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“Jesus you’re so tense!” Changbin scolds after grabbing Jisung by the shoulders. They’re at the gym - Jisung begrudgingly - and Changbin is feeling him up to ‘ assess his form.’
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He’d told Hyunjin on FaceTime that he hadn’t been sleeping well and Hyunjin had reminded him that it's probably all the tension in his neck and shoulders.
“Uh...maybe because you’re fucking tense? ”
“Need a massage?” Chan has just arrived and caught the tail end of their conversation.
“No-” Jisung says at the same time Changbin says,
“Desperately.”
“You have to go to this guy at the spa in Incheon. He’s fucking magic.”
“Yes!” Changbin agrees. “I just told Hyunjin the same thing. That man changed me.”
“Whatever, guys. I’m not spending that kind of money on something so frivolous.”
“Frivolous is a reach when you’re that physically impacted,” Chan argues. “But your birthday is coming up so they have a discount. The rest is on me - as a gift.”
“Come on, Sung,” Changbin insists. “It’s free. Just go.”
“Fine - fine . If it’ll shut you two up.”
--
A few days later, Jisung is walking into a pristinely white building, decorated in pale blues and greens. Soft, soothing music hums through invisible speakers.
Jisung is nervous, which is ridiculous and kind of counterintuitive to the whole idea of a spa. He makes his way to the counter where he assumes he is supposed to check in.
A beautiful little blonde man smiles at him from behind the counter. His hair is in braids and his attire matches the spa.
“Good morning. Can I get your name and the name of your massage therapist?”
“Hi, yes. I’m Jisung and I’m here for Minho?” He says it like a question, what the hell is wrong with him? Jisung has probably over-prepared for this appointment. He read the massage tips which had directed him to drink lots of water and wear loose clothing. They’d also recommended rest after the massage so Jisung has cleared his schedule for the rest of the day.
Jisung intends to get an A+ in massage. Which is a normal thing to want and completely possible to achieve.
“Perfect.” The blonde man passes him a clipboard with a few pieces of paper. “If you could just fill those out real quick, Minho will be right up.”
Jisung nods and grabs a seat in a white leather chair. The forms include basic information like his name and birthday, as well as information about medical concerns, injuries, and what he wants from his massage. He writes ‘ I don’t know’ for many of them, but indicates his tension as his main concern.
He returns his paperwork to the man at the counter. “Thanks Jisung,” he says, flipping through to check that he got all the blanks. “Oh! We have almost the same birthday!” He says a little too loud for the setting. “I’m the fifteenth.”
“Oh well...happy early birthday.”
“Back at you,” the man winks.
“Jisung?” A deeper, raspier voice calls from across the room.
Jisung looks up to see a man who is definitely not human. He’s some sort of perfect sexy android or something cause what the fuck?
He smiles when Jisung looks up and walks to the counter to take the clipboard from the blonde man.
“Thanks, Felix,” The man turns to face Jisung again. “I’m Minho. You can follow me.”
Jisung does because he has to but his head is spinning. He’s going to let that man touch his body? Jisung makes the mistake of looking at his hands and - Jesus Christ. They look strong and lithe, probably from massaging all day long. Why does Jisung think his hands are hot?
Minho takes him to a dimly lit room with a table, a chair, and a counter full of what he assumes are massage supplies. Soft music is still playing but Jisung can’t help but think this one is...sultrier.
“This is your first massage?” Minho asks.
Jisung goes to ask how he can tell but then sees he’s reading it off the form.
“Uh...yeah. Don’t really know what to expect.”
“I see that,” he chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. It’s all about your comfort, okay?”
Jisung nods.
“Okay. Go ahead and undress to your comfort level, then you can lay on the table, tummy down, under the blanket alright? I’ll give you some privacy.”
With that, Minho disappears. Jisung turns to the room and then steps over to the chair in the corner. There are also hooks there so he imagines that’s where he’s supposed to undress.
He does. Down to his briefs which he decides to leave on - he doesn’t need Minho to see his whole dick today.
