Tell Me How Bad I am

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them (He loves anyone who feeds him, he’s like a cat)

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

“Oh, uh well.. my name is Bryson,” he paused and offered a weak smile. “Um, I’m a staff member here.. so if you need anything,” he shrugged and bit down on his lip. “I’m around. Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Nice to meet you, Bryson. I’m Oliver.” He chuckled at the young man’s weak smile. He had recently found it enjoyable to tease the staff here, and the other’s reaction was exactly what he expected. “I’ll be sure to let you know, Bryson.” He playfully winked, “Anything, eh? Give us a spin?” He asked as seriously as he could, trying to repress a grin.

“You’re in the third floor too? Then we pretty much neighbours.” Gio let out a laugh, gently patting Oliver’s muscled arm in a friendly way. Not that he wanted to feel just how massive the man’s muscles were or anything. Who? Him? Obviously… not. “I’m a chatty guy. Give me enough rope and I won’t shut up for hours. You’ll either have to kick me out of your room or shut me up. I just… like a good talk. I think everyone should have a good talk at least once a day.” They were still talking about having a conversation at this point, right? “I can take you to the third floor if you want? But it’s good to see that you’re a part of the Losing Ourselves Squad. I’ve been here for over a week and I get lost pretty much everyday. At least I know my way to the elevator and then to my room. That’s good, right?”

“Well isn’t that a fine coincidence? Maybe we’ll be seeing more of each other then.” Oliver winked, smirking mischievously when the other touched his arm. “Rope, huh? What else gets you talking?” He teased, biting his lip as he stepped forward. “I’ll give you a good talking to.”

Oliver smiled at Gio’s offer, “That would be great, thanks. It’s good to know I’m not alone, I always thought there needed to be a squad dedicated to us lost souls.” He joked, beginning to stroll in a random direction, hoping it was the right way. A small chuckle escaped Oliver’s lips, “That’s sounds perfectly fine to me. Where’s the fun in knowing where you are all the time? Everybody could use a little adventure.”

“I mean, technically there’s nothing wrong with not being subtle and letting people what you want.” It ws just that Xavier wasn’t one of those people. He cared more about a deeper and meaningful connection with others. “You’re very attractive as well… with those eyes and lips.” He has to point them out, because how was he supposed to ignore them? “Pleasure, Oliver.” 

“I’ll remember that from now on.” He smiled and stepped closer, his eyes casually looking over the other. “The pleasure is all mine. So, how about it? Want to go out with me sometime?”

“Whenever that later is, I’ll be here waiting”

“Out here? Dirty. I like it.” Oliver teased with a smirk.

“But aren’t we already meeting right now? But you’re right about the first part. We haven’t met before. I’m Xavier.” 

“Maybe that was too subtle. I think you’re hot as fuck, we should go out some time. If you’re interested, and not taken. Nice to meet you Xavier, I’m Oliver.”

“I mean, they look fine, sure, but do they ever feel fine? Not really. Then again, I have like, PTSD of all the political events my dad and mom dragged me to, and I always head to get all dressed up, and I fuckin’ hated it, man.” He replied, shaking his head back and forth; another round of laughter leaving him. “I don’t mean to whine, but it sucked.” The more they talked about mankinis, the more that he was genuinely tempted to pick one up and see how he felt walkin’ around in one. Who knows? It might be his new favorite ensemble to wear. “Well, if and when it happens, I’ll be sure to seek you out. I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of it. Also—it’s been a good day. I have no complaints. And no, I haven’t had the kinda fun that you’re talkin’ about. I think this is the longest I’ve gone without it. I haven’t had any since the day before yesterday,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “What about you, huh? Have you fucked or been fucked today?”

“You poor bastard. I bet there was no sex afterwards either, I’ve been to a couple political events - they’re boring as fuck. No wonder you have PTSD.” Oliver could see now why he didn’t like suits. Oliver was older than the other was now before he could afford to buy his first suit, and it was his choice to wear one rather than the pressure of others. The director laughed, “When. You were born to show the world how sexy mankinis really are. You better, I’ll be heartbroken if I missed it.” Oliver raised his eyebrows, “A whole day and a half without sex? Well aren’t you the little rabbit.” He teased, “I’m meeting someone tonight... we’ll see what happens.”

