Themes/TWs: Massage, Public, Infidelity/Cheating, Cuckold
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The warm scent of eucalyptus filled the room as Dustin lay on the padded massage table, his fingers loosely intertwined with Jeremy’s across the gap between them. Today marked their second anniversary, a milestone he’d been planning for weeks. This couples massage was supposed to be the perfect start to a romantic evening, a way to relax and connect before the night’s real celebrations.
He glanced at him, most of his body hidden from sight by the oriental-style screen between them, and finally noticed his boyfriend was far more tense than he’d expected. His broad shoulders were tight, his lips pressed together in a way Dustin recognised as nerves. Despite his athletic confidence, Jeremy could sometimes be self-conscious in unexpected ways – a trait Dustin still found endearing.
“You okay?” he approached the subject softly, giving Jeremy’s hand a gentle squeeze.
He hesitated, nodding quickly. “Yeah,” though his voice crack belied his apprehension. “Just... I don’t know. It’s weird being touched by someone I don’t know.”
Dustin chuckled warmly, his smile widening. “Babe, it’s just a massage. You’ll love it, people say this place is amazing, really something else! I promise you, you’ll want to come back again - just chill out, it’s supposed to be really relaxing.”
Jeremy exhaled sharply, his free hand brushing through his hair. “I know, I know. It’s just... what if it feels too good?” he muttered, lowering his voice. “Like, what if it’s... embarrassing?”
Amused by the innocence of his concerns, Dustin laughed softly, leaning toward him. “Babe, it’s not like that. You’re overthinking it. I’ll be right here the whole time.”
The jock nodded reluctantly, though his shoulders didn’t relax. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You’re probably right.”
“I always am,” Dustin teased, giving his hand another squeeze. “Now stop worrying.”
The anticipatory silence filled the room, shattered only by the sound of the door opening as they were joined by one of the masseuses, a small woman of Asian heritage who smiled thinly down at Dustin as she approached his table. Cold hands gripped tight around his calf like a vice as she began to dig her thumbs into the tender muscle; Dustin’s brow furrowed as his eyes sought out Jeremy, but his boyfriend’s eyes were fixed on the opening door once more as Jeremy’s masseur stepped into the room and, a moment later, into Dustin’s limited view. He was, in a word, stunning: a tall and broad-shouldered man whose blue eyes raked over Jeremy’s sheet-covered form before swinging over to lock onto Dustin’s. From somewhere deep within him, a shiver wriggled through his body, earning a disapproving huff from his own masseuse as she moved across to his other leg, her temperament a world away from the calm but commanding presence the other side of the screen. Dustin watched as the handsome Adonis anointed his hands – strong and large – with a fragranced oil, before settling those paws firmly on Jeremy’s shoulders, starting to knead into the tense muscles there. “My name’s Austin,” the masseur began, his eyes now sparkling as he looked down at the reclining Jeremy, “ and you, mister, have got a lot of stress.” His hands paused this rhythm as a smile crossed across his handsome features, his voice dropping lower and smoother than before. “Let’s see what I can do about that.”
Jeremy exhaled softly, his body softening slightly under the touch. “Yeah,” he muttered, his tone unsteady. “That’d be good."
Dustin smiled at the sight, his voice light with affection. “See? You’re already relaxing, babe.”
The masseur’s lips slipped into an unreadable expression as his hands moved across Jeremy’s shoulders in slow, practiced movements. “Celebrating something special?” he asked casually, as his gaze trailed languidly across the recumbent form before him.
“Our anniversary,” Dustin replied proudly, eager to share news of their milestone. “Two years.”
Austin hummed thoughtfully, his fingers pressing deeper into the jock’s muscles. “Two years,” he drawled out, his voice smooth but faintly mocking. “That’s sweet.”
Jeremy’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features as Austin’s hands pressed deeper into his shoulders. His eyes darted briefly toward Dustin, almost as if seeking reassurance. “Yeah, it’s, uh... a big day.”
The masseur’s hands shifted lower, now tracing the swell of Jeremy’s biceps, the toned muscle looking more defined than ever in its coating of oil as his fingers evoked a ticklish gasp. “You must take care of each other well,” he said lightly, though his tone carried a teasing edge. “Not everyone gets this kind of attention.”
