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After complaining about how sore his muscles were getting for several weeks, Price recommended John to a specific masseuse to work out the tension in his body. He had been a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, especially considering that this masseuse was apparently a retired veteran. He expected a harsh, cold exterior, rough hands, and a potentially painful experience.
However, one look at the giant, blond brick house of a man that greeted him for the appointment had John smitten. Simon was charming, handsome, and unbelievably hot.
Needless to say, all of his pent up tension was completely gone when he walked out of that massage session.
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13 Apr 2026
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The sound of the front door handle moving had II up from the couch and rushing to round it and assess his friend.
He could hear wet squeaking and soft grunting as he presumed Vessel took off his shoes, then the man appeared in front of him, holding out a plastic bag with a slightly trembling arm, looking like he was used to enduring a downpour of rain every day when returning home, unfazed even with his hoodie hanging down on him, soaked through, hair not faring much better, stuck to his forehead.
“Shit, Vee,” II fretted. He took the offered bag containing their takeout and cursed again when he felt just how cold his friend’s fingers were. “Go, change before you freeze.”
The man shrugged, sounding entirely earnest when he said, “It’s not that bad.”
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02 Apr 2026
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“It’s good to see you, Johnny,” Simon murmurs against his brow, warm breath coasting across John’s ear, goosebumps leaving a shivering path in its wake.
“Yeah,” John says, allowing Simon to pull him closer, inhaling that familiar scent of spice and tea and Simon. Something he never wants to be without again, something that’s kept him awake for nights on end, because he’s missed him so fucking much. “It’s good to see you too, Lt.”
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30 Mar 2026
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The singer stopped moving his hand and glanced at each of them before tilting the can in his hand a little toward himself as if to check how full it was. “I’ve never kissed anyone,” he said, voice level, matter-of-fact.
“What?” IV frowned, head tilting to the side in confusion. He looked first at II as if he held all the answers but only received a shrug of his shoulders, so he turned to III next, then the man in question.
“I don’t have a worst kiss story,” Vessel explained, tone measured. At the wide-eyed expressions he received, he averted his gaze and repeated, “Because I’ve never kissed anyone.”
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It turns out Vessel has never been kissed. II, III and IV are good friends and make up for it.
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29 Mar 2026
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II heard his love sigh before readjusting his body to try and press even closer, bury his face even deeper into II’s chest, chasing an impossible goal of touching each other more than they already were. II couldn’t help the fondness that bloomed in his chest, as warm as the night was, nor the smile that worked its way onto his lips that he quickly pressed into Vessel’s hair.
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25 Mar 2026