Massage Practice - Part 6

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Seb stayed there a moment longer before pulling out slowly and rolling onto his side. They lay facing each other, neither reaching for clothes or daring to move away from this moment.

Outside, the world was quiet, but in Levi’s room, it felt like everything had just changed again.

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The next couple of weeks fell into a rhythm neither of them had dared imagine before. Whenever they found themselves alone, they gravitated toward each other. Sometimes that meant making out until their lips were swollen, other times it meant jerking off side by side or tangled in each other’s arms after sex. Even when they weren’t hooking up, they hung out more than ever by watching movies, late-night talks, working out together. Most nights ended the same way: one of them sneaking across the hall into the other’s room after their parents fell asleep, their secret routine becoming the new normal.

That was until an unexpected visitor came to stay.

Drake, their older brother, called out of the blue. He was in town for work and asked their parents if he could crash for a few nights. Both Levi and Sebastian felt the same twist in their stomachs, worried Drake’s arrival might derail the new life they were building behind closed doors.

Their parents had turned Drake’s old room into a home office when he moved out a few years ago. So Sebastian said Drake could take his room, saying he’d stay with Levi. Oddly enough, that was the only thing they found exciting about the visit: now they had an excuse to share a bed without suspicion.

When Drake finally arrived, it was like no time had passed. He hugged everyone in the doorway, throwing his duffel onto the floor before sprawling on the couch. They caught up quickly, Drake asking their parents about life, inquiring about Sebastian’s massage school, which he answered with a shrug and a proud grin about being nearly licensed. Levi talked about work, downplaying his stress while Drake nodded like he’d expected as much.

Not long after his arrival, their parents departed for a dinner party they had already had planned. Hugging and kissing all three boys before heading out. Once they were gone, Drake smirked and leaned back. “So…either of you getting any pussy these days?”

The question hung heavy. Levi and Sebastian exchanged the briefest glance, panic flashing between them before they both mumbled, “No.”

Drake chuckled, shaking his head. “Figures.”

They ordered Chinese takeout and sat around the living room TV eating and watching some action movie together, just like old times. Later that night, Sebastian walked Drake to his room. He started folding up the massage table to make space when Drake stopped him.

“Actually, uh…think you could give me one? The flight wrecked my back.”

Seb froze, glancing at Levi who’d followed them in. Levi gave a small, unreadable look, somewhere between curiosity and nerves. Seb turned back to Drake, forcing a smile.

“Yeah…sure. If you want.”

Levi left and went back to his room as Sebastian pulled open a drawer, pretending to look for something, then glanced back at Drake. “Go ahead and get undressed to your comfort level. I’ll be right back, just realized I left my oils in Levi’s room.”

Drake raised an eyebrow, a curious smirk tugging at his mouth. “In Levi’s room?” he repeated, but shrugged it off and tugged at his shirt as Sebastian slipped out and shut the door.

Seb crossed the hall and pushed into Levi’s room. Levi was already lying sprawled across his bed scrolling his phone, but he looked up immediately. “So what, you giving him the same kind of massage you gave me?” he teased, grinning.

Seb snorted. “Not a chance. Drake’s the straightest guy ever. No way in hell he’s getting hard from me rubbing his back.”

They both laughed, and Seb dug through his bag for the little case of oils. Levi raised his brows. “Mm, wanna bet?”

Seb shook his head, leaned over, and stole a quick kiss from him. “See you in an hour.”

Back in his own room, the light was off, and for a moment it was hard to make anything out. As his eyes adjusted, Seb froze.

Drake was already stretched out on the massage table. Not in boxers or a towel, but stark naked, lying on his back like he owned the place. His dick, soft but long…easily longer than either his or Levi’s, rested heavy across his lap, pointing toward his hip. A thick patch of dark hair surrounded it, wild and untrimmed, making him look almost primitive compared to Seb and Levi’s neater grooming.

Seb blinked, caught off guard. “Wow. Guess your comfort level is…very comfortable.”

Drake chuckled, completely relaxed. “Come on little bro. We lived together how many years? You’ve seen me in worse.”

Seb swallowed, forcing himself back into professional mode. “Alright then. Flip over, I’ll work on your back since you said that’s what’s bothering you.”

“Nah,” Drake countered easily, folding his arms behind his head. “Better make it a full body, or I’ll feel uneven.”

Seb hesitated, then poured some oil into his hands, warming it between his palms. He started with Drake’s scalp and neck, moving into the broad shoulders. His hands traced over muscle that was firm but carried tension. Then he worked his way down his chest, thumbs sliding through the mat of hair that covered it. Drake’s physique wasn’t cut like Levi’s, but he had solid bulk, and Seb found himself distracted, catching thoughts he didn’t want.

He moved to the arms, the forearms, the wide hands, then back down the chest and stomach. Once he shifted to his lower half to work on his legs, he tried not to notice how close he was getting to the thick bush as he spread oil down the thighs. Each time he slid higher, his fingers skimmed Drake’s heavy balls. Drake didn’t flinch, didn’t even shift, he just stayed stretched out and relaxed.

And like Seb had said to Levi, he was right. Drake stayed soft the whole time.

Seb exhaled and told him to flip, working on the back of his calves and thighs, then climbing up to the big knots in his back. He dug in hard, but they resisted, stubborn.

“Damn,” he muttered. “I can’t get the right angle.”

Drake’s voice was muffled in the face cradle. “Then get up here. You’ll have better leverage if you’re on top of me.”

Seb froze. “That’s…not really ethical for a massage therapist.”

Drake snorted. “It’s just me, man. Screw ethics.”

