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Forced to help Ayub move into his apartment, Simon hurts his back – badly – so the doctor prescribes physio therapy and massages. Oh, Simon's SO not into this, wtf? Until he finds that his therapist happens to be a brown-eyed boy with strong arms and tender hands who throws Simon into an unheard-of fit of desperate, horny pining.
Here comes a whacky, crazy, horny, deadass embarrassing Simon-POV love-at-first-sight Wilmon-AU.
------------------“Can I ?”, Wilhelm’s soft voice sounded from behind, and pulled Simon from his musing.
He could feel the presence of the therapist, the firm body standing in his back only half an arm's length away, radiating warmth and a cozy, light and clean scent, looking down on his naked shoulders from the enchanting height of a really tall guy that Simon would look up to when he’d be holding him in his arms and – YES! No! But OF COURSE! Nooooo! He was NOT READY for this and he would rather gnaw off his own leg than getting a massage from this knight in white sneakers – fuck it, he would grab his shirt and be out of there, dragging the corpse of his dignity behind, but who cared, Simon couldn’t do this.
“Sure.”
SURE? Okay, so it was official. He was an idiot.