Spike's hands smoothed over his back again and Wesley sighed, arching up into the contact only to get a chiding 'tsk' from Spike.
"Stay still, pet. Point of a massage is to relax, not get bloody turned on."
Wesley received a swat on the ass when he tried again to press into the touch. He turned his head so that he could look up at Spike, trying for innocence as he wiggled into the touch again.
"Feels good."
"Then stop moving."
Wesley sighed, long-suffering, and laid his head back down, letting Spike's fingers work into the stiff muscles.
Spike smiled as he watched his hands glide over skin. Wesley may as well have been a puddle for all the tension he was carrying now. He only wished that he could do for Wes' mind and heart what he could so easily for his body. Insides and outsides but Spike could only ever truly touch one.