“Spending it in your room? I guess it does make sense.” Nothing wrong with welcoming new people to the Haus. Especially attractive people. What could go wrong with having a couple of beers with the new dude and get to know each other? But Gio wasn’t all that stupid - despite the fact that he was blonde. By getting to know each other, Oliver clearly meant it in the biblical sense… right? “That way - all I need is your room number and I’ll drop by with a pack of beers. Nothing better than to welcome someone around with some booze and a nice chat. You’ll love it here. I’m having a blast.” Not that he was around sleeping with everything that had a pulse but… “Just don’t be surprised if you end up getting lost on the first few days. Happens to everyone.”

Oliver paused for a second, where was his room? “Third floor...” The man rooted through his jacket pocket, clasping his key and announcing the number written on the keychain. “Sounds like the perfect welcome, I’m sure we’ll have a lot to talk about...” Oliver cracked a smile. He could tell he was going to love this place, especially if people looked as good as Gio. The man’s words made him realise that he had no clue where he was, he couldn’t even remember where he was headed to. “I think I’m already lost...” Oliver admitted with an embarrassed smile, “But I always get lost so it’s nothing new.”

Since Oliver had been cooking since he was a young boy the act became a sort of comfort for him. The man had been preoccupied exploring the haus and getting to know its present occupants that he hadn’t yet found the kitchens - a room he instinctively gravitated towards in any new place. It was late evening when Oliver finally came across the kitchens. The last remaining staff too busy jostling with dirty pans and dishes to notice him casually inspecting the fridges for some ingredients. He was about to grab a bag of flour (a late night pizza snack was the idea) when a delicious scent caught his attention and distracted him completely from his objective. Oliver followed the trail through the labyrinth of stoves and counters to find a man pulling a steaming pot out of the over. The director stepped closer to the chef, “Hey good lookin’, whatcha got cooking?” Oliver leaned against the counter and smiled widely at the other.

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“Right? That’s kinda what I think about it, too. I’m just… I’m done wearin’ tuxedos and sports coats. It’s almost as if they trigger me or somethin’,” the smaller male replied and looked over at the other; truly appreciating his extraordinarily masculine appearance. “Also, you and I both know that I’d look AMAZING in a fluorescent pink mankini. Don’t tempt me with that because I’ll wear it. The less clothes the better, to be honest.” He replied, laughing a little harder at the conversation that was taking place. “How’re you though, stud? Havin’ a good day so far?”

“But tuxedos are hot - so classy.” Oliver added with a smile, he couldn’t count the amount of men he had fucked in a tuxedo. “It sounds like you’re looking for an excuse to wear this tempting mankini. If that’s the case then I fully support your decision. In fact, please, it would make my day. I claim responsibility.” Oliver joked with a laugh, the only image coming to mind was Borat. He raised an eyebrow at ‘stud’, smile still on his lips. “It’s been a good day so far. How about you? Had any fun yet?” Oliver queried with a friendly laugh and a playful wink.

Gio’s eyebrows rose in amusement with the whole scenario but he couldn’t hide the fact that the attention was welcome. And he did like people that knew how to flirt with style. Something he also happened to do when something that caught his eye appeared in his radar. And like the saying goes… when in Rome… “A whole pack, uh? Then that gives us quite some time to get to know each other.” The blonde licked his lips and gave the other man a quick head-to-toes look before offering his hand with a lingering smile on his lips. “You can call me Gio. And where - pray tell - are we getting these beers? Your room or mine?”

Oliver was here for a break, of course, but he could have gone anywhere for just an average holiday. The most important thing that the Haus of Perses promised was a whole lot of sex, and now that Oliver was here that was all he wanted. He had no clue who this man was, whether he was staff or client, but Oliver had always desired beautiful things. The man bit his bottom lip when he spotted the other lick his lips, “It’s very nice to meet you, Gio. I’m Oliver.” He smiled mischievously at the question, “Seeing as I just got here this morning I think it’s only fair to spend my first night in my new room.”