Jisung is pleased to find the bed is warmed in some manner. He slips under the sheet, settles into the space and rests his head in the little circle.
A few moments later, there is a soft knock at the door and it opens a crack. “Ready for me, Jisung?”
Jisung indicates that he can come in.
Minho sets about doing something, making soft sounds and Jisung tries to relax.
The next time Minho speaks, he’s right above Jisung’s head.
“Gonna start with your shoulders okay? You mentioned feeling tense?”
“Actually, everyone else keeps telling me I’m-” Jisung stutters when Minho’s hands graze his shoulders, “...tense.”
“Yeah, I feel that,” Minho presses his hands across Jisung’s shoulders and damn it hurts but it’s so good. His hands have just enough oil to make them glide smoothly. “What’s got you so worked up?”
Jisungs eyes are closed in pleasure, pressed to the circular pillow.
“Work, I guess. My job is a little stressful.”
“Mmm. You should get a massage more often. But not to worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Jisung’s stomach flutters at that.
Minho stops speaking then, focusing on Jisung’s neck and shoulders.
Jisung talked a lot of shit, but Minho is no joke. He uses exactly the right amount of pressure to release the tension in his shoulders and land just on the right side of pain.
He asks more than once how the pressure is, but Jisung always tells him, “ perfect.”
When his neck and shoulders are loose and tension free, Minho’s hands move down Jisung’s back. He’s a little surprised, he kind of assumed the massage wouldn’t go much past his problem areas. But he isn’t disappointed. He never wants this to end.
Minho loosens up his back but Jisung has lost track of time so he isn’t sure for how long. He moves to his arms, his hands, Every bit feels as good as the last.
Then, Minho moves to his left leg. He lifts the blanket enough to reveal Jisung’s leg all the way up to his ass cheek. Jisung would be embarrassed if he wasn’t already melted into the the table.
Minho presses his oiled hands to Jisung’s instep and he groans.
He immediately floods with embarrassment and apologizes.
“Don’t apologize. It means I’m doing well.”
He is doing well. Too well. Jisung’s feet are...sensitive. He feels every brush shoot up his leg to his groin and he feels himself hardening in his briefs.
Shit.
He goes to speak but...what is he supposed to say? “Hey Minho, could you ease up? I have a weird foot thing and I’m gonna be bricked up in a minute if you don’t.” So, Jisung doesn’t speak, just lets minho keep working him up and hoping his groans don’t give him away.
Minho finally moves his hands up his leg to his calf and then thigh. Jisung lets out a sound of relief.
Until Minho starts at Jisung’s hip. It’s nothing. Not really, he pushes on the outside a bit to stretch his glutes. But it rocks his body - and half chub - against the massage table. In seconds he’s fully hard.
He’s glad when Minho stops, but it’s only to move to the same process starting from his other foot. Jisung is biting his lip to keep from whimpering during the whole process and praying Minho doesn’t figure him out.
When Minho stops Jiusng is relieved, believing the massage is over but-
“Go ahead and turn over,” Minho says, lifting the cover to give him space to do so.
“I-”
“Are you okay? Comfortable?”
Jisung doesn’t know what else to do so he turns over.
He’s safe for the briefest of moments until Minho drops the blanket into his lap.
It takes him only a moment to notice.
“Oh..I-” Minho stutters.
“I’m so sorry,” Jisung blurts. “I didn’t mean...I don’t know-”
“Jisung, it’s fine. It’s more common than you think.”
“...really?”
“Yeah. When you’re...that relaxed, it sometimes just happens.”
“O-okay...”
“Do you want to stop?”
“You can...if you want. If you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m not. And it’s about your comfort, remember?”
Jisung can hear the smile in his voice, can barely see it in the dark.
“Okay. Then you can continue. If you’re sure.”
Minho oils up his hands again and gets to work on the tops of Jisung’s legs. He’s focused on the task so, in the low light, Jisung allows himself to look at him more closely.
