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Jon groaned and rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel. As it turns out, sitting hunched at your desk for 12 hours a day wasn’t great for your back, especially if you happened to be doing that every day for a week. Martin smiled and handed Jon his towel, pecking his husband on the lips as he did. He was all ready for bed, and his lips tasted like the peppermint flavoring in his toothpaste.
“Everything alright?” He asked.
“I’m fine.” Jon rolled his shoulders again, wincing. “Just-- just sore, and a bit stiff. That’s all.” He pulled on his pajama pants and went to start drying out his hair, but Martin pulled the towel from his hands and started drying it for him. “You don’t have to do that,” Jon told him.
“I know.” Martin kissed Jon’s bare shoulder, continuing to gently dry his husband’s hair. “I’m doing it because I want to, not because I have to. You’re sore. You shouldn’t have to do anything more than necessary. Were you planning on blowdrying your hair tonight?”
“Yes,” Jon replied. “But really, Martin, you don’t have to do all this.”
“I know,” Martin repeated, now reaching for the blowdryer and plugging it in. “I want to do this, Jon. Really, I do. I like taking care of you. I’ll stop if you want me to stop, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to keep going.” Jon smiled.
“Alright, Martin,” he said. “If you’re sure you want to take care of me, I’ll let you take care of me.” Martin smiled.
“Thank you,” he said. He turned the blowdryer on, carefully moving it around Jon’s head like he’d seen his husband do a million times. When it was dry, he brushed Jon’s hair out and braided it neatly down his back. “There,” He said. “All finished.” Jon leaned up to kiss him.
“Thank you, Martin,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Martin said. “I know I’m not nearly as good at massages as you are, but can I interest you in a backrub?”
“Yes, please,” Jon said gratefully. “A backrub sounds excellent. Let’s do it in bed, though.”
“Of course,” Martin said. “Whatever you’d like.” Jon went to lie down in bed, and Martin followed. Once Jon had gotten situated, lying on his stomach, Martin started working, gently running his hands over Jon’s shoulders and back, working out as much tension as he could. Jon sighed contentedly, seeming to come undone under Martin’s hands.
“There,” Martin said once he felt like he was done. “I believe that’s all I can do.” Jon pulled him down so that they lay facing each other.
“That was excellent, Martin,” he said earnestly. “I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you.”
“Of course,” Martin replied. “Anything for you.”