Chapter 7
Ash
Walking back to my dorm from class, my leg hurt…
Kind of.
My leg did ache a little bit–that wasn’t a lie. I woke up, and it was a little uncomfortable this morning.
My first thought was to just keep on moving with my day, but then I heard the echoes of Thayer in my ear to call him when it started to hurt, not when it was hurting.
And this…qualified.
I texted Thayer before I could even change my mind about it– he told me to.
I was just doing what he told me.
When I texted him, I was still in class. I’d told him that and that I could come to the rink after–that it was closer than my dorm anyway. He responded with an Okay that seemed like he was upset, but it wasn’t like I was going to let him work on my leg in my biology class.
Class ended, and I realized while walking over to the rink that my leg had just been stiff this morning. Walking had worked it out, and it felt normal again, so in theory, I no longer needed to go see Thayer.
But I was still walking to the rink.
I had no idea why I was still going–why my body wasn’t listening to me. I kept telling myself I no longer had to do this, but my body ignored me and carried me straight into Thayer's office.
“How’s it feeling?” Thayer asked, gesturing for me to follow him into one of the training rooms. “Hurt more or less than when you woke up?”
Less.
The answer was less–it didn’t even hurt anymore. My leg was completely fine…yet my mouth wanted to say–
“More,” I said quietly, moving too quickly to lie down and only remembering to act a little stiffer once I was mostly on the ground. “I can walk, obviously, but you said–”
“I know–thank you for listening,” he said earnestly, smiling at me as he started working up my knee.
Maybe I just liked the feeling of a massage.
I used to like them when I was a kid, and my mom would take me to spas with her–only child meant being my mom's best friend. I used to get massages, and they felt nice on my muscles after a hard week of practice, so maybe that was why I liked this massage from Thayer.
Thayer continued working up my leg, my skin heating up, and the muscle in my pants stiffening the harder he worked me.
He said that was normal–that the nerves in that area were sensitive and getting hard was completely natural.
So, if it was normal, then there was no need to feel embarrassed by all the noise I was making.
God, it probably sounded so much worse than it was…
He kept working my thigh, seeming like it lasted longer than usual, but I really didn't care. It felt amazing, and there was a building pressure in my spine, causing it to arch and bend–God, it felt good.
“Fuck,” I moaned, a hard twitch running through my shaft and making my body go tense.
I knew that feeling–I knew it well.
Without even touching that part of me, I was about to cum.
So, why did it take me an extra second to stop him?
“It feels…better,” I rushed out, sitting up awkwardly and hiding the wince in my face at denying my orgasm. “Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Thayer said after a steady breath, his face flushed and his body a little stiff too. “Anytime.”
I’d had my eyes closed for so much of that, I didn’t even realize it, but he looked…frustrated. He looked wrecked–like he was–
Was he into this?
No–he said he wasn’t. He said he wasn’t into me.
Fuck–why did I even care? He was doing his job–that’s it.
My chest tightened slightly– unfamiliarly.
Fuck.
I didn’t even want to know why his not being into me made my chest feel like that.