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Louis Tomlinson is a famous vlogger, admired by many, but little do they know that he's gay. Louis' been experiencing a sharp pain in his back, and ends up at a massage clinic.
Harry Styles, the clinic's hottest and gayest masseuse, dec...
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Louis squirted body wash on his yellow fluffy loofah and stepped away from the heavy stream of hot water. He rubbed it all over his body roughly, his skin turning light red from the abuse.
Today was the day. Today was his day. He was finally giving in and offering his body to a mere masseuse. He texted him whenever he could, staying up on the phone with him, enjoying his deep voice until the peak of dawn. He wanted more after a month of getting off to only his imagination. He wanted to know what Harry's touch felt like. It's ironic wanting that when he feels the man's hands all over him once a week, but he wanted it to feel more intimate. More sexual, almost. He wasn't planning on going all out the first time, noting that he's never had anything up his bum except for a single finger to test the feeling. He didn't like it. He wanted to travel up that list if services, slowly.
He scrubbed his tummy all the way down to his groin, lightly rubbing it clean, moving on to his legs and bum. Louis stepped out of the shower after shampooing and conditioning his hair, wrapping a towel around his waist and drying himself off. He decided on a simple outfit that day, going with a black shirt paired with tight black jeans. Louis blow dried his hair and styled it into a perfect fringe. His hair was a bit longer that he was planning, so he thought his fringe looked ridiculous. He promised Harry he wouldn't cut his hair, and he planned on keeping his promise. He looked at the scruff growing and contemplated whether he should shave it or not. He didn't.
He quickly put his black vans on, grabbing his wallet and keys before leaving his house and heading to the massage clinic. His day had finally come.
**
Louis walked into the reception, stopping at the door when he saw Harry standing at the front desk. He was expecting Zayn since he's greeted Louis ever since he started coming to this place. He admired his sheer black tank top, tattoos peeking through the fabric. He had a bandana patterned with skulls on his head, curls pushed back. Louis took a deep breath before approaching the curly lad.
"Hey." He forced a smile.
Harry's head shot up when he heard the raspy voice he knew by heart now. "Louis, hi!" He sent him a toothy grin.
"Where's Zayn? He's the one who usually stays at the front desk when I come in. Is he alright?"
"He's out of town visiting his parents. He's alright, don't worry, princess." He smirked slightly, looking fondly at the smaller lad.
"Don't call me that." Louis rolled his eyes as Harry's smirk only grew.
"I'll call Sam to take my place. I'll be right back." And he was gone.
**
Louis was naked on the cold leather of the massage chair, enjoying the warmth of Harry's hands travelling down his body.
"So, have you been having any of that back pain lately?"
"Not since the second session. It's been great feeling so relaxed and free all the time."
