Massage Practice - Part 9

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He pulled his clothes back on piece by piece, still flushed and glistening with sweat, then slipped out the door, leaving them sprawled in the bed, messy, breathless, and shaken by how far they’d just gone

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Sebastian collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, skin damp with sweat and streaks of cum drying across his stomach. Levi sprawled beside him, one arm draped across his chest, both of them silent. The air was thick, carrying the faint smell of sex and Drake’s cologne that still lingered in the room from his presence.

Neither spoke right away. It was too much to process.

Finally, Levi muttered, “What the fuck just happened?”

Seb let out a short laugh, almost nervous, rubbing his hand over his face. “I don’t even know. That was…insane. I can’t believe we actually let him…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Levi shifted, resting on his elbow to look down at him. His eyes were wide but curious, not angry. “You realize we’re literally covered in cum right now.”

That broke the tension enough for Seb to snort. “Yeah. We should probably shower before it dries and we stick to the sheets.”

Levi groaned and rolled off the bed. “Good call. Let’s go.”

The bathroom steamed up quickly once they turned on the water. They stepped under the spray, warm water running down their tired bodies, washing away the mess clinging to their skin. At first, it was nothing more than rinsing off, but the closeness of their bodies in the small shower soon shifted the energy. Levi’s hands slid over Seb’s chest, lingering down his stomach. Seb caught his wrist, but instead of stopping him, guided his palm over his cock, which was already stirring back to life.

“You’re unbelievable,” Levi whispered, lips brushing the side of Seb’s throat as he stroked him.

Seb kissed him hard, water streaming down their faces, muffling the wet sounds of their mouths. Levi pushed him against the tile, their cocks pressing together as they kissed deeper, hungrier.

The bathroom door opened. Neither of them noticed at first over the hiss of the water.

Then Drake’s voice broke the silence: “Well, shit.”

They froze. He was standing there in nothing but boxers, hair mussed from bed. He glanced toward the shower, the glass door hiding nothing, then shrugged and stepped to the toilet, pulling his dick out. The sound of his piss hitting the bowl filled the room.

Seb and Levi stood frozen under the water, caught between covering up and pretending nothing was happening.

Drake looked over his shoulder. His cock was half-hard already, jutting forward heavy out of his boxers. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said smoothly, grin tugging at his mouth.

For a moment neither moved, until Levi reached up, slid his hand behind Seb’s neck, and pulled him down into another kiss. Seb gave in, kissing him deep, steam and water mixing with the heat between them.

Drake stripped his boxers off the rest of the way and sat on the toilet lid, stroking himself slow. His eyes didn’t leave them.

Sebastian turned, pressing Levi down onto his knees on the slick tile floor. Levi opened his mouth, tongue flicking out, then swallowed Seb’s cock to the base. The sight nearly undid him…Levi’s lips stretched around him, water dripping down his face, his eyes shining up through wet lashes.

Drake groaned under his breath, hand pumping faster. “Good boy. Keep going.”

Seb braced himself on the wall, hips rolling as Levi worked him deeper, throat tight around him. Every moan vibrated through his cock, every hungry suck pulled him closer. His fingers tangled in Levi’s wet hair, guiding him into a steady rhythm.

Drake’s voice cut in, rough with arousal. “Cum on his face.”

Seb’s whole body jolted at the command. Levi pulled back just enough to nod, lips glistening, spit and water dripping down his chin.

Seb groaned, jerking himself fast, and the orgasm ripped through him. Thick ropes shot across Levi’s cheeks, lips, chin, streaks mixing with the water rushing down. Levi opened his mouth, catching the last spurt on his tongue, moaning low as he swallowed.

The sound of Drake finishing filled the room, wet and urgent. He stroked his cock to the edge and spilled across his own stomach, groaning deep, eyes still locked on them.

He caught his breath, wiped himself with a towel, and stood. Sliding his boxers back up, he smirked. “Goodnight, boys. Don’t wear yourselves out.”

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

Seb and Levi leaned into each other under the shower spray, breathless, overwhelmed, still burning from what just happened.

The next morning, Drake was gone. He left with one last jab thrown over his shoulder. “Don’t wear each other out too much,” he said with a whisper and a smirk before pulling the door shut behind him.

Levi shook his head, but his chest still buzzed from everything that had gone down. He barely had time to sit with it before his phone rang. It was work. Something had gone wrong with a client account, and they needed him on-site in another city. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now.

He hung up, muttering under his breath, then caught Sebastian watching him.

“You’re leaving?” Seb asked.

“Apparently. Emergency trip. I’ve got to fly out this afternoon.” Levi rubbed his temples. “I hate the timing. I don’t want to leave you here.”

Seb grinned. “So don’t.”

Levi lifted his brows. “What, you think I can just sneak you along?”

“Why not?” Seb leaned back, arms behind his head. “You’ll need someone to keep you company. Besides, I’ll lose my mind sitting here with mom and dad and without you.”

