Kurt rubbed his eyes, tired after hours of being in front of the computer. Straightening his back, he closed his eyes and made circular motions with his neck, groaning.

"You done?" Dave asked from behind him, his legs stretched over the couch as he read a book.

Kurt sighed. "Nearly. I've finished, but I need to go over it to ensure there are no typos and such."

"Why don't you leave that for tomorrow? You look tired."

"Hmm, maybe. But I'd rather have it finished and printed now, so that I can sleep without worries."

"Your choice. At least take a break, though. It'll be easier to spot any mistakes once your mind's rested. And you look beaten."

Kurt smiled at his roommate and closed the lid of his laptop, standing up and walking over to the couch. Dave sat upright, folding his legs to make space for Kurt, who collapsed on the couch with a groan. "Ugh! My back is killing me!"

"Do you need a massage?"

Kurt quirked his eyebrow at him. "From you? Thanks, but no, thanks."

"Why? What's wrong with me?" Dave seemed really upset about his refusal.

Kurt looked at the broad shoulders, strong arms, large hands and long fingers. "You look like you could break me."

Dave furrowed his forehead. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's just… You're so… big, and strong. Masseuses are supposed to be gentle."

"Not necessarily. You need to apply a bit of strength to ease the muscle. Besides, I can be gentle."

"All right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

"But you still don't believe me…"

Kurt sighed. If only Dave knew what the real problem was. Of course he wanted a massage from Dave, even if he were the worst masseuse in the world. He'd love to feel those hands over his shoulders, sliding down his back, working the sore muscles, sliding more to touch his ass and grip it firmly. He snapped out of his reverie, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Dave was still looking at him sadly, waiting for an answer. But how could Kurt tell his friend that he couldn't touch him, not because Kurt didn't want him to, but because he wanted it too much? How could he tell his roommate that lately he had been thinking about him all the time, had been daydreaming in class remembering his smile, his eyes, his voice, had been seeing him in his mind while jerking off, with his strong body and tanned skin. How could he voice all that and not make a fool out of himself and ruin their friendship in the process? Sure, he knew Dave had once nurtured feelings for him, but that had been years ago. How could Kurt say that he wanted it now, that their timing had been off, but that he had finally caught up? Now, when he knew Dave was finally over him, was used to seeing him only as a friend, how could he hurt him like that? No, he couldn't.

"Fine, whatever…" Dave looked back to the book in his hands, eyes betraying the sadness in his face, that Kurt didn't believe him capable of something. He always got upset whenever Kurt doubted his ability to do anything. It had been like this with cooking and fixing the shower. As scared as Kurt was of betraying his feelings, he just couldn't see Dave so upset and know it was because of him. He'd just have to focus on something not sexual. At all. Like the Teletubbies.

"Look, I'm really sorry… You're right. I was being silly."

"Never mind, Kurt."

"No, really… please, do it." Dave looked up, still wary. "Really, Dave. I don't know why I didn't want it before, my back really hurts." The taller boy smiled slightly and Kurt turned around, giving him his back so that he could massage him.

He felt Dave move around for a bit, finding a better angle, and then warm hands were on his shoulders, thumbs gently pressing his neck in circular motions, easing the stress on the area. Kurt let his head fall a bit, giving Dave more space to work as he ran his fingers up and down the soft flesh. He moved to the shoulders, working the tense muscles with undeniable ability, and Kurt was thankful he had changed his mind about this, because it felt wonderful. Dave's fingers found a particularly strained spot and Kurt couldn't help the low moan that escaped his lips. He bit his lower lip, mentally cursing himself when he felt Dave freeze. His friend's hands withdrew and he cleared his throat.

"Em… Is it better?" He asked, in a hoarse voice, and Kurt turned around to see he was looking down and his face was red. Great. This was exactly what he had been afraid of. Although… What if this meant something more? What if it meant that he felt the same, that Kurt still had time to make things right? He wondered if he had only made Dave embarrassed or if he was also feeling aroused. The idea that he could have turned Dave on started turning him on in return and he stood up quickly, mortified, only it made his back snap and he put his hands on his lower back, wincing in discomfort. Dave stood up as well, walking around Kurt and gently replacing Kurt's hands with his own.

"Does it hurt here?" He started massaging the place even before Kurt nodded. David worked his fingers from the middle to the sides, but it was a difficult angle and he couldn't put enough pressure. This would be a lot easier if we were in bed, Kurt thought, but he didn't want to make the situation even more awkward by suggesting that. Apparently he was more tired than he had accounted for, because a few seconds later Dave replied with "That's actually a good idea" and he realized he had said it out loud. They walked slowly to Kurt's bedroom and the slimmer man felt grateful to be walking in front of Dave, so that he wouldn't see the way his face had reddened. He collapsed onto the bed face down, crawling upwards until he reached his pillow. He felt Dave kneeling behind him, one knee on each side of his legs, and gulped, not looking back. He buried his face on the pillow, trying his hardest to picture Twinky Winky and company.