Jeremy exhaled shakily, his body relaxing further under Austin’s touch despite the apprehension he felt; those strong hands tracing the sensitive nerves along his well-built biceps was making it hard to think. At the back of his mind, he could feel something stirring as if waking up from weeks’ long hibernation; he opened his mouth, but whatever he wanted to say faltered into silence as Austin again ran his fingertips across his hotspots. Across the divide, Dustin blinked at the comment, feeling a flicker of unease, but before he could respond, he watched as Austin slunk from behind Jeremy’s head to stand to his side, leaning that handsome face down and murmuring something too low for Dustin to hear.
Whatever Austin said made Jeremy flush, his lips parting slightly as he let out a quiet, shaky laugh, his eyes flickering almost imperceptibly towards his boyfriend before returning to the ceiling. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered. “I guess.” Austin’s eyes flicked briefly toward Dustin, the smirk on his lips sharpening as if daring him to intervene.
Dustin’s own masseuse worked silently, going through the motions of massage unenthusiastically and offering him little distraction as his attention kept pulling back to Jeremy. He watched, rapt, as the masseur’s hands slid to his boyfriend’s chest now, kneading the firm muscles there. Dustin’s stomach tightened as he thought he saw the masseur rake a fingernail against the nub of Jeremy’s nipple – his boyfriend’s soft, familiar gasp seemed to confirm it – but it happened so quickly that he doubted his own eyes. Jeremy’s free hand hovered briefly before brushing Austin’s arm in what might have been an accidental graze—except his fingers lingered just a fraction too long.
“Jeremy?” Dustin said softly, his voice tinged with concern. “You’re okay, right?”
Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting Dustin’s. “Yeah,” he said quickly, though his voice cracked slightly. “It’s just... really good. I didn’t expect-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.” Interrupting, Austin cast his eyes across to Dustin, his smile morphing into a smirk as he leaned closer to Jeremy’s ear, murmuring something inaudible again, Jeremy tilted his head toward him, his flushed cheeks deepening. The corner of his mouth twitched, a flicker of a smile, but his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.
his hands sliding lower across Jeremy’s body as he took a step sideways and disappeared from view, behind the screen. A second later, Jeremy’s body stiffened briefly, his gaze flicking toward the screen separating his body from Dustin’s sight as though startled. Then, slowly, his lips curved into something Dustin couldn’t quite read—half a grimace, half a smirk. He exhaled softly, his shoulders sinking further into the table.
Dustin tried to lean, straining to see but the ornate frame blocked everything below Jeremy’s diaphragm and he had earned a harsh clucking noise from his own masseuse who was now tapping dispiritedly along his navel. A short, sharp intake of breath from across the gap pulled his attention back, and for a moment, he could have sworn it sounded like a plea to stop. Raising his eyes up, he could only see Jeremy’s face, his flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Silence again filled the room, and then decidedly, not silence. First a rustle, then a chuckle, and finally a faint, rhythmic noise drifted from behind the divider. His stomach churned at the sound, soft but wet, filling the room with an air of something far too intimate to be professional. He swallowed hard, trying to dismiss the knot of unease growing in his chest and reassure himself.
Jeremy’s head tipped back slightly; his lips parted as his breath came in short, uneven bursts. Dustin watched as he raised his free hand up and ran it through his hair, before resting it on his collarbone with a sigh of contentment, the muscles in his arm flexing as if to anchor himself. Dustin tightened his grip on Jeremy’s other hand, desperate for reassurance. He felt the fingers twitch weakly in his grasp, his boyfriend’s body shifting against the table. Jeremy’s breathing grew heavier, shallow gasps punctuating the faint slurping sounds. Dustin opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, his throat tight. What could he even ask? What was he hearing?
Jeremy’s chest heaved as he muttered shakily to himself, “I’m fine,” though his voice cracked, and his body jolted.
“Jer’?” Dustin asked softly, his voice trembling. “You sure you’re okay, right?”
His head turned slightly toward Dustin, his flushed face damp with exertion. “Y – yeah,” he stammered, though his breath hitched again as his body twitched violently. “It’s... I’m fine. Just...”, he coughed deeply, almost a groan, his eyes casting downwards, “…enjoying the massage.”