Minho’s features are sharp and soft in all the right places. Soft, round cheeks, highlighted by sharp cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Petal pink lips below a razor sharp nose.
Jisung wants to eat him.
Minho continues rubbing Jisung’s feet and legs and it’s not helping Jisung’s case in any way. He continues to bite his lip to keep any embarrassing sounds from slipping out but a few still get by.
He sighs in relief when Minho moves back to near his head. His hands move to press into Jisung’s shoulders, now from the top, and Jisung is forced to turn his head to avoid staring directly at Minho’s beautiful fucking face.
“Uh...Minho?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it also common for you to get hard during a massage?”
Minho looks down to see what Jisung is seeing - Minho’s dick at half mast in his yoga pants.
“Oh...um...no. That’s certainly less common.”
Every inch of Jisung’s skin is on fire and Minho’s hands are burning against his ribs and he can’t help himself. He whines and his hips kick up.
“You’re still really tense, hm?” Minho’s voice has changed. It’s dark and syrupy now and it goes straight to Jisung’s groin. He feels a great amount of tension directly in his lower belly.
“Mhm,” he manages to whimper.
“Should I...help you relieve some of that?” He trails his hands down over Jisung’s stomach until they rest just above the blanket that covers Jisung’s hips.
“Yes,” he croaks. He doesn’t have an ounce of demure left in him.
Minho slowly pulls the blanket down and over Jisung’s hips and legs until he’s bare on the table, except for his briefs. He’d be embarrassed of the tent there if he wasn’t so fucking excited.
Minho’s hand grazes over Jisung’s bulge and he has to fight to keep from crying out. His hips kick up again anyway.
“Eager,” Minho comments and Jisung wants to cry. Like, in a hot way.
He presses against Jisung more firmly and Jisung does yelp a bit.
“Shhh,” Minho shushes him. “You’ll have to keep quiet, Jisung. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Jisung croaks, though he isn’t all that sure. He just wants Minho to keep going.
“Can I take these off?” He hums as he slips his fingers under Jisung’s waistband.
Jisung once again answers in the affirmative and his briefs hit the floor. He’s finally completely naked, bare in front of Minho.
A few pumps from the bottle at Minho’s side and oil is dripping onto Jisung’s inner thighs. Minho presses in there, putting pressure into his thighs and groin, but entirely avoiding where Jisung needs him most. Jisung’s head swims with desperation and he tries to push himself into Minho’s hand.
“ Relax ,” Minho drawls, pressing Jisung back down onto the table. “I’ll take care of you.”
Jisung whimpers to indicate he’s not sure.
But Minho was honest. He wraps his hand around Jisung’s cock and Jisung cries out in relief. The oil makes the glide smooth and Minho applies just the right amount of pressure.
“Oh my god,” he breathes as Minho picks up speed. “ Oh my god .”
Jisung glances over, wanting to see the beautiful face attached to the hand giving him so much pleasure. He’s surprised to find Minho looking flushed and overwhelmed himself. Then Jisung remembers...his eyes drift down to find Minho still straining in his pants. He reaches out without thinking.
Minho gasps when Jisung makes contact with his dick over his pants.
“Jisung,” he absolutely moans and Jisung nearly comes on the spot. “Y-you don’t need to...this is about you, remember?”
“This is what I want,” Jisung insists, pressing harder against Minho. He wants to make him feel good too. Minho stops fighting.
When he asks, Minho lets Jisung shove his pants down his hips to the floor. In minutes they’re both breathing hard, Minho bracing himself on the bed near Jisung’s hips. When Jisung can’t take it anymore, he grabs Minho by the hips and hauls him over.
“C’mere.” He pulls Minho onto his lap and he goes willingly. Their thighs are slotted together and Jisung pulls until he can wrap his hand around both of their cocks.
“Jesus Christ,” Minho whines. There’s enough oil and precum between the two of them that his hand slides over their lengths easily. They’re both already worked up and the additional stimulation has them flying towards the edge.
