Massage

This came about when I got a massage a couple of weeks ago and turned into NINE PAGES OF A SIMPLE THING WITH CUTE AND SILLY CONVERSATIONS!
But I asked a couple of my lovely friends to use their OC’s for a fic. What was intended for a cameo turne dinto them taking supporting/leading roles. I just hope I did them justice.

Matteus Strome belongs to @bethhankel on Twitter
And Dean belongs to @darkgreenjon on Twitter.

I hope I did your characters justice and thanky ou for letting me bug you on Discord to get to know them better!

“Dean and Matteus Strome?” 

Two men, vastly different in height, slowly rose up from the cushy chairs in the lounge, the shorter one taking lead while his tall companion followed him.

“That’s us.” The shorter one spoke as he glanced up to the receptionist, eyeing him carefully. 

“My god you are so handsome.” The receptionist purred before glancing up to the taller man, sensing a twitch of brief discomfort on his face, “Oh god you are too….man I wish I was the one rubbing your worries away…”

“Ozrai.” Came a sharp voice from the hallway. A young woman emerged, a stern gaze in her eyes despite the friendly smile upon her face. “Get your butt back over to the receptionist’s desk.” 

“Awwwww but Viiiiddaaaaaa….” He whined almost like a child would, silver eyes filled with a pout. 

“Desk. Now.” She commanded and pointed to it.

“Ugh! You’re no fun.” He snorted before giving a longing glance to both the men and flipped his long black hair over his shoulder before heading back to the front desk. The brief exchange gave the couple pause before glancing to the woman before them. 

“Does that happen often?” The shorter man spoke. 

“All the time. Don’t worry about him though. He’s…mostly harmless.” She assured them. “Now which one of you is Dean and which one is Matteus.” 

“Matt.” The taller one spoke. “Please. Matt.” 

“Pleasure to meet you Matt.” She broadened her smile flicking her gaze to his partner, “You too Dean.” 

“And you are?” Dean asked. 

“Call me Vida. I’ll be working on one of you and my husband will be working on the other. Please follow me. Lucas will join us in the back.” She beckoned the two to follow her with a hand as she turned to tread down the hallway. Without another word they followed. 

As they walked Matt fidgeted a bit but Dean reached to grasp his hand. 

“Talk to me sweet boy.” He uttered. 

“Just…I’m just a little nervous…last time someone massaged me on my left side…” 

“Hey. Look at me.” He paused reaching up to cup Matt’s face in his hands. “You’re going to be fine. I get you’re scared but you will be okay. I researched this place before booking massages and the reviews are five stars plus. They will take great care of you. Promise.” He punctuated the last word with tiny kisses on Matt’s cheeks and face before drawing him into a reassuring kiss.

Vida has paused to observe the small scene, keeping her distance to let them have their moment. Just by watching them alone she could easily see how much the shorter client cared about his tall burly partner and a smile grew upon her face. Reminded her of Lucas reassuring her when she was anxious or having a meltdown over something so small. The care Dean took with Matt and the soft words spoken. She made a small ‘aw noise’ which drew their attention to her. 

“Oh! Oh sorry didn’t mean to ruin the moment. I just enjoy watching couples be sweet with each other.” She commented. “Come on.” She waved them to follow her once more and continued to lead them further back into the spa. 

The warm smile she flashed the two of them eased the worry in Matt’s mind as he allowed Dean to tug him forward. 

“Come on sweetness.” 

Scents of lavender, eucalyptus, and light florals wafted through the softly lit hallway while sounds of running rivers and ethereal notes lingered in the air. Scents and music combined gave a more eased and relaxed feeling to both Matt and Dean as they traversed further into the spa behind Vida. Soon she opened a door to an antechamber revealing squishy arm chairs, two entries to rooms, and softly lit sconces illuminating against another young man. 

Wearing a kilt. 

His gaze flickered to the two of them, a crooked smile appearing on his face, even as Vida took his hand and kissed his knuckles lightly. Dean snickered a little at the height difference. Similar to his and Matt’s but not quite as drastic. 

