Ariya Daivari sighs after another frustrating 205 Live taping that sees him and Nese retreating from the newer competitors just to keep some semblance of the upperhand. It sucks, he hates it so much, how far their stock has fallen since this new infusion of wrestlers from NXT started overwhelming them. He's still grumbling as he kicks his shoes off under the bed and flops down, arm covering his eyes. He thinks he'll either lay here and stew the rest of the night, or else just fall asleep, when there's a soft thudding sound of plastic on wood and he forces himself to look over, squinting at Drew Gulak as he settles in next to Ariya. "Hey," he mumbles.
"Hey," Drew responds with a faint smile. "Rough night?"
"Something like that." Ariya huffs and rolls onto his side, facing Drew. "What do you have there?" The light's too dim for him to make out what exactly Drew's laid down, and he grunts when Drew gently nudges at him. "Hey," he protests, comfortable where he's at, but his boyfriend keeps poking and urging him to roll over, and finally Ariya concedes, burying his face into his pillow. He's getting pissy, about to roll back over and demand answers, when a soft scent fills the air and he stills, sniffing curiously.
Drew's hands press suddenly warm and gentle against his back, but with just enough pressure to dig into the sore muscles and aching bones below, and Ariya groans. "Dr- Drew-"
"Shhh," he chides him. "Just lay there and enjoy."
Ariya definitely does that- the oil is peppermint, he realizes after a few moments, and it eases more of the tension out of his shoulders as he feels Drew's fingers dance up his back, along his sides, over his shoulderblades. "Oh," he groans when Drew finds an infamous, recurring spot deep between his shoulders and Drew chuckles softly, leaning in to press a soft, gentle kiss against his neck.
"Feeling good?" he asks quietly and Ariya moans in a way that he ordinarily wouldn't allow, Drew grinning as he kisses him again. "Sounds like that's a yes." He continues massaging, working the oil in deep while he eases the tight agony out of Ariya's muscles.
When he's done, Ariya's limp, gaping against the pillow, and Drew all but giggles at the glassy look in his eyes. "Oh my God," he mumbles. "I hate and love your fingers so much right now."
"Why do you hate them?" Drew asks, examining his fingers with a serious look on his face, before a grin slowly overwhelms everything.
"Because they stopped touching me," Ariya huffs, and Drew does giggle at this.
"Funny about that," Drew says, leaning in to whisper to him. "In just a few minutes, they'll probably be touching you again. You just might need to be a little patient first."
Ariya feels a pleasant warmth at this, gazing over to look Drew in the eye. "I love you," he says, smirking when Gulak is the one to blush now.
"Ah," he says, reaching over to graze his fingertips against Ariya's jaw. "You never did play fair." He leans in and kisses him slow and gentle, huffing out a laugh when Ariya keens lightly, still very malleable after his massage.
"Never could get what I wanted that way," Ariya says with a shrug.
Drew rolls his eyes and guides him onto his back with a steady hand that still smells like peppermint oil, and hovers over Ariya. "I love you too," he says a few inches from Ariya's lips, then kissing him.