"Haha, seriously? Oh man, that would so suck," Des said, wrinkling his nose. He let out a soft sigh when Michael moved his hands over his shoulders and back. That felt nice. He smiled softly, turning his head so that he could look over his shoulder at Michael. "I'm glad that you moved down here. We might not have met otherwise."

He closed his eyes and groaned softly as Michael started to massage him. He spent so much time in front of the computer and was guilty of not having great posture, so his muscles were pretty tight, particularly along his shoulders.