“Which one o’ you is Dean?” He asked, his accent a thick Scottish lilt, motioning between the two. 

“Me.” Dean motioned to himself with his hand. “And you must be -” 

“Lucas. Pleasure to meet ye sir. Please follow me.” 

Before he did however Dean glanced to his taller companion, gave his hand a squeeze and a soft smile before following Lucas into one of the small rooms. Such a small action filled with love and tenderness gave cause for Vida to hold in her squeal as she adored, with a capital A adored, seeing couples be sweet with each other. 

“So big man that means you are under my care today and I’ll make sure to give you some extra TLC…to make up for our flirtatious receptionist.” 

Matt flashed her a small smile as he shrugged his shoulders slightly. 

“Eh happens. I’m used to it.” He replied. “Probably needs to get laid.” 

“You have no idea how hard it is for me to find a booty call for him.” She rolled her eyes but shook her head to get back to her semblance of professionalism. Though it seemed to go out the window when Ozrai decided to try and flirt. 

“Come on. In here.” She stepped aside to allow him to enter the room and sit on the already set up massage table. With a slow movement she raised the level of the lights slightly. 

“What are we working on today? You’ve got me for an hour and a half two hours, what areas do I need to focus on?” She asked, leveling her gaze upon him. “And anything I need to be aware of?” 

“Um…” How should he respond? How would he even respond? There weren’t really any areas bothering him, save for maybe the stiff shoulders and back but it came with bartending…and maybe the old broken rib injury from a while back…hopefully it wouldn’t flare up.
There was also the fact that someone had pushed too hard and ignored him and he shocked them by accident. But with Vida…she appeared to be the type to actually consider people’s feelings and make sure they were okay. He didn’t want to scare her with his quirk. “Honestly nothing that I can think of…just…stiff shoulders and back.”

“Super common. I totally understand. Lots of people come in here for that.” She smiled a bit more. “Anything else?” 

Tell her, a voice inside urged. 

“Um…” He flushed a bit, a little afraid to even open up. 

That was until she took his large hands in her lithe petite hands. Her hazel eyes met his baby blues and she gingerly massaged his hands with her thumbs.

“It’s okay. Nothing really fazes me. Believe me.” Besides if you’d lived as long as I have you’d probably not be surprised, she kept to herself.  

Maybe it was the sincerity or the genuine look in her eyes. Or maybe it was the tender touch she displayed, but Matt could literally feel the worry melt away with the touch of her thumbs. 

“Last therapist…didn’t really listen to me when I warned them they were digging too deep…And I sort of…shocked them. Like literally shocked, Electric volts and everything.” 

Instead of a dramatic reaction, she just blinked and gave a small lift of her shoulders. 

“Clearly they weren’t listening to you. Don’t you worry big man. I got you covered. You tense up or let me know if it’s too much I will back off.”

To stay true to her word she held up her pinky. An odd gesture sure but Matt quirked his brow at her. Gazes locked and nothing but sincerity shone in hers. 

“A pinky promise?” He asked. 

“Strongest promise in the universe.” She grinned. 

After a moment he linked his pinky with hers and they shook on it. 

“Now…Do you work at a desk job?” She inquired

“Bartend.” he responded.

“How good is your Jameson and coke?” 

“As strong as you want it.”

“Oh you’re my favorite client today.” She clapped in excitement with a giggle. “Okay well I’ll let you get undressed to your comfort level. I’ll be back in a few minutes to get started.” She chirped and closed the door to wait outside. 

Matt could only watch as the bubbly brunette practically skipped out of the door, flashing her confidence like it was a big flag at a pride parade. Beneath it all she showed a vulnerability, a gentleness he didn’t see from many other than of course his beloved Dean. But her energy put him more at ease for this massage, even if he edged the line of still being anxious. Hopefully her skills were as good as her charisma. He smiled a little so himself as he peeled away the layers of clothing on his body pausing only for a moment to place a hand on his ribcage, rubbing it only slightly from the incident with the broken ribs…He wasn’t quite sure they healed properly. 

