Massage Practice - Part 7

Neither of them mentioned the slip of Drake’s name. Neither of them mentioned the creak of the door. Within minutes, exhaustion pulled them under, tangled in each other and reeking of sex, while just down the hall, Drake lay still awake.

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The next morning, Levi awoke, shifting, only to feel Levi’s arm draped heavy across his chest. Their bodies were still tangled together, sticky and sore, the faint scent of sex clinging to the sheets.

Levi stirred too, mumbling into Seb’s shoulder. “What time is it?”

Seb reached blindly for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and his stomach dropped.

Group text from Drake.

i understand now why neither of you are getting any pussy

Seb sat straight up, phone clutched tight. “Shit.”

Levi blinked fully awake, squinting. “What?”

Seb wordlessly held the phone out. Levi read it once, twice, then his eyes went wide. “Fuck. Fuck.” He ran both hands through his hair. “He knows.”

They stared at each other, panic settling like a weight in the room. Both of them were still naked, the sheets tangled low around their hips.

“What do we do?” Levi whispered, voice sharp. “Do we…deny it? Gaslight him? Say he’s crazy?”

Seb scrubbed a hand over his face. “Or ignore it. Maybe it’s just a stupid joke.”

Levi shook his head. “He doesn’t joke like that. He knows something.”

“Then what?” Seb hissed. “Just text back. Say something like, ‘what are you talking abo…”

They didn’t have time to finish the thought. The bedroom door flew open.

Both of them scrambled, yanking the sheet up to cover themselves just as Drake filled the doorway, arms crossed, smirk plastered across his face.

“Morning, lovebirds.”

Levi’s mouth opened, words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s not…it’s not what you think.”

Seb cut in, stumbling over him. “You’re wrong, man, we weren’t…”

“Oh, give it a rest,” Drake said, holding up a hand to silence them. “Did you idiots forget how thin these walls are? I heard everything. Every moan, every squeak of this shitty bedframe.”

Levi’s face went red. “You…you heard wrong.”

Drake raised his eyebrows, stepping further into the room. “Oh, did I? Then I guess I saw wrong too.” He jabbed a finger toward them, grinning like a wolf. “Because I poked my head in last night after hearing all the noise. And what did I see? Your dick…” he pointed at Seb, “…in his ass.” His finger swung to Levi.

Both of them froze, mouths open but no words came out.

Drake leaned back against the doorframe again, clearly savoring the silence.

“Well?”

Both of them stayed frozen, sheets pulled tight over their laps, staring at Drake like deer in headlights. Neither could form a single word.

Drake let the silence hang until it was almost unbearable, then pushed off the doorframe with a shrug.

“Alright then. While you two geniuses figure out what excuse you’re gonna land on, I’ll head in to work and think about what your little secret’s worth to me. We’ll talk later.”

He gave them one last smirk, then turned and strolled out.

The door clicked shut behind him, and silence swallowed the room. Levi finally exhaled, dragging his hands over his face.

“What the fuck does ‘what it’s worth to me’ even mean?” he whispered, voice sharp and tight.

Seb shook his head, heart still racing. “Blackmail. Has to be.”

Levi groaned. “Christ. This is bad.”

Before Seb could reply, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, hoping it was nothing serious…then his blood drained as he read the message. It was from his massage school friend.

Hey man, sorry. Something came up. I can’t make it to your test today. Good luck though.

“No. No, no, no.” Seb’s hand raked through his hair as panic surged.

Levi sat up straighter. “What is it?”

“My final massage exam. It’s today. I’m supposed to do a live massage in front of my instructor so he can watch and grade my technique.” He held the phone out like it was evidence. “And my volunteer just bailed.”

Levi frowned. “So get someone else.”

“I can’t just get someone else! It’s in an hour. If I don’t do it now, I have to wait three more weeks until the next round of testing. Three weeks, Levi. This is the last step before I’m licensed.”

Levi hesitated, staring at him. “Are you…are you about to ask me to do it?”

Seb’s eyes widened, desperate. “Please. I need you. Just this one thing.”

Levi bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably. “What if I…y’know…”

Seb blinked. “What if you what?”

Levi muttered, “What if I get a boner?”

For the first time that morning, Seb actually laughed. “That’s it? You’re worried about that? Levi, it happens all the time. Seriously. Nobody cares. My instructor’s been massaging for, like, twenty years. He’s seen every possible situation, boners included. He wouldn’t even blink.”

Levi gave him a skeptical look. “So it’s just me, you, and him in the room?”

“That’s it,” Seb promised. “No one else. Just us.”

Levi sighed, then finally nodded. “Alright. Fine. I’ll do it.”

