What the....? - Marvin's Haven

"We could both teach it to play nice. A man as feral as Mathew there should understand that."

"I'm not friggin' suicidal..." Charlie bit down on his lip with a low moan as Marvin's hands found a good spot near his lower back. Though hidden, the hand beneath his chest closed its fingers around the fabric of his shirt slowly.
"I'll stick to my training rounds with him for now..."

He kept working that spot and smiled

"Ah well, then there is that. I can't wait to get out of this damnable makeup and maybe go clubbing. It's difficult sometimes, but I can usually put up with the disorder. Or should I go clubbing like this, and bring you as my escort" he chuclked

The youth turned his head so to hide his face against the cushions, his lips parting in another low moan.
"The Hell I'm getting seen with you like that..." he grinned into the pillows, one hand still closed around the fabric of his shirt. "I got a weird enough rep as it is, I don't need clown fetish added to the list" even if said clown was currently making him bite his lip.

Said clown continued to do the things that made Charlie moan

"Testing limits and boundaries. Truly I'm not in the mood for it. One or two assholes seriously pissing me off, and I'd have to fight to keep my temper. Clubs are fun but they make me edgy. Fair warning there"

"Warning noted..." the youth muttered under his breath, still biting down on his lip and realizing he was getting in a bit too deep but enjoying himself too much to really want it to stop. It hadn't made any unwanted moves yet so... maybe he was satisfied with the the fencing deal.
"Where the Hell'd you learn to do that...?" Charlie groaned again.

"Same place I learned to do a lot of things Charlie. The cabin on my father's fishing boat with one of the local girls, or sometimes even their mother, or in college, or even during the time I worked for The Company."

He kept up the massage, enjoying watching Charlie enjoy it.

"I think I owe them thanks for that..." the smiling youth muttered, easing his hand from underneath his head to rest his cheek on the cushions and his hand on the back of his neck, entwining his fingers in his hair. "Seriously..." Charlie bit his lip again.
"So when did you work for the Company?" he murmured, trying to find something to focus on other than his own pleasures.

He smiled and continued

"Late sixties, early seventies after I got out of college. I went to work for a government contractor in the computer industry, and it turns out they were real tight with Langley. Kept me out of Vietnam, and on a lot of grubby Navy ships looking at captured Soviet tech, although I had a nice lab back at the office too. After I was embraced, there was something of a shitstorm, and I think they still believe I was kidnapped by the Soviets or killed by them. Because the simple story of me getting drunk and drowning after my mother's funereal would never satisfy them."

"Kinda funny... they kept you out of Vietnam.. I went there by choice" Charlie drew his breath and let out a muttered groan as he moved his hand from the back of his neck to reach behind him, nudging Marvin's hand a little to the right and resting his forehead against the pillows again as he hit the spot. "Right... there..."
God damn it he was getting soft on his old days...
"Your embrace... you knew beforehand?" focus... focus was good.

"Somebody hasn't been cared for properly in a while I see...."

"No, I didn't know beforehand. I was drunk and all but passed out in one of my father's boats. That much I remember. Then the embrace came without warning. Well if you were crazy enough to go to Vietnam that's your problem. I didn't think we should have been over there, but I don't hate those who went. Fucked up my cousin something fierce. I guess i served in my own way though, studying Russian tech and planting bugs in leaked software. Just another one of those shadowy faces of the cold war that helped keep it cold I guess."

And focus was slipping...
"Well that sucks..." Charlie murmured, his eyes still closed, half way hidden behind his bangs at this point as they'd seen fit to fall down into his face. "Lost a lot of people over there... wasn't a very happy time..." he muttered, seemingly lost for anything better to say at the moment.

He redoubled his efforts, going for the total lost concentration effect

"Mmm I think I like cats Charlie."

His lips parted in a moan before he really had a chance to stop it. A muttered curse all he was able to manage before biting down on his lip again.
Stupid bets with dangerous people... Good thing he hadn't let the Malkavian do this to him the first time they'd met....

"Shhhh.... more moaning, less cursing"

"Want me to get some lotion too?"

"We talked about the clothes already didn't we..?" he managed with a slightly strained voice, moving his free hand to place it on the pillows as if to try and push himself up. Not that he was too sure about that either really, but if Marvin got any further...

He went further

"Lifting up the back of your shirt does not qualify as removing clothes, but whatever works for you."

Charlie arched his back, bit his lips and was face down back in the cushions again in moments with a low groan.
Stupid, very stupid...
Very seriously clouded head....

"F-fine..."

He leaned over and kissed the tip of Charlie's nose.

"Wait. Right. Here. It will get better pretty one, much better."

He returned a few moments later with some lotion, and started to lift up the back of Charlie's shirt

He hadn't moved when Marvin came back, Hell, he hadn't even taken the opportunity to nudge anything out of line. Which suggested his mind wasn't working as well as it ought to be.

The youth shifted slightly as Marvin sat back down, repressing a twitch of his hand as he let the other man move his shirt up a little further. Under the one that showed was a second one, slightly tinner fabric than the first, dark in colour, probably a tank top although that was difficult to tell without removing the one he wore over it.

His back showed no more muscles or strength than the rest of his body suggested, no marks or scratches or even a single scar flawing the pale skin. The only thing that was out of place was the bandages Marvin had already felt through his clothes earlier and commented on. They seemed to start at his ribs and continued up. Or at least, it was fairly safe to presume they did. He couldn't really lift the shirt that high anyways at the moment.

"Don't get the bandages stained..." the youth muttered. "It's a fucking pain having to re-dress the wounds... don't want to have to do it a second time tonight..."

Marvin put one arm under Charlie and gently lifted him up, as he slid both shirts up above his shoulders

Once that was done, he started to rub lotion into Charlie's back, hitting the same sweet spots he had before

"Better?"

Probably just as well that he had his face towards the pillows or Marvin would've seen his eyes flash open. There was a brief moment of tension as he lifted the shirts higher than Charlie'd expected, but he didn't have much time to think about it before the Malkavian's hands where on his body again, causing him to close his eyes tight with a low moan.

"Cheating..." he muttered, but not really in a position to deny that he was enjoying it.

He smiled and slowly worked the lotion into all the exposed areas of Charlie's back

"It's not cheating if you keep making that sound and enjoying yourself you know."

"Oh shut up..."
Charlie hid his face in the pillows, silently cursing himself even as another moan escaped his lips.

He massaged in silence for a few minutes

"Legs next?"