Posted by siria
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65560957
“Be still for me, c’mon,” Jack says under his breath, lifting his hand and bringing it back down to start again, a little more pressure this time. The whole left side of Robby’s back is compressed, tight muscles drawing his hip up to his ribs and crunching him at the waist. “You know, you wouldn’t get this bad if you just did your stretches.”
There are two different foam rollers under their bed and a Theragun in the nightstand drawer, but Jack would comfortably bet money on being the only one that’s used them in months. Robby knows better, but Robby knowing something and Robby doing something are two entirely different subjects.
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