Man that was an interesting night. Heck he remembered how indignant and feisty Dean had been in the aftermath. Three broken ribs, one nearly puncturing his lung. 

Matt sure was one lucky bastard. 

A soft knock drove him from his thoughts followed by her calming voice once more.
“How we doing?” She asked, the sound muffled through the door. 

“Give me a few more minutes.” He replied as he began to hastily remove his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him in naught but his knickers. There was a slight chill int he room but it hardly bothered him.
“Sounds good. Just get under the sheets when you’re undressed.” She reminded him. 

Of course. He could only smile to himself as he shoved away his clothing to a corner and then slipped under the thin sheets on the table, planting his face in the face rest, and released a long held sigh. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad and he wouldn’t accidentally shock her. 

Thank god for Dean spoiling both of them with this. He really needed it. And he hoped his husband was getting treated well by the scotsman. 

He heard the knock again. 

“Matt? You good in there buddy?” 

“Yeah.” He replied, with a muffle. 

The door opened and closed as Vida walked in to examine her graciously tall client. 

“Oh you’re gonna be lots of fun I can already tell.” She chittered before adjusting and draping the sheet over his back and then sliding a cylindrical pillow beneath his ankles so his feet were more comfortable. 

“Alright. Take a deep breath.” 

Massage to Vida was a ritual more than anything else. Just being able to sense where tension was and ebbing it away with her hands and magic became second nature after being trained and honing her craft. She used it as a tool to assist those in needs and give them better lives, or even better days. Or heck even just to boost recovery and healing.

And most clients never knew she infused magic into her work. They just assumed it was a healing process, especially for stiff muscles. 

For Matt, she’d ensure his day would become exponentially better. 

First she made sure the stereo was softly emitting soft ethereal flutes and synth sounds combined with the soft sound of pouring rain. 

Then she moved to the cabinet where her lotions and potions were organized and pulled out a small rectangular box to set atop the cabinet as well as a bottle of the essential oil mixture and some creamy shea lotion scented with lavender. 

With the box, she carefully opened it and set in two sticks of Frankincense scented incense into their mounts then snapped her fingers and a small flame flickered at the tip of one of them for her to light it. One second two seconds then she blew out the flame on the resin and her finger. Ah the joys of magic. Smoke slowly rose into the air, dissipating the higher it got, and soon the room filled with the scent of Frankincense. 

Then she closed the cabinet, placed her lotion and oil in the pouches of her apron practically gliding over to Matt to gently rub her hands up and down his broad back, just so he could get a sense of her petite palms. His back rose and fell with each deep breath he took, pleasing Vida even more and she drew the sheet back to reveal the muscled back, appearing far more tense than she saw under his clothes. 

“You said shoulders and back right?” 

“Yup.” 

“Fantastic. I’ll focus more on those and for kicks if there is time I’ll do everything else.” She added before pumping some lotion into her hands and then set to work painting and caressing it on his back. 

Damn. The lotion was chilly but warmed easily as her hands stroked and swiveled along his back pressing into his muscles ever so slightly. Even with such a light touch, Matt could just sense the stress ebbing away with each stroke, with each circular rub. Soon her hands ventured up to his shoulders and began to squeeze and press to get a feel for the muscles. 

“Let me know if it’s too much pressure, okay?” Vida asked. 

“Will do little lady.” He managed to give her a thumbs up which she returned with a fist bump. 

“Though I may be but little I am fierce.” She giggled beginning to work on his left shoulder. 

Oh damn, the muscles there were tighter than he’d realized. Shit. 

Vida noticed the tightness beneath her hands right away even before she started her process upon his left shoulder. There was stiffness in the entirety of his back, from his neck to his glutes, all muscles screaming for some tender loving care. But nothing too intense lest she wanted a brief electrocution.

It would take more than one session for her to work away all the tension, but for now she’d do what she could. It would be a start at least.

