Title: It's Not That Kind of Place
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli
Rating (Word Count): R (5x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to elizabuffy for the beta *smishes* This fills the "Professional Massage" square on my cottoncandy_bingo card.



It's Not That Kind of Place

"Are you sure this place is clean?" Adam asked.

"Yes, muru, it's clean. They are professionals here."

Adam huffed out a sigh. "It's just, I've heard stories about massage parlors."

Sauli rolled his eyes. "Not this one. I researched it."

"Meaning you Googled it."

"Yes, I Googled it but I also asked around. Everyone says it's good."

"Your Finnish friends?"

"Yes muru, my Finnish friends. According to them it's the most authentic place in Southern California."

"Okay." Adam replied, still sounding unconvinced.

"You trust me, right?"

"Sauli, you know I trust you," Adam whined.

"Then stop being such a diva."

***

"I'm not a diva," Adam protested loudly.

"Okay, muru, okay."

"Look, I heard a story about a pregnant woman? She went for a massage and the table was covered in jizz." Adam turned to Sauli. "I don't want to be covered in someone else's jizz."

Sauli sighed. "Aren't there laws against that here?"

"Yes."

"Then stop worrying. And yes, right now, you are a diva."

"I'm still asking them." Adam said petulantly.

"Fine. Just be nice about it, please?"

"Sauli, I'm not going to be rude. I have a reputation to protect."

"Yup. You do." Sauli paused. "As a diva."

***

Adam tapped his finger on the receptionist's desk, trying to contain his impatience. A bubbly redheaded woman came out to greet him. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The room is ready and Georgia and Lane will be doing your couple's massage today, I hope that's okay."

He gave her a tight smile and Sauli nudged him with his elbow. He relaxed his smile a tiny bit and the tension in the room eased slightly.

"If you'll just follow me," she said brightly.

Sauli squeezed his hand and they followed her back into one of the treatment rooms.

"Is it clean?"

***

"Adam!" Sauli hissed.

"What? I told you I was going to ask."

The receptionist turned and gave them another smile. "It's okay. We actually get that question a lot. The answer to your question is yes. Each room is cleaned after every client and fresh sheets are placed on the tables along with fresh towels. Each masseuse carries their own oil or lotion and they wash their hands before each client. They also choose their own music."

"Thank you," Adam said sweetly, shooting Sauli a smug grin.

Sauli just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Told you," he muttered.

***

"That was the best massage I've ever gotten," Adam exclaimed as he stretched on the table, before getting up to get dressed.

"Hmmm," Sauli said, getting dressed.

Adam slid over to Sauli's side, wrapping his arms around him, kissing his cheek noisily. "You were right and I was wrong. Forgive me?" he batted his eyes.

Sauli grinned. "Nothing to forgive, muru. Now take me home, this massage left me with a problem."

Adam glanced down at Sauli's cock trying to burst out of his pants.

"Do you think we –"

"Absolutely not."

Adam pouted.

Sauli tugged him toward the door.

The End