Jon felt his boyfriend sliding down and around him. He turned his head a bit to look back at Rob, quizzical before he felt the other man's hands on his shoulders. Oh, this should help. "You kicked ass in that contest. That's what you did. I think it was rigged." He closed his eyes, enjoying the massage. Letting out a soft sigh, he nodded and smiled a bigger, happier smile.
"Sure, but since when do I follow my own advice? When have I ever actually listened to myself?" At least, whenever he'd given himself GOOD advice. Sure, he had no problem taking his own terrible advice. "You're my go-to guy for good advice, Robbie." Turning to look at him again and grinning at the kiss, he kissed Rob's cheek in return. "I think I just get too focused on trivial things."