“Just breathe.” She cooed, hands toiling away at ebbing out the knots and stiffness. One particular knot gave her trouble so instead of using the heel of her hand to work it, her elbow dug into the muscle, eliciting a hiss from Matt. Good that’s what needed to happen. 

“You good there big man?” She asked. 

“Hurts…good hurt though.” He hissed. “Pressure is good there.” 

“Good. Just let me know if this is too much.” She added digging and using her elbow to circle around the knot until it showed some give. Then the pressure eased up and she continued. 

For the better part of forty five minutes she focused solely on his upper back, neck and shoulders before working her way down the lower areas, asking his questions about his tattoos, his personal life and him asking her the same. All the while in her mind she was weaving healing and good fortune within her movements. 

Until she came to the left side of his ribs. 

The moment her hand brushed near a particular scar, the muscles tensed up. 

“Hey, breathe.” She urged tenderly, placing her hand upon the area allowing warmth to flood through it. “It’s okay.” 

“Sorry little lady.” He mumbled, relaxing a little more as warmth flowed through his side.

“Tender spot?”

“Mmhmm. Still bothers me…” 

“You okay if I rub it a little?” 

“Y…yeah…just…don’t…” 

“Relax, I’ll be gentle. I pinky promised I would be.”

He let out a small chuckle and smiled. 

“That’s right you did. Go ahead…”  

And gentle she was. Her hands, while placing pressure, took extra care to not agitate the area too much but were effective enough to ebb away some of the pain. A small smile curved on his face as she worked pleased she was taking care in making sure he was comfortable. Good. 

Bless this woman. She remained true to her promise. 

Matt hardly noticed the soft singing with the background music as stress and tension was carefully rubbed away thanks to the magical hands of a petite woman. Though for a moment she thought she felt a literal spark off of his skin and on her fingertips. Nothing harsh just a little pinch really. Vida took it as a spark of joy from him.
But it didn’t matter or really affect her much. She only smiled and continued. 

Meanwhile in the next room…

Lucas had been struggling to get a knot in the right glute to loosen the muscle with no luck. He only received small grunts and groans from the other man with no indication to let up on the pressure. Literally what the hell had this short little man done to get his butt muscles worked up so tightly. 

“Feck, what the hell ye doin with yer arse to get a knot like thissun.” He grunted digging his elbow further into the knot. “It’s cannae budge!” With a driving force, Lucas placed all his might into the knot. 

And that’s when Dean finally let out an indignant pained squawk. 

“Too much too much!” Dean groaned under the pressure exhaling with relief when Lucas eased up on his backside.

“Ye migh have tae have a few sessions to get tha’ knot out…” Lucas moved down his thigh working out any tension from his legs. Still some knots and stiffness but nothing compared to the monster in his right buttcheek. HOpefully it wouldn’t affect Dean too much tomorrow. 

“Eh, if it doesn’t hinder my performance I’ll be okay.” Dean lazily waved a hand in Lucas’s direction. 

“Performance?” 

“In the bedroom son. Especially if you’re the one topping.” 

A flush crep up onto Lucas’ cheeks at the statement, nevertheless he replied with a silent nod of his own. Hell he’d gotten a buttcramp or two in his life from how wild he and Vida behaved itn eh bedroom, but nothing to where a knot formed and became relentless. 

“Ah. Aye.” 

Dean just gave him a chuckle. 

“She’s a bit of a firecracker eh? Your wife?” He added. 

At the mention of firecracker, Lucas could only smile at a fond memory when she first ran into him and then defended his honor from some unsavory high end types. It was the moment she had spoken, he fell for her. Hard, fast, and hopelessly in love. 

“Aye ye could say tha…she’s become less explosive in recent years but ignite the spark in’er and she’ll burn as brightly as a phoenix risin’ from the ashes.” 

“Do all you scotsmen speak so poetically?”Dean couldn’t help but tease him, secure enough in his relationship that it couldn’t hurt. 

Lucas chuckled at the question as he focused on a spot on Dean’s foot with his thumbs. 

“Some do…more often than not ye can’ understand a word we’re sayin’” He snickered a bit gently massaging the toes. “Enough ‘bout me. Wha bout you? And tall, muscled and handsome?” 