The words made Dustin’s stomach flip. His gaze darted back to the screen, his mind racing with questions he didn’t want to ask. The wet noises continued, tauntingly slow and deliberate, and his grip tightened around his boyfriend’s hand as if to ground them both. Dustin’s own masseuse eyed their clasped hands disapprovingly and muttered under her breath, packing up her kit and making some small gesture to the sky as she excused herself from the room.
As the door closed, all of Dustin’s attention homed in on his boyfriend, watching as Jeremy’s upper body arched slightly, lips trembling as he let out a faint whimper. The jock forced his head back against the table, his jaw tightening as though he were trying to contain himself. But his hips jerked faintly, betraying his struggle.
“Stay still,” Austin murmured from behind the partition, his voice teasing but hoarser than Dustin remembered it being. “Let me do the work.”
As the rhythmic, wet noises started up again – when had the noises stopped, Dustin asked himself as the knot in his stomach tightened, before or after Austin had spoken? – Jeremy’s breath came out in a shaky moan, his back bowing as his free hand shot out above him, gripping the edge of the table behind his head. Dustin’s heart pounded as he watched his boyfriend unravel before him, his confusion mounting as Jeremy’s moan fractured into smaller grunts, and then, finally, heavy breaths. The slurping sounds slowed, replaced by faint, suckling noises and a low, contented hum that sent a chill up Dustin’s spine and made him swallow involuntarily.
Then, Austin’s hands appeared in Dustin’s line of sight, sliding up Jeremy’s chest with calculated ease. Dustin’s breath hitched as he saw the masseur’s slick fingers brush over the pert nipples again, circling the sensitive peaks before giving them a sharp, playful pinch.
His boyfriend flinched, his breath catching audibly. “N – no,” he stammered weakly, though his body arched into the touch. The hand clenched into a fist at the head of the table quickly buried itself between his lips, his head turning sharply away from Dustin as he muffled out. “It’s... too much.”
Unseen, Austin chuckled softly, his tone dripping with amusement. “Too much?” he repeated, his fingers rolling Jeremy’s nipples between them before one hand separated and traced a serpentine path downwards, out of view once more. “I think you can take it.”
As the sound of slick friction filled the space, Jeremy suddenly groaned, his voice breaking as his chest heaved. His body twisted again, harder this time, his hips lifting faintly off the table before falling back. “P – please,” he choked out from beneath his tooth-bitten fist, though it wasn’t clear if he wanted the ministrations to stop or continue.
Dustin’s grip loosened, his breathing uneven. His lips parted as though to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Jeremy’s eyes clenched shut as his body bucked; Austin’s visible hand lingering with maddening precision, his nail grazing Jeremy’s skin until another shudder escaped.
The tension in Jeremy’s body coiled tighter with each touch, his movements becoming more erratic. He let out a soft, broken cry, his head tipping back as his entire body trembled. “ Oh god – Austin!” he gasped, his voice raw and desperate.
Dustin’s stomach churned at the sound of the name, the words tumbling out so quickly to make a name so close to his own yet definitely not his. “Jer’,” he said finally, his voice strained and trembling as he desperately tried to anchor them both in the reality of their relationship. “I… I love you...”
Jeremy’s head turned toward him, his glassy eyes locking with Dustin’s for a fleeting moment as if on autopilot. “I love y—ohh—” His voice broke into a strangled moan as his body convulsed, his hips bucking sharply against the table, five, six times. Jeremy’s balled hand shot out from his mouth to grip Austin’s coaxing one, intertwining their fingers in a movement so fluid it seemed rehearsed. His chest heaved, but this time the tension wasn’t resistance—it was something more deliberate, something shared.
The masseur chuckled lowly, his tone full of smug satisfaction. His hand, still entwined in Jeremy’s fingers, lingered on his chest, trailing over the flushed skin as the jock’s body twitched violently. “There it is,” Austin murmured, his voice soft but unmistakably pleased. “Knew you had another one in you.”
Jeremy groaned, his head falling back as his chest heaved. His hand dropped limply to his side, his entire body trembling with oversensitivity as, again, Austin flicked a nail across his nipple. “S – stop,” he mumbled weakly, though there was no conviction in his voice.
