SO I was thinking more about masseuse!Ilya and chunky!jock!Shane:
Shane's tense, to the point where he's getting asked if he's okay on the daily. None of his usual relaxation techniques are working, so as a last ditch effort he asks his mom for any ideas, and she recommends him her favorite spa, and Shane gives in because he's tried everything else he could think of to relax. All the stress leads Shane to stress eat, the effects of which weren't that noticeable up until he found out he couldn't zip up his jeans anymore. Shane's midsection filled out his shirts now, and when he was eating his shirts usually rode up a little exposing his chub. He gets softer everywhere, there's something to pinch in each area, especially his belly, which wouldn't flatten out after eating anymore, constantly round and only getting bigger with each indulgent meal.
Cut to Shane naked on the massage table with just a towel over his butt, and a crazy hot Russian man oiling up his back. Shane can feel the masseuse's (Ilya, he told Shane he could call him that) strong hands glide over the doughy fat that spread out to the sides as Shane laid on his stomach. Ilya's hand were warm and unyielding, leaving no part of Shane's skin dry, Shane was mostly focused on trying to suck in, feeling self-conscious under the eye of such an attractive man. Ilya was starting to work through some of the knots in Shane's upper back when he lowered his hands to just above his hips and stopped there. He was basically holding Shane's waist now, and he squeezed until he could feel the muscle under the cushiony flesh.
"You're tense. Relax."
Shane let out a shocked chuckle, picking his head up so he could speak clearly.
"That's kind of why I'm here, to relax. I would 'relax' if I could."
"No, I mean your abdomen. You are tensing, I can feel it." Ilya's voice was soft but stern, leaving no room for argument.
Shane was blushing now, he'd been called out directly and he wondered if it looked vain, to be trying to look good even though it was just a massage. Shane put his head back down, choosing to not respond to Ilya, and he exhaled, as he did his belly spread out and covered even more of the table than before. Ilya's hands stayed where they were so Shane knew he was able to feel how much chub had really accumulated on his midsection, only emphasized by Shane having sucked in. Shane was happy Ilya couldn't see his face now, he was feeling quite embarrassed, like he had been corrected by a teacher. It was like Ilya could tell what Shane was thinking, he broke the silence with praise,
"Very good, just like that. It's surprising how tight you are when you are also so... soft. We will fix that, loosen you up."
Shane feels Ilya's hand moving again, traversing down his ass to his meaty thighs and using his thumbs to press in deep, releasing an involuntary moan from Shane before he could say anything about the 'soft' comment. It keeps going, Shane can feel Ilya follow the muscle down to his calf, and Shane is suddenly unable to speak up, his breath being taken away by the hurts-so-bad-it-feels-good sensation going through his legs at the moment. Ilya was using technique after technique to work through Shane's tension, and Shane could feel the difference between his legs and his back, which hadn't been worked on yet. While Ilya was taking a break to get some water and give Shane a moment of reprieve, Shane took the time to rest on his elbows and say what he'd been thinking,
"I'm not... soft. I'm a hockey player you know, I work out."
Ilya takes this information neutrally, giving Shane a slight shrug as he puts his water bottle back into a mini-fridge in the corner of the room.
"Is there something that says you cannot be both? It's not a bad thing, just a fact. You should not worry, you look very good."
Shane didn't think he could get any redder and Ilya kept proving him wrong, he also didn't know how to respond to that, so he went with the first thing he could think of,
"Fuck off, I'm sure you hit on all of your clients, it's not very professional of you."
"Hmm no, I don't hit on anyone else. Just the pretty ones that are tense and need some help... relaxing."
Ilya was looking at Shane like he was trying to gauge his reaction, and when all Shane could do was gulp nervously and avert his eyes, Ilya figured Shane wasn't disinterested as he was saying.
He told Shane to lay back down, and Shane obeyed, letting his arms rest by his sides and exhaling all the way. Shane was trying to remind himself this was all in pursuit of better performance, a reset for all the stress he'd been feeling the past few months.
Ilya was moving upward, to his lower back and ass, kneading into the pit of Shane's back, it made Shane take in a quick breath, the pain shooting through his back up to his neck. Ilya made a small 'tsk' sound and murmured something to himself like 'that won't do', and he heard Ilya opening something and then felt warmth on his back, almost too hot but not quite. After a few seconds he recognized it as a warm towel, and Ilya was using light pressure to press the roll into Shane's back, letting his body absorb the heat. Shane let out a sigh, the warmth felt so good and he hadn't realized how tense his lower back was. Ilya didn't press as hard the second time around, using a mild pressure that was uncomfortable but not unbearable, Ilya slowly kneaded Shane's lower back until he could press into it without Shane making a pained noise.
Shane was trying very hard to not think about Ilya and his hands all over him, he was also trying to not think about how good it felt to let someone other than himself get up close and personal with his recently chubbed up body. He had new sensitivities with his newfound mass, and he could feel Ilya have to press deep through the fat to hit muscle. Ilya worked his fingers in small circles with heavy pressure, Shane was practically melting into the table as Ilya went all around his torso, now rubbing in a lotion that smelled like cocoa butter and lightly of vanilla, Shane loved how subtle it was.
"That lotion smells really good."
"Yes, we sell it at the front desk if you are interested. I can also send you home with a sample. It has cocoa butter in it, good for stretch marks."
