It's Not All About Tennis
21. Massage
Marui rolled his shoulders groaning at the series of pops following the movements. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, "Yukimura is going to be the death of me one of these days."
Laughing, Niou fell back onto Marui's cake-printed comforter. "You're such a girl," he teased. "It was just a bit of running."
"And a thousand swings!" Marui exclaimed. "Then he made me play a match against him. I'm shit at singles and I had to play him! I swear to god he was hitting me with the ball on purpose!"
There was a pause in which Marui's body continued to let out small pops as he stretched and Niou continued to chuckle because of it. After a moment, Niou sat up, "Okay, get on the bed."
"Huh? Niou we're not-"
"I'm getting sick of the popping," Niou cut in. "So get on the bed and I'll rub your back or something." Marui stared at him for a moment before doing as he was told. "Shirt."
Hesitantly, Marui reached for the bottom of his shirt, "Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to get me in bed?"
"Shut up and do it."
"Yeah, okay."