Shawn was never like the other kids growing up. He never experienced the joy of a pointless crush, being a secret admirer, praying to get a valentine from the one he longed for. He’d only had about two or three partners in his life, all of which he’d never been all that interested in. It wasn’t like his past partners weren’t attractive, it’s not like they had an ugly personality either. He just…didn’t fall for them.

In an attempt to make the best of his ‘talent’, Shawn began to take massage classes and later got a job at a considerably large spa company as a masseur. He worked like this for two years. Everything has gone smooth so far. Well, until today.

“Hey, Shawn.” The loud, gruff voice of Shawn’s best friend, Jaimey, rings out through the spa’s worker lounge. “Got a new client at the desk askin’ for a massage. Go do your thing bud.” Jaimey gives Shawn a friendly nudge and Shawn takes that as a cue to go out and help the ‘new client’ his friend mentioned. God, he hated talking to people. Not because he hated people, just because he was bad at talking.

Adjusting his grayish-black uniform Shawn walks out of the lounge and to the reception desk. He closes his eyes, sighing as he walks through the door and to the lobby of the spa. “Hello and welcome to CW’s Spa and Relaxation lounge, how may I help-“ Shawns deep voice falters for a second when he opens his eyes and spots the client. Oh. Oh wow.

Has his heart ever beat like this before? And why is it that every time he looks at this persons face, he can feel his own heat up. He wants to kiss them and feel them under his grasp. See what they’d look like if he…wait, what the hell? He’s never thought these things before, especially not in a work setting! ‘Get a grip Carlton!’ “Ahem…how may I help you?” Shawn continues his mandatory customer service sentence, but he still feels weird.