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A Healing Touch
A/N: Obviously the story itself is not true, but the inspiration is. I was watching the "On The Set"
special for making the "Breath" video, and one segment included when the guys had to slam their
hands inside that metal cage (remember that part?). You could see a lot of damage on them
afterwards, so...nuff said. ^-^;;
"Christallmighty, that hurt! Godammit-"
Kyle looked over at Shane, who was cursing and wrenching his hands.
"They still hurt?"
"Of course they still hurt!" the other man snapped. "Christ, you think slamming on a metal cage
wouldn't cause this much damage! Crying out loud..." He sat down and tenderly poked at a cut on his
Kyle sighed. His hands were in just as much pain, but he wasn't as vocal about his suffering as the
others. He didn't want to be. Just watching his friend suffer was bad enough. "You need any help?"
he eventually asked.
Shane looked up at the darker man as if he's just grown another head. "What the hell? Do I look like
some kinda wuss or something?"
The other man quickly flickered his eyes down. "No...never mind, I just thought..."
It was Shane's turn to sigh, this time at his own stupidity. One of his best friends in the world
was offering to help and what did he do? Let his pride get in the way as usual. He felt guilty.
"Hey...Prev." Kyle looked back up. "It's OK man, it's just been a long day, y'know?"
The other man nodded. "Well, you hafta suffer for art sometimes. C'mon." He headed towards the
bathroom and the blonde man followed him in.
Once inside, Kyle put the plug in the sink and filled it with cool water. "You'll hafta roll up your
sleeves or something."
"You don't want your shirt getting wet, do you?"
"Oh," Shane said. "Uh...hang on a sec." He placed his hat on the bathroom counter, then reached for
the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, cursing at the pain in his hands as he did so.
He set his shirt on the counter and turned to face Kyle. "Water ready yet?"
"Umm..." Kyle had to bite the inside if his cheek to keep from smiling. It wasn't in his plan for
the shirt to come off, but it sure was a nice bonus. He shifted his eyes to keep from staring at
Shane's body and said, "Yeah. Just put your hands in."
"'Kay." The blonde stepped to the sink and slowly began putting his hands in, ready to flinch at
even the slightest amount of pain, but as soon as the water was up to his wrists, he sighed in
relief. "Man, did I ever need that."
Kyle dipped his hands in the sink as well, then reached for the soap bar on the counter and started
The blonde quickly went wide-eyed. "What the-?"
"Just trust me," the dark man said quietly, then reached for the pale hands in the sink and gently
Shane couldn't say a word or move, but just stared at what was going on. Kyle's eyes were
half-closed as if in deep thought, and kept rubbing smooth, soapy circles over the damaged areas on
their hands. The blonde winced briefly as some soap seeped into a cut, but Kyle quickly noticed the
other man's pain and washed it out.
"Sorry," Kyle said softly. "You OK?"
"...Yeah," Shane was able to say eventually. This was a softer side he hadn't noticed in his friend
before, one so caring. The feeling of their hands sliding together in this healing fashion was
actually...sort of sweet. "Yeah, it's starting to feel better. Thanks."
"Glad to help." The dark man smiled and looked down at the cuffs of his shirt. There was soap all
over them. "Ah, damn, hang on." He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He
didn't expect this to happen either, but oh well; furiously he tried hiding his blush and went back
to cleaning Shane's hands.
"What do you have to be so embarrassed about?"
Kyle didn't answer his friend's question, but drained the sink and ran the tap again to wash away
the soap. "Can you sit down now?"
"O-kay," Shane had no idea where this was leading, but it was best to play along for now; he sat
leaning against the tub, shivering as the porcelain hit his skin.
The dark man opened the bathroom cupboard and began rummaging through. Eventually he found was he
was looking for, pulling out bandages and a jar of zinc cream.
He ran a hand through his dark-as-night dreadlocks and looked over at Shane, whose eyes were looking
down at the floor. How cute and vulnerable he looked in that position, it was no wonder everybody
loved him...including Kyle.
