"Can you let me get in the door first?" Chanyeol quipped, shoving at Baekhyun's shoulder. He was too cheerfully blissful for his words to have any bite, though, and clearly Baekhyun saw that, because his grin widened and he clapped his hands together like a seal.
"I knew it!" he crowed. "I knew he wouldn't offer a free session to just anyone. You lucky fucking bastard." Baekhyun finally moved to the side enough for Chanyeol to step into the apartment and shut the door behind him. "Seriously though. Did he...did you...?"
Chanyeol kept his eyes on his shoes as he toed them off. "I'm not sure it's any of your business," he said mildly. "You've kept your mouth shut about him for months."
"Yeah, but I didn't know...I didn't think...Come on, it's a little unusual. How do I just say 'hey by the way, I'm banging my massage therapist, and I'm pretty sure his other clients are too'?"
That got Chanyeol's attention. "You've had sex with him?" he asked, looking up.
Baekhyun blinked. "You didn't?"
Redness crept into Chanyeol's cheeks. "Not...exactly." He bit his lip. "I didn't ask for it. Maybe I will, next time." Then, a thought occurred to him, and he looked up. "Baek, is it...is this okay? Are we okay? He was really professional about it with me, but...If you've got, like, feelings, I don't have to go back."
To his relief, Baekhyun just waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry about that. He'll probably give you the no-attachment speech if you go back, but anything with Yifan has to stay strictly physical. If you start developing feelings, he'll cut you off, refuse to see you. I've seen it happen."
Chanyeol blinked. "I guess that makes sense. Does he ever...well, I'll have to ask him that."
Hiking himself up onto the nearby kitchen counter, Baekhyun guessed, "Does he ever develop feelings? I asked him that once. He told me he's aromantic, so not really. At least, not the way we might expect." Leaning back on his hands, Baekhyun said, "I guess he prefers his friendships and his sex life to be, like, completely separate. Hence, the studio."
Shrugging, Chanyeol said, "Works for me."
* * * * *
As it turned out, Yifan's prices were relatively high, and Chanyeol couldn't afford to go once a week like Baekhyun did. He settled on a once a month visit, and it quickly became the highlight of his month. Yifan's studio was a sanctuary, a place where he could completely let go.
Three months in, as Chanyeol was coming out of the back room, wrung out and sated and glowing with oil and endorphins, he found a nervous-looking young man standing awkwardly in the middle of the sitting room. The kid was even skinnier than Chanyeol and almost as tall, and Chanyeol couldn't help but notice the way his lanky body was put together, the way this muscles moved as he shifted in place. Yifan was rubbing off on him.
The kid flashed a smile at Chanyeol and looked away, then down, then back at the door. Taking pity on him, Chanyeol asked, "Are you waiting on something?"
Startled, the young man looked up. "Just the...um, the massage therapist." He smiled, sheepish. "I've never done this before, but my friend comes here all the time and he bought me an appointment for my birthday. I wasn't expecting it to be so...uh, posh."
Chanyeol felt his polite smile widening. This was the first time he was talking about this with someone who didn't know what was going on. It felt like being in a secret club. Cool. "You'll be fine. He's super nice."
The kid frowned. "He?"
Chanyeol opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Yifan came out of the back room. Somehow, he looked clean and fresh and neat, dressed in pressed and professional clothes, despite the fact he'd been completely naked and absolutely drenched in oil, sweat and come not ten minutes earlier.
"Sehun?" Yifan asked. The young man stood up straighter, his eyes widening and trailing down Yifan's long, gorgeous body. "I'm Yifan. Jongin has told me a lot about you." They shook hands, and Chanyeol had to cover his face to keep from laughing. He wondered if he had looked that awestruck when he first met Yifan. "Come on back. I'm ready for you."
As he ushered Sehun through the door, Yifan looked back over his shoulder and tossed Chanyeol an exaggeratedly saucy wink.
Chanyeol couldn't stop laughing the entire way home.
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