This was stupid. This was so so stupid and he knew it, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He was already there, already crammed in the tiny room, shirt off, pants off, scratchy robe wrapped around his otherwise exposed body, and butt firmly planted on the stiff padded surface.

He shoulda backed out when he could have. Back when he first walked into the building, the building that reminded him oddly enough of a hospital...or a rehab center. Probably something to do with the all white walls, white floors, white ceilings, white everything...He stuck out like a sore thumb. Just walking into the building he had felt the air change in the room. The receptionist looking at him with unsure eyes, eyeballing him up and down, taking in his tattered clothes and messy hair. He had never felt filthier in his life.

"Hey, I, uh, I got a...thing." He had told her upon walking up to the desk. Also all white, with a little mini waterfall fountain thing running behind it. The only sound in the room was the hum from the stream as it ran continuously.

She had smiled nervously, pulled the voucher from his grip and viewed like it was evidence to a crime seen. After inspecting it she put on her best fake smile before looking up at him. "Looks like you get one free full body massage today, sir. Must be a special occasion! Lucky you!"

Dean had tried to smile back, but felt kinda stupid doing so and he was sure it showed on his face.

"It was a gift." He forced out, for some reason feeling like he had to explain. He didn't belong here. She knew it, he knew it, it was stupid to put on airs like this was a normal thing he did every Saturday or whatever bullshit.

The place was too nice. Dean didn't actually know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. When Seth had told him he had gotten him a gift card, an all paid for free massage, he wasn't expecting to be heading to a freaking spa. Like a real full fledged spa. Seth came here every week? What the fuck?

"You need to relax." Seth had told him after an intense gym session together. "You're all wound up. Like all the time."

"Fuck you, man."

"Dude, you look like you're about to fight me just for implying that you need to chill." That was when he handed him the card. "Take this. I go to this place all the time. Helps when I get bad cramps in my legs. They'll do you good. You owe it to yourself. Relax a little bit."

So maybe he was on edge a little bit all the time. Maybe he did get into one too many bar fights to be considered a "chill" person. But whatever. What did it matter? He was a survivor, and he was a survivor just by the skin of his teeth, and that was all that mattered.

He certainly didn't care. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but he let Seth talk him into it anyway, and he let the lady at the front desk escort him to a room, and he got undressed and he put on the towel and sat and waited like he was supposed to.

Just to get Seth off his back, he kept telling himself. Best to get it over with, even though he felt like an absolute madman sitting in the all white room that smelt like lavender and sandalwood (don't ask how he was able to pick out those smells either.) It couldn't be that bad right? What was the worst that could happen? There was absolutely nothing to freak out about.

Until the fucking door opened, and in walked the most beautiful man Dean had ever seen. Like so beautiful he almost thought he was haluctionating, and when he realized he wasn't, he actually had to look away because looking at him felt physically painful.

"Alright, how we doing today?" He said, voice like fucking velvet, and Dean wanted to die right on the spot. He was insane. Tall, dark, long black hair pulled into a tight bun, neatly trimmed goatee framing full thick pouty lips, and ripped as shit from what Dean could see under his too tight white t-shirt. The dude looked like a god damn God, and it didn't help that he was dressed in all white, making his skin look like it was fucking glowing or something.

Dean swallowed hard. "Fine." He gritted out, feeling suddenly embarrassed by how crass his voice sounded. Too rough in this soft, nice room. Too rough and too out of place. What was he thinking. He was so stupid. So stupid to think he belonged here, to think he could get away with coming to this rich people fancy nice place and just act normal.

The guy just smiled at him, and Dean tried not to smile back, because what the fuck, honestly?

He clapped his hands together. "Well, my names Roman." Course it was. Did this guy come right out of a romance novel? "And you are?"

"Dean."

"Dean." He repeated, soft smile still on his face. "So, full package today, right?"

And then Dean was suddenly reminded that, oh yeah, this dude was going to be touching him...and he wasn't sure what "full package" meant, but holy shit was he nervous.

To be honest, Dean wasn't really that great with touching. He just...didn't really enjoy it. People touching him, him touching people, all of it. It was a comfort zone that he had trouble reaching most of the time (even when he fucked, he fucked hard and fast and with minimal emotion because who needs all that honestly.) He thought maybe since this was a professional environment he'd be able to suck it up, but now he wasn't so sure. Not only did he feel stupid just for being there, knowing that he looked dumb and out of place, he now felt like a fucking wreck thinking about this dude, Mr-fucking-Greek-God, touching him all over. There was no way he'd be able to keep it together.

Roman must have sensed his uneasiness because he broke the silence. "First time?"

God, he just had to say it like that. "Yeah...a, uh, friend suggested I come here...said I was too tense all the time...or something." He let out a forced laugh. "I guess you can tell this isn't really my scene?"