Austin stepped back into Dustin’s view, his smug smile unwavering as he brushed Jeremy’s chest one last time, drawing a sharp jerk. “All done,” he said brightly, his tone full of mock professionalism as he deftly tossed a small washcloth into the laundry basket beside the bed with his other hand, the one that had hidden itself from view. “I hope you’re feeling… completely relaxed now.”
His boyfriend let out a shaky sigh, his body sinking into the table as he finally released his grip on Dustin’s hand and stretched his arms out. “That was... amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but content. Across the gap, Dustin stared at him, his heart pounding as his thoughts swirled, arm still outstretched for a reassuring hold that he started to fear would never return. “Babe,” he started hesitantly, his voice trembling. “What just—?”
His boyfriend blinked at him, his faint smile widening but not quite reaching his eyes. He glanced at Dustin briefly, his expression unreadable, before turning his gaze to the ceiling and expelling a lungful of air. “You were right, it was… something else,” he said distractedly, though the serenity in his tone only deepened Dustin’s unease. The smile he wore lacked the warmth Dustin was accustomed to; he noted with a growing ache in his chest, the detached expression more closely resembled the masseur’s cruel smirk than anything recognisable as his boyfriend’s smile. “I’ll think about coming back,” he murmured, his tone distant, musing aloud as though Dustin wasn’t even in earshot.
Austin cast one last unreadable glance between them, his smirk lingering like a taunt before he stepped out from view and, with a final, self-satisfied chuckle, out of the room. Jeremy’s gaze followed him, a conspiratorial smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t look back at Dustin, but the smirk lingered. Jeremy leaned back on the table with a contented sigh, while Dustin drew his ignored arm back to his side, stewing in his discomfort and fighting a crushing feeling of loss that threatened to wash over him. His heart felt like it was breaking and his mind racing with unspoken questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask as his voice croaked feebly, to himself more than anyone else.
“Happy anniversary...”
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Please be kind, I have not written anything like this for well over a decade.
Story written by me (@mGlottalstop); beta-read for spelling, grammar and readability by AI as I did not have a beta-reader available. AI input strictly limited to clarity and proofing.
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The warm scent of eucalyptus filled the room as Dustin lay on the padded massage table, his fingers loosely intertwined with Jeremy’s across the gap between them. Today marked their second anniversary, a milestone he’d been planning for weeks. This couples massage was supposed to be the perfect start to a romantic evening, a way to relax and connect before the night’s real celebrations.
He glanced at him, most of his body hidden from sight by the oriental-style screen between them, and finally noticed his boyfriend was far more tense than he’d expected. His broad shoulders were tight, his lips pressed together in a way Dustin recognised as nerves. Despite his athletic confidence, Jeremy could sometimes be self-conscious in unexpected ways – a trait Dustin still found endearing.
“You okay?” he approached the subject softly, giving Jeremy’s hand a gentle squeeze.
He hesitated, nodding quickly. “Yeah,” though his voice crack belied his apprehension. “Just... I don’t know. It’s weird being touched by someone I don’t know.”
Dustin chuckled warmly, his smile widening. “Babe, it’s just a massage. You’ll love it, people say this place is amazing, really something else! I promise you, you’ll want to come back again - just chill out, it’s supposed to be really relaxing.”
Jeremy exhaled sharply, his free hand brushing through his hair. “I know, I know. It’s just... what if it feels too good?” he muttered, lowering his voice. “Like, what if it’s... embarrassing?”
Amused by the innocence of his concerns, Dustin laughed softly, leaning toward him. “Babe, it’s not like that. You’re overthinking it. I’ll be right here the whole time.”
The jock nodded reluctantly, though his shoulders didn’t relax. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You’re probably right.”
“I always am,” Dustin teased, giving his hand another squeeze. “Now stop worrying.”
