30 Day OTP Challenge-Day Twenty-Nine

Doing Something Sweet

Jack angrily marched into the citadel, shrugging off his heli-pack as he swiftly strode in, not caring where it landed. Chase was discussing a new battle tactic with two younger warriors when he saw his lover stomp by. He smiled at him and opened his mouth to greet the teen, but received little to no acknowledgement as the goth passed him without a word.

Concerned, Chase dismissed the warriors and followed his mate into their bedroom. The youth flopped down on the bed, the back of his head resting on the fluffy pillows with an angry scowl on his face.

Treading with caution, Chase moved over to his side of the bed and sat down gently, bringing his legs up, but not lying down.

For a few moments, there was silence before Chase asked with a hopeful smile and a cheerful tone, "Did you have a nice day?"

Jack slowly turned his head to him and with a false grin, he answered venomously, "Just peachy…"

"What happened?" Chase demanded, the smile now gone.

"Wrong question," Jack snapped, not so much at his lover, but because of his mood. "You should've asked me what didn't happen today." He turned his whole body away from his master, so that he was now lying on his side.

Chase was well-aware by now that whenever Jack Spicer was in a bad mood, it was never a good idea to pump him for information on what happened. If Jack wanted to talk about it or simply rant, then and only then, would they discuss it. If Chase tried to demand that Jack tell him what happened, he'd land himself into a big argument and the dragonlord really had no intention of his getting his mate even more frazzled.

As he pursed his lips in consideration about what he was about to do, the dragonlord moved closer to Jack's body, placing his (surprisingly ungloved) hands underneath Jack's shirt. He moved all the way up until he was in-between the youth's shoulder blades and began to press his palms and the tips of his fingers against the pale skin.

Jack's eyes, which had shut a few moments ago from exhaustion, flew open and he glanced over his shoulder at his lover. "What are you doing?"

"Helping to relieve some of your stress," Chase answered as he continued to move his hands up and down from underneath the red-head's shirt. "Now don't speak or I'll stop."

For the first time that day, Jack grinned and sat up in bed. He cupped his master's face in his hands and kissed him firmly, expressing his happiness and gratitude silently. When he broke the kiss, he took off his shirt and laid down on his stomach, baring his back for the warlord, who resumed his task. Soon, Jack couldn't help the tiny moans that escaped him and he buried his face in the pillow trying to muffle them.

"Damn, babe, if you ever need a day-job you should become a professional masseuse."

"What did I say about the talking, Spicer?"

"Hey, I'm jus' bein' honest…" Jack moaned out, his eyes half-lidded. "I'm serious…you should totally become a masseuse. You could rule the world with this little talent of yours."

Chase grinned, though it was unseen by Jack. "If I were to do something so foolish, I would be a masseur, not a masseuse."

"Ugh, whatever!" Jack groaned out, but he couldn't wipe away his smile as the dragonman rubbed out all the kinks in his aching back. "Oh, God, you have no idea how good this feels…"

"If you want me to continue doing so, then I suggest you shut that rather large mouth of yours."

This time, Jack was silent except for a few moans here and there.