Page 17 of Jack Frosting

“Man, you are tight. I feel like if I keep scaring you like this, we’re gonna have to repair a hole in the ceiling. We need to get you to relax.”

I wasn’t sure that was possible with a half-naked, giant muscle man walking around my kitchen, but I was curious where he was taking this conversation.

“I have a friend that owes me a favor. I’ll text him now.”

“For what?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a wink as he shoved the first fluffy forkful of syrup-covered pancakes into his mouth. “Mmmm….fuck, you can make a pancake.”

I stared as he leaned back, eyes closed. Another few mornings like this and I’d be the one stuffing sausage into his mouth.

“Massages? How did your friend have room for us at the last minute?”

“These are not the thoughts a man in need of relaxing should be having. Now, get your ass inside the building, Clayton.”

His commanding tone was unexpected, but welcome. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I did as I was told. A receptionist greeted us, calling Jack by name, and told us it would be a few minutes before the therapists would come to get us.

“This place is nice,” I said, trying to make small talk. It had been years since I had a massage and I was a little nervous.

“I come here at least once a month. I’m letting you have Julian today.”

“Julian?”

Jack put his hand on my knee and leaned in. “Julian’s my friend and the best one they’ve got here.”

“Who are you having?”

“Simon. Julian’s boyfriend.”

It didn’t take long before two extremely good-looking men entered the lobby to escort us to the back area. The larger blond one hugged Jack before introducing himself to me as Julian.

“I’ll be taking care of you today. Any places I should focus on?”

“He’s a giant ball of stress,” Jack answered for me. “Everywhere needs some attention.”

“Right in here, gentlemen.”

“Thanks, Simon,” Jack said, slipping past the smaller, dark-haired hunk.

“Are all of your friends good-looking?” I whispered once I was at Jack’s side, eliciting a chuckle. Before he could answer, I noticed there were two massage tables in the room.

“Make yourself as comfortable as you like,” Julian said, “though I recommend taking everything off, especially if you want your glutes worked over.”

I was going to ask if we were sharing a room, but the door closed and I turned to see Jack already taking his shirt off.

“Oh.”

“What?” Jack asked, shirt in hand.

“I…didn’t know we’d be in the same room.”

“I didn’t ask for that. I think they just assumed. I won’t look.” He winked before turning away from me.

I was about to tell him it wasn’t exactly a huge problem when his shorts hit the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so I ended up getting an eyeful of two tan globes. Bubble butt didn’t come close to describing the perfection before me. He pulled one leg up to get the shorts off and I swore I saw it dangling between his legs.

Fuck.

If I could see it from this angle, then he was well endowed. Suddenly, I felt very inadequate and thanked Jack silently for turning around. With all his clothes off, he slipped under his sheet and planted his face in the fitted brace. Of course, I was still completely dressed and rushed to take everything off and get under the sheet before the therapists returned.