your stupid decision

"Right an email being sent to HR as we speak. That why she's so hysterical? Shit, you're nasty." Ben huffs out a laugh as he tries super hard not to say anything else rude. Is it his fault he would like to monopolize all of Winston's time? And now all Ben wants to do is fuck his secretary just to be a dick. At least then he can fuck with her head so she's not so obsessed with Winston. Ben's workshopping his plan in his head for when he leaves. Ben actually does think he gets to decide that because Winston didn't turn him away did he? He complains the whole time but doesn't ever make Ben leave. Isn't ever actually mean. "That's what I'm doing right? I think you like it." Ben teases with a wide grin. "I'm trying to lay pipe. I thought I made that obvious. Can tell you need it by the tension in your shoulders." Ben grins as he points over towards Winston and the line of his shoulders. Ben watches Winston as he props his feet up on the table in front of the couch. "Entertain you? And you call me needy." Ben grins as he watches Winston with a wide grin. "Why don't you call your secretary in here since you want her so bad?"

"Did you forget that the entire building, all these walls, all these people are under my command?" He scoffed and shook his head at another one of Ben's stupid words. "I don't like dumb boys, don't act dumb." Winston was clearly tensed, his brows pulled tightly together. "I've had a long fucking day, Ben. Don't be a brat now. We both know you'll regret that." Winston wouldn't mind taking his frustration out on the younger one. He asked for it always, anyways. The comment about his secretary made him laugh out loud. "You want me to call her in so we can have a little fun with her? I know I would love to but something tells me you would just be jealous." Winston sat back and opened his belt before taking it out of the belt loops. "You take out your dick and get it nice and hard for me or I'll see you out. Your decision, sweetheart."

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

"Following you? You're not hiding." Confusion momentarily knits in between Fen's brows before he smooths it back out. Perhaps he is following Xavi but it's hardly his fault. Kamil hasn't been paying any attention to him so he's found the next victim. And isn't he so pretty? "Do I need to know him to see all the signs?" Fen asks curiously as he keeps his gaze flicking between Xavi and his boyfriend. It was very easy to get what he wants. "He is like that. I've heard all about him Xavi." Ever since he'd seen Xavi he wanted to know everything about him especially that boyfriend of his with the wandering eye. He reaches for one of the glasses and take sit in his own before sipping it. "Nasty." Fen sets it down on the bar, "You like a man who drinks that shit?" He huffs out a laugh. "You should show him not to leave you alone. Looking like that. He's got to know someone could take you."

Xavi didn't like to argue but he felt like he had to defend himself in everything Fen said. "But you're in my town. You're not from around here, right?" Because he would've seen the other before in one of the few bars the town had. He literally dropped him off at his place a few nights ago - after Xavi got in trouble with some dealer. It seemed that all of that was taken care of though. Fen didn't want to take him to his boyfriend's house, so he gave Fen his own address. Maybe Xavi wasn't seeing what Fen was seeing. His eyes moved to his boyfriend and he frowned a little, pressing his lips together. "You don't know him but you've heard about him? You did research on him, us?" Xavi couldn't help but laugh a little nervously at that because right now Fen just sounded insane. Maybe he was afraid to find out something about his man that he hadn't heard before. Fen seemed like the person to always know a guy to get things figured out, get what he wanted. His eyes shot back to Fen as he took one of the glasses and he raised his brows to see him sip from it. "Fen," he scoffed and shook his head in disbelief to the other's actions. "He just likes sweet stuff." - Xavi mumbled, sighing deeply after. "Then what do you drink?" It wasn't so much a challenge all though he tried to look real tough saying that. Maybe he was offering Fen a drink, maybe he was hoping he could get back at Fen for the drink he liked, he wasn't sure. Either way, Fen was messing with his head. And he was sure the other could tell from how he was shifting from one foot to another, staring down at the drink before staring back up to Fen - this time without shooting a glance to his boyfriend. Looking like that. It was enough for him to blush and he hated that he always got to stupid shy around pretty boys. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure no-one's here to take me. My head doesn't just turn. Boyfriend, remember?" He tipped his head to Fen and held up his bracelet with the initial of his boyfriend around his wrist. "And I don't like strangers. So I'm pretty sure they have to kidnap me if they want me." Xavi argued with a shake of his head, then bringing the drink to his lips to take a few sips of his drink. Eyes moved from his very happy, very flirty boyfriend to Fen again. "But I can't say the idea of getting kidnapped on a Friday night in a town like this, doesn't seem appealing to me." He was honestly getting more annoyed with his boyfriend the longer he watched what was happening in front of him.

