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He began to massage the water all over the singer. Alexis had a musician's tan (i.e., none), and he looked almost ashy. The towel brought a little redness to him, which seemed healthier. A touch of Scott's fingers, slipping off the towel to the now-cool skin, brought a startling revelation. Mellor was a knotted mass of over-control. Scott was touching willpower everywhere, the will to keep on going, to keep dancing and singing. To force himself to conquer yet another stage.

He must hurt like hell, Scott thought. In a different mood, he washed with a little more vigor, cleaning old sweat off the singer's arms and legs, and delving into the taut muscles. This took Scott's mind off his embarrassment for a while. He had done this before, massaging Ennis, though he'd used oil instead.

He hung the towel over his shoulder and brushed Alexis's sweaty hair aside, and began a series of gentle, two-fingered strokes at the base of the neck. Almost immediately, Alexis's eyes closed and his jaw relaxed. Scott moved to the shoulders, digging in thumbs to hit the pressure points, pressing large circles into the singer's flesh with one hand on top of the other.

After he thought he had dealt with most of the ropy knots, he followed the long muscles down the crease of the spine, pausing to thumb the insides of the shoulder blades. When he reached the small of Alexis's back, he hesitated, then thought, What the hell.

He rubbed circles around the dimples and pressed deeply into the sides of Mellor's hips, feeling for where the muscles met joint.

A little unnerved by his daring, he switched to the thighs and worked down the hamstrings. The singer's legs parted a little and Scott got a good look at what was inside. His fingers delved between, compressing and releasing the skin.