Samuel Taylor

The thing about feelings and emotions – no matter how hard one would fight against them, they would always come back and bite a bitch in the ass. Deep down, Patrick couldn’t blame Samuel for feeling what he was feeling. To nurture some degree of emotion towards someone who was kind to him and treated him as a person and not some hole to be fucked whenever the mood would rise. People tended to be drawn toward kind and sympathetic souls. It was more than obvious now, especially after hearing Samuel talk – that while he was perfectly ok with the whole sleeping around part of the equation ( it was their job, after all ) he still sought something more. He had a taste with Kevin. It was clear as day that what the two men had in the past was strong enough to leave something behind. Lorenzo was a client. No one in their right mind would have feelings for a client, especially when taking into account how different their lives were. Patrick knew that better than most. No matter how many times he would be with Alexander and how many nights they would spend side-by-side and looking into each other’s eyes… a part of him knew that he would never be at the same level that the owner. Even if Alexander said he was… Patrick knew he would never be. Maybe that was why he was ok with having his feelings buried deep within. Letting out the admiration and devotion to that one man shine through – for being by his side was better than not being there at all. “Maybe we should have sex.”It came out of his lips as casually as discussing the weather on a Sunday afternoon. When one worked in the business of sex – suggesting to get naked with someone and fuck until they couldn’t move an inch was pretty much how they got their job done. And Patrick did want that not only because Samuel was good-looking and he had the vibe of a good roll in the hay… but what better way to get under his skin on a deeper level than sex? Sex was intimate. No matter how many times they would tell themselves that it was just an itch that needed scratching – it would always leave something behind. A memory. That constant itch that would not be satisfied by others… and with Samuel saying that he could not have sex with Kevin, Patrick pressed his lips together, hiding away the internal smirk that had formed. No, Samuel could not have sex with Kevin. They were way past that now, weren’t they? Alexander was going to have a filled day with this report. “Yer’ askin’ me if I ever been in love?” The question made Patrick’s eyebrows arch upward and all the response he could give was a shrug of his shoulders. “Wasn’t everyone ever been in love at one time or another?” Wasn’t he nurturing feelings toward someone else for a lifetime too? “I just live for the moment, Samuel. No regrets. Que sera, sera… right?”

Patrick would not dare to say a word. He merely remained by Samuel’s side, hearing his speech and pretending not to be as invested in all that melodrama as he was. Every single thing that came out of Samuel’s lips was going to be dropped on Alexander’s lap in record time. Not only did Samuel and Kevin have a relationship before they both came into the Haus – but it had been something incredibly serious for both of them to still have feelings toward one another. And if that shit show wasn’t enough… Samuel was now harboring feelings toward a client. That sort of shit happened more times than one could even guess. Give some of those men a bit of attention ( even if their time is being paid for ) and they would melt like little teenage girls with a daddy complex. How starved were some of those little whores for a fragment of affection? Would a nice smile and quick roll in the hay make them fall head over heels for someone beyond their reach? And how pathetic could a client be if the feelings were reciprocated? Out there in the real world, there were far better options than a man who sold their body for whoever would pay the most. Patrick chewed his inner cheek and ended up thinking about his relationship with Alexander. It was not the same. They had known each other for years and the feelings he had towards the owner were genuine – for they had been born before him going there. And he was perfectly ok with Alexander fucking whoever he wanted, the same way Alexander accepted that some clients would want him in return. It was just sex. People were just nice toys for them to play with for a while but then be done with that. “Ye’ really are in a pickle, aren’ ye’?” Patrick placed one hand on Samuel’s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. Between his ex-boyfriend and someone he was developing feelings for, Samuel was definitely finding himself digging an ever deeper hole than he had to. “It’s easy to discover whether or not yer’ into him – ye’ know?” Patrick placed his empty bottle on the table and devoted Samuel his entire and undivided attention. “One thing is a client requestin’ ye’ to fuck. It’s yer’ job. It’s our job. We don’ have much sayin’ in the matter. But would ye’ have sex with me?” It was merely a hypothesis. “If I said I was attracted to ye’ and wanted to have sex with ye’, would ye’ want to do it – or would yer’ mind go straight to Lorenzo?” If the answer to this question was the second, then Samuel was in deep, even if he wasn’t aware of how deep. “If Kevin asked ye’ to have sex with him… would ye’ do it because ye’ share a history or would ye’ say no because yer’ mind thinkin’ of someone else?” Alexander was going to have a monumental day when he learned all of this. There was no way out of this that would end up on a lively note to all parties involved. “It’s ok if ye’ have feelings for him, Samuel. Yer’ heart wants what yer’ heart wants.” And Patrick knew that better than most. “Ye’ bein’ a whore here doesn’t make ye’ any less than the clients. Ye’ know ye’ can be loved. It’s obvious yer’ ex still cares for ye’… so why wouldn’ Lorenzo as well?”

