Sebastian closed the book. The music kept playing. The table still smelled like oil and skin and cum.
He sat in the quiet for a moment before reaching over to turn off the light and contemplate what just happened.
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In the days following, everything between them seemed normal. Levi acted like nothing happened. They went back to their usual rhythm of grabbing food, watching TV, throwing jabs at each other like always. No mention of what happened. No tension. No awkward glances. If anything, Levi seemed unusually at ease.
But every night since the massage, Sebastian laid in bed replaying it. The way Levi looked on the table, the weight of his cock in his hand, the sounds he made when he came. He would jerk off in the dark to the memory, biting back his own moans while picturing the glisten of oil and the slow tension in Levi’s hips right before he lost control. He hated himself for it, but every time his hand would slip into his boxers, all he could think about was his brother.
He told himself it was just a one time thing. A boundary that blurred and then reset.
But then, three nights later, there was a knock on his door…just two soft taps. He was sitting on his bed in boxers, scrolling his phone, not thinking about anything in particular.
“Yeah?” he called out.
The door opened.
Levi stepped in. Just in boxers too. Hair still damp from a shower. His skin had that flushed, post-steam glow, and there was no hiding the slight rise in the front of his underwear.
Sebastian blinked. “Uh…”
Levi scratched the back of his neck, casual as hell. “You still need practice hours? I’ve got some…tension.”
Sebastian stared for a second, his mouth dry. “…yeah.”
Without a word, Levi stepped fully inside, closed the door behind him, and dropped his boxers to the floor. He didn’t look at Sebastian. Just walked past, semi-hard cock leading the way, climbed onto the table, and laid face down without a towel.
Sebastian didn’t move at first. His brain scrambled to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.
Then he stood and turned to the dresser, grabbing the bottle of oil and rubbing it between his palms to warm it. His boxers felt tighter than they had a minute ago, but he didn’t bother fixing it.
He stepped to the table and looked down.
Levi’s back rose and fell with a calm rhythm, his arms resting at his sides. His ass was round, smooth, dimpling slightly at the top of the thigh. And between those pressed together legs, Sebastian could see the very tip of Levi’s cock head. It was dark pink, twitching slightly, and already beginning to swell.
Sebastian dragged in a breath and set his hands on Levi’s shoulders.
He started as usual. Smooth strokes from neck to mid-back. Kneading tension from the traps, pushing downward, following the curve of the spine. But he was barely paying attention to the technique. His eyes kept drifting lower. To the way Levi’s glutes tightened and relaxed beneath his hands. To the way the head of his cock kept slipping into view, shiny and flushed.
Sebastian’s own cock was hard now. It pressed against his boxers, throbbing every time he leaned forward.
He moved to the hips, thumbs gliding just inside the waistline. Levi shifted slightly, spreading his legs a little. That subtle movement revealed more. The underside of his cock now very visible between his thighs, definitely harder than before.
Sebastian’s hands moved lower, thumbs dragging along the dip of Levi’s hips before gliding across the swell of his glutes. The oil made everything warm and slick, and the way Levi’s muscles shifted under his touch felt almost hypnotic. He spread his fingers wide, kneading the thick muscle slowly, applying firm pressure with his palms as he pushed inward and upward.
Levi let out a quiet, shaky breath.
Sebastian pressed his thumbs into the top curve of each ass cheek, watching the skin give under the pressure. His hands slid lower, cupping the underside, then working back up again in slow, steady motions. Each pass drew him closer to the crease between Levi’s thighs. His fingertips brushed the soft inner edge where thigh met glute, and Levi shifted again, spreading his legs just a bit more.
Sebastian dragged one hand down, curling his fingers along the inside curve, and got a clearer view of Levi’s cock hanging between his legs. It twitched with every movement. His own cock strained in his boxers. A sizable wet spot forming at the peak form his precum.
He swallowed hard and kept going, letting his palms push inward, deeper between the cheeks, until the tip of his finger brushed the edge of Levi’s hole. Levi exhaled again, low and slow, but didn’t say a word.
Sebastian retreated, not wanting to push the boundary too much, and slid his palms down along Levi’s sides, then to the upper thighs. He worked from the ankles up again, following the same motions as before, but faster. More intention. Less pretense.
When he finally stepped back and said, “Flip,” Levi shifted easily and with no hesitation.
