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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 22:14:05 GMT -5
The policer took his mug and sipped the tea, sitting quiet for a moment.
"Sore. I think I may put in for a holiday from work." he sighed.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 22:24:32 GMT -5
Bringing his bare legs up underneath his body, Lee sat up a little closer on the couch, resting a hand on Jason's shoulder.
"If you do, would you like the company? You know, to help you here?" Lee considered the idea of a vacation to be a valid one himself, not having had one for real since he'd gotten to France. "At least to keep you company?" If Jirahasuke was running the shoppe, then it would certainly work out for the better.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 22:27:40 GMT -5
"I've said you should stay as long as you like."
The policer took a couple more sips of his tea and then set it on the table, pulling the pharmaceutical case toward him and opening it up, cleaning the needle and loading the syringe.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 22:33:16 GMT -5
Lee frowned at the medicine case, sinking back into the couch and away so he could finish his tea. Once he had put his cup down, Lee sat himself close to Jason again, hoping to at least divert the need for the syringe.
"Jason... Let me help you," he offered, resting both hands on the officer's arm now. He looked up at Cluont with a slight pout, his warm brown eyes looking sad and sweet.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 22:41:12 GMT -5
"I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself." But then, Justin had liked to assist him sometimes, and had always had a surprisingly gentle touch.
He grunted and turned the needle over, handing to to Lee, taking that to be his meaning.
"Very well. I assume you know how?"
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 22:46:22 GMT -5
"...I wasn't talking about that..." he said quietly, having hoped to relieve Jason's sore muscles with his hands, rather than a needle.
"I meant I would help you through massage..." Or is the pain just that bad? he thought, biting his lip. He really hoped that was not the case, or he'd have a hard time competing with a drug.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 22:53:45 GMT -5
"Ah..."
Jason took the syringe back and set it, still loaded, into the case. He supposed if Lee's idea didn't help, he could just take the morphine later.
"Just my back and shoulders, if you don't mind."
He didn't want Lee to bother with his leg, didn't want him to know and pity.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 23:10:37 GMT -5
Smiling, Lee motioned for Jason to turn his back, settling into working across the man's broad shoulders, kneading out the tension very slowly. Once he was done there, Lee worked down along Jason's back, blushing as he could feel every muscle, every knot, right there under his fingers.
This need to help Jason was becoming a little too personal, but Lee silenced his doubts about his reasoning. He was doing this because he wanted to, because Jason deserved it. Lee's feelings were squashed down and shuffled away - the last thing he needed was to fool himself and get hurt. The man already admitted to having been married once - right?
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 23:16:39 GMT -5
Jason's back was horribly tense, nearly like brick the muscles were so knotted and hard, but after some few minutes he relaxed a bit, slouching forward and giving a pleasant rumble.
His lower back was still tight and painful, as was his leg, but not much could be done about that, he supposed.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 23:29:08 GMT -5
Once he had given Jason's upper back a thorough kneading, the Chinese man leaned forward, gently resting his weight on the bigger man's back.
"How does that feel, Jason? Does anything else hurt?" he murmured softly, running his fingers along the policer's shoulders.
What was he doing? Why was he trying to get so close?! He was setting himself up for disappointment for sure, yet... Lee couldn't stop himself.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 23:33:14 GMT -5
He huffed a breath out through his tightened lips and forced a stark, bark of a laugh.
"Everything hurts, Lee. All the time."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 23:45:56 GMT -5
Lee could be felt jumping a little at the bark, then he settled again, his fingers just lightly touching the back of the bigger man's neck.
"Can I alleviate any more?" he asked sadly, hoping that at least that Cluont would find enough relief to avoid needing the syringe, but that seemed imminent either way...
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 23:49:02 GMT -5
Jason reached around himself and touched his thick fingers to the back of Lee's hand where it rested on his neck.
"You've had too much wine. Drink some more tea."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 23:58:01 GMT -5
Feeling disarmed by Jason's words, Lee shrank away, taking his hands off of the bigger man's body.
Maybe he was drunk, and tea sounded fabulous. Pouring himself a cup, Lee slid himself to the edge of the couch and perched there, not noticing that his night shirt had gathered up to his knees. He was shaking, now, afraid of where his mind was leading him.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 0:01:31 GMT -5
Jason sighed a bit and turned, grabbing his own mug and finishing his tea, then shifting himself to the edge of the cushion and closer to Lee, taking note of his shaking.
He gently reached out and moved the man's nightshirt back over his legs, careful not to touch and startle him.
"Are you alright?"
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