The anticipatory silence filled the room, shattered only by the sound of the door opening as they were joined by one of the masseuses, a small woman of Asian heritage who smiled thinly down at Dustin as she approached his table. Cold hands gripped tight around his calf like a vice as she began to dig her thumbs into the tender muscle; Dustin’s brow furrowed as his eyes sought out Jeremy, but his boyfriend’s eyes were fixed on the opening door once more as Jeremy’s masseur stepped into the room and, a moment later, into Dustin’s limited view. He was, in a word, stunning: a tall and broad-shouldered man whose blue eyes raked over Jeremy’s sheet-covered form before swinging over to lock onto Dustin’s. From somewhere deep within him, a shiver wriggled through his body, earning a disapproving huff from his own masseuse as she moved across to his other leg, her temperament a world away from the calm but commanding presence the other side of the screen. Dustin watched as the handsome Adonis anointed his hands – strong and large – with a fragranced oil, before settling those paws firmly on Jeremy’s shoulders, starting to knead into the tense muscles there. “My name’s Austin,” the masseur began, his eyes now sparkling as he looked down at the reclining Jeremy, “ and you, mister, have got a lot of stress.” His hands paused this rhythm as a smile crossed across his handsome features, his voice dropping lower and smoother than before. “Let’s see what I can do about that.”
Jeremy exhaled softly, his body softening slightly under the touch. “Yeah,” he muttered, his tone unsteady. “That’d be good."
Dustin smiled at the sight, his voice light with affection. “See? You’re already relaxing, babe.”
The masseur’s lips slipped into an unreadable expression as his hands moved across Jeremy’s shoulders in slow, practiced movements. “Celebrating something special?” he asked casually, as his gaze trailed languidly across the recumbent form before him.
“Our anniversary,” Dustin replied proudly, eager to share news of their milestone. “Two years.”
Austin hummed thoughtfully, his fingers pressing deeper into the jock’s muscles. “Two years,” he drawled out, his voice smooth but faintly mocking. “That’s sweet.”
Jeremy’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features as Austin’s hands pressed deeper into his shoulders. His eyes darted briefly toward Dustin, almost as if seeking reassurance. “Yeah, it’s, uh... a big day.”
The masseur’s hands shifted lower, now tracing the swell of Jeremy’s biceps, the toned muscle looking more defined than ever in its coating of oil as his fingers evoked a ticklish gasp. “You must take care of each other well,” he said lightly, though his tone carried a teasing edge. “Not everyone gets this kind of attention.”
Jeremy exhaled shakily, his body relaxing further under Austin’s touch despite the apprehension he felt; those strong hands tracing the sensitive nerves along his well-built biceps was making it hard to think. At the back of his mind, he could feel something stirring as if waking up from weeks’ long hibernation; he opened his mouth, but whatever he wanted to say faltered into silence as Austin again ran his fingertips across his hotspots. Across the divide, Dustin blinked at the comment, feeling a flicker of unease, but before he could respond, he watched as Austin slunk from behind Jeremy’s head to stand to his side, leaning that handsome face down and murmuring something too low for Dustin to hear.
Whatever Austin said made Jeremy flush, his lips parting slightly as he let out a quiet, shaky laugh, his eyes flickering almost imperceptibly towards his boyfriend before returning to the ceiling. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered. “I guess.” Austin’s eyes flicked briefly toward Dustin, the smirk on his lips sharpening as if daring him to intervene.
Dustin’s own masseuse worked silently, going through the motions of massage unenthusiastically and offering him little distraction as his attention kept pulling back to Jeremy. He watched, rapt, as the masseur’s hands slid to his boyfriend’s chest now, kneading the firm muscles there. Dustin’s stomach tightened as he thought he saw the masseur rake a fingernail against the nub of Jeremy’s nipple – his boyfriend’s soft, familiar gasp seemed to confirm it – but it happened so quickly that he doubted his own eyes. Jeremy’s free hand hovered briefly before brushing Austin’s arm in what might have been an accidental graze—except his fingers lingered just a fraction too long.
“Jeremy?” Dustin said softly, his voice tinged with concern. “You’re okay, right?”
Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting Dustin’s. “Yeah,” he said quickly, though his voice cracked slightly. “It’s just... really good. I didn’t expect-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.” Interrupting, Austin cast his eyes across to Dustin, his smile morphing into a smirk as he leaned closer to Jeremy’s ear, murmuring something inaudible again, Jeremy tilted his head toward him, his flushed cheeks deepening. The corner of his mouth twitched, a flicker of a smile, but his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.
his hands sliding lower across Jeremy’s body as he took a step sideways and disappeared from view, behind the screen. A second later, Jeremy’s body stiffened briefly, his gaze flicking toward the screen separating his body from Dustin’s sight as though startled. Then, slowly, his lips curved into something Dustin couldn’t quite read—half a grimace, half a smirk. He exhaled softly, his shoulders sinking further into the table.