Warren just listens to Tom's words about everything being fine. Sure, it'll be fine. It's better that it happened now right? Instead of after an I do. He hates the feeling of letting everyone down and he knows that's probably already happening as they search for him. "You need a passport to get into Canada. They won't just let you in." And all his documents are at his place that they're driving away from. "Lets run away to the mountains. I want to get away from here." Warren murmurs as he smiles at the idea of Tom thinking about him in the candy isle. Wanting to make everything a little easier knowing he was coming to blow up his fucking life like he always tends to do. "I'm fine. Please can we just drive? I don't want to see this place anymore." He glances back towards the hotel he'd come to with most of his family and he can feel his phone vibrating in his pocket nonstop. "I don't think they'll ever understand."

He had a passport, but it was at home. Got one because he intended on visiting Eloi's competitions in Europe but he never really went. Tom didn't really think that one through. "Mountains are good." He nodded, pulling up on the highway not long after, ready to leave the place behind. "There we go." He said, giving Warren's thigh another soft squeeze. He occasionally looked over, checking in on him. "Understand that you wanna be happy?" Tom chuckled and shook his head slowly. "Let them know you're safe." Tom's hand moved to Warren's pocket and he fished out Warren's phone. "Text someone of your family that you're alright, that you just need some time. And you should probably tell him that you're done." He cleared his throat, tapping the phone to his thigh. "Then just turn it off. You don't have to text, call or talk to anyone. You'll be free." Tom put both hands on the steering wheel again. "You want to be free right? Do what you want?" Maybe he was pushing him a little. But knowing that he ended things on paper with the other dude would make him feel a whole lot better about the situation.

"You're cute when you're jealous." Ash presses his finger right against Eloi's pouty lips. He likes seeing that Eloi is bothered by the thought. If he wants to fuck with Ash's head he can do it right back. "No I wanna do whatever I want and you gotta do whatever I want too." Ash explains as he lifts his hips but he doesn't really need to help Eloi move him. He always just puts him where he ants and that's what Ash always wants too. "If you fuckin' other people then you gotta get condoms to fuck me idiot. I'm not letting your stupid ass hit raw." He huffs out. Honestly he doesn't know if he wants Eloi to just be with him. They're not dating so it'd be crazy to even ask that of him. "Oh so you think it'll make them more competitive?" Ash laughs at the idea. Most guys are real petty he doesn't know if it would work. "You wanna taste me." He repeats it back to Eloi. "And ask nicer then that. You not even sayin' fuckin' please. Won 50 bands and you think you can skip all over your manners huh?" Ash's stomach tenses at the press of Eloi's lips. "You're not carryin' me out of here if you're fuckin' me that good. I'm stayin' right here."

"I'm not jealous, fuck off." Eloi answered with a scoff, reaching down to bite Ash's finger as he pressed it to his lips. "It don't really work like that." But Eloi would do whatever Ash wanted anyways. Eloi shook his head. "I don't fuck others raw. I trust you." Lips continued to kiss down his stomach, freeing him from his pants and boxers. A whiny hum left him as Ash continued to whine about needing to hear him say 'please'. It made him chuckle, though. Eloi bit his thigh, then used a strong hand to flip him on his stomach, pulling his hips back and setting himself on his knees in front of the bed. "Can I eat you out baby?" He asked as he dragged his tongue along the back of his left thigh, big hands stroking his inner thighs - clearly needing a reaction from the other. "Please," Eloi mumbled against the other's skin, hands cupping the other's ass with a soft groan. "Gonna get you all nice and wet, so ready for my cock." - Eloi mumbled, his mouth literally watering so he just collected some saliva, and already spat it down onthe other's hole.

"She's new and you're gunna sleep with her? I'm calling HR." Ben huffs out softly as he glances back towards the office door. He does love ignoring everything Winston says and just spewing out his own shit instead. He loves how irritated Winston gets with him. "Well you said that but I didn't listen and you weren't answering my texts." Ben shrugs. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He glances down at his shirt and sweats. It seems very appropriate for the gym and even Winston's office. "No you don't. I don't wanna hear that excuse. You let me in just fine. You weren't even in a meeting." Ben points out as he blinks over at Winston. Usually a little begging and blinking his big eyes wins him over. A smug smile spreads across his lips when he notices Winston looking at his arms. "Right." Ben laughs breathlessly. "Quiet is not happening but I can take my shirt off." He pulls his tank top off over his head before he sprawls out on his back on the couch. "How are you going to reward me?"

