Warning: Slash (implied Skwisgaar/Toki)
Word Count: 293
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
For a friend of mine who requested secret Toki for Skwisgaar with backrubs thrown in there somewhere.
I'm starting to think I have a habit of sort of not quite vague endings.
Backrub
"Hey, Tokis."
Toki looked up from – well, nothing in particular. He'd been staring off into space and rubbing absently at his shoulder.
"You gots somest'ings wrongs with you's arms?" Skwisgaar asked proprietarily.
"Um…" Toki rubbed his shoulder again, not making eye contact. "Why does you asks?"
Skwisgaar crossed his arms and frowned down at him. "Because we gets the concerts to be plays in a few hours and I can'ts plays for both of us likes I does ons the recordings if you ams gots the worse thans usual guitars."
"I can play fines," Toki said defensively. "I just gots a sore shoulder from last nights."
"Why, whats you do's?"
He shrugged, then winced. "Don't knows, too drunks to resmember."
"Pft, drunks and hurts yous-self, way to goes Toki." Skwisgaar shook his head. "If you's shoulder ams bad you's arm wills be bad, and if you's arm ams bad then you's hand will be bads, and if you's hand ams bads then the playing will be shits. Go gets a backsrubs."
Toki rubbed his shoulder sheepishly. He'd just been thinking about that, and would have already asked one of the hoods to get a masseuse if Skwisgaar hadn't come in and started interrogating him. For about half a second he considered asking him for a backrub, imagining those talented hands playing his muscles into relaxed submission. Wowee, that would be nice…
"I even calls a employee to does that fors you," Skwisgaar continued charitably.
Or that worked too.
"Ja, okay," Toki agreed.
As long as he'd gotten the other man drunk enough to not remember what they'd been doing when Toki had hurt himself. That would be pretty embarrassing. Skwisgaar would never let him live down falling out of bed while doing that.