Damian Dawson

     he smiled before shrugging. ❝ i guess. i didn’t grow up fancy so i do enjoy fine wine and foie gras even if it’s a little stuffy and it takes me away from my boyfriend, ❞ he mused. the worst part about working away was the fact that he was away for days at a time from jude. a soft chuckle left him before walking over to the person working that night, making small talk before ordering the custard tart for damian. ❝ anything else? ❞

“Your boyfriend?” Damian asked curiously, looking over at Bryton for a moment. “Who’s your boyfriend?” He followed the man over toward the counter and shook his head in response to the question. “Nah, that’s more than enough sugar,” he replied with a chuckle.

Danny grip soon tightened in Damian’s hair, his hips thrusting jerkily. He managed a quick warning before finally cumming in Damian’s mouth. 

[ txt; camille ] it’s a real problem!!!  [ txt; camille ] i would save it as leftovers but i’ve got brunch plans tomorrow and then i’m flying off to paris tomorrow night [ txt; camille ] so.. it’s either you coming over to help [ txt; camille ] or i throw it away :(

“Oh fuck you. I could take you in a fight any day,” he said as he patted his back pocket and pulled out the tiny knife he kept in there and flicked open the blade. He never used it but it did help him feel a tiny bit safer on nice he didn’t take some cab home. Robbie tucked the knife back in his pocket as he grabbed the drinks holding the shots in one hand with his fingers in the glasses of the energy drinks. “Here, take the shot and toss it in the glass then knock it back,” he instructed once he got back to Damian.

Robbie: Good! I need another cute twink there 'cause I can only have so much birthday sex.

Robbie: and good because I'm probably gonna have another birthday in August.

Robbie: Even if I'm weeping? :'c

Damian: But does it count as birthday sex if it's someone else's birthday?

Damian: Man, you seem to have a lot of birthdays.

Kylie’s head goes to the counter, a pout on her lips. “Caffeine….caffeine is always good. Know anywhere to get espresso? I’m desperate here.”

Jude watched as the man gave him a nod and walked off, then his focus was on Damian. “He’s got my number, if he wants it that bad he’ll wait and he’ll call later,” he said with a small shrug. “If it’s so boring maybe you should find a more interesting job,” he offered before he turned to the waitress at the counter and ordered himself a glass of water with lemon, free and delicious. What more could you need?

“I’d love to find a more interesting job,” Damian agreed enthusiastically. “This was the only one I could find when I got here. I don’t have any experience with anything.” He went around the counter and poured a cup of coffee, sliding it over to Jude. “On me,” he told him. 

Danny groaned softly and told him “Might have to suck you after, not fair to get a boy revved up with no release.” Plenty of tricks, Danny got no release or consideration. He would never be like that, it wasn’t in him to not care about the other’s pleasure.

Robbie laughed at Damian’s reasoning. “Oh, okay. You really wanna hang out with me even though you don’t know me? I could be a total slimeball,” he joked as he dug his phone out of pocket and opened up his contacts for Damian. “There you go. Just put yourself in as Damian Freak,” he said as he went back to the bar and got their drinks ready for the both of them. 

“But you saved me from that guy. You’re like my knight in shining armor,” he teased, starting to feel the alcohol working its way through his system. “Besides, you’re like the first person I’ve met that I might stand a chance against in a fight. No offense.” He chuckled a little and took Robbie’s phone in his hand, quickly typing in his phone number and name while he waited for the other to come back with their drinks.

Robbie: Yes! My real one!

Robbie: NOooooo I should look heartbreaking, it's supposed to make you sad not aww

Damian: Then I'll definitely be there.

Damian: I mean, I'd be there for a fake one, too.

Julien had just wrapped up a shoot at Hellion and, not in the mood to go home and be alone, he’d headed to Never-Never Land.  If he didn’t end up going home with someone, there would at least be the dancers to look forward to.  Ordering himself a drink, it took a bit to convince the bartender that he actually was old enough to have alcohol.  With an eye roll, Julien made his way toward one of the seats, only to stop abruptly with a startled noise when someone nearly bumped right into him.  “Hey, careful.  What’s the rush for?”

Damian seemed to have gotten into a habit of going to Never-Never Land after work once he’d gone there to see Ember. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he did end up usually spending a bit more than he really had available. That was a problem for Future Damian, though.

Present Damian’s problem was the guy who seemed to have decided that Damian was attracted to him, when the reality was quite the opposite. He just didn’t seem to want to take a hint. “Sorry, just really need a drink,” Damian told the stranger after turning to look at him.

[ txt; camille ] i don’t know how this happened [ txt; camille ] but i ordered too much pizza [ txt; camille ] and i need someone to come over and help me finish it [ txt; camille ] help?

“I need coffee, good coffee. With espresso. What is sleep anyways?”

Jude was just about to try to rope this guy in but then he heard someone talking to him. He pulled away from his potential client only to see Damian standing in front of him. “Oh, hey,” he said and turned back to the man, pulling a little card from his pocket and slid it his way before turning back to Damian. “Need something?”

“No, I just—” His eyes watched as Jude slipped the other customer a card. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just wanted to chat, maybe. Work is boring,” he said with a shrug. “If you’re ... busy, I’ll still be here for a while.” Far be it for him to get in the way of business.

Neel took in a breath as he watched the male’s hand slip into his pants. He licked his lips and looked around once more. He was wanting to offer help but he didn’t want to spook the dude. He moved closer, looking at the books for a moment before smiling softly. “Want some help with that?” he asked in a soft tone.

Damian took in a sharp breath as he looked up at the man, almost dropping the book that was in his hand until he realized that he wasn’t upset. Quite the opposite, it seemed. A smile made its way across the boy’s lips as he continued his ministrations beneath the fabric of his shorts. “Well, it would be rude to say no,” he agreed, nipping at his lip before setting the book down next to him.

      he looked at the other, wondering if he was joking before shrugging. ❝ it was a pretty trashy place. even by my standards. i mean, no offence if the person organising was like someone you knew or whatever. ❞ mirth filled his gaze when he saw the other’s excitement at the sight of all the pastries. he decided he wished that jude looked at him the way the other looked at pastries. ❝ i know, right? i mean the custard tart’s pretty good. as is the baked alaska. ❞

“Nothing wrong with trashy,” Damian said with a shrug. “At least it’s more interesting than some fancy get-together.” Was it ever, too. Damian had been to far more black tie affairs than he would’ve liked. “But nah, I didn’t know anybody there, actually. When I arrived, anyway.” He chuckled a little. He’d started making a few friends, at least. It seemed strangely easy in Cherrington. “Mmm, custard sounds good,” he agreed, zeroing in on the sweet.

“Do you swallow?” Danny asked, watching Damian with his own lust filled expression. Usually he’d last longer but out in public with people watching? It was too fucking hot to hold back.