Relief hit Seb so hard he sagged against the headboard. “Thank you.”

Levi stretched, rolling out of bed. “We should shower. You reek of sex.”

They walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, steam rising as hot water poured over them. Seb pressed Levi back against the tile, water cascading down his chest.

“Hold on,” Seb murmured, kneeling in front of him.

Levi arched a brow. “What are you doing?”

Seb grinned up at him. “Helping you control your hormones during the massage.”

Seb wrapped his mouth around Levi’s cock, taking it in slow and seductively. Levi hissed, one hand bracing on the slick wall while the other slid into Seb’s wet hair. Seb worked him with lazy, deep strokes at first, savoring the taste, the warmth filling his mouth. He let his tongue drag under the thick shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

Levi’s breathing quickened, chest rising and falling as he leaned back. “Fuck, Seb…”

Seb reached down, jerking himself with one hand while sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks and taking Levi deeper. The hot water pounded down, mixing with the slick noises of his mouth. He eased off just enough to tease with his tongue before swallowing him again.

Levi groaned low, hips rocking forward, losing control. Seb hummed around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips.

“Shit…I’m close.”

Seb didn’t stop. He tightened his grip on his own cock, stroking in rhythm with the bob of his head. His jaw ached, but he pushed through, wanting Levi undone.

Levi jerked, voice breaking. “Oh, fuck…”

He came hard, spurting down Seb’s throat. Seb swallowed what he could, pulling back just enough for the last hot streaks to hit his tongue and lips. He moaned around it, still pumping his own cock until he spilled over his fist, streaks of white mixing with the water and sliding down the drain.

Sebastian stood and kissed Levi as both sagged against the wall, panting, water washing the sweat and cum from their skin.

Levi chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, that’ll probably help.”

Seb grinned up at him, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Told you.”

They lingered under the spray a few more minutes before drying off and dressing. Seb packed his oils and notes into a small bag, nerves returning now that the fun was over. Levi pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, stretching his shoulders like he was already preparing for the test.

Together, they headed out, the weight of Drake’s threat lingering unspoken as Seb led Levi toward the massage school.

They pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare. Seb drummed his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, his bag of oils sitting between his feet. Levi leaned back in the passenger seat, arms folded, staring at the building like it was a courthouse.

“So…” he finally said, voice tight. “Do I have to get naked for this? Or can I, like, keep my boxers on?”

Seb glanced at him, trying not to smile. “Usually it’s naked. That way there’s no material blocking any part of the body that needs to be worked on. It’ll be a very thorough massage, I have to work every part of you…well, not every part.” He said with a smirk.

Levi let out a long exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay. I can do this.”

Seb reached over, squeezing his knee. “Thank you. Seriously.” Then he leaned in and kissed him, brief but sweet. “Let’s go.”

Inside, Sebastian’s instructor was waiting by the front desk. He was in his fifties, stocky, with calm eyes and a clipboard tucked under his arm. He smiled warmly as they approached.

“Sebastian. You ready?”

“Yes, sir,” Seb answered quickly, nerves kicking up again.

The instructor’s gaze shifted to Levi. “And you must be today’s volunteer.”

Levi nodded, extending his hand. “Levi. Nice to meet you.”

They exchanged a firm handshake before the instructor led them down the hall to a dimly lit room. A massage table sat in the middle, neatly draped with a thin towel. A single chair rested in the corner for the instructor to sit and observe.

“Alright, Sebastian,” the instructor said, settling into the chair with his clipboard. “Go ahead.”

Seb took a breath, slipping into professional mode. He turned to Levi, who perched awkwardly on the edge of the table.

“Okay, so I’m going to treat you like a new client,” Seb explained. His voice was calm, steady. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

Levi shook his head. “Nope.”

“Any problem areas I should know about? Pain, soreness?”

“Shoulders and back sometimes. But nothing major.”

“Any recent surgeries or injuries?”

“No.”

“And what level of pressure would you prefer? Light, medium, or firm?”

Levi glanced at Seb like he wanted to joke, but Seb gave him a look that said don’t. “Uh…medium, I guess.”

“Alright. Then you can undress to your comfort level and get under the towel. I’ll step out for a moment.”

He nodded at the instructor, and the two of them left the room.

Inside, Levi stripped down quickly, folding his clothes on the small table against the wall. After a second of hesitation, he slipped off his boxers too, muttering, “Comfort level, my ass.” He climbed onto the table and pulled the towel over himself, adjusting it until he felt at least somewhat covered.

A knock sounded on the door. “You ready?” Seb’s voice asked.

“Yeah.”

