Being Vince's friend had unexpected benefits.
Sometimes they ate out at some casual restaurant, but one day Vince texted Arthur's phone with the weirdest message. "Hey, Dude! Want some steak?"
Arthur texted back, "Did you buy some steak?"
"Nope. Let's go out! My treat!!"
The restaurant was so nice. Vince said he had a reservation, but the person he was supposed to eat with bailed on him. So, why not go anyway and bring a friend? Arthur had only seen hosts say, "Do you have a reservation?" on TV, so it was surreal to hear someone in real life say it, and it was even more surreal to be in the party that had the reservation.
On another day, Vince invited Arthur over for a "pizza party." That turned out to be a day where Vince would teach Arthur how to make a literal pizza. They had flour and dough on the kitchen table, and Arthur had to pay attention in order to get his just right.
While their pizzas were baking, Arthur had something to teach Vince for a change. Arthur had been able to save up for a very expensive treat, a handheld console, a certain one that was very versatile. It had a tablet-like monitor, a dock for connection to a television, and gamepads that could be taken off. Vince was going to learn how to play at least one game this day.
He sucked.
He sucked so much ass that he might as well have been eating shit.
And Arthur told him exactly that, patting his shoulder and trying not to laugh.
Vince laughed, though. Out loud, like an explosion. He shook from it, even made his seat whine and creak.
One day, something happened that frightened Arthur. His roommate was out. It was the weekend. This made it easier for Vince to hang out at Arthur's place for a change. Despite Vince's size, he was perfectly happy with staying in Arthur's bedroom for a while, sitting behind him and watching the PC's monitor while Arthur played a good old fashion FPS game. Arthur told him upfront that he wasn't the best at those kinds of games, but they were still fun, and he didn't mind dying over and over.
After a while, Vince's warm hand went to Arthur's shoulder. His voice hissed down to his ear, making Arthur's body jolt a bit. "Hey, you might want to take a break. You don't look so good."
Well, Arthur's back, especially in the middle, certainly was sore, and his arm and wrist were begging him to stop using the damn mouse. He put his hand under his elbow and rotated his hand. "Hmmm ... I think you're right." He paused the game. Then he stretched in his seat and tried to rotate his shoulders. "Ahhhhh ... I need a walk."
"You sure?" Vince said as he got up and pushed his chair out of the way.
"Some pacing in the living room ought to do the trick," Arthur said as he too got up. Even his neck started hurting. He pushed his palm on his nape and moved his head around with a grimace.
As he left the bedroom, walking into the hallway, he heard Vince say, "Dude, you need a rub down."
The hair on Arthur's skin stood up. "Huh?!" He turned around to look at Vince's serious face. There was even a shade of concern in those gray eyes.
"Don't act like I'm being weird," Vince softly told him as the seriousness slowly turned a little bit defensive. He folded his arms. One of his eyebrows rose. "Ever got a massage at a spa before? It's a legit thing."
"Uh ... spas are for rich people." Arthur took a step back, feeling the wall behind him.
"Look, I'm not a masseur, but I can at least make you feel a little better." Vince's long hair seemed to flutter as his head tilted to his left. "Come on. You don't even need to lie down."
Arthur shook his head. "No. It's fine. I'll just walk around and stretch my muscles."
"Come on ... you'll feel much better soon." Vince walked down the hallway and waved at Arthur from behind. "I won't stop bugging you until I'm satisfied."
Lightly, under his breath, Arthur said, "God damn it." Then he slowly followed. He barely glanced at Vince, who was sitting on the couch. "I'll get a dining chair." He went to the kitchen and took a chair. He dragged it by its back to the living room. Then he put it near Vince, with the seat facing him. Arthur took a backwards position, leaning on the chair's back as an armrest. He was vaguely reminded of when he'd been in school and he'd seen a few students do this. He'd always thought it made someone look stupid.
Well, things were probably about to get stupid anyway.
"Okay, here we go," Vince said.
As if he was expecting a punch to the face, Arthur grit his teeth.
Holy stupidly amazing pressure, Batman!!
Arthur's eyes felt like they were going to pop out. His throat opened up but his teeth held tight as his voice struggled to come out. In his sneakers, his toes bent hard. His fingers were tight on the chair.
"Are you okay?" Vince asked.
"Ahhhhhhhh ... I'm okaaaaaaaay."
"Alright."
The man's hands were pressing into his back, through his shirt, and it was better than most everything else Arthur could think of. His sore muscles adored the attention. But, and this was mortifying, Arthur soon barked out a wild sound.
And god fucking damn it, his cock was starting to show its appreciation, slowly rising with every deep touch.
"You sure you're okay?"
Arthur actually shuddered, but he pushed Vince away and got off of he chair, purposely refusing to face the man. He was afraid something might be ... noticeable in his pants. "That's enough. I feel great." Even as he said that, he reached back to rub at his own shoulder.
He heard Vince push the chair aside. "No way. You look like you're going to fold into yourself and die. Get back over here."
"I ... uh ... I think you might push the chair over," Arthur said.
"Then get on your bed and I'll rub you down there."
Vince was really determined, huh?
Arthur rubbed one of his eyes as he thought about it. He'd be on his belly, which meant that he could better hide his body's reactions. "Well, okay, I'll get on the bed." Right after he said that, Arthur practically jogged back to his room, kicked his shoes away without much care for where they landed, and stiffly fell onto the bed. His cock pressed into his belly, hot and irritably needy.
Fuck, this was annoying.
Arthur folded her arms under his chin and sighed.
Her heard Vince walk back into the room. "Are you sick?"
"No. I'm fine." Arthur put his cheek on an arm and closed his eyes.
"Okay." The footsteps approached. "Hey, it will be easier if you put your arms down."
Sweet, beachy cologne. Arthur was more aware of it then. His nostrils flared. "Okay." He put a pillow under his head and looked at a wall to his left. Then he moved his arms down to his sides.
"I think I'll go under your shirt, okay? And I don't have any oil or lotion on me."
"Whatever."
