Massage Therapy or I

He flips open his phone and thumbs through the contacts idly, searching for someone who could possibly help, someone who just happens to have an interest in massage lately, someone who is probably just selfless enough to crawl out of bed and drive all the way over there to give him one. He knows full well what name he's going to end up on, but he needs to scroll past it a few times before he can draw up the courage to call it.His back twinges a little, and he winces. Okay, what the hell, here goes.(Pure self-indulgent Nakatsu fluff. Written September 2013.)