Note: Hey guys! It feels like forever. lol. I started writing some stories again on a03 and completely forgot about fanfictiondotnet. I figured I would post here as well for the people who are strictly readers of this site only. Enjoy!
The door opened revealing a lady who looked to be in her forties with bleached blonde hair, fake boobs, and a slim build, wearing bubble gum pink scrubs.
She glanced down at a file in her hand, before looking around the room and calling out, "Mr. Hale?"
Derek, who was looking down, zoned out in his own little world, quickly woke up hearing his name. His head popped up and his eyes met the lady across the room, "Yes?"
"Follow me." The blonde said, making a gesture with her hand.
The lady led him to an empty therapy room.
"Take a seat, the masseuse will be with you shortly." She said dryly before setting his file on a tray by the door and closing it behind her.
Derek took in his surroundings as he took a seat on the edge of the massage table that sat in the middle of the room.
The lighting in the room was on the dimmer side, giving off a more relaxed, warm vibe. There were white candles lit on either side of the table, a few by the sink area, and a couple of others on a shelf on the opposite side of the room, along with some incents in a bowl giving off aromas of lavender and vanilla.
He took a whiff, trying to calm his shaky nerves. Derek was used to being shirtless and being somewhat intimate with his coworkers daily, with his job as an actor, but there was something about the thought of having to be completely naked and have a stranger touch his body in soothing ways that made him uncomfortable.
Derek fidgeted in his spot and folded his arms into his chest as the a/c kicked on, blowing cool air into the room. He looked around at the encouraging sayings and pictures on the walls finding it hard not to roll his eyes.
Not long after, the muffled sounds of a man and woman talking by the door could be heard.
Derek watched on edge as the door knob turned and he was greeted by a guy in his mid-twenties, with short brown hair and lightly freckled cheeks, wearing gray scrubs with a small white towel hanging on his shoulder.
"Hello Mr. Hale, I'm Stiles, I'll be your masseuse today. I hope that is not a problem. I know some men are uncomfortable having a man touch them, so, if that is an issue speak now or forever hold your peace." The masseuse said with a small chuckle.
"No, it's fine. I think I would prefer a man, having a woman touch me would just be awkward." Derek said blushing slightly at the thought.
"Really? I think you might be underestimating my abilities, Mr. Hale. I've been told I have magic fingers." Stiles said amused, wiggling his long digits in the air.
"No offense, but I doubt a guy could leave me feeling aroused like a woman could," Derek replied.
"Hmm, that sounds like a challenge." Stiles voiced somewhat excited, at the thought of proving his client wrong.
"No, not a challenge. I'm sorry if I offended you. I'm sure you're good at your job."
"Relax Mr. Hale. I'm just pulling your leg. I tend to use my humor in times of awkward moments, you'll get used to it." Stiles claimed, walking over to the sink.
"So, tell me Mr. Hale, what brings you in today?" He asked with his back to his client as he washed his hands.
"Can I make a request first?" Derek asked, watching as his masseuse took the towel off his shoulder and wiped his wet hands off on it.
"Yes, sure," Stiles said turning to face his client once more.
"Can you call me Derek, the formalities drive me nuts, I feel like I'm at a doctor's office."
Stiles laughed.
"Sure thing, Derek. So, what brings you in today, Derek?" He asked with a small smile on his lips.
"I was doing a stunt at work and injured my thigh. I think I pulled a muscle; I noticed my back has been tightening up on me lately as well." Stiles looked over Derek's paperwork as he talked, nodding along.
"Ok, so, you're here for a deep tissue massage?"
"I was actually thinking about getting the happy ending massage. When I told my friends I needed a massage they insisted I try it."
Stiles looked at him amused, "A happy ending massage?"
"Yeah, is it like deep tissue massage?" Derek asked curious.
"Uh, close. It's more of a relief-type massage, it's supposed to be very pleasurable. Clients tell me they feel completely relaxed, like a puddle of mush afterward." Stiles stated.
"Well, that sounds good. I guess I'll take that."