Roman set him with a firm look, and Dean bristled under his gaze as he gave a show of giving him a once over, eyes slowly sliding down his body from head to toe. Suddenly he chuckled, "A skeptic, huh? I like a challenge."

And, ok, that was...weird? Was he checking him out?

Dean shrugged it off, tried to sound as casual as possible. "Just not sure if this is for me. Really just wanted to get him to stop bugging me about it."

"Well, nothing wrong with that." Roman said simply, then walked over to a cabinet where Dean assumed he was getting things ready for them to start whatever this was. "Who's your friend?"

"Seth." Dean said flatly, then quickly continued, figuring he probably didn't know him just by his name. "Um, kinda tall, long dark hair, got a blond patch in it."

"Ah, the crossfit guy." Roman cut him off. "Never been my client but I've seen him come around here a few times."

Dean felt weirdly happy that Seth had never gotten a massage from this particular dude before, but he wasn't sure why. Bragging rights, maybe? No way Seth hadn't spotted him before.

"You do crossfit too?" Roman kept the conversation going, turning around to put some lotions and oils on the stand next to the table he was sitting on.

"Hell no." Dean laughed, feeling a little better now that there was a normal conversation happening. "Don't see the point in all that fancy stuff. Give me a room with a punching bag and no air conditioning and I'm set."

He sorta regretted saying it right after the words left his mouth, because this dude was huge. He definitely worked out, and for all he knew he totally could have just offended him. Last thing he needed was to piss of this guy. He could probably snap his neck like a twig.

To Dean's relief though, he just laughed. "Yeah. Tried the crossfit thing two or three times myself and it wasn't for me either. To each his own, right?"

Dean laughed too, feeling better again. Trying to act natural as he watched Roman finish preparing.

"So, I know you got kinda forced into this, but before we start, are there any problem areas? Anything you want me to focus on? Or anything you want me to avoid? Anything you can think of at all?"

Dean shook his head, unable to think of anything on the spot. Seth just said he had to loosen up, he didn't really have any sore spots to think of himself.

"Alright, let's get started then. Front or back?"

It took Dean a few seconds before he knew what he meant. "Uh, back." He settled on, figuring that way he at least wouldn't have to look this guy in the face.

"Sounds good, on your stomach please." Roman gave him one last smile before Dean listened, moving to lay flat on his stomach. "Ah, wait. The robe."

"Oh, right." Dean awkwardly mumbled, remembering that, yeah, he did have to take that off. He slipped it off his shoulders, leaving it kinda loosely around his waist as he turned to lay down. It fell down on him a bit, but Roman quickly adjusted it as he took position on his belly, resting it on him so it covered just his ass.

And whatever ease he had started to feel before was suddenly gone again. He laid on the table, achingly stiff as he waited for Roman to get started. He could hear the man moving around, heard the pop of a cap opening, felt the drizzle of oil on his back and shivered. Then, when the man's hands finally touched him, he couldn't help but flinch a little.

Roman chuckled soothingly. "Just relax." He spoke under his breath.

It took a couple moments, but Dean finally started to calm down. He forced his body to relax, to not tense up at the touches, and eventually his body was pliable enough that Roman was able to do his job properly.

And holy fuck did he do it good. Dean felt himself fucking melting, like his body was becoming one with the table beneath him. Roman's hands were just kneading him into putty and his body kept sinking more and more into relaxation, until all his limbs were buzzing with happy pleasure. He had never felt anything like it.

"Looks like your friend had reason to be concerned. You got a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders." Roman said, but Dean wasn't even listening. He didn't even realize he had let out a moan in a weak attempt at a response, even though he didn't know what he was responding to.

Roman just continued to work, moving from his neck to his shoulders, to his arms back up to his shoulders, to his back to his sides, then to his lower back. Dean was suddenly really fucking happy he decided to do this.

Then, the hands moved down further.

"You know, that's a good thing your friend was looking out for you like that. Stress can cause a lot of other health issues, both mental and physical...sometimes it's good to just unwind. We all have to remind ourselves of that from time to time."

Roman's voice was like a soft purr in his ear. Dean groaned in response, still not really listening as he felt the hands move past his ass and onto his thighs and damn if that wasn't the fucking spot.

The hands moved down further, and Dean couldn't help but let out a little noise of disappointment as they moved from his thighs to his calves. But his disappointment wasn't long lasting as they returned to the spot just below his ass. Roman dug his thumbs into the flesh there and Dean groaned again.

"So, are you close?"

Dean's eyes burst open, and he hadn't even remembered closing them. "Uh, what?"

"You and your friend," Roman clarified, unphased by Dean's apparent shock. "Seth, right? Are you guys close?"

"Oh, uh," Dean mumbled, getting comfortable again. "He's just a friend."