Patrick would have smiled if he could when Samuel stopped him from going and actually wanting for him to stay there. Instead, he sat back down and gave the other man a reassuring smile – the sort of expression that he usually used to make people aware that he was there for them no matter what. He would not judge. He would not say a word unless instructed to. So Patrick sat down and focused on his beer as he heard Samuel talk about this guy that was the love of his life. How they had lived a wonderful life until they went off separate ways. Could it be…? No… Things couldn’t be that fucking easy and yet all Patrick could think about was how everything seemed to make sense after seeing Samuel and Kevin together pack at the party. The way they were so close… the kiss they had shared… could it be that things were just THAT easy? And if dealing with the love of his life was not enough, there was someone new in the mixture. The handsome rapscallion with whom Samuel accompanied to the Halloween party. The fashion designer, Lorenzo. Could it be that Samuel was at a crossroads? The love of his life that was no longer the man for him on one side and the client on the other? Patrick found that shit ridiculous. A whore… falling for a client? Was this the gay version of fucking Pretty Woman? Was Samuel playing the role of Julia Roberts and expecting Richard Geere to take him away? Alexander was going to have a fucking blast once he shared all of this with him. “Shit.” Patrick finally reacted, glancing over his empty bottle and then back to Samuel who looked completely drained. No wonder he was drinking. “Yer’ no longer with yer’ ex, right? And ye’ say ye’ ended up on good terms so… it shouldn’ matter if ye’ like someone else now. If he loves ye’ the way ye’ say… ye’d be happy for you to have someone new.” Even if that someone new was a client. And with clients having that whole fucking hero complex going on, Patrick could see Lorenzo wanting to take Samuel away. “Does Lorenzo know about Kevin?” There was a moment when Patrick chewed his inner cheek. “A part of me wants to say for ye’ to tell him about Kevin but…” Insert the shrug and the slow head shake. “If this was outside, ye’d be golden. In here? In a place where ye’ can see him every day? Tellin’ Lorenzo would only make him second guess ye’. He’d always wonder if yer’ with him, ye’ know…?” And if anyone had to tell Lorenzo anything – well… that would depend on Alexander, wouldn’t it?

It was obvious that something was up. It didn’t take a genius to realize that something was indeed bothering Samuel – but what Patrick truly wanted to know was what his relationship with Kevin was. Alexander’s interest had been more than usual when he shared that he had seen them kiss… and honestly, Patrick was also feeling a bit curious regarding what it could be. The thing was… he couldn’t press on the subject too much. He needed to let Samuel feel like he could confine in him and tell him what was wrong at his own pace. Putting too much pressure on the topic would make the blond suspicious and he didn’t want that. So Patrick did what any other good friend would do. Pat Samuel on his leg as he saw the other man recline back and focus on his own beer. He was listening but he wasn’t showing he was paying more attention to a subject than he should. It was the same principle as playing poker. Never show in your face what you had, even if their hand was the victorious one. Lorenzo. So that was the name of the client Samuel had paired up with during the night. He was a fashion designer, wasn’t he? A man so posh and so alluring… no wonder Samuel felt drawn to him. “Ye’ give yer’self far too little credit.” Patrick chuckled and reclined back as well, giving the other staff a smile of his own as he rubbed his arm in a solidarity motion. “Ye’ just sayin’ that ‘cause yer’ staff. And ye’ thinkin’ on how a client could have any interest in ye’.” Did this mean that Samuel had a soft spot for this particular client? Oh… this was gold. “He would be a lucky bastard to have ye’. In and out of the bed. Yer’ one of the nicest guys around. Ye’ must be doin’ somethin’ right.” At the question regarding the maze, Patrick brought his beer to his lips to conceal the smile that formed there at the memories of both him and Alexander spending time together. “I was paired up with one of the bosses. I don’ know what I was thinkin’.” Patrick was aware that he needed to keep the heat away from both him and Alexander in order to avoid suspicions. “He barely speaks to me unless it’s him givin’ a booty call.” Let people know that they fucked. He wasn’t the only one so there was nothing new there. “It was fun. At least, I had fun until we were killed off and escorted out.” And that was all he was saying on the matter. Patrick took another sip from his beer and nudged Samuel playfully on his shoulder – wanting to catch his attention. “I can tell yer’ thinkin’ on somethin’. Somethin’ that’s botherin’ ye’.” Play the friend card. Make himself available to listen. “Ye’ know ye’ can talk to me whenever ye’ want. We are both at the bottom of the barrel, ‘member? If we don’ stick together… then who will?” The bait had been set. All Patrick needed to do was wait for Samuel to swallow it whole. “I should go. Ye’ clearly need to be left alone and I’m just here botherin’ ye’. I won’ meddle. Just know yer’ not alone, aye?” Patrick patted his own leg and was preparing to stand up. It would be for the best if Samuel was the one asking him to stay. That would mean he did want to talk. To share what afflicted him.

Patrick didn’t force the conversation as he sat down across from Samuel – remaining silent for what felt like forever as he gave the staff some time to gather his thoughts. His gaze fell on the empty bottles. This a clear sign that Samuel was drinking in order to forget certain things ( perhaps the kiss? ) which would work for a couple of hours – until the effect of the alcohol would disappear and the hangover would bring all of those issues back tenfold. While he did enjoy drinking, Patrick couldn’t understand why people assumed that numbing their senses with booze would work. The more one drank, the more those barriers around their heart and mind would crumble, only to become an emotional mess later on. If anything, Samuel was actually making his job easier for him in the long run. If he kept drinking, his tongue would get loose, and with it… the secrets he was trying to keep to himself. “It was unfortunate, yes.” All Patrick could do was shrug. Kennedy had been a close friend of his at the Haus – as close as he would allow someone to become. They had their fun together, a tight brotherly-ish relationship where they would do things together and actually enjoy each other’s presence. With him gone…? Work was piling up but he could manage it. The more clients that came to him to become their personal trainer, the more options he would have when it came to learning something juicy. There was always a positive side to everything. One just needed to find it. “I’m still waitin’ for ye’ to come to the gym since our last talk.” The only way he could spot Samuel or work out with him – was if the handyman dropped by before the gym opened or after it closed. That was also a nice way to spend some time alone with the staff… and eventually, learn about what they were hiding. “Ye’ look like shit.