Lance would probably be the type of boyfriend that would compliment the heck out of Keith at any given chance, call him ‘babe’ and ‘love’ and yell ‘looking fine sweetheart!’ across the deck during training sessions
and then Keith would struggle, wanting to return the sentiment before turning to him one night and saying ‘If I ever had the chance to trade you with the mothman, i wouldn’t.’
AU and totally OOC (Aaron as a masseuse wtf am I doing!) but I’ve spent
the day at a spa so indulge me okay?
It came from behind him, where he was sitting in
the small waiting room of the resort’s Spa centre.
He’d been expecting a female voice, if he was
honest, but he soon reminded himself to avoid stereotyping and to be just as
comfortable with a man doing his massage.
He stood up and turned to signal his whereabouts
to his therapist, struck immediately by the sight of the man standing by the
reception desk, looking in his direction.
“Mr Sugden?” The man asked, holding
his gaze, and Robert’s voice seemed to betray him as he failed to get the words
out to confirm his identity.
It’s just that he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on anything with this
man stood before him.
He might have been the most attractive man
Robert had ever seen. His eyes were blue - bright blue, under the LED lights of
the spa’s tranquil waiting room - and yet his features were dark and rugged;
his hair cut short with a patch of fluffy curls styled minimally on top, and
stubble covering the bottom half of his face. He looked slightly out of place
in such a delicate setting - the spa being located at the quiet end of the
island resort, set up in a wooden row of huts on stilts above the calming sea -
and yet he looked confident in his surroundings in a way that only came with
Robert knew he was staring - knew he’d taken far
too long letting his eyes linger up and down the man’s body, noticing the way
his black uniform stretched over his muscular biceps - but Robert realised he
couldn’t find it in himself to hold back.
“Follow me,” the man smirked back at
him, knowingly, without Robert having to confirm who he was. He was the only
male in the waiting area, and his therapist had clearly made a fair assumption.
Robert followed the man out of the reception and
along the open air walkway above the sand below them, heading towards the
therapy rooms; his eyes fixed on the man’s delectable behind the whole way.
He didn’t even realise he was licking his lips,
until the man glanced back at him and he was forced to avert his gaze.
“I’m Aaron, by the way. I’ll be doing your
massage today,” the man introduced himself as they took a turning into one
of the therapy huts along the walkway.