Page 28 of Changing the Play

“Oh. Well, now I feel bad.”

I turn to look at him and he doesn’t look like he feels bad at all. I shake my head with a grin, leaning forward to pick up my laptop. It twinges my back again, forcing a sharp gasp through my clenched teeth.

“Jesus. That doesn’t sound good. Shouldn’t you be doing something for that?” Darcy asks. “Soaking in an ice bath or something?”

That sounds like the worst thing ever. “No. I’ll be alright. I’ll get Ben to put some Icy Hot on it tomorrow before practice.”

“I can do it.”

I look at Darcy, a little surprised. “Yeah? Even though I gave you shit when you got here?”

He shrugs, his cheeks pinking up. “I don’t mind.”

I smirk, feeling smug all over again that I can make him blush like that. That’s probably a little strange. “Are you sure? You know that means you’ll have to touch me, right?” I lean in a little, enjoying the slight hitch in his breath when I get close. “My bare skin, even.”

He glares at me. “Yes, I’m fully aware. Now come on, you big baby. Let’s get you taken care of. We can’t very well watch football with you whining every few minutes.”

“I wasnotwhining.”

Darcy shrugs, smiling like maybe he’s the one feeling smug now. “You were. But that’s alright. I won’t tell anyone the big, bad quarterback was being a whiny baby.”

I cross my arms over my chest, only barely resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him. “No one would believe you even if you did.”

Darcy laughs. “Yeah. You keep telling yourself that, big guy.”

I stand, reaching out a hand to help him off the couch. “Come on.”

He places his hand in mine and stands. The brief contact makes my fingers tingle and my stomach swoop. Huh. He follows me wordlessly into my bedroom where I have the Icy Hot.

“Oh crap. You have a TV in here.”

“Uh, yes?” I say, grabbing the tube off my dresser and handing it to him.

He looks from it to me. “So, why isn’t it in the living room?”

“Well…” I glance around. “I like to read in the living room and watch TV in bed. I could only afford the one since my dad won’t help me pay for anything, and I just like it better in here.”

Darcy nods. “Well, we should watch football in here then.”

In my bedroom? There’s really nowhere to sit, though. Well, apart from the bed, I suppose. “Yeah?”

“Why not?”

Hard to argue with that. Because truthfully, why not? Also, stretching out instead of sitting up will probably help my back. “Okay. I’m in.”

He smiles brightly at me, then uncaps the Icy Hot. “Okay, on your stomach. Tell me where it hurts.”

I do as he says, climbing onto my bed and lying on my stomach, my arms tucked under my head and my face turned toward him. He swallows hard, stepping to the edge of the bed. “Where is it hurting?”

My stomach gives a little twist at the thought of him touching me. I kind of want to say everywhere. “Under my right shoulder blade.”

Darcy nods, squeezing some Icy Hot onto his fingers. He steps closer. Close enough that I can feel his warmth and smell the slightly faded scent of whatever cologne he wears.

I only barely manage to fight down a groan when his cool fingers push into the sore muscle of my back. Whether it’s because of his hands on me or the hint of pain that radiates from the spot is unknown.

He presses deeper, rubbing the Icy Hot into my skin, his strong fingers soothing the throbbing muscle with each pass he makes. “Themuscle is really tight here,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he works his fingers deeper.

It feels good. A little too good, honestly. My dick swells, hardening against the bed.Oh shit.What the hell? He keeps massaging my back, strong fingers working the knot loose, but making my cock stiffen further. “That’s good. Thank you,” I say, sitting up quickly and dropping my hands into my lap to cover myself, just in case.

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