“Ah,” Minho said as he trudged into Taemin’s house, clutching his shoulder.

                “Hyung! Are you okay?” Taemin cried, rushing up to his boyfriend. “Are you hurt?”

                “I think I pulled a muscle,” Minho said.

                “Let me massage it for you!” Taemin replied. “Here, hyung, sit down and I’ll massage your shoulders for you.”

                “Can you just massage my whole back?” Minho asked, looking slightly guilty to be asking so much of Taemin, but he needn’t have worried. Taemin grinned.

                “Okay, hyung,” Taemin laughed, “lie down on my bed and I’ll massage your whole back.” Minho did as he was told and flopped on Taemin’s bed. Taemin sat down on Minho’s and pressed the heels of his hands into Minho’s shoulders, rolling his hands down Minho’s back and working out the knots in Minho’s shoulders.

                “Ah,” Minho moaned.

                “Does it feel good?” Taemin asked. “Do you feel less sore?”

                “Stop,” Minho said, and Taemin stopped.

                “Why?”

                “Kiss me,” Minho requested.

                “Eh?” Taemin cried.

                “Taemin,” Minho said, drawing out the last syllable of Taemin’s name. Taemin kissed him, and Minho grabbed him around the middle, kissing him enthusiastically.

                Before long, Minho wasn’t the only one who was sore. 

A/N: Hahahaha what did I just write? I guess it was time they did it again or something? I guess. Hahahaha you can tell I haven't been writing very often. 

♥ Exie