough?" Danny repeated with emphasis, applying the question in a different way. He chuckled and reached for his drink, passing Cameron his as well. "Little shit," he added quietly, amused. "Alright. You can do me. Let's see what you got, Oven Man." Having been to the spa before for their Valentine's Day special, Danny knew what a proper massage felt like and he'd be judging Cameron pretty critically. Tit for tat and all that. He set his beer bottle aside and stood up to let Cameron move, then peeled out of his shirt. Danny was by no means especially muscled. He was short, for one, and while he didn't have excessive fat or a dad bod, it was clear he wasn't some gym nut. When he moved was the only time his muscles became defined. Danny scratched his belly idly. "Feel free to use the lube," he said with a smirk. Cameron chuckled as he took his beer, sipping at it as Danny stripped out of his shirt. He could be a shit at times but it was good to know that Danny was able to go with the flow. Some people took themselves way too seriously. He set his drink down and rose to his feet to collect the lube because well it was the only thing to hand which would make for a suitable lotion. “Oh I will.” Of course the moment the gel hit the palms of his hand it melted almost instantaneously though that’s kind of what Cameron wanted. He settled down behind Danny but rather than starting on his back he started on one hand, pads of thumbs circling out and dragging down across the other man’s palm in slow strong clearly well practiced movements. So well practiced he eased a knot out of Danny’s thumb before his touch ran up his arm, touch alternating between firm and softer strokes. When Cameron moved off the couch, Danny took his space, hopping down and making ready to get comfortable. The couch was really the only seating in the room, and it was also his bed, even still, Danny didn't use it for a bed often because he didn't need to sleep often. Good old dragon genes. But the couch had come used and there was a cratered dip in the middle of it that he'd gotten used to. He settled on his belly there with a sigh. His hand was touched first and the dragon peeked open one eye to monitor what Cameron was doing. "That doesn't even... oh fuck yes." He groaned and turned his face into the couch pillow. Cameron’s lips tugged into a smile as Danny reacted enthusiastically to the massage and used that as fuel to keep going. The flats of both palms worked up past the elbow before dragging over Danny’s upper arm, tips of fingers sourcing and kneading out distinctly tight knots of bundled tension. He was very attentive to the needs of Danny’s body as it was very much telling him what needed attention. He’d gotten very good at reading a body like he would an open book. Eventually both hands gripped at Danny’s shoulders with a firm pressure that was impossible to ignore, thumbs once again working out in circular motions. "Fuuuuuuuck," Danny moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled. Someone who couldn't see what was happening might assume there was something sexual going on between them. He turned his head to lay his cheek against the pillow and let out a hot breath. "You should do this professionally. Oh wait." He smirked and chuckled at his own comment. “I think I already do that,” Cameron said with a chuckle as his hands now worked the length of Danny’s spine. The warmth from his skin definitely helped to relax both client and the muscles under their touch. It made working out knots a hell of a lot easier as well. "Yeeeeeahhh," Danny wasn't really listening anymore, and he closed his eyes and let out another groan. "Shit, sex is great and all, but have you ever had a good massage?" Danny lifted his head and wiped his mouth, making like he'd been drooling on the pillow, and laid back down with his face in the stuffing. Inarticulate sounds came from him and rumbled the couch. Cameron’s hands pooled now at the small of Danny’s back where his fingers reached outwards to work at the other’s side. “I used to have somebody back home so yeah I know what you mean.” Once he was confident he’d gotten all the knots out of the lower back he worked back up and moved onto Danny’s other arm. “But I’m totally taking that as a compliment.” When Cameron was finished, Danny laid there for several minutes soaking it in, nearly falling asleep before he remembered he had another person in his place. With a groan, the dragon turned over and draped his arms over his head, hugging the pillow beneath his head. Sleepy bedroom eyes looked up at Cameron and he smirked. “You did alright, I guess.” He scooted over to make more room on the couch, a sign Cameron was welcome to sit, and then reached for his beer. “Want another?” Honestly Cameron would not have taken offence had Danny actually dropped off. That was after all the ideal outcome of a good massage, that somebody felt relaxed and good enough that they could just fall asleep. "Just alright, huh? Your sleepy state says otherwise." He smirked and reached for his t-shirt, tugging it back on so this looked less like some sort of gay porn movie. And he did sit at the invitation, leaning forward to pick up his bottle to take a sip. "I'm good, kinda got distracted so haven't finished it yet." "Well finish that shit, cause I think I owe you for that." Danny chuckled and sat up more, scooting back against the opposite armrest from Cameron before he downed his beer and hopped to his feet. He didn't bother with putting his shirt back on. He had nothing to hide. Danny rolled his shoulders and groaned again with satisfaction as he stepped over to the mini fridge again and cracked it open to retrieve two more bottles. "Here you go, vato." He passed one over to Cameron, happy to drink with him and share idle chit chat a bit longer. He didn't have to be to work until morning and Xi wasn't calling tonight. Danny had some time to burn. |