Levi stared for a moment, then cracked a smile. “You’re ridiculous.” But the thought stuck, and a few hours later they were shoving clothes into bags and heading for the airport.

By nightfall, they were dragging their luggage across the glossy floor of a downtown hotel lobby. The clerk at the desk tapped her keyboard with a polite smile. “One room with two beds?”

“One room, one bed,” Levi corrected, his tone even.

Her smile faltered for a second before she nodded. “Of course.”

When the elevator doors closed, Sebastian chuckled under his breath. “Smooth. You didn’t even blink.”

Levi smirked. “Why would I? You wanted to come with me. This is part of the deal.”

They reached the room and shoved the door open, tossing bags aside. Sebastian looked around at the crisp sheets and the heavy curtains drawn over the city lights. He grinned. “Something about hotels always makes me horny.”

Levi leaned against the dresser, amused. “Oh really?”

Seb walked up, closing the gap until Levi’s back pressed into the wood. He kissed him rough, hands already working at his jeans. Within seconds Levi was naked and bent forward over the dresser, the cool surface against his palms as Sebastian pushed inside him.

Levi gasped, his knuckles whitening against the edge. Seb gripped his hips, fucking him deep with a steady force that grew harder with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, broken only by Levi’s raw moans.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Seb groaned, driving into him harder. His fingers dug into Levi’s sides, keeping him pinned as his pace grew savage.

Levi’s face pressed down against the wood, his body shaking from the force. Every stroke made his legs tremble, his voice rough with pleasure.

When Sebastian felt his climax rising, he hauled Levi upright without breaking rhythm. He lifted him and flipped him around, strong arms sliding under Levi’s thighs, pinning him against the wall. Levi wrapped his arms around Seb’s neck, legs locked tight as Seb drove into him, the impact rattling the plaster.

“Don’t stop,” Levi gasped into his ear.

Seb growled and kept pounding until the tension broke, his whole body jerking as he came deep inside him. He pressed Levi harder against the wall, riding the high until his thrusts slowed.

Levi’s chest heaved against him, but Seb wasn’t finished. He set him down gently, then dropped to his knees. Without hesitation he took Levi into his mouth, sucking him hard and fast, his tongue swirling as he stroked the base.

Levi’s head fell back, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. His hands buried in Seb’s hair as the heat built quick and violent. Moments later he spilled across Seb’s tongue, his body trembling as release washed over him.

Seb swallowed, lips dragging along him until the last pulse faded, then looked up with a satisfied smirk.

Levi slumped back against the wall, breathless, his legs barely steady. “Hotels, huh?” he muttered with a crooked grin.

Seb stood and kissed him, still tasting him. “Told you.”

Seb was still buzzing from the rush of their hotel room hookup when he tugged his shirt back on. Levi flopped onto the bed with a grin, hair messy, still catching his breath.

“You hungry?” Seb asked, glancing at the time.

Levi raised a brow. “After all that, yeah. What are you thinking?”

“Dinner. Somewhere nice. My treat.”

Levi tilted his head, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Like a date?”

Seb shrugged, pretending casual, though his chest tightened. “I guess so.”

Levi pushed himself up, his grin wide. “Our first date.”

“You mean our first official one,” Seb corrected. “We’ve eaten together a million times.”

“Not like this,” Levi said softly, and that was enough to seal it.

They ended up at a dark, polished steakhouse with leather booths and crisp white tablecloths. The kind of place Levi would normally feel out of place in, but not with Sebastian across from him. They ordered steaks and whiskey, and between bites they reached across the table for each other’s hands. Their fingers wove together on and off throughout the meal, both of them laughing, teasing, stealing glances that carried more weight than either wanted to say aloud.

Halfway through, the waiter paused at their table, curiosity etched across his face. “You two related? You look so much alike you could be brothers.” His eyes drifted down to where their hands were still linked. “Or maybe not.”

They both answered at the same time.

“Best friends,” Levi said.

“Boyfriends,” Seb said.

The words hung for a second, and then they both turned toward each other, grinning wide. Together they finished in unison, “Best friends turned boyfriends.”

The waiter blinked, then chuckled, nodding. “Got it. So, dessert?”

Seb leaned back in his chair with a sly smile. “Already had dessert before we came.”

Levi nearly choked on his drink, color rushing into his cheeks. “Sebastian!”

The waiter raised an eyebrow, fighting a smirk, then moved on without pressing.

When the bill came, both reached for it.

“I said I’d pay,” Seb said, gripping it tight.

“No, let me…”

“Nope.” Seb slid it away from him with a grin. “I win.”

Back at the hotel, the air between them felt softer, charged in a new way. They stripped down and slipped under the sheets, facing each other. No games this time. No rush. Just quiet touches, arms wrapped tight, light kisses, and bodies pressed close until exhaustion pulled them under.

Their first real date ended in the simplest way possible, tangled together, hearts still racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the steak or whiskey.