"Gonna?" Winston scoffed from behind his laptop and paused what he was doing to look at him. "Who says I've not yet slept with her already?" His eyes remained on the younger male, brows raising as he waited for the reaction coming his way. Winston grinned when he looked back down to make some new deals, agree to some new introductions. "Meeting or not, you don't decide when I have time for you. You expect you can just skip your pretty ass in and get my tab rolling? You're bold." Ben was something else. He met a lot of pretty boys and girls, had a bunch of different agreements with them but Ben was always special. Even if that boldness pissed him off sometimes, he thought it was cute somewhere that Ben just desperately needed all of his time. With little to no emotion on his face, like pretty much always, he did let out a soft approving hum upon seeing Ben remove his shirt. "Depends on what you're gonna give me." Winston said as he used his calendar to add Ben to a few events coming up, sending notifications to his phone. Afterwards, he closed his laptop and opened a drawer to take out a package of cigarettes, took one out and lit it as he sat on the arm of the couch opposite of Ben. "Go on," he nodded down to him, taking a drag of his cigarette. "You got my attention, now entertain me." Even if he didn't do anything, Ben was worth every penny he spent on him. That pretty face alone was enough to show him off at events.

Ben perks right up when he sees Winston and he's about to start talking shit when the other tells him not to. Ben slides his thumb and index finger across his lips to show he is going to be quiet. He follows after Winston pressing right up against his back as the other lets them both into his office. "Stefanie, darling." Ben laughs softly. "She's your darling?" He raises his brows in question. "What did we talk about? I was blowing up your phone." Ben reminds as if the other could ever forget. "No this is special I'm off the clock." And can he be blamed? All he wants to do is bend this annoying ass man over to make him shut up. His warm gaze drops right to where Winston is rolling up his sleeves. "Well I was at the gym and I was thinkin' about sending you a thirst trap but I figured I'd just come over and fuck you to feel better." Ben shrugs as he says it crossing his arms over his chest. "Might help you relax since you're so fuckin' uptight."

"She's new and she's wanting me toss my computer at her." Winston muttered under his breath, then released a long sigh as Ben spoke. He always talked so much. While leaning back against the desk, he closed his eyes and listened to Ben. "I told you not to come over unless I invite you. This isn't some frat house you can skip in and out. Especially not in that," he nodded to the gym wear the other wore and shook his head. "Would that be all? You had your attention, everyone saw you get in Xaeridor's Enterprise again, you made your Instagram stories. I have stuff to do." Though he couldn't help but take a quick peek down to the other's arms. Winston unfolded his arms and waved to the door, not bothering to look over at Ben as he took his seat behind the desk again. "What would help, is if you take off your shirt and sit on that couch with your mouth shut, okay? Be a pretty and quiet good boy and I might reward you for it."

Skyler froze and turned to him. "Enz...it's not my fault I'm a hot commodity these days..." He scoffed, only to think that actually it was by his own merit...though this wasn't the time. "I dunno...like...some of these guys are wearing no shirt so maybe that? Or you can just ask like that. What kind of attention do you want? We talked about your apartment for like an hour."

"Please,' Lorenzo scoffed and he shook his head several times in disbelief. His eyes followed Skyler's gaze and he watched the guys, watching the bare torsos. It made him scoff and Lorenzo turned his face to Skyler, then peeled his shirt from his body. "Talk to me." He pushed the shirt into his friend's chest. "We didn't go out for weeks and now we're out and you're all over those guys instead of catching up with me. I think that's stupid. You should be looking at me."

Breath hitched as back met the wall. "I-I don't," his lips stammered the words, though the gaze of his brown eyes conveyed a different tale. Kissing Eloi...fucking Eloi...it's all he's been able to think about. Ransom was in a difficult position, stuck between a rock and a hard place...literally. "I-I can't." He said, though there was nothing finite or definitive in his tone of voice. "You know we can't."

