young Sid carrying the weight of team Canada on his shoulders and him coming to your place and you just massaging him
I hurried to get everything ready for Sid before he walked through the door. My boyfriend was finally coming back home after carrying the weight of Team Canada in the Olympics, and I knew exactly how exhausted he had to be.
Seeing his car headlights cut through the darkness outside, I hit play on a relaxing spa playlist and waited by the entrance. The door opened, and Sid stepped inside. He looked at me, momentarily confused, before dropping his bags and closing the door behind him.
“What’s all this?” he asked, a tired smile tugging at his lips as he pulled me into his arms. He held me tight, burying his face in my neck like he never wanted to let go.
“It’s all for you,” I smiled, melting into his embrace. “Because I know how hard you worked for that team, and you deserve to be spoiled.”
I grabbed his hand and gently led him over to the living room. “Take off your clothes—except your underwear,” I told him, giving his plump lips a soft, welcoming kiss before turning away to get my massage supplies extra prepared.
He didn't argue. As he laid face-down onto the couch, I ran my nails lightly down his bare back, making him shiver slightly. I poured a generous amount of warming lotion into my palms, rubbing them together before applying it to his skin.
“Your muscles are so tense,” I said quietly, kneading into the tight knots in his lower back.
A low hum rumbled in his chest, barely audible, as I worked the lotion deep into his muscles, trying my best to loosen the stress of the past few weeks.
“Missed you,” he mumbled into the pillow, his voice heavy and sleep-slurred.
“I missed you too, keeping an eye on you from home wasn't the same,” I replied softly, working my way up to his shoulder blades.
As I applied a bit more pressure to a particularly stubborn knot, he hissed out a sharp, “Ugh.”
“Sorry, baby,” I murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his ear to distract him from the ache.
Once I finished the massage, I wiped the excess oil from my hands and cleaned up the bottles. Sid slowly sat up, his eyes droopy and half-closed as he reached his arms out for me like a sleepy toddler.
“I love you so much,” he groaned softly, blinking up at me, “but I think we need to call it a night before I pass out right here.”
He pushed himself up from the couch and wrapped his fingers around mine, leading the way to the bedroom. The moment we reached the mattress, we both plopped down under the heavy covers.
I giggled as he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
“Thank you for the best massage, and for always being there for me,” he whispered against my forehead, kissing me one last time before his breathing slowed, falling fast asleep in seconds.
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