Whatever the bloke's name was, he ended by finishing with Dean's inner thighs and then running his hands back to his feet, and Dean gave up the fight against his body and just closed his eyes again, forehead pressed to the table.
"Give me a minute, mate," he said to Seamus without looking at him when the bloke was done, and it took a few minutes of focused thinking about Seamus' grandmum in a bathing suit to kill the edge of arousal that the massage had dragged up.
Then he dragged himself up from the table, dark skin blushed a little darker, and he wrapped the robe around himself and headed to the changing room to get his clothes again.