sortinghat_rp | 06 - filtered to Tony and Herbert

I told you I'd help you with things after your change. [defensively, but he doesn't move his hands, because if Bruce isn't complaining, he isn't going to give up on touching him absolutely as much as he's allowed] I think this qualifies.

You're spoiling me. [Smiles, leaning into Herbert's hands.] You're going to make someone a great boyfriend someday, you know that right?

[It's curious, how something can feel so good and so terrible, all at the same time. Herbert blinks rapidly, and is grateful, once again, that Bruce can't see him. He doesn't trust his voice for a long time, this time, and just starts working his hands down the taller boy's spine, fanning them out along the muscles over the werewolf's ribs.]

I doubt that.

[Moans against as Herbert works out the kinks in his muscles.]

I definitely think so. Be positive.

[Seems ready to pass out at any second but then jerks awake.]

Did you want to do my front too?

Y-yes, I should do, you have cuts there, as well, don't you? [Stomach twisting in knots.]

[Takes a moment to move because he's suddenly so comfy, but eventually manages to, shifting so he's facing towards Herbert and resting his cheek against the couch back, eyes partially open and glinting green in the dim light.]

This okay? [The blanket is pooled around his hips, one leg crossed before him and the other draped over the edge of the couch seat, hands loosely clasped in his lap.]

[Times like this, Herbert almost hates his life. Bruce is so ridiculously beautiful that it simply isn't fair - that someone who looks like him should be smart, and kind, and even okay with all of Herbert's big ideas that everyone else thinks are crazy or evil. The werewolf should have been stupid or cruel, but he's not, and the smaller boy's heart hurts with the fact that Bruce is obviously so hung up on Tony, even if he's never said.

He ducks his head so the glint of the candles shines off his glasses, hiding his eyes as he soaks some clean gauze with the potion, and reaches out to start gently cleaning the claw marks here. He has to force his hands not to tremble as he focuses on what he's doing in silence.]

[Bruce's eyes lazily track Herbert's hands as they tend to his new wounds.]

You're really gentle. [Says it almost absently, a small, fond smile curling his lips.]

It would be stupid to be rough - I'm trying to help you heal, not debriding it, the way Muggles do. [Herbert forces his mind onto the medical aspects of it, not the way his hands want to wander over the other boy's chest, something which would be much harder to explain away than on his back. A chest massage is hardly the norm, even with someone who's trying to tend to a friend. Anyway, this is starting to become weirdly less sexual in his mind, and more ... caring. Which is more painful, too, and he wishes he could go back to just fantasizing about Bruce's blanket slipping all the way off or something.] Tell me if it hurts anywhere.

[Smiles more and shakes his head, eyes closing as he leaves himself vulnerable to Herbert's hands.] Nah, you're doing great.

[He shifts and the blanket nearly slips completely free of his legs.] I know I said it before but really, thanks, Herbert.

You need someone to do it for you, and who else is going to? [Herbert asks, carefully cleaning a cut across Bruce's ribs, not noticing, until he gets right up close to other boy's hip bone, that the blanket has slipped so far.]

Oh god. [The words are quiet, and they slip past his lips before he can stop them, and he has to try and cover as quick as he can.] This one's really deep.

[Stomach muscles twitch and Bruce grunts quietly.]

Mm, bit more defenceless area I guess? At least it stopped bleeding...

It'll heal, with the potion. [hand sliding down to touch the other boy's bare hip, then pulling away, he really has to stop torturing himself like this, god]

Lie down for a moment.

'Kay.

[Shuffles on the couch so he's lying on his back, not bothering to be careful with the blanket and thus leaving one pale hip and thigh exposed while his dignity remains just barely intact. Eh, Herbert's okay with the scars and Bruce is used to waking up naked in front of Tony and teachers!]

This good?

[Yawns and blinks up at him curiously, eyes still slightly greener than normal but completely trusting and open.]

[Herbert nods, tearing his eyes away from that pale expanse of thigh and hip, looking back up to Bruce's face. He settles in a perch at the edge of the couch cushions, then reaches out, placing his fingers at either of the werewolf's temples. Then he starts to rub in slow, gentle circles, just at the hairline, his own slim, petite frame bend over Bruce's longer one.]

[Groans quietly at the head massage, eyes shutting and relaxing completely into Herbert's hands.]

Where'd you learn this? [Murmurs it.]

My uncle gets migraine headaches. [explains quietly, trailing his fingers down to the bony dip on either outside edge of Bruce's eyes, and rubbing gently there, too, his thumbs resting at mid-forehead and making slow circles] He showed me how to do this. It works for tension headaches, too, so I thought it might help.

[Bruce practically purrs as Herbert keeps massaging him, sighing happily.]

S'great- better be careful, I might keep you for myself if you keep spoiling me like this.

[Grins lazily up at him.]

Edited 2013-02-16 08:47 (UTC)

[Herbert glances away from that smile, cheeks reddening, though his fingers don't stop, sliding now through the other boy's hair to the lower curve of his skull to rub and stroke.]

I- I wouldn't object. But somehow I don't think you'd have much in the way of competition, I'm not much of a prize.

[Eyes slowly closing he groans softly and arches his neck a bit.]

Only because no one knows how awesome you are yet. [Shivers a bit as the fingers get a good spot along his scalp.]

[Herbert keeps his fingers there, massaging along the base of his skull, wondering if this is what Bruce looks like when he's wanking ... or maybe when someone's kissing him all over. God, this is sheer torture, why the hell is he doing this to himself?]

You do. I don't see anyone else figuring it out any time soon - people are mostly pretty blind and stupid. You're probably more than I could have expected, anyway, so I'll count myself lucky there.

Eh, you'll get more people who recognize what a great friend you are, just you wait...

[Begins slurring some of his words with sleepiness, the massage slowly lulling him to doze off. His lips part slightly in a small almost-smile and he keeps making quiet noises of pleasure at the stroking along his scalp.]

[It's putting Bruce to sleep, exactly as Herbert had hoped. He's not sure he can stand much more of this - having Bruce say all these nice things and knowing he doesn't think of the smaller boy as anything more than a good friend. Some heavy is settling in his stomach, and he doesn't want to think about it any more.

So he doesn't answer the other Ravenclaw, just starts gently carding his fingers through the other boy's curls, willing the exhaustion to take him over.]

[And sleep he does, breath evening out and body falling limp on the couch in all its pale and scarred glory.]

[Herbert just sits back and looks at him for a long time, but he knows he can't stay here forever - the moon will be rising soon. So he carefully pulls the blanket back over Bruce's body, gently so as not to wake him, and he slinks out of the Shack, to head back to the dorms to masturbate furiously and pathetically in the shower.]

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