“Ji-jisung,” Minho starts and Jisung knows.
“Me too. Come. I’ve got you.”
He does with a strained sound that has Jisung following suit.
When they’ve returned to this planet, Minho’s forehead is pressed to Jisung’s and they’re panting hard into each other's mouths.
“This is the best massage I’ve ever had,” Jisung says sincerely, and they burst into laughter.
--
“You could have told me Minho was that kind of masseuse.”
Jisung refused their gym invite yesterday so they’re at a coffee shop working on beats.
“Okay, it’s ’massage therapist,’ don’t be rude,” Chan says at the same time Changbin asks, “ what kind of masseuse?”
“You know…like…” Jisung struggles to say it.”
“Good?” Changbin tries.
“Hot?” Chan guesses.
“Like… happy ending!” Jisung whispers the last bit.
The two larger men go silent, heads turned and eyes locked on Jisung.
“Wait…”
“What?”
Jisung blinks.
“Um-“
“Did you and Minho fuck?”
“Keep your voice down, Seo Changbin!”
“What the fuck Minho’s never even put a move on me,” Chan pouts. “Do I not look gay enough?”
“You look plenty gay,” Changbin soothes his boyfriend and Jisung fakes a gag. “He’s never tried anything with me either.”
They both turn back to Jisung.
“Well then…what the fuck?”
—
Jisung tries to hold out but he ends up returning to the spa a little over two weeks later. Minho is haunting his fucking dreams, both day and at night.
Jisung thinks about his hands and the way he touched him, but also about his soft words and alluring demeanor.
Mostly, Jisung wonders how they did all that without even kissing.
He wants to kiss him.
“Jisung?”
Jisung looks up to find dark, familiar eyes. Minho looks the same, the only difference a barely-there stiffness in the way he speaks. It wouldn’t even be noticeable if Jisung wasn’t hyper aware of Minho’s mannerisms. Then and now.
“How are you Jisu-“
“Why did we do what we did last time?” Jisung interrupts the second the door is shut. That same spa music lilts in the background.
Minho’s eyes go wide. “D-did you not want to? I-“
“No, shut up, of course I wanted to. I told you I did.” Minho relaxes perceptibly. “My friends told me you didn’t do that with them. Did Chan like, pay you extra or..?”
“Christ, no,” Minho runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m not that kind of massage therapist.”
“Then..?”
“I’m sorry. I know it was really unprofessional. You were just..” he waves his hand over Jisung’s body like it’s supposed to mean something, “and I couldn’t resist. I was just gonna…touch you, but then you insisted and I’m only a man, Jisung-“
“Minho, please,” Jisung is getting frustrated. “Just…you did it because you wanted to? Because you…liked me?”
And Minho smiles. “Yeah. Because I really like you.”
And Jisung smiles back. “Cool. Then can I kiss you?”
“You don’t want your facial?”
“Jeez, buy a guy dinner first.”
They’re laughing when they kiss.
—
“Jisung. Jisu - hnng, stop. Stop please-”
“You know exactly what you need to say to make all this stop, sweetheart.”
But Minho doesn’t safeword. He just throws his head back and cries.
He’s tied to his massage table - their massage table, the one they bought for home. Jisung has a wand massager pressed to his dick hard, and Minho is squirming underneath him. He’s already come once but Jisung is sure he can pull another from him.
He offers some relief, removing the wand and dropping it. Minho’s body - stretched like a rubber band ready to snap - finally relaxes, dropping his weight back onto the table, panting. He looks up at Jisung with the widest most docile eyes, so eager to please.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” Jisung pets his hair, wet with sweat and tears, tenderly. “You wanna come now?”
Minho just nods. Jisung can’t resist pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s, sweeter than the occasion really calls for.
Jisung finishes him off with his mouth on his cock and his fingers in his ass and then unties him so they can cuddle.
“I love you,” Minho hums into his neck.
“Love you, angel.”
Jisung has never been less tense in his life.