Oil and Water (Don't Read in the Closet Events)

Something not quite fitting together, isn't that what they mean by, "like oil and water"?

Unkempt, chubby, severely myopic and frequently incomprehensible, Enzo Leone Ferrara is an unlikely gay heartthrob. Jericho, his hunky, surfing massage therapist with the magical hands, has every faith that the shy fledgling man has it in him to soar. If, that is, he can embrace the present moment, get over his painful past, and courageously learn to live his dream. A sexy, sentimental, heart-warming romance ensues—

—Did we mention everything's just a bit... off?

Nerdy Enzo has a massive crush on the towering beach god, but Jericho's only into waxed legs and boobies, preferably in multiple pairs. Both men are working together on some mysterious project in a hidden cave on the Mediterranean, but they've hit a snag and their boss is livid. Time-out in the cramped massage room with the door locked, doing something nice for the poor kid, seemed like a good plan to Jericho at the time. But the strange talents for which Enzo was hired are just starting to blossom. And there's nothing quite so volatile as a young man awakening to his own power. A young man in heat, no less. Mix in scented oils, bulging muscles and sweat, flickering tea candles and fine calf-skin, and who knows what could happen if little Enzo literally decides to embrace his present. One man's blissed-out daydream might turn into another's freakish nightmare.

Will any of them get out in one piece, trapped under a sudden superhuman eruption of Sicilian lust?

Dear Author,
Why the heck is this geek all wet? And why is he looking at me like that. Someone, please, tell him to stop or else…

Photo Description:
A possibly naked young man, brown hair, close-cropped beard, sensual lips, handsome but presents as a geek. Intently staring, though with unfocussed, slightly crossed eyes. Adjusting his thick glasses. He is dripping wet with drops of water surrounding him as if floating in space–a frozen moment.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's " Love Has No Boundaries " event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.