A small massage from Clark was better than not having a spar day at all, even if such an idea remained as pleasantly foolish in the Russian’s mind. It seemed so odd for him to take comfort in something so pampering and wishing to be spoilt a little but lavished treatments across his body. The truth was that Piotr knew how to properly take care of his body, tuning the instrument to be strong, precise and sturdy to deal with the regular beatings he was subject to both professionally and recreationally. Sometimes taking care of his body meant enjoying the little things, treating himself to an extra few minutes in the shower or a rub down like the one he was being offered now by his friend. Piotr was obviously hesitant given how he knew little of Clark’s skills but the blonde seemed to be so cheery and confident that he could not be refused.
“Da, Da. I am sorry,” he laughed, holding up his arms in a mock defence. It was relieving to know that Clark was not genuinely offended by Piotr’s lack of trust, such a cheerful spirit rarely quelled by something as minor as doubt when he was so confident in his own abilities. Piotr could definitely respect that even if he had yet to understand it himself. It was almost enviable, much to the Russian’s own shame.
It was definitely reassuring to know that Clark had actually taken some sort of course in the art rather than just insisting that he would be able to ‘work it out’ like Piotr had initially expected. He needed to start having more faith in the younger male as he was always leaving an opening to be shown up by his friend. That was something he was definitely used to, always hesitant in his younger years and always being shown that his reservations were largely for naught. Why did he always doubt when his friends already held such amazing talents?
“If you insist, tovarishch,” Piotr sighed, hanging in his head in eventual defeat and deciding to follow Clarks’ lead. He had no desire to fight such demands now that he had been given so much reason to believe in Clark’s skills as a potential masseuse and he certainly hoped it wasn’t going to be something he regretted.
By the sight of the oil and lotion; he suddenly registered that he would be required to remove his shirt for this practice and acted accordingly. Piotr gripped the hem of the deep, red fabric and pulled it right off his impressive physique. He held no shame in exposing his body to the other male, an Adonis-like body being crafted by years of hard effort and dedication. There was nary a mark or scar on his body, constantly protected by the mutation that would completely protect his muscular form. Back muscles rippled with movement as Piotr stretched his arms up, moving to the bed and gently pressing his weight across it, laying face down.
Having some time off from their indestructible training duties and being the center of target practice seemed like the best thing in the world to Clark, although he knew that it wasn’t going to last long. If anyone had needed them they were going to find the pair in the blonde’s room. Either one of the students would say they spotted them, one of the trackers would work their magic, or the professor would simply search for them. That was why Clark wanted to make sure that Piotr had agreed to this as quickly as possible, the faster that they got started the more time that they would have. He truly did deserve a massage, he was probably one of the people that were worked the hardest if not the top of the list. Clark just wanted to make sure that he got what he deserved, something besides a beat down. For once the man deserved to be pampered in his life and the blonde would be glad to be the one doing the pampering.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Clark stuck his tongue out at Piotr as he chuckled softly, anyone could have caught the mocking miles away. “Don’t make me send Pyro to be the one that heats up the rocks that should have been going on your back. You know, if I was a professional and all.” He knew that there was no harm in any of it though, they both seemed to just be having fun with this whole scenario. He had even forgot about the Russian not believing in him.
“Why is it that hanging out with you is constantly making me want to download the Duolingo app and start to learn Russian? I swear one of these days I will whip out that Italian and French I learned in high school before coming here and you will be the one who’s confused.” As he was talking, Clark made sure that everything was absolutely ready for the massage. He had a towel on the side just in case Piotr wanted a full body massage, although so far that was just off to the side. The main focus was going to be the man’s upper back, shoulder blades, and anything around that area.
There was definitely plenty to look at, even before Piotr took off his shirt. It was like the Greek gods themselves sculpted his body into perfection, but the blonde refused to get distracted. He was already trying hard to focus on the massage alone in order to make sure that it was the best one his fellow mutant had received. When it came to the Russian, the blonde just wanted the best for him, and this was the best he could come up with. He had to stay focused.
When Piotr was finally in place, Clark popped open the oil and applied some of it to the man’s upper back, closer to his neck and shoulder blades. Then he closed the bottle shut and placed it on his nightstand, moving to stand next to his bed. The blonde moved his hand over the larger male’s body, rubbing the oil across his upper back. Finally he began to apply some pressure and the massage truly starter. “How does that feel?” He spoke softly as he simultaneously worked on Piotr’s shoulders while digging his thumbs into the back of the man’s neck. Clark made sure to take his time with the massage, because if he rushed the whole process it wouldn’t have felt as good and it would be more likely for him to mess up.
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