Dustin tried to lean, straining to see but the ornate frame blocked everything below Jeremy’s diaphragm and he had earned a harsh clucking noise from his own masseuse who was now tapping dispiritedly along his navel. A short, sharp intake of breath from across the gap pulled his attention back, and for a moment, he could have sworn it sounded like a plea to stop. Raising his eyes up, he could only see Jeremy’s face, his flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Silence again filled the room, and then decidedly, not silence. First a rustle, then a chuckle, and finally a faint, rhythmic noise drifted from behind the divider. His stomach churned at the sound, soft but wet, filling the room with an air of something far too intimate to be professional. He swallowed hard, trying to dismiss the knot of unease growing in his chest and reassure himself.
Jeremy’s head tipped back slightly; his lips parted as his breath came in short, uneven bursts. Dustin watched as he raised his free hand up and ran it through his hair, before resting it on his collarbone with a sigh of contentment, the muscles in his arm flexing as if to anchor himself. Dustin tightened his grip on Jeremy’s other hand, desperate for reassurance. He felt the fingers twitch weakly in his grasp, his boyfriend’s body shifting against the table. Jeremy’s breathing grew heavier, shallow gasps punctuating the faint slurping sounds. Dustin opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, his throat tight. What could he even ask? What was he hearing?
Jeremy’s chest heaved as he muttered shakily to himself, “I’m fine,” though his voice cracked, and his body jolted.
“Jer’?” Dustin asked softly, his voice trembling. “You sure you’re okay, right?”
His head turned slightly toward Dustin, his flushed face damp with exertion. “Y – yeah,” he stammered, though his breath hitched again as his body twitched violently. “It’s... I’m fine. Just...”, he coughed deeply, almost a groan, his eyes casting downwards, “…enjoying the massage.”
The words made Dustin’s stomach flip. His gaze darted back to the screen, his mind racing with questions he didn’t want to ask. The wet noises continued, tauntingly slow and deliberate, and his grip tightened around his boyfriend’s hand as if to ground them both. Dustin’s own masseuse eyed their clasped hands disapprovingly and muttered under her breath, packing up her kit and making some small gesture to the sky as she excused herself from the room.
As the door closed, all of Dustin’s attention homed in on his boyfriend, watching as Jeremy’s upper body arched slightly, lips trembling as he let out a faint whimper. The jock forced his head back against the table, his jaw tightening as though he were trying to contain himself. But his hips jerked faintly, betraying his struggle.
“Stay still,” Austin murmured from behind the partition, his voice teasing but hoarser than Dustin remembered it being. “Let me do the work.”
As the rhythmic, wet noises started up again – when had the noises stopped, Dustin asked himself as the knot in his stomach tightened, before or after Austin had spoken? – Jeremy’s breath came out in a shaky moan, his back bowing as his free hand shot out above him, gripping the edge of the table behind his head. Dustin’s heart pounded as he watched his boyfriend unravel before him, his confusion mounting as Jeremy’s moan fractured into smaller grunts, and then, finally, heavy breaths. The slurping sounds slowed, replaced by faint, suckling noises and a low, contented hum that sent a chill up Dustin’s spine and made him swallow involuntarily.
Then, Austin’s hands appeared in Dustin’s line of sight, sliding up Jeremy’s chest with calculated ease. Dustin’s breath hitched as he saw the masseur’s slick fingers brush over the pert nipples again, circling the sensitive peaks before giving them a sharp, playful pinch.
His boyfriend flinched, his breath catching audibly. “N – no,” he stammered weakly, though his body arched into the touch. The hand clenched into a fist at the head of the table quickly buried itself between his lips, his head turning sharply away from Dustin as he muffled out. “It’s... too much.”
Unseen, Austin chuckled softly, his tone dripping with amusement. “Too much?” he repeated, his fingers rolling Jeremy’s nipples between them before one hand separated and traced a serpentine path downwards, out of view once more. “I think you can take it.”