After a moment, Seb gave in. He climbed carefully onto the table, straddling Drake’s waist. His crotch pressed right up against the curve of Drake’s ass as he leaned forward and started working the knots again. The motion meant he was grinding without meaning to, and before long he felt his own cock swelling against his shorts.

Drake chuckled low. “Feels like somebody’s getting some newly formed tension too.”

Seb flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. That’s…shit. That’s not supposed to happen.”

Drake suddenly shifted under him, rolling over. Seb scrambled back a little, startled, until Drake settled flat on his back again. Only now he wasn’t soft anymore. His cock stood thick and erect against his stomach, a veiny column framed by that wild bush.

“No worries,” Drake said with a lazy grin. “I got one too.”

Seb froze when he saw Drake’s cock standing up against his stomach, thick and veiny and completely unapologetic. For a split second, his brain blanked, and all he could do was stare. Then the flush of panic and embarrassment shot through him.

“Uh…” Seb stumbled over his words, scrambling back so quickly he almost knocked the oil bottle off the table. “I think…I think that’s enough for tonight. You’re good. Muscles feel looser, right?”

Drake smirked, clearly amused at Seb’s fluster. “Looser, sure. Guess I’ll sleep better now.” He stretched like it was the most casual thing in the world, his heavy cock bobbing with the motion before he finally sat up.

Seb busied himself with grabbing towels and wiping his hands, keeping his eyes anywhere but between Drake’s legs. His face burned. “Yeah, great. Uh, good night bro.”

“Night,” Drake drawled, pulling on his boxers like nothing had happened.

Seb practically fled the room, closing the door behind him with more force than he meant. His heart was pounding, cock aching, and he cursed himself under his breath as he slipped across the hall into Levi’s room.

Levi was sitting up in bed, still scrolling his phone, but his eyes flicked immediately to Seb’s obvious bulge. His brows lifted, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “Well, well. That was fast. Didn’t think you’d be back in under an hour.”

Seb groaned and dropped onto the edge of the bed, dragging a hand over his face. “Don’t even start.”

Levi set his phone aside, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “So what the hell happened in there? Because you look like you just popped a Viagra.”

Sebastian hesitated, but there was no point lying. “He was…naked. Like completely naked. Laid out on the table like he it was the most casual thing in the world. And his cock. Dude it was so big, even soft I could tell. So I was massaging him and then…fuck…he made me straddle him to work on his back. And I…I got hard. Then he rolled over and he was hard too. Just lying there, grinning like it was no big deal.”

Levi’s jaw dropped, then he barked a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” Seb muttered, still flushed. “I wrapped it up and got the hell out of there, but I couldn’t exactly make it disappear.” He gestured helplessly at the tent in his shorts.

Levi’s grin widened. “Guess I should help you with that then.”

Before Seb could protest, Levi was sliding down the bed, tugging at Seb’s shorts. He stripped him bare with ease, Seb’s cock springing free, slick at the tip and throbbing from being ignored. Levi didn’t waste time, he leaned in and swallowed him down in one smooth motion.

Seb gasped, hips jerking. “Fuck, Levi…” His hands flew to Levi’s hair, gripping tight as Levi worked him with lips and tongue, taking him deep.

Seb’s head fell back against the wall, eyes rolling. He’d been wound so tight from Drake’s teasing that he was already on edge. A moan slipped out before he could catch it, desperate and raw. “Oh, Drake…”

The name echoed in the room like a crack of thunder. Seb’s stomach dropped instantly, but Levi didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder, dragging his tongue under the length and hollowing his cheeks until Seb was squirming. His eyes flicked up, blazing, like the slip had challenged him.

Sebastian tried to stammer an apology, but all that came out was another moan. Levi pushed him flat on the mattress, climbed on top, and kissed him hard, messy, like he was claiming him. Then he straddled Seb’s chest, cock heavy and leaking as he shoved it toward Seb’s mouth.

Sebastian took the hint, opening wide, sucking him down as Levi went back to working his cock with his hand. The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking and muffled groans.

This continued for several minutes, Seb sucking Levi. Levi jerking Seb. Moans and groans and lust filled the room. Levi eventually pulled out of his mouth, breathless, and moved down, positioning himself over Seb. “Fuck me,” he demanded, voice low and urgent.

Sebastian reached for the lube in the drawer, slicked himself quickly, and guided Levi down. The stretch was tight, Levi’s head falling back with a sharp groan as Seb sank in inch by inch. Seb gritted his teeth, fighting for control as Levi’s heat clamped around him.

“Ohhhh fuck” Seb’s words broke into a growl as he bottomed out.

Levi braced his hands on Seb’s chest and started riding, slow at first, then faster, grinding down with each thrust. Seb gripped his hips, thrusting up to meet him, the rhythm turning frantic. Sweat slicked their skin, the bed creaked under them, and every sound seemed too loud in the dark house.

At one point, Seb thought he heard the faint creak of the bedroom door. His eyes flicked toward it, but then Levi slammed down harder, squeezing tight, and Seb’s brain blanked. Whatever it was, he didn’t care in this moment.

Levi leaned forward, kissing him again, biting his lip, then whispered against his mouth, “Cum in me.”

That was it. Seb grabbed him, thrust up hard, and spilled inside, groaning into Levi’s neck as his body shuddered. Levi jerked himself at the same time, spraying hot over Seb’s stomach and chest.

They collapsed together, panting, sticky, still trembling from the force of it. Seb smoothed a hand over Levi’s back, trying to catch his breath. Levi shifted just enough to curl against him, head on his chest.

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.