| | Fuckin' Beautiful. | |
"Gaah... That took forever..." Complaining to yourself? Mature, Jean. Tired hands soothing over sore muscles of his neck, fingertips applying slight pressure along it until he found the main source of discomfort and pressed there in simple circles. "Oh, shit..." That felt pretty good, but he'd probably need to get his agent to book him an actual appointment with a masseuse who knew what to do with his 'Special Muscles', as his boss put it. Special his ass.
Car pulling into the driveway, Jean gave a playful honk to bring the attention that he was home before taking the keys from the ignition and slipping them into his pocket with a soft jingle of the two keys meeting. A chilly breeze made him tense, hurrying his pace to get inside. Gripping the doorknob, he made sure to hit the garage button, letting it close behind his car.
Finally home, Jean stretched and felt something crack at just the right spot , a low growl of pleasure escaping. He so needed that... Scratching his stomach, he kicked his shoes off at the door and lifted his head. Where was Marco? Stifling a heavy yawn, Jean headed up the stairs, calling out in a light tone, "Marco, baby? Where are ya?"
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