Coaster

"Most have been offering kisses in exchange for a coin," Emilio stated. "Are you not comfortable with doing something like that?" he asked curiously. "You don't need to be sorry," Em assured. "I was a little skeptical of being here when I first came," he chuckled softly. "I thought I was far too old for people to even want someone like me." He still thought that sometimes. "It's a pleasure. Emmet. I'm Emilio," he smiled softly, extending out his hand towards the younger man.

"Mi Príncipe," Emilio cooed, happily welcoming the younger man into his arms. It was hard to forget Silas as he was the only client on the island who bid on him for a private date. Em wanted to make sure it would be a weekend that he wouldn't be able to ever forget. That's why giving one of his tokens to Silas was easy. He hummed happily against those sweet lips, his own arms wrapping around him as hands pressed to the small of his neck. Emilio hoped that it would be more than just a kiss. "I have missed these sweet lips."

Holy Shit!

Emilio gave him a lopsided grin, nodding his head. "I'm glad to hear that, it's good to see you brought your sea legs," he teased lightly before gesturing for Silas to follow. "Come, come... let me give you the tour." The boat was larger than most sailboats, big enough for it to withstand the weight of a heavy fishing net when being pulled up by the automatic dolly. There was some seating nestled back in the cockpit but, there was more upfront on the deck with more space for sunbathing if he liked. Below deck in the companionway was where Emilio would sleep, there was a queen size bed, a small shower, and a kitchenette. "Have you been on the other side of the island yet?" Em asked curiously. Getting ready to set sail he untied them from the dock, moving around the boat as he opened to the mainsail. "There's a small cove, it's beautiful and hard to get to from within the island, It's something that I do show on the island tour but I don't think I've given anyone a more up-close look before."

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Since coming to the island Renan was absolutely blown away by just how beautiful everything had been. The entire vibe of the island was just beyond anything he could have ever hoped it to be. He spent most of his days surfing usually, unable to keep from the water, and then his nights were spent at the bars or other areas of high traffic interacting and finding that specific man he’d want to invite back to his cabin for the evening. It had turned into quite the fun game for him, setting his sights on someone and working his charm until they waltzed right to his place with him. Staff, clients, it didn’t matter who the man was for the night so long as Renan was enjoying himself. Tonight he’d just gotten to the bar when a man walked right up to him blurting out the question which of course caused Renan’s eyes to go quite large as he looked him over. Well damn, he was not expecting that at all, though it was rather adorable the older man seemed so distraught over it. “I-” he went to answer, though the man continued and Renan couldn’t help but start to chuckle as he picked a hand up and placed it on the others clothed chest, giving it a few pats, “you’re gorgeous as hell,” he wanted the other to know that the grays did not bring his look down at all, in fact it quite amplified it for Renan seeing such a distinguished gentleman there, “and as for the smell-” he hadn’t smelt anything fishy, but he also took this as an opportunity to step a little closer, leaning in so that his nose brushed along the others fabric, inhaling gently as he shook his head, “not fishy at all.” He pulled back, unable to keep the grin from his lips, “is everything alright?” He just wondered why the man was so worried about having sex, “i’d totally fuck, or be fucked by, you, and i’m sure everyone else here would say the same.”

Emilio’s eyes widened as the younger man stepped closer, close enough to lean in and smell him. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he blushed, clearing his throat when Renan stepped back. “No... I’m okay,”  he assured, “Just my sister making me second guess why I’m even here for,” he mused, shaking his head. “Thank you, though.. for reassuring me,” Em chuckled, reaching up to rub a hand over the scruff on his chin. “Sorry for suddenly interrupting you-- you were the first one in my line of sight.” Emilio was too busy rambling off his worries that he didn’t take the time to see who he actually interrupted. He focused on the young man, noticing how attractive Renan was. “You... wow, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, “--and. now I feel like an idiot for acting like a crazy fool,” he mused, shaking his head. “Good to know that I didn’t scare you off and you’re still interested in fucking me.. or getting fucked,” Emilio once again began rambling on.

