An AU where you’re getting a massage and JackSepticEye is your massage therapist.
You wait on the couch looking at your phone when your name is called. You look up and an Irishman smiles brightly at you, “Hi there, I’m Jack, I’ll be taking care of you today.” You smile and shake his hand, “How are you doing today?” Pretty good. “Good!” Escorts you to a room, “So what’s bothering you today?” You answer as he studies the clipboard (or iPad we’re doing that now), “Your shoulders and lower back are hurting you? No problem, I can take care of that. I’ll step out of the room and let you undress and I’ll have you lying face down under the blanket.”
Undress, under the blanket and a couple of minutes later he knocks, “You ready?” Yes. The door opens and closes. “Alright, are you comfortable?” Yes, thank you. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable.” He adjusts the bolster beneath your feet and the blanket around you before placing his hands on your back.
The blanket is still on you but just feeling the pressure from his hands already feels nice. Compressions against your shoulders and hips are done then he pulls back the covering. You hear his hands rub together and start rubbing you down. His hands are calloused but that’s fine. The pressure feels great and you probably needed your back exfoliated anyway.
Long firm strokes start from your shoulder blade and glide down to your hip. You watch his legs and feet shift as he changes angles and techniques. His forearm flattens your muscles and you sigh.
His thumb finds a troublesome knot and nearly tense up. “Breathe.” He tells you. “Three deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth.” He imitates this for encouragement, feeling the air on your oiled body. The knot releases and he moves to your arms.
His fingers work expertly. Doesn’t take long before he’s holding your hand in both of his, using his thumbs to work the palm. “Would you like more or less pressure?” He asks quietly. You’re too content to speak. Maybe you did and you didn’t hear yourself? Who knows.
Arms and hands turn to legs. He picks up your leg just a little to drape the sheet around your thigh properly. You feel you might be blushing just a tad when you feel his strong hands work up from the ankle to where your thigh meets your glute. He makes this move several times, pausing every now and then to knead in a random spot for good measure.
He puts your leg down and begins to work your feet. “I’m sorry, are you ticklish? Should I stop?” He giggles. Never heard the laugh but you tell him it’s fine anyway. Thumbs once again press on such tender and tired spots. Some spots seem to have put your body in a state of submission.
“Are you okay with your flutes being worked on?” With all the sitting you do it sounds like a good idea. You blush again when you feel fingers agains your hip and cheeks. There’s an elbow and your ankle is lifted. Let me know if you feel something tender.”
Nothing yet. He slowly moves it to the left, nope. Moves it to the right, yep, there’s one. “Three deep breaths.” One… two… three-“Hold it.” You year him count to ten, “And release.” Big exhale and the pain is gone. Putting your ankle down, he lets you go completely and you notice the lighting weaken.
“Alright, go ahead and turn over for me.” He whispers. Flipping onto your back he drapes the blanket accordingly and adjusts the bolster once again. “Comfy?” Yes, thank you. He sits down on a stool and pulls himself over to work your neck.
You know it must be awkward but you can’t help but watch his concentration as calloused fingers ride up to your skull, cringing when he finds tight spots. “Your neck is really tight.” He comments. Thumbs rub in circles then pull down to your collar bones, holding then there for a second before dragging them up.
He catches you staring and and smiles. You blush again and decide to close your eyes. Reaching your pecs the fingers rub and hold on all places necessary. Not much to work on there so he goes to your scalp. Combing through your hair and kneading the skin on top.
Gently moving your head from side to side as his hand holds the back and the other strokes your temple. “Okay, the session has ended,” you almost groan unhappily, “I’ll go ahead and leave the room and you can come out whenever your ready.”
You thank him, he smiles and takes his things before closing the door behind him. Once you’re dressed you open the door and Jack is there with a cup of water. “Here’s your water. Be sure to drink plenty of it today to flush out the toxins and I hope to see you again soon, maybe I can work on your neck some more. Alright have a good day! Bye!” Oh you’ll definitely see him again