He rolled onto his back in one motion. His cock stood upright, thick and hard against his stomach. There was no towel this time. No attempt to cover it.
Sebastian was still standing beside the table, his own erection clearly visible through his boxers. He saw Levi glance at it, and then smirk before letting his eyes fall closed again.
Sebastian stepped closer, sliding both hands along Levi’s bicep, pretending to focus on the massage. As he leaned forward to reach across the table, his cock brushed directly into Levi’s open palm.
He jerked back instinctively. “Shit…sorry.”
Levi didn’t open his eyes. He just gave it a single squeeze, slow and deliberate, before letting go.
Sebastian’s pulse slammed in his ears.
He walked around to the other side of the table. There was no point holding back now. He hooked his thumbs under his waistband and let his boxers fall to the floor.
He stepped closer again. This time, as he leaned in, it wasn’t an accident.
He placed himself directly into Levi’s waiting hand.
Levi gripped him immediately. His thumb rolled over the tip like he already knew what Sebastian liked. Sebastian groaned, low in his throat, and moved his hand down to wrap around Levi’s shaft.
They started stroking each other, slowly at first, side by side.
There were no words.
Only breath.
Only touch.
Only the slow, hot friction between their hands and bodies.
Their hands moved in rhythm, steady and gliding with the oil already warming their skin. Sebastian’s grip around Levi’s cock was stronger now, each stroke smooth from base to tip, his thumb pressing under the head every so often just to feel the twitch it caused.
Levi’s hand worked him with the same quiet precision, fingers gliding up Sebastian’s shaft, palm cupping and twisting just slightly on each pass. His wrist bumped lightly against Sebastian’s thigh every few strokes, and the closeness only made Sebastian harder. They were both breathing heavier now, each exhale syncing up with the motion of their hands.
Sebastian looked down.
Levi’s chest was rising and falling steadily, his eyes still closed, lips parted. His cock stood thick and flushed, already leaking against Sebastian’s hand.
Sebastian stroked him faster now, up and down, twisting slightly at the head, letting his fingers press in more deliberately. Levi’s hips twitched, his grip tightening in response around Sebastian’s cock. His thumb rolled lazily over the tip, smearing the slick juices there and dragging it downward.
Sebastian’s body tensed.
His thighs flexed, stomach tightening as his breath caught in his throat.
Levi didn’t open his eyes, but his hand kept moving. He knew.
“Fuck Levi. Fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Levi. I’m cuuuumming” Sebastian groaned and came hard, his cock pulsing in Levi’s grip. Warm spurts spilled across Levi’s chest and stomach. He kept stroking through it, letting Sebastian ride the wave out, every spasm met with another slow pull of his hand.
Sebastian didn’t stop either.
He pumped Levi faster now, firmer, his palm sliding easily through the slick mess of oil and cum. Levi cursed under his breath, hips lifting faintly from the table, one hand gripping the edge for balance.
“Fuck. Seb. Holy shit here it comes…” Levi gasped, and then he came too.
Hot, thick ropes of it shot upward across his stomach, some streaking his chest, some hitting Sebastian’s forearm as he kept stroking through the climax. His cock twitched in Sebastian’s grip, thick and red at the tip, still leaking even after the final pulse faded.
For a long moment, neither of them said a word.
Just breathing. Their hands slowly stilled.
Sebastian let go first. He reached for a towel and wiped his own arm clean, then Levi’s stomach and chest.
Levi opened his eyes and watched him work, expression unreadable but calm.
Once the towel hit the hamper, Sebastian pulled his boxers back on. “You want your underwear?”
Levi nodded and sat up, still flushed, but without any trace of embarrassment. He pulled them on quietly.
Sebastian grabbed his logbook, flipped to a new page, and held it out. “I still need your signature for the hours.”
Levi took the pen.
“And a rating.“
He looked up, smirking faintly. “Still only goes to ten?”
“Yeah.”
He signed and handed it back. “Then you’re maxed out again.”
Sebastian closed the book as Levi turned toward the door, paused, then glanced back once. “You know I’m probably going to feel some…tension…again this weekend, right?” he said as he grabbed the back of his neck, faking like it was sore.
Sebastian smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
And with that, Levi walked out, closing the door behind him without another word, but Sebastian could feel it…whatever line they’d crossed, they weren’t going back.