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Taehyung works in a spa to pay his bills, while he still goes to college. Many students find part time jobs in coffee shops and stores but he works giving massages, how and why? His aunt owns the place and it pays more. And luckily he has skilled fingers. Everything works fine for him, college from morning to early afternoon and shift on the spa starting at four till eight.
Today is being curiously lazy. He didn’t have his first class, the second was a simple test and for the third his teacher reported sick. So he spends the time before his shift on the spa started in the coffee shop across the street bothering Yoongi.
"You know hyung? You seem stressed maybe you need a massage"
"If i'm stressed is because a little shit is been bothering me since midday"
"Who?" Taehyung smiles and steals another sugar package.
"Yoongi" The manager of the place calls him and Taehyung can clearly see how Yoongi's cheeks dust with a slight pink. Poor hyung.
"Yes?"
"We’re closing earlier today for inventory"
"Okay"
Taehyung watches as the other 3 workers leave a couple of minutes later and the flaming red across Yoongi’s face confirms him that his cute little hyung is staying with hottie manager to do the job.
"Okay hyung" he picks up his backpack. "Use protection" he whispers and leaves before Yoongi can find something sharp enough to throw at him.
At 04:17 Taehyung is ready for work and waiting for his first client. He tries to keep the professionalism but some people feel like chatting so he have found himself many times putting the volume down of the stereo to hear them.
His last client thou, likes the relaxing music he has in store for it. He is someone Taehyung sees at least once a week and that never fails to make him all flustered and embarrassed by the end of the session.
Jeon Jeongguk just loves to tease him.
And Taehyung hates it as much as he likes it. But he only likes it deep, deep down.
Jeongguk enter the room, winks at him and goes to change. Taehyung starts preparing himself mentally for the hot piece of ass that the man is. Honestly is a torture. Jeongguk is all muscled and downright hot as hell, including his oh so handsome face.
Involving with the costumers is actually a rule in the place ‘don’t do it’ so he tries to chant that on his mind.
But today Jeongguk feels a little bolder than before and Taehyung lets the control of the stereo fall when he emerges naked. Stark naked. There’s a towel for him to wear in there, Taehyung is sure but Jeongguk is apparently a fucking exhibitionist that walks that way till lay down on the table. Taehyung doesn’t know if he can stop looking at the ceiling or find himself a glass of water because he is feeling so damn hot. "Oh my god"
"I’m ready" Jeongguk is smirking mischievously
Taehyung clumsily looks for a towel to cover –Jeongguk’s lower area and throws it at the body on the table, to his luck (or not) it lands down on his hips and… “You suppose to be belly down”
Jeongguk hums, arms bend behind his head, “Don’t feel like it”
He doesn’t feel like it, of course. “How can I work then?” Jeongguk grins and says nothing, just a raise of a brow. Taehyung bites his lips but gets closer and starts with his arms that he promptly lays for him.
“Use that cream from the other day, smells good”
Taehyung recalls the last time Jeongguk was there and he thinks it is lavender and something scented one, he checks the ones he has at hand and finds the little bottle. It’s almost empty but it has to do. He applies it and his hands are almost shivering, it’s always like this at the beginning, Jeongguk is a pro at making him nervous and right now he has his dark gaze set on him.
Taehyung runs his hands up his arm, big muscled arm, and walks around the table to work on the other one, Jeongguk stays stills. He bites his lip and moves his hands to his chest, strong and firm chest –Taehyung internally cries because this idiot is kinda perfect. He switches to his stomach and fuck, those abs are mocking him. Taehyung continues then towards his legs and yes, they’re also perfect. Fuck his life. When he dares to look up, Jeongguk has his eyes close.
Taehyung stops when he thinks is enough, “You can switch now”
“Ah?”
“Turn around”
Jeongguk’s lips curls up and he sits, “I already feel loosen up”
“I work magic” Taehyung checks on his nails and walks closer to the other –you know to be ready to do that magic on his back
“Yeah” Jeongguk waits for him to be close enough and reaches forward with one hand. “I haven’t try this though” he circles his arm around Taehyung waist, “Can’t be sure yet” His other hand cradles Taehyung’s face and tilts it in the right angle to just lean a bit and then…
The kiss finally happens.
Taehyung opens his eyes wide then he closes them and he does try to push Jeongguk away but for like the first five seconds.
Jeongguk doesn’t waste time and pulls him strongly against his body, one hand still on his waist the other running down his body, when he gets to his butt, with both hands he lifts him up and Taehyung is the one sitting now, Jeongguk between his legs, not letting go of his mouth, sucking and biting on it.
“I knew you’ll be sweet”
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Yoongi didn’t want Taehyung to find out about him coming there so he goes in the morning when he knows the other is studying. The receptionist gives him the masseur’s names and he picks up one of the other two males working there as well, chicks makes him uncomfortable. When is his turn and he enters the room, he grimaces at the totally white walls and the large floor to ceiling window. What if someone sees him through that?