He wasn't sure why that was his answer, or why he chose to word it like that. It wasn't like the dude had asked if they were, like, fucking dating or whatever, and yet he still decided to answer like that without even thinking. He felt kinda embarrassed afterwards, like he had revealed too much about himself somehow.

But then Roman dug his thumbs into his thighs again, swooping them up in a circle that touched the bottom of his ass, skimming slightly under the fabric of the robe, and it...it felt so good Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he had to force himself not to arch into the touch.

Roman didn't ask any more questions, just hummed in response to Dean's answer and continued to work. After a couple more minutes of Roman working his lower half, he gave him a little pat on his thigh.

"Alright, you wanna turn over now?"

And that's when Dean's stomach lurched. Because he had just now realized that he had a raging boner, which was all fine and dandy when he was laying on his stomach, but now Roman wanted him to turn on his back? And he was just supposed to lay there with his dick pointing to the fucking sky and ignore it like it was no big deal? Hell fucking no.

Dean quickly lifted himself up on his elbows. He peaked around and saw Roman looking at him expectantly. Meeting the man's gaze just made it worse. Yup, just as good looking as he was 30 minutes ago. Fuck. He turned away, biting his lip to keep from cursing out loud, or even worse, moaning.

Sitting up as fast he could, he grabbed the robe and shoved it into his crotch, and then made no move to lay down again.

"Um, listen, I really think my time is up and I probably should be getting outta here." He spoke in one breath, avoiding eye contact.

Roman gave him a confused look. "You have a voucher for a full body massage. You're entitled to at least one more half hour. If you don't want me to do your front…"

"No, no!" Dean cut him off, finally looking him in the eye, and immediately regretting it. Fuck, he was hot. And damn him for having blue eyes. Not helping his dick situation at all. "I just...you know, I think I decided this isn't really for me." He gestured wildly around the room with his free hand that wasn't keeping the robe on his dick. "I mean this place is nice. Like, really know, not really the place for a guy like me. I should probably leave."

He was rambling but he didn't care. Roman gave him one last confused look before his eyes flicked down to Dean's hand on his crotch, and then smiled when he met his eyes again. Dean could have fucking died.

"Ok, um, I think I see what's happening here," Roman started, chuckling a little bit.

"No, I-" Dean tried to defend himself.

"Dean, I get it." Roman held his hands up, stopping him. "It happens all the time."

Dean knew Roman was trying to make him feel better, but he still just felt mortified. Things like this didn't happen to Dean. Dean was the cool, stone cold, stone faced guy who gave other people problem boners and turned them into sputtering messes, not the other fucking way around! Fuck this guy for turning the tables on him!

Roman licked his lips, smirking at him a bit. "Listen, I know this place can be kinda stuffy."

Uh, what? Dean squinted at him, unsure of what he was getting at.

"I get it. Some people feel like the set up is a little too...clinical for their liking. Puts them on edge a bit. I don't blame 'em. Sometimes the all white makes me feel like I'm working in an asylum or something." He laughed and Dean nervously huffed out a laugh with him.

Eyeing him with a steady gaze, Roman reached into his pocket. He pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "I do house calls too. Maybe you'd feel more at ease if we did this at your place? I'd hate to have you miss out on your full package."

Dean stared at the card in his hand, dumbfounded. Roman Reigns. Body and Soul Massage Therapist. There was a number at the bottom.

Dean cleared his throat. "Um, y-yeah. That...sounds good actually."

"Cool." Roman gave him a friendly slap on the arm. "Call me, and we'll set up an appointment."

"Sure." Holy shit was this really happening? Was this dude really giving him his number? To make a fucking house call? What did that mean? There was no way he didn't notice Dean's, uh, predicament, so he had to know, right? He had to be doing this on purpose, right?

Glaring up from looking at the card in his hand, he asked, "You do house calls for everybody?"

Suddenly, he became very aware of how very naked he was (aside from the robe hastily shoved over his crotch,) as the other man raked his eyes over his exposed body. And, yeah, Dean definitely caught that, and that was definitely intentional. This dude knew what he was doing.

Leaning in a little bit, Roman whispered. "Only to those who truly have earned it."

Dean held his gaze, still feeling a little surprised, until Roman broke it with a more hearty laugh.

"So, call me. We'll set up the second half of your appointment. Really, your friend was right. You're all wound up. One more session with me in the comfort of your own home and we'll beat that tension right out of you, trust me."

Dean felt like he could beat something outta himself right now. Beat the meat he was packing til he came so hard he couldn't see straight.

"Alright." He said, slow and easy, trying to will himself to calm down. "I'll give you a ring."

"Great. I look forward to it." Roman finished. Giving his clothed covered crotch one last glance, and eyeing the rest of his exposed body for a good measure too, Roman backed out of the room, leaving Dean to put his clothes back on in peace.

So. That was definitely a thing that happened.