Roman was already two sheets to the wind, having had wayyyyyyyYYYyyYy more shots that he had sworn he would. Was that proper English? Anyway. every fucking time he did this, it never failed. His cheeks were flushed, curls pressed against his forehead from the perspiration beading thanks to the alcohol. Roman turned at the voice that suddenly appeared behind him, brows furrowing through Emilio’s abrupt questions. Ro was smiling now, even giggling at how someone could still manage to take him off guard in an environment like this. Was this guy okay?? Was anyone here okay? “First of all…” The dancer spun on his bar stool, one long leg crossing over the other as he tilted his head. The Brit’s eyes were shining from endeaarance, this was perfectly entertaining. “You look like you need a drink. What’s your preference? As far as if I’d have sex with you, I don’t see why not - that’s what we’re here for, innit?” Roman giggled. “Age isn’t a huge deal, I love grays. I haven’t noticed the fish thing yet, but if that’s the case, we can always bump uglies in the shower.”

Emilio quirked a brow when the other started giggling. Was he giggling at him? He wouldn’t be surprised as the older man could be a goof at times and somehow was always embarrassing himself. After all, he was a man who lived on a sail boat all by himself (except for his cat but wasn’t sure if the island allowed pets, so he wasn’t about to tell anyone about that.)  Em took a step back when Roman suddenly spun around on his bar stool, nervously swallowing the lump in his throat. How could he feel intimated by someone who was absolutely stunning? “Oh.. a drink? He questioned, glancing back at the bar. “I’ll just take a whiskey neat,” he answered, turning his gaze back to the younger man. “Yes.. you’re right... I guess that’s what overwhelmed me a little and didn’t help me feel any less insecure,” he chuckled, shaking his head. 

Emilio looked almost offended when the younger man told him to make sure he showered. “...but I do! I always shower after being out in the ocean, and I’ve even been showering in the very nice cabins that they are offering us,” he exclaimed, pouting a little as he sighed with frustration and collapsed into the nearest chair dramatically. When Em finally got over his little dramatic fuss, he glanced over at the younger man. “Meirda,” he muttered, “You are breathtakingly gorgeous.” There was something about Isaac’s soft curls and how the moon made his porcelain skin almost glow. “I’m sorry about that... I can be a little dramatic at times” Em chuckled, shaking his head.  “I’ve never been to a place like this before... it seems to be a little overwhelming at first.”

Dorian nodded slowly, smirking. He was pretty sure this man was joking, but if he actually didn’t know what he was in for by working here, that’d be slightly concerning. “Verdad,” He replied, letting the other know he spoke Spanish too. He glanced over at the phone that was showed to him, skimming the conversation. “Well, she’s wrong, papi. You’re sexy as hell, as I’ve already said, and no one here is gonna care about how old you are. Why? Do you care how old anyone is?” He quirked an incredulous brow. “You sure?”

He was quite excited to hear the other speak Spanish, even if it was just one word in response. “Tú hablas español,” he asked curiously. Emilio pulled back his phone, shoving it into his pocket. When hearing Dorian call him papi, he couldn’t help but smile. “No, I don’t care,” Em shrugged, “I’ve just never been to a place like this before... it’s a little overwhelming especially since being out at sea for the last three months.” He nodded, “Yes... I’m sure. I’ve calmed down a little, I’ll be sure soon to brag to my sister how much I’m getting laid,” he mused. “So... that offer of having sex with me. You still want to?” He asked daringly. 

Marcus had been at the haus for a week or two now and in all honesty he hadn’t gotten to see all that much of it, he was mostly found either at the bar, club, or the spa. So when he arrived at his main haunt, he called for the bartender and ordered himself a tequila shot and an old fashioned. Hearing a voice and seeing a figure approaching him, Marcus pushed down his sunglasses ever so slightly to rest on the lower part of his nose, so that he was looking over the top of the sunglasses, his eyes running up and down the older mans body, taking in every inch of him. He was a very, very attractive man, he had to admit, he would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice. “First of all, no you don’t smell, um, fishy at all, believe me, I’d be the first to tell you. And as for being too old, not at all, there’s no such thing.” Marcus told him, before he was bringing the shot glass to his lips, and tipping the tequila down his throat and swallowing. “To answer your original question, yes I’d have sex with you in a heartbeat. Why do you ask, anyway?”

You could say that Emilio was a little insecure with coming to the island after not having sex in nearly six months. After spending nearly three months out at sea, sailing the open waters of the Atlantic. He decided to settle here at Haus for the time being, and after telling his older sister this she couldn’t help and give him shit for being there. “I’m glad you think that,” he chuckled to himself, “My sister thinks no one would want to touch me even with a 39-and-a-half foot pole,” Emilio mused at his Grinch reference. “Though, she’s an asshole and has always been teasing me since we were kids. She just likes to get on my nerves.”