“Oohhhh,” Nash groaned on the table next to Rory. Rory couldn’t see him, but since they were getting the exact same massage at the same time, he knew that Nash was getting his neck worked on. “Holy shit.”
Rory never knew massage etiquette but he was pretty sure he was supposed to keep his mouth shut. Though with pressure his own massage therapist was using, he was pretty sure Nash was making sounds against his will.
It had been years since Rory had gotten a professional massage, but now that he had a desk job, he should work it into his budget. He tried his best to relax into it and enjoy it. To forget that Nash was even there. But Goddamn, he knew what that man sounded like in bed, and the noises he was making on that massage table were not far off.
“Lots of tension here,” his masseuse said, as she ran her knuckles across the dip of Rory’s shoulders, first on one side, then the other. “Do you work on a computer?”
“Yeah,” Rory confirmed. It was sad she could feel that. That he stored his dumb job in his body. He was grateful only that his boss was understanding, and when he explained why he needed time off with such short notice, she approved it easily. Still, he wasn’t about to develop a passion for the natural foodsspace anytime soon. Back home, he’d be looking at a spreadsheet someone made him, or making a spreadsheet for someone else. At least in Italy, even with Grumpy McGee over there, he didn’t have to look at a computer. Plus, he loved taking photos. He wasn’t built for regular wedding work, but the job he was doing over here would be enjoyable enough.
Rory clocked all of the moments in the massage that caused Nash to groan. His glutes, his calves, the arches of his feet. His pecs. They finished with a scalp massage, and Rory had never felt closer to being made out of Jell-O than he felt at that moment. Moving at all would ruin it.
When they finished, they were told to take their time getting up, which to Nash meantget off the table as fast as humanly possible. No wonder he had neck issues that morning. Every muscle was always holding tension.
“How’s the neck?” Rory asked, as they turned away from each other to drop their towels and get dressed.
“That really helped,” Nash admitted. “Thank you, Rory.”
“No problem, man. Just ran into the right bride at the right time.”