The door opened, and Seb and the instructor returned. The instructor sat quietly in the corner, pen ready, while Seb warmed oil in his hands.

“Alright,” Seb murmured, focusing. “We’ll start with the head and shoulders.”

He began at Levi’s scalp, working slow circles with his fingertips, then moved down to knead the tension out of his shoulders. Levi’s muscles were stiff, his expression tight like something was wrong. Seb glanced down and noticed the thin towel tenting with his erection.

Levi’s eyes flicked open, panic on his face as he looked to the instructor and back to Sebastian. “Shit. Sorry.”

Seb kept his voice perfectly professional. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a common response during massage due to increased blood flow throughout the body. Nothing to stress over.”

The instructor scribbled something on his clipboard, unreadable expression on his face.

Seb continued down Levi’s chest, arms, and stomach, working slowly and evenly. When he reached Levi’s feet, Levi twitched, suppressing a laugh. “Fuck…oh sorry…didn’t mean to say that…it just tickles.”

“Try to relax,” Seb murmured, kneading gently until Levi settled.

From there he worked Levi’s calves and thighs, moving methodically, before announcing, “Okay, time to flip.”

He lifted the towel carefully, shielding Levi as he rolled onto his stomach, then draped it neatly back over him.

The back portion went smoother, Levi relaxed more with each stroke. By the time Seb worked his way up to his shoulders again, Levi’s breathing had slowed, his head tilted lazily to the side. A soft snore slipped out.

Seb smiled faintly but stayed focused, finishing with his clean, practiced technique. “Alright, all done. Take your time getting up. Open the door when you’re ready.”

He nodded at the instructor, and the two of them stepped out.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Levi emerged, dressed again, hair slightly messy. The instructor was shaking Seb’s hand, smiling.

“Excellent work. Congratulations, Sebastian, you’ve passed.”

Seb’s grin nearly split his face. “Thank you, sir.”

The instructor turned to Levi, offering his hand. “And thank you for volunteering.”

Levi shook it firmly. “No problem.”

As they walked back to the car, Seb was practically buzzing, bouncing on his toes. “That’s it. I’m done! I’m certified!!”

Levi grinned at him, clapping him on the back. “Hell yeah, bro. I’m proud of you.”

Seb slid into the driver’s seat, exhaling all the nerves he’d been carrying for weeks. Levi leaned back, watching him with a smile, and for the first time since Drake’s text that morning, everything felt lighter.

“Did he say anything about my boner? I heard him write something after that happened so I know he made a note” Levi inquired.

“Just that I handled the situation very professionally. He didn’t say anything else though.”

“Okay good. I was mortified. Let’s go home.”

They get back to the house, still a little on edge from the morning. Drake’s sprawled on the couch, TV playing low, and the second he sees them, that shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Well, well,” he said, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Look who finally decided to show up. I got back from work and no one was home. Busy day, boys?”

Seb and Levi glanced at each other but didn’t answer.

Drake chuckled. “Relax, I haven’t said anything to anyone…yet. But I gotta say…I’m dying to know. How’d this little bromance start exactly? Did you just wake up one day and decide to start fucking?”

Neither of them spoke. Levi’s jaw flexed like he was fighting the urge to tell him to fuck off.

Drake leaned forward, eyes glinting. “Don’t make me start guessing out loud. Or maybe I should just ask mom when things started to change around here?”

That got Seb to sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fine. It started with me practicing massage on him. Just…normal stuff.”

Levi cut in reluctantly. “Then he got a little…carried away.”

“Carried away?” Drake’s eyebrows shot up.

Seb winced. “I, uh…jerked him off.”

Drake whistled low, grin widening. “No shit. Alright, keep going.”

Levi shifted uncomfortably. “Then I pulled something working out. He worked on me again, it got heated, and…we ended up, you know. Taking it further.”

“And further,” Seb added quietly. “It just…grew from there. Sneaking around. Sex. Everything.”

Drake leaned back, nodding slowly like he was listening to a great story. The smirk never leaving his face. “Damn. Didn’t think you two had it in you. That’s…kinda hot.”

Seb frowned. “So what now? You gonna keep dangling this over us forever?”

Drake shook his head, his grin curling into something sharper. “Nah. I already decided what I want.”

Levi’s voice tightened. “And what’s that?”

Drake let the pause stretch just long enough before answering. “I wanna watch. Just once. You two go at it, and I’m a ghost after that. Never say a word to anyone.”

The room got dead quiet. Both Seb and Levi just stared at him, mouths open, like their brains short-circuited.

Drake only smirked more, stretching out on the couch again. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You wanted me to keep quiet, that’s my price. Take it or leave it.”