As the sound of slick friction filled the space, Jeremy suddenly groaned, his voice breaking as his chest heaved. His body twisted again, harder this time, his hips lifting faintly off the table before falling back. “P – please,” he choked out from beneath his tooth-bitten fist, though it wasn’t clear if he wanted the ministrations to stop or continue.
Dustin’s grip loosened, his breathing uneven. His lips parted as though to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Jeremy’s eyes clenched shut as his body bucked; Austin’s visible hand lingering with maddening precision, his nail grazing Jeremy’s skin until another shudder escaped.
The tension in Jeremy’s body coiled tighter with each touch, his movements becoming more erratic. He let out a soft, broken cry, his head tipping back as his entire body trembled. “ Oh god – Austin!” he gasped, his voice raw and desperate.
Dustin’s stomach churned at the sound of the name, the words tumbling out so quickly to make a name so close to his own yet definitely not his. “Jer’,” he said finally, his voice strained and trembling as he desperately tried to anchor them both in the reality of their relationship. “I… I love you...”
Jeremy’s head turned toward him, his glassy eyes locking with Dustin’s for a fleeting moment as if on autopilot. “I love y—ohh—” His voice broke into a strangled moan as his body convulsed, his hips bucking sharply against the table, five, six times. Jeremy’s balled hand shot out from his mouth to grip Austin’s coaxing one, intertwining their fingers in a movement so fluid it seemed rehearsed. His chest heaved, but this time the tension wasn’t resistance—it was something more deliberate, something shared.
The masseur chuckled lowly, his tone full of smug satisfaction. His hand, still entwined in Jeremy’s fingers, lingered on his chest, trailing over the flushed skin as the jock’s body twitched violently. “There it is,” Austin murmured, his voice soft but unmistakably pleased. “Knew you had another one in you.”
Jeremy groaned, his head falling back as his chest heaved. His hand dropped limply to his side, his entire body trembling with oversensitivity as, again, Austin flicked a nail across his nipple. “S – stop,” he mumbled weakly, though there was no conviction in his voice.
Austin stepped back into Dustin’s view, his smug smile unwavering as he brushed Jeremy’s chest one last time, drawing a sharp jerk. “All done,” he said brightly, his tone full of mock professionalism as he deftly tossed a small washcloth into the laundry basket beside the bed with his other hand, the one that had hidden itself from view. “I hope you’re feeling… completely relaxed now.”
His boyfriend let out a shaky sigh, his body sinking into the table as he finally released his grip on Dustin’s hand and stretched his arms out. “That was... amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but content. Across the gap, Dustin stared at him, his heart pounding as his thoughts swirled, arm still outstretched for a reassuring hold that he started to fear would never return. “Babe,” he started hesitantly, his voice trembling. “What just—?”
His boyfriend blinked at him, his faint smile widening but not quite reaching his eyes. He glanced at Dustin briefly, his expression unreadable, before turning his gaze to the ceiling and expelling a lungful of air. “You were right, it was… something else,” he said distractedly, though the serenity in his tone only deepened Dustin’s unease. The smile he wore lacked the warmth Dustin was accustomed to; he noted with a growing ache in his chest, the detached expression more closely resembled the masseur’s cruel smirk than anything recognisable as his boyfriend’s smile. “I’ll think about coming back,” he murmured, his tone distant, musing aloud as though Dustin wasn’t even in earshot.
Austin cast one last unreadable glance between them, his smirk lingering like a taunt before he stepped out from view and, with a final, self-satisfied chuckle, out of the room. Jeremy’s gaze followed him, a conspiratorial smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t look back at Dustin, but the smirk lingered. Jeremy leaned back on the table with a contented sigh, while Dustin drew his ignored arm back to his side, stewing in his discomfort and fighting a crushing feeling of loss that threatened to wash over him. His heart felt like it was breaking and his mind racing with unspoken questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask as his voice croaked feebly, to himself more than anyone else.
“Happy anniversary...”
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Please be kind, I have not written anything like this for well over a decade.
Story written by me (@mGlottalstop); beta-read for spelling, grammar and readability by AI as I did not have a beta-reader available. AI input strictly limited to clarity and proofing.