The masseuse looked him over for a second, wondering if the man knew what he was getting into. He thought surely Derek was joking but he never laughed, instead, he looked quite intrigued.
Stiles wondered if maybe he should have been clearer with the details but how much clearer could you be than calling it a relief massage?
"Ok, umm, I'll leave you to get undressed. Just put one of those towels on and lay down on the table." Stiles said, gesturing to the shelf full of cloths and sheets.
"And give me a shout when you're ready, I'll be right by the door." He added.
"Sure," Derek replied, getting off the table and starting to work on his shirt as Stiles shut the door.
A few minutes passed before Derek's built, naked form was laying on the table with a towel over his lower half.
"Ok, I'm ready!"
Stiles came back in the room, taken aback by his client's beautifully built somewhat hairy form.
"Everything ok? Should I be facing the other way?" Derek asked, worried he failed at basic instructions.
"No, you're fine," Stiles replied, clearing his throat, suddenly finding it hard to speak.
"Is it always this cold in here?" Derek asked shivering a little bit and rubbing his hands together, his nipples were hard as rocks.
"Sorry about that, certain treatments get hot, so, we like the leave the air at a certain temp, but don't worry, the oil I use is heated. It will warm you up nicely."
"Umm, ok."
Stiles grabbed the container of oil off the counter and squeezed some on his client's chest.
Derek gasped in surprise enjoying the sudden warmth that came over him, as Stiles began to massage the heated oil into his chest area, rubbing his hard pecks and brushing his thumbs over his client's nipples in the process.
"Everything ok?" He asked noticing how quiet he was being.
"No, yeah, it feels nice," Derek said with a relaxed sigh, closing his eyes.
"Good to hear," Stiles replied, squeezing more oil, this time letting it drizzle down his client's legs.
Derek let out a moan as Stiles put his skilled hands to work, rubbing the kinks out of his muscular thigh.
"Mmm, that feels good."
"Good, just let me know if anything hurts or feels unpleasant." Stiles voiced as his hands moved down working from thigh to calf, to foot, before slowly working his way back up.
Stiles made sure to repeat the same treatment on the other side.
Derek was getting aroused, his cock twitched under the thin towel, begging to come out.
At the feel of his masseuse's fingers brushing against his balls, he jumped.
"You, ok?" Stiles asked, stopping his actions.
"Umm, I think I should turn over now," Derek stressed, placing a hand over his towel, trying to hide his awakened cock.
"Ok, your choice," Stiles said nonchalantly, before turning his head to look away as Derek turned around on the table, readjusting his position and placing his towel over his cheeks.
Stiles waited until he was situated before readjusting the towel and pouring a generous amount of hot oil on his back.
"Ohhh, that feels nice." Derek said with a smile through closed eyes, resting his head on his folded arms.
Stiles worked on pressing hard into his back, spreading the oil as he went and working on his tight knots.
"Oh god, your hands are heaven." Derek moaned.
Stiles chuckled, "Thank you, but we aren't even at the good part."
Derek arched his eyebrows in question but said nothing enjoying the moment.
The masseuse rubbed his back, making circular motions, then moved to his neck, grabbing at the flesh, and kneading it with his fingers, releasing any tension there, before moving on to his head, using his fingers and nails to gently scratch Derek's scalp and rub tender areas.
Derek was a pile of mush, putty in his masseuse's very capable hands.
Stiles moved his hands lower and began to cup his client's naked ass cheeks.
Derek tensed up, "What are you doing?"
"My job, relax, it will feel good."
"Is this normal?"
"Oh yeah."
"Really?"
"Nothing to be ashamed of, many people store tension in their lower regions."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I get quite a few people with glutes injuries."
"Oh ok, just umm, nothing too crazy." Derek voiced, trying to relax his form once more.
"Ok." Stiles chuckled, as he began kneading his cheeks, before pressing down and sliding his oiled hands across.
"Oh, that does feel nice." Derek moaned through closed eyes resting his head once more.
"Good, I aim to please."
Stiles spent a good five minutes massaging Derek's ass before telling him to turn back over.
Derek did so without so much as a word with closed eyes and a small smile on his lips.
