It's a Thai technique
Coda to 2.06, tailoredshirt said I could disguise it as such. If you want more, sirona_gs continued on it and it's on my lj so check it out.
Steve lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the pillow as his hands fist in the bedsheets, making Danny roll his eyes.
“Stop whining, you brought it all upon yourself.” His elbow is digging in the small of Steve’s back, and he’s moving his forearm in slow circles, feeling the knot of muscles loosen slightly after a few seconds. His free hand is roaming over Steve’s back, fingers poking and soothing Steve’s sore back, just like he knew he’d end up doing when Steve had so conveniently offered to take Boriero’s place.
“Not whinin’,” comes Steve’s muffled response just before he turns his head again, showing Danny the left side of his face and the twitches of pain around his mouth as Danny works his way up his spine. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Danny presses both thumbs up on either side of Steve's spine, making the skin roll up and the muscles underneath warm up, loosen.
“It’s a Thai technique. Or maybe it’s Chinese. Or maybe I learned that from one of my ex-girlfriends that was studying PT. Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?”
Steve grimaces, trying to roll his shoulders but Danny stops him before he gets to move too much. “Not really. The girlfriend thing sounds kinky.”
“Hell, yeah. Be thankful I'm not digging my elbows in your ass cheeks. Now stop whining.”
“Not. Whining.”
Danny blows out a breath, fingers pressing hard between Steve’s ribs at his sides, sure to leave imprints.
“Good, that’s good, because I’ll have you know I do not enjoy having to do this, Steve. I’d much rather if you stopped putting yourself into ridiculous situations that force me to use skills I never wanted you to know I had.”
“How can you not like giving massages?”
Danny presses almost viciously on a knot of nerve just right of Steve’s spine, making him shudder and clench his jaw. “Hurting you, is what I do not enjoy having to do. However, I find it funny that you’d wonder how can I not enjoy giving massages when I can’t recall receiving a single massage from you.”
“My hands are too big.”
Danny scoffs, Steve’s skin warm and soft under his hands, fighting a grin when he sees Steve’s goofy grin. He’s not pushing his fingers at knots of muscles anymore, simply running his hands up and down Steve’s back, appreciating how it raises goosebumps. He leans in, lips just brushing against Steve’s shoulder blade.
“Tell you what. Next time you make me run like a madman up and down stairs until my knee is screaming in pain, you’re giving me a massage.”
Steve nods, his eyes closed, breathing deep. “You got a deal.”
Steve lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the pillow as his hands fist in the bedsheets, making Danny roll his eyes.
“Stop whining, you brought it all upon yourself.” His elbow is digging in the small of Steve’s back, and he’s moving his forearm in slow circles, feeling the knot of muscles loosen slightly after a few seconds. His free hand is roaming over Steve’s back, fingers poking and soothing Steve’s sore back, just like he knew he’d end up doing when Steve had so conveniently offered to take Boriero’s place.
“Not whinin’,” comes Steve’s muffled response just before he turns his head again, showing Danny the left side of his face and the twitches of pain around his mouth as Danny works his way up his spine. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Danny presses both thumbs up on either side of Steve's spine, making the skin roll up and the muscles underneath warm up, loosen.
“It’s a Thai technique. Or maybe it’s Chinese. Or maybe I learned that from one of my ex-girlfriends that was studying PT. Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?”
Steve grimaces, trying to roll his shoulders but Danny stops him before he gets to move too much. “Not really. The girlfriend thing sounds kinky.”
“Hell, yeah. Be thankful I'm not digging my elbows in your ass cheeks. Now stop whining.”
“Not. Whining.”
Danny blows out a breath, fingers pressing hard between Steve’s ribs at his sides, sure to leave imprints.
“Good, that’s good, because I’ll have you know I do not enjoy having to do this, Steve. I’d much rather if you stopped putting yourself into ridiculous situations that force me to use skills I never wanted you to know I had.”
“How can you not like giving massages?”
Danny presses almost viciously on a knot of nerve just right of Steve’s spine, making him shudder and clench his jaw. “Hurting you, is what I do not enjoy having to do. However, I find it funny that you’d wonder how can I not enjoy giving massages when I can’t recall receiving a single massage from you.”
“My hands are too big.”
Danny scoffs, Steve’s skin warm and soft under his hands, fighting a grin when he sees Steve’s goofy grin. He’s not pushing his fingers at knots of muscles anymore, simply running his hands up and down Steve’s back, appreciating how it raises goosebumps. He leans in, lips just brushing against Steve’s shoulder blade.
“Tell you what. Next time you make me run like a madman up and down stairs until my knee is screaming in pain, you’re giving me a massage.”
Steve nods, his eyes closed, breathing deep. “You got a deal.”