#we can have little a jgm interlude

[littleladymab]

in honor of the anon who arrived in @everchased‘s askbox with “Jon and Martin smooching Gerry’s spine tattoos”, and also in honor of the user who went through all my ot3 fics on ao3 and left incredibly sweet comments, i deliver unto you: more 

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"You are a chiropractor's worst nightmare," Jon grumbles as he digs a knuckle into one particularly large knot of muscle in Gerry's shoulder. He straddles Gerry's back to get a better angle as he works. "I thought I was bad."

"You are bad," Gerry grumbles back, voice muffled by the pillow. "I think someone told you to relax once when you were a baby and you just decided to be the tense-est little man to ever walk this planet out of spite—" The rest of his thought is cut off by a garbled noise that isn't quite a grunt of protest, and isn't quite a moan, but it's effective at shutting him up all the same.

"Yes, well, I haven't gotten injured at work, so who is the fool now?" Jon's fingers work down the length of Gerry's spine, the eye tattoos on each knob studying his process.

Gerry mumbles something else but it can barely be heard over the sound of the apartment door opening.

"Hello?" Martin calls out, his keys jingling as he drops them into the dish. "Anyone home?"

"In here," Jon calls.

Beneath him, Gerry lifts his head enough off the pillow that Jon can see the wicked gleam in his eye. "Oh, Jon," he says dramatically, and loudly.

Jon jumps in surprise, hands flying away from Gerry's shoulders. "Sorry—" he starts.

But instead, Gerry just grins and gives another unnecessarily fake moan of pleasure. "No, don't stop Jon, keep going. Oh your hands!"

"What the fuck," Jon says once his pulse stops the frantic dance out of shock. "I thought I hurt you."

"Only with how good this feels. Don't stop, oh wow! Jon!" His next cry is muffled as Jon shoves a pillow into his face.

Martin appears in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and an amused expression on his face. "What?" he asks, eyebrow lifting. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Gerry laughs into the pillow before swatting feebly at Jon's hands. He's still pinned beneath Jon, which isn't much of a weight, but he doesn't put much effort into it. "Is it working?"

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