He didn't even notice he was completely exposed.
Stiles smirked seeing that Derek's cock was hard and pointing straight up.
He ignored it and began working on his client's arms and hands.
Another sigh passed.
Then more oil was poured on Derek's chest and stomach, Stiles made sure to rub his fingers directly over his sensitive nipples, adding pressure here and there, and twists and flicks, earning gasps and body twitches along the way.
More rubbing and sliding across his body.
"You're so good at this."
Stiles grabbed his cock this time. "Thanks."
Derek shot up from the table alarmed, gasping, "What are you doing?"
"You said you wanted a happy ending massage."
"Yes, but that's not, I mean, oh my god…" Derek's eyes grew big at the realization.
"I'm so sorry, I never wanted, I mean, not that it wouldn't feel good, your hands are incredible but I'm not, and I don't, I mean, I shouldn't." He rambled on.
"It's ok Derek. There is no need to explain or feel embarrassed, many people get it done. And if you're not comfortable, I completely respect that." Stiles replied, still holding his cock in his hand.
"Really?"
"Yeah, no pressure." He said letting go of it, causing it to slap against Derek's hard abs.
"Ok, thanks." Derek voiced, laying back down on the table, feeling somewhat frustrated as if mentally fighting with his decision.
"You want the towel back on you?" Stiles asked picking it up.
"I guess there is no point in the towel anymore, you already saw everything, right?" He said with a somewhat embarrassed chuckle.
"Pretty much, nice equipment by the way, very impressive." Stiles complimented.
Derek blushed, "Thanks, I guess."
"So where do you want me to rub you?" Stiles asked not wanting to over cross his client's boundaries.
Derek bit his lip trying not to moan. "Umm, my thigh is still pretty sore."
"No problem, just relax, I can see you're tensing up, all this stress is not doing your body any good."
"Ok, I'll try." Derek voiced before taking a calming breath and closing his eyes once more.
Stiles put his hands back on his muscular thigh and began to massage it deeply, earning a groan.
"Is the pressure ok?"
"Yes, it's, it's good." Derek panted out.
Stiles worked his way to his client's inner thigh, lightly brushing his balls, before moving over to give attention to the other thigh.
Derek's breathing picked up and his dick twitch some more.
Stiles noticed and slid his fingers down pressing them against the sensitive skin below Derek's balls, earning a moan.
Seeing his client's positive reaction, Stiles did it a few more times, before grabbing Derek's big balls, starting a light massage.
Derek panted heavily, his body squirmed, and his cock dripped precum.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to make you feel good."
"Ohhh, it hurts, my cock, uhh, it's cramping," Derek stressed as his face cringed up in pain.
"You want me to play with you?" Stiles asked.
"What?"
"Do you want me to stroke your big, hard cock?" Stiles teased, liking the power he held over him.
"Oh fuck."
"Do you want me to make you cum from my touch?" Stiles carried on, adding more pressure on his balls.
"Jesus, yes, oh, please, I'm going to explode."
Stiles smirked amused at his success and drizzled warm liquid on Derek's cock, before grabbing it firmly in his hand, and began to slide his hand up and down on the wide girth, and then eventually using both hands to stroke it.
"How does this feel baby, you like it?" He asked, softening his voice.
"Oh yes, keep going, don't stop," Derek said thrusting up into his hands.
"Yeah, you going to cum for me Derek, you going to soak my hand up with your juices?" Stiles asked as he picked up speed, and Derek worked on matching his pace, thrusting up into his warm hold.
"Ohh, oohhh, ohhh, fuck!" Derek called out buckling his hips as he squirted his load all over Stiles's hand and his bare torso.
"Oh fuck." Derek gasped as his toes curled and his body convulsed as he rode out his wave of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, get it all out for me." Stiles coaxed as he gave Derek a few more tugs, emptying everything out before placing his limp cock down on his cum soaked stomach, and walking over to the sink to wash off.
"Fuck, you're worth every penny." Derek voiced out between breaths, as he worked on slowing his breathing.
"Haha. Thanks. I take it you will be back."
"Fuck yeah."