"Don’t worry! We are on the fourth floor and it’s actually tinted, no one can see inside"
"Oh"
"You can change there" the guy points to a door that turns out to be a bathroom as well.
Yoongi takes the towel around his waist and feels more expose than he though. Suddenly not so eager for the massage at all, that guy is going to see his skinny pale body, but doing the inventory with Namjoon the day before was a total nightmare and he needs to forget about it even for a bit so he mans up and opens the door.
The guy, Hoseok, if he doesn’t recall wrongly is waiting on a chair next to the table, all smiles.
"Lay down in the table"
Hoseok’s eyes seem to travel up and down his body or maybe Yoongi is imagining things now. He lies on his stomach and tries to relax a bit. It’s after all just a massage he wanted in the first place.
"I’ll start now" Hoseok says before placing both hands already coated in massage oils on his sides, going up his back to his shoulders, “Some knots you have” He notes.
“Yeah…”
Yoongi starts hearing the relaxing music in the background so he closes his eyes, Hoseok keeps rubbing all his back with firm hands and is kind of soothing. It supposes to be like that, right? Hoseok goes from his back to his thighs, all the way down to his toes.
“Usually I get women; today I guess I’m lucky”
Hoseok murmurs above him and since Yoongi doesn’t understand he ignores it. What he can’t ignore however is the way Hoseok’s hands travel up his legs again and stops where the swell of his butt begins, under the towel.
Okay, he is the masseur; he knows what he is doing, right?
Then those hands keep rising up and downright he is grabbing his butt cheeks and at this, Yoongi is pretty sure it is not in the package session. Unless this is one of those places with ‘happy endings’.
“What are you doing?” he raises on his elbows.
“You’re tense again”
“You’re touching my ass!”
“Relax, Yoongi-ah, that’s why you are here for”
“Again. You’re touching my ass!”
“You have a nice one, I can tell”
Hoseok leans and Yoongi soon feels his breath on his nape. “Like I say, relax Yoongi-ah. Let me do all the work, okay”
“You–” Yoongi can feel the heat on his face, he is probably blushed all the way from his chest up till the tip of his ears.
“Some of my clients like it and today I’m lucky enough to have a cutie like you in my table. I’ll be extra good”
In what kind of place did Yoongi got himself into?
Fuck, all this because he didn’t want Taehyung to know.
Oh my god, does Taehyung do this for his clients too?
And w–
Hoseok’s hands are still coated in oil and Yoongi feels them all over his butt, massaging slowly and yeah, that’s the towel that used to be covering on the floor. Okay. So he is completely naked with a crazy pervert touching his body in a place he thought was a spa. He is again laying down when Hoseok pushes him gently, those hands keep working on his cheeks and Yoongi bite his lips swallowing hard. How is this supposed to go? How is this is going to end?
Hoseok is honestly mesmerized by the sight of the boy beneath him and when he parts his cheeks, he almost salivates at the sight of his pink hole there just screaming to be teased. Hoseok is happy to please.
Yoongi feels a finger tracing around his rim, he fists his hands on the thin sheet below. Hoseok tells him to stop fighting and loosen up, “I’ll make you feel good” using the oil as lube he pushes his long finger, in and out at a slow pace, he pushes another not much later, Yoongi squirms a bit making him smile in satisfaction, “Your tight”
Yoongi feels mortified but he is kind of enjoying the way Hoseok moves his fingers inside him, the attention he is getting all the sudden, first Namjoon screwing with his mind and now…him, Hoseok. “Wa–”
“Don’t tell me to stop. You know you want me to”
“But–”
H0seok leans down, chest pressing to Yoongi’s back, “But if you really want me to stop, I’ll stop”
Damn. Why’s life so hard? How can h–
“I’ll take that as a no” Hoseok kisses his neck and goes back to his ministrations.
He keeps teasing him with his fingers and as Yoongi keeps whimpering softly he is growing hard in his pants. He is used to it, normally it goes down once he is done. This time thou, when he has Yoongi swaying his hips back, Hoseok is rock hard and he doesn’t think this is like the other times at all.
“Damn, Yoongi-ah” he pulls his fingers out, “You look so good right now” he can see the flush covering the side of his face visible, parted rosy lips, pliant body. “Can I fuck you?”
Yoongi narrows his eyes, how can he ask him that?
“You know I take silent’s as a yes”
Oh my god. Fuck his life.
Hoseok takes him by the hips and drags him into himself, Yoongi’s feet touch the ground but his upper body is still on the table, Hoseok behind him and soon enough Yoongi feels something pressing behind.
“Never wanted to put my dick inside someone as I want with you now”
Oh my god.
Hoseok squeezes more of the first oil he can put his hand in, sleeking his cock and letting in drop down Yoongi’s crack. Yoongi instinctively opens his legs more and prepares for what is coming and Hoseok delivers.
Hoseok doesn’t miss the way the head of his dick pushes pass Yoongi’s rim and then he is shoving the rest all the way. “Fuck”
Yoongi briefly thinks, this is absolutely worst that the night before with Namjoon.
But the true is that he enjoys both.