Sam hesitates, trying to decide what to do with the offered hand. Finally, he says, "Touch me on the arm, first. I don't want a rash on the palm of my hand."
He flinches away at first, but manages to settle a little, still tense. "Yeah. I get a rash wherever the other person touches me."
A handprint shaped red mark starts to form on his forearm where Drake's hand is. He holds still as long as he can before he pulls his arm away, frowning at the rash. "It was starting to itch."
"Not quite as bad. Still leaves a mark, though." Sam scratches around the edges of the rash, frowning faintly. Hopefully Drake is as patient as he claims to be.
Hmm. That makes hitting quota a lot harder than Drake had anticipated, yeah. He considers the problem for a moment, then asks, "How long does it take to go away?"
"Depends on how long the touch was. Could be a few minutes, could be a few hours." He turns his arm back and forth, looking at the gradually fading handprint on it. It's at least gone from an angry red to a few shades lighter.
"Well that sucks cuz I'm always tense." He finishes off his beer, though, which does help a little. "You can try on my shoulder, I guess." Where the sleeve of his tanktop is.
"Yeah, I'll stop whenever you tell me to. Always."
That shouldn't be a concern in this -- it's at Sam's pace. But he does turn his back, and Drake gives him a moment to compose himself before settling his hands on the other man's shoulders and trying to work some of the tension out. He is actually good at this, and learned on soldiers after workouts and battle, when they were at their tensest and sorest. True to his word, it doesn't hurt.
"That feels... pretty okay." He's not breaking out just yet, and god, his muscles needed it. Carrying that pack day after day twists up all the muscles in his back and shoulders, and it feels amazing to have them worked out.
"I'll take it," Drake replies, and Sam can hear the smile in his voice. That's all he's really hoping for from this -- that the eventual reaction is still worth it for being unwound a bit. He keeps working, staying carefully over Sam's shirt.
It takes longer than Sam would have thought. A lot longer than skin on skin contact. Eventually, Sam's not sure how long since he's a bit lost in the massage, he starts to feel that itch creep up his back.
"Okay, starting to feel it. But it was -- fine. It was good. Up until just now."
Yup, Drake knew that would happen. There was no way he'd be completely alright with just their second attempt, but it's very promising. He lifts his hands gently and says, "That was fifteen minutes, Sam."
"Fifteen? You're fucking me." The only bad part to this is now his back itches a bit. But at least the handprint on his arm has gone almost completely away.
"No one's touched me like that in -- fuck, ten years?" He reaches back to rub at a sore spot that he's able to reach, sounding -- awed. "So okay. I relax. I don't pay attention to the touches, and it's through clothes. It gets better."
"Here, in general? No, I don't -- " He stands and paces a few steps away from the sofa, shaking his head. "I don't want to have to go through this with a bunch of people."
"Whoa." Drake blinks -- he hadn't meant in general. Not as if to say Sam would be sleeping with everyone he met, for certain. "Here with me, then. To be specific."
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He doesn't rush Sam into taking his hand, just keeps holding it out in offering. Letting the other man get used to the idea.
"We can talk about whatever you want."
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"So it only happens wherever you're touched?"
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A handprint shaped red mark starts to form on his forearm where Drake's hand is. He holds still as long as he can before he pulls his arm away, frowning at the rash. "It was starting to itch."
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"I'll let you know if I start feeling myself break out."
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That shouldn't be a concern in this -- it's at Sam's pace. But he does turn his back, and Drake gives him a moment to compose himself before settling his hands on the other man's shoulders and trying to work some of the tension out. He is actually good at this, and learned on soldiers after workouts and battle, when they were at their tensest and sorest. True to his word, it doesn't hurt.
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"Okay, starting to feel it. But it was -- fine. It was good. Up until just now."
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He's sure there'll be others willing to go slow with the guy.
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omg the latest tag in the world
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