"You can't what? You gotta help me here, Ran, I don't know how to read minds." Eloi taunted the other, pressing his body weight into the other's to feel him against him. It was enough to make him smirk like an idiot. "Your body's saying something else, baby." - He teased. "Go ahead. Then push me away, leave." Eloi moved his hands along the other's chest before curling them around the back of his head. "Tell me why we can't. I want to hear it from you."

"And what an anticlimactic way to go." Sky agreed with a nod, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "At the very least, if I go out while I'm out on the water, it'd make for an interesting story." It didn't help with his nervousness about getting on a board, but Xavi's relaxed confidence was putting him more and more at ease. The idea was becoming less daunting, by the second. "I imagine it's part of the spirit of the camp, then." Sky nodded, coming to the realization, himself. If tens of adults his age, maybe even older, were fearless enough to give a crack at it, why shouldn't he? Sky graciously took the beer back, the bitterness having mellowed out in his throat. "I, uh, I appreciate it. Thank you, Xavi." Sky replied, his smile growing alongside the heat in his cheeks. "That sounds...manageable, then. My biggest fear, aside from the whole drowning thing, was being sort of thrust into the deep end, no pun intended." Sky appreciated the out, but he didn't think he'd be making much use of it. "Less that I don't like them and more that I don't have a lot of experience with them." Sky admitted sheepishly, admiring the throngs of people down below in their carefreeness. "Me too! I'm either writing or it's video games." Anything that would transport him from the here and now. Xavi took to his feet and stared down at the hand with trepidation. Taking a final swig of the beer, he nodded, cupping his hand in Xavi's. It was warm. "I'd love to."

"Sky, you're not going to drown. I'll go with you on the board, we'll do it together." Xavi reassured the other but he couldn't help but chuckle a little about the other's reaction. It was cute. "You're doing fine, just stay with me. I got you." His lips curled up in a bright smile as the other admitted playing videogames too. "What do you play? And you write? What kind of things?" Even if he had been interested in the other before he spilled those interests, he felt even more excited about getting to know him now. Xavi didn't pull back his hand but simply laced their fingers together so he could guide Sky through the crowd. "Tell me more, what kind of stuff do you write?" Xavi reached for a new beer, handed Sky one with his free hand and then just took one for himself, sipping from it as they walked to the stage.

as smooth as beckham typically was, he felt himself growing just the slightest bit nervous. he had always been incredibly attracted to tristan, but it was all the more intense since he wasn't just some random person. the man smirked, his eyes still fixed on tristan as he leaned in closer - refusing to back down. "mm, they all sound pretty fun and we probably have time to do all of it," he responded, pretending to think before his smile turned a little more devious. "always knew you wanted to make out with me, tristan. why don't you show me what you've got?"

It was true, they had all the time really to make other poor life decisions. Tristan caught the smile on Beckham's lips and he returned it with a soft scoff. "Oh now it's me who wants to make out with you?" He raised his brows, hand reaching up to pull Beckham's chin and turn it towards him. "I've seen you staring at me all night." - Tristan mumbled before he leaned in, lips brushing along Beckham's before he kissed the other. It almost felt like a relieve, to finally feel his friend's lips, tongue sliding past the other's lower lip to taste the beer off his mouth and asking permission to deepen the kiss.

"I've been telling you he's not your type but you don't listen to me." Fen sighs softly as he keeps his hand on Xavi's face as he keeps the other looking in the direction of his boyfriend. "He's not good for you." Fen murmurs against the others neck as he keeps him still. If anyone were worse for Xavi it would be Fen. Still that hasn't ever stopped him. "And who is that he's taking to Xavi? That's not you baby." Fen feels like there must be someone on his side to offer him Xavi up in this situation like a fucking present. "Don't you want to get back at him?" @disapprove

"Are you following me?" Xavi's eyes were pinned on the guys at the bar, feeling how his heartbeat started to pick up at Fen's words. "You don't know him, Fen." He said quietly, watching as his boyfriend talked to another guy. A very handsome guy. Xavi normally wouldn't think anything about it but Fen was feeding into his insecurities and making him see things that he might not seen before. "He's just talking. He's not like that." Xavi stood there, holding the two glasses. He shook his head slowly and then lowered his head, watching the glasses and swallowing thickly. "I'm not angry, he's not doing anything wrong." His knuckles were pale from squeezing the glasses in his hands to tightly, feeling more than jealous. Xavi's face tipped back into the direction of Fen. "Get back at him how?" He could consider it, at least.