It was a man in his forties, short with tightly curled brown hair, and a slim body. He was wearing a Speedo too, only his was a glorious scarlet. His gaze was direct and unapologetic.
Jason nodded. “Yeah, cool. Thank you! The human body wasn't made to rub lotion onto its back.”
“Luckily, that's why we have other human beings,” said the man. “Here. Give that to me, and I'll finish for you.”
Jason handed over the bottle and turned slightly, hunching forward so that the other man could reach his back more easily.
The man's hands were firm and curiously comforting. It felt good to have someone rubbing his back, even if he was a stranger. After a few minutes, the man patted Jason's back and said “All done.”
“You're welcome.” There was a moment's silence, then, “I'll be off now.”
“Well, if you have to … But I'd be delighted if you stayed.”
The man's smile split his tanned face and his hazel eyes glinted. “Yeah, I'd like that.”