The taller man sighed to clear his thoughts, quickly slapped bandages on the major cuts on his
hands, and said, "OK Mad, put your hands out again."
Too tired to care, Shane propped his wrists on his knees with his palms outward. He kept his eyes
downward as Kyle began rubbing in the zinc, using the same gentle motions he did during the wash. He
hummed quietly, not wanting his friend to know how comfortable it felt to him. His hands were still
numb from the water to feel any pain, but he knew Kyle's touch felt great.
"Hold still know." Kyle began placing the bandages on Shane's hands, smoothing out the ends as he
did so. One cut on the webbing between the blonde's pointer and middle fingers was a pain to cover
up, but eventually all the damage from the metal cage was treated. Kyle wished he didn't have to let
go, but knew it was necessary.
"There you go." He clasped Shane's hands together, brought them closer, and lightly kissed them.
The silence in those moments after the kiss seemed to stretch out into eternity. Shane had looked
back up with his eyes wider than usual, his expression dumbfounded. The dark man still kept his
grip, fearing letting go would give his friend incentive to start hitting him- or whatever Shane was
capable of. Kyle shuddered.
Eventually the blonde whispered, "What was that for?"
Kyle turned his head away so his friend wouldn't see the pain in his eyes. "I just figured a kiss
could make it all better." He shook his head, mumbled a feeble apology, stood back up, and grabbed
his shirt off the floor. He was almost out the door and had buttoned his shirt halfway when-
The dark man stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Shane. The blonde was looking up at his
friends, hands still clasped.
"Do you really feel that way about me?"
It was another long silence before Kyle looked down at the floor and feebly nodded. He sighed, "I
was afraid you'd think I was sick or something-"
"No," Shane interrupted, "it makes sense." He looked down at his bandaged hands. "Man, no other
friend I have would bother to help me feel better the way you just did. I had no idea you were so
"Thank you," the blonde interrupted again and stepped forward to embrace his friend, resting his
cheek just below a dark shoulder. If he hadn't closed his eyes, he would've seen Kyle's face
reflecting his dumbfounded expression from moments before.
The dark man felt his heart beating uncontrollably at this close contact. Feeling Shane's body
against him was unlike what he imagined, so smooth, so strong...it wasn't just a psychical sensation
but an emotional sensation. He draped his arms around the blonde's waist and sighed at the feel of
the embrace. "You feel better now?" he asked softly.
Shane opened his eyes and looked up at the dark man. "I could use another kiss," he answered with a
With no hesitation, Kyle closed his eyes and leaned in enough so their lips met softly. It felt as
smooth as the embrace, yet a thrill of pleasure went through the young men as well. Shane moaned and
lifted his hands so they cupped the sides of his friend's face, and Kyle reached to stroke the
blonde's mussed-up hair.
"MmmmmmMMM," Shane moaned even more intensely at the touches being given to him.
Eventually the darker man pulled away from the kiss and looked down at Shane with a wide smile.
"Well, it's good to know you like that."
"Has anyone told you you look great when you smile?" the blonde asked in a voice dazed with love.
"It sounds great when you say it." Kyle added an extra squeeze to his embrace and asked, "Would you
like to sleep with me tonight?"
Shane went wide-eyed again in a little surprise. "Hey! I don't do it on the first date."
The darker man laughed and kissed the mop of blonde hair before him. "Not like that, silly. Would
you just like to share a bed is what I meant."
"Oh." Shane gave another sly smile. "Now that I do." He lightly kissed Kyle's mouth and the two
strode back out to the main part of the hotel room. "I was just wondering-" he asked.
"What?" the dark man was curious.
"If I'd still be able to call you my friend," Shane asked in a low voice.
Kyle's expression became one of sincerity and love. "You'll always be my friend. Don't you forget
that." He clasped Shane's hand and lightly kissed it.
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