“Get the popcorn,” Jesse whined in a high-pitched voice, “Don’t forget the sodas, Dumbo,” he made sure to stomp his feet as he walked down the hallway, “Like I’m their damn waiter. Would be so much cooler to be an only child.”
Jesse ran a hand through his dark hair and growled, “Should make cool-handsome-popular-Liam get his own damn popcorn. Maybe if I spit in ‘em he’ll start getting his own freaking snacks.”
The low moan coming from the door to his left made him stop ranting. His foot hovered in position as he froze mid-step.
“Mmmmm, yeah you have incredible hands, Angel,” the moaning voice continued.
“Turn over,” Jesse heard Angel say huskily, “It’s easier that way. Better access.”
“Don’t I know it,” Xander’s voice drifted sleepily through the door.
Jesse’s foot landed with a muffled thud on the soft carpet of the hallway. He blinked and was just about to leave and go pour molten lava in his ears when his eyes widened even more.
“Not the balls, Angel,” Xander moaned and Jesse heard the sheets rustle, “Too sensitive right now.”
“Okay…okay,” Angel grunted with effort, “Maybe later?”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed with a sigh, “I’d love that.”
“Damn! You’re really tense,” Jesse closed his eyes and willed the images in his head to go away when Angel continued, “You need to relax or I can’t do my job here. Guess using my fingers won’t be enough…Gotta use my whole hand.”
Maybe he could drill a hole in his scull and pour bleach into his brain. Jesse knew they had some heavy-duty drills in the basement. Maybe Liam wouldn’t mind doing the drilling, then Kathy could pour the bleach into the hole. Joyce could hold his hand.
“Oh, God! Angel…”
“You need to relax, Xander. Looks like one hand isn’t enough.”
Jesse squeezed his eyes closed and hurried down the hallway until he bumped into someone.
“Whoa,” Cordy grabbed on to his right shoulder, “Watch where you’re going, Jesse.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jesse mumbled.
“Why are you blushing?” Cordy narrowed her eyes, “Did Liam show you another synchronised German porn flick? I’m going to kick his ass from here to…”
“No no I um just no,” Jesse babbled, “No p-porn flick. Don’t need ‘em around here.”
“Ooookay,” she kept staring at him, “Well, if there’s nothing going on I promised to get this bottle of oil for your Dad,” she waved a large green plastic bottle of massage oil in the air. A deep moan coming from Xander and Angel’s bedroom made Cordy shake her head, “Sounds like they’ll need my assistance if they’re ever going to finish in there.”
She walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the bedroom door, opened it and held up the bottle of oil.
“This should make things much easier,” she said and was met by happy grunting.
“Popcorn, power drill, bleach, sodas,” Jesse mumbled as he stumbled down the stairs and over to the kitchen.
“Thank God,” Angel said and reached out for the bottle, “This stuff just isn’t working,” he dumped the half empty bottle of baby oil on the bedside table.
“I told you,” Cordy sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, “You need the massage oil that warms up,” she touched Xander shoulder.
“Ouch,” Xander grimaced into the pillow.
“Wow, that must have been one big demon,” Cordy gently traced the big bruise on the shoulder.
“Yeah,” Xander nodded, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, “But my back hurts the most.”
“I told him to be careful,” Angel said and squirted some oil into his hand, “But did he listen?”
“More massage, less I-told-you-so,” Xander turned his head and glared at Angel.
“Did you try out the massage balls?” Cordy asked and picked up the two red rubber balls with the small soft spikes on them.
“Hurts too much,” Angel said and started rubbing the oil onto Xander’s back.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Xander moaned, “That’s so much better.”
“Yeah?” Angel asked hopefully.
“Uh huh,” Xander smiled blissfully, “Use both hands,” he ordered, “Not just your fingertips.”