The implication of what Ilya was saying wasn't lost on Shane, and he felt his stomach flip as Ilya rubbed the lotion over his lower back where Shane knew he had developed some stretch marks, probably from gaining weight in his butt (as evidenced by the jeans that both wouldn't go over his ass or button up anymore). Shane's head filled with an image of Ilya whispering into Shane's ear and telling him how he'd gotten fatter so fast his skin couldn't keep up, that he was the reason he needed to even use the lotion. Shane couldn't shake the devious thought out of his head, he tried to ignore how it was similar in nature to how he'd feel during his secret late night binges, brought on by one stress or another.
Ilya was again, very determined to make sure not one inch of Shane's skin was left un-moisturized. He rubbed lotion into the back of Shane's arms, squeezing his beefy biceps with precision, working out tension Shane wasn't even aware of. Ilya was talented, he was taking Shane apart and through the tension to let it go, everything else Shane had tried just suppressed the tension, Shane needed it pushed out of him. He was absolutely doing this again, hopefully he could specifically request Ilya, he couldn't imagine going through all this again with a new person (or that anyone else could read his body as well as Ilya seemed to).
By the end of the session Shane was convinced Ilya had touched every single inch of the back of his body, and he found himself longing for Ilya to touch him again, pretty much as soon as he said they were finished. Shane waited for Ilya to leave the room and shut the door completely, so he could get dressed. Shane picked up his folded clothes and started to put them back on, thinking about the way Ilya's hands glided over Shane's plump sides, wondering how they'd feel on his belly. Shane knew he should really pump the brakes, he didn't even know if the guy was gay! On the other hand, he did say Shane was attractive, and he'd already seen him mostly naked, so not even Shane's self doubt could question if Ilya really was interested.
All of this thinking led to Shane leaving a $100 bill with a receipt that he had written his number on and the words "call me if you want to go to dinner" on the back, hoping Ilya would take the opportunity. He figured he needed to go to the front and rebook, when he asked if he could reschedule specifically with Ilya he was told he could, for an extra fee. Shane put his card down immediately, blushing strong on his face as he asked if Ilya had any openings in two weeks. Once the next appointment was scheduled, Shane begrudgingly left, he had been hoping he could get another peak at Ilya before he left, but it seemed that wasn't in the cards for him.
Inside the spa, Ilya was cleaning the room when he spotted a tip on the table, about to put it into his shirt pocket when he saw a piece of white paper sticking out of the middle, folded up. Unfolding it he felt a smile come across his face, he had been left many notes like this after a massage, but this would be the first time he actually took someone up on their offer. He went to the front to see if his next client was there yet, and he was told that Shane had rebooked with him for two weeks later, and Ilya suddenly remembered the sample. Hoping he could kill two birds with one stone he grabbed a full tub of the cocoa butter lotion and ran out to the parking lot, where he spotted Shane in the driver's seat of his car, on his phone. Ilya lightly jogged over, knocking on Shane's window to get him to roll it down, Shane looked confused and put on the spot. Ilya quickly glanced around, pretending to not notice Shane's phone opened to a food delivery app, or how his pudgy belly was pushing out over the waistband of the shorts Shane had put on that day, Ilya hadn't gotten to see Shane like this yet. He held up the lotion,
"You forgot your sample."
"Sample? This looks like more than a sample."
"You have lots of space to cover, I'm sure you'll use it up."
"You have quite the mouth on you, you know? I could never come back here," It was as close as Shane had gotten to telling Ilya to stop, but there was a lack of bite in his voice that betrayed how he was really feeling. Ilya took the opportunity to make Shane squirm even more.
"Says the person who left his number and paid the extra fee to rebook with specifically me."
"I- that's before I knew what an asshole you were."
"I'm the same asshole I was during the massage, should I cancel your appointment? I can delete your account, it's easy-"
"No! No I- I want to keep my appointment."
"Perfect, because I want to go to dinner with you."
Shane looked at Ilya with shock and relief on his face, Ilya was surprised, he thought he'd made it clear how into Shane he was.
"After the appointment in two weeks, we will go to dinner, bring a nice outfit for after the massage. Use the lotion nightly, I will be able to tell if you don't."
Ilya put the lotion in Shane's hand and let his fingers brush Shane's, before turning around with a goodbye over his shoulder. Shane watched Ilya (and Ilya's beautiful butt) walk back into the spa, and he leaned back in his seat with a huge sigh. He was relishing in the happiness of a confirmed date when he got an alert on his phone, that his cart would empty if he didn't put it through soon. Shane knew he shouldn't, but he just did a hard thing and he definitely wasn't thinking about eating food and touching himself while imagining it was Ilya's hands all over him.
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Ok maybe Shane hasn't realized it's not just stress eating contributing to his new shape,,, like it's definitely a component but also he is indulging more than he thinks he issss. He also is way more into it than he thinks he is, but right now he's just assuming he enjoys the freedom, not because he likes how he looks or anything (oooooh Shane you wanna get fat so bad it makes you look stupid). Also Ilya does NOT want to get rid of Shane's stretch marks with the lotion, he's just saying that the lotion is good for Shane's skin like he loves how chunky Shane is.
I tried with the teasing? It seems crazy for a masseuse to say any of that but this is Shane and Ilya soooooo fuck it we ball? Maybe Shane would come to the next massage full (on accident or on purpose who knowssss)
