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Maybe we could start with a trial run.

“It’s bothering me a little bit today,” I said quietly, almost drowning in the silence of the empty training room.

“Will you let me help you with it?” he asked calmly, a smile growing on his face when I nodded hesitantly. “Okay, just breathe. No matter what, just keep breathing steady.”

Thayer showed me his hands, almost proving they were just his hands and not a weapon, before moving them to my right knee. I nodded at him, closing my eyes like it would make this embarrassing amount of submission feel any better.

Slowly, Thayer started massaging my knee, working his way up my leg. I knew in that moment the dude was a quack because my pain had nothing to do with my leg, but I still let him go. I kept breathing as he asked, but it started to get a little hard to keep it steady when he reached the top of my thigh.

My thigh got tense on reflex, aching a little at the strain it was putting on me.

“Relax, Ash,” Thayer said quietly, massaging the same spot on my thigh until I forced the muscle to relax.

“Oh,” I almost moaned out, dipping my head back at just how…good his hands felt.

It had been a while since anything felt even close to good around there, so even if it was both embarrassing and uncomfortable, I was going to bask in the relief of not feeling so much pain right there.

Thayer kept working higher, paying no mind to how my breathing was now just full-on moaning like we were fucking in here.

His hands reached the junction between my leg and groin–the area I’d been cursing for months now–and continued his handywork there.

And that?

That was better than any sex I'd ever had–holy fuck.

The relief of long-term pain finally subsiding was unfucking matched. I’d tried massages like this on myself, but it never felt half as good as this one felt–by the time Thayer was done and releasing my leg, I was half hard from the relief alone.

I was half hard…from a guy touching me.

Suddenly very uncomfortable, I sat up quickly and scrambled some distance between us on the floor.

It was nice to move so quickly and awkwardly with very little pain involved, but I was more focused on squeezing my eyes shut and willing away what was clearly just a normal response to anyone touching me in that area.

It was totally normal–I'd been in so much pain, and he took it away–that was it. It was a relief boner, not a sexual thing–I wasn’t into guys, and definitely not Coach Thayer.

Thayer didn’t seem any more comfortable than I did, hands flat on his legs and blinking quickly. I’d clearly made him uncomfortable with my reaction to all that, which didn’t make me feel any better as I scrambled to my feet.

“T-thank you,” I fumbled out nervously, flattening out my shirt anxiously. “It feels better, thank you. I’m gonna go get changed now–”

“Good," he said after a beat, his voice steady. “That tells me the muscle finally released, but that’s not a permanent fix–we’ll have to do that again regularly for a few weeks, but it will fix it for you, Ash.”

“Sounds good.”

No, actually, that sounded fucking horrible.

The last thing I wanted was that man's hands anywhere near or around my dick again–no way. The moaning was one thing, but there was no way he didn’t spot the boner in my very thin gym shorts–his fucking hand was almost touching it.

This was Callie’s fault!

I was into everything we were doing, but it got cut short because of the pain–I was just in that mood, clearly. I was obviously just thinking about Callie, and it had nothing to do with Thayer.

Without another word, I slipped out through the door and back into the locker room, eager to get changed and back on track.

And I was doing everything I could not to think about how, whatever that feeling was he just gave me, it seemed to settle the nerves in me about breaking my routine.

Like it put me back on track.

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