Chapter 87. Instructions

PRECIOUS

March 16th, xxxy

"You keep stretching. Does your body hurt?"

Finished with eating, Precious is lying on his back, jacket and tie chucked away, knees up, arms over his head, paying little attention to the TV.

Kamil sits at the edge of the bed, bending his body this way and that, leaning back on his elbows and lightly kicking his legs in the air.

"My muscles feels a bit stiff," he says simply as he folds his arms over his head.

Crawling to where he is, Precious snatches the coconut oil from the bedstand and slaps Kamil's arms away.

"Stay still. I'll massage you."

Smearing oil on his palms, he starts kneading Kamil's shoulder. "You are lucky. Around these parts, I am known as a premier masseuse. Far and near actually."

"A premier masseuse, huh?" throwing his head back, Kamil sighs. "Fuck, that feels good. Where have you been hiding this skill?"

"Hush. Close your eyes and relax. I'll take care of you."

Chuckling,