“Oh so you like the men too?” Dean inferred with a grin. “That boy of mine. It was luck. Pure luck.” 

“Wha’ nae details?” Lucas teased him, pumping more lotion in his hand. 

“Nah you gotta earn those son.” 

“Ach come on!”

“Come by Matt’s bar one night and maybe we’ll divulge.” Dean snickered,  but then groaned as Lucas began work on the other knot on his behind. “Nice quiet place, good drinks and staff.” 

“Bugger all I guess we’re gonna have tae now.” Lucas agreed chuckling. 

Silence crept over them for a few moments as Lucas carefully and painstakingly worked out old knots and lingering tension from Dean’s body. 

That was until the old man let out a squeaky fart.

“Pardon me.” was the calm response he gave to Lucas, who just snickered in response. 

“Not the worst that has happened I assure you. SOmetimes we have women who let out huge blasting booms from their areses and are so embarrassed at the fact.” He guffawed remembering one poor woman’s embarrassing blast from her backside. He knocked off a few dollars due to her embarrassment even if she tipped him well. But when Lucas got a whiff of sulfur and rotten eggs he scrunched his nose with the smell. Occupational hazard.
“Occupational hazard. People fart all the time.” He sniggered at another memory of another woman, “Ye know one time, we had some ol’ biddy try to get ‘er hands under me kilt while I was workin’ on er neck. Get on yer back.” 

“What happened next?” Dean inquired glancing to see the kilt, sans sporran as Lucas held up the sheet to allow him to shift onto his back. Once settled, Lucas delicately draped the sheet on him again tucking it below the waist and under Dean’s toned pecs.

“We banned her. Vida heard a scream and bolted into the room findin’ the hag practically naked tryin’ to cling tae me.” Lucas shuddered. “She never did get her hands under me kilt and before you ask no ye don’t get to know.”

Dean chuckled at the brief anecdote as he glanced up at the scotsman before groaning under the strong hands pressing into his left pec. The scotsman had strong hands for sure and they did wonders for his muscles…except for his right buttcheek. 

“Fair enough.” 

An hour and a half later, lotioned up, relaxed and thoroughly rubbed down both of them exited their rooms, fully dressed and with a lighter spring in their step. Vida was the first to approach them, her smile still bright and infectious. Lucas behind her with his arm around her shoulder. 

“Couple things for aftercare. Hydrate like crazy. It will help the toxins flush out of your body, use ice for any super sore spots to help with inflammation and heat to relax muscles if you need it.” She advised. 

“And come back in a couple o’ weeks tae see us again.” Lucas added. 

Matt replied with a grin unsuspecting that Dean would reach around and pinch his ass. The only reaction was a sharp inhale from the taller man. 

“Should we book with you two or talk to the overly flirtatious receptionist?” Dean chuckled before reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet. 

“To spare you from his advances – because let’s face it he needs to get laid oh so desperately.” Vida rolled her eyes “Or we just need to find him a boyfriend…” 

“Or a slew o’ partners.” Lucas joked.
“Regardless,” Vida whipped out a business card from her apron pocket handing it to Dean. “Give us a call or text us in a couple of weeks when you need another rubdown.” 

“Will do.” Dean pocketed the card, “We’ll be in touch.”
And with that, hand in hand the two headed towards the exit of the room before Matt paused and glanced back to the couple. 

“Seriously thank you. No one has ever taken such care with me before.” He flashed Vida a contented smile. “We left you both a little something.” 

“Come on baby boy.” Dean cooed at his husband before tugging him away with a wave. 

Once they were gone Vida exhaled a deep breath she’d been holding before leaning against Lucas. He in turn wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. 

“Ye used some of yer magic eh lass.” He muttered. 

“Aye.” She replied. “He needed it.” 

“Relax I’ll take the next client.” he kissed the top of her head. “But I do hope they come back.” 

Vida giggled a bit nuzzling his chest and leaned up to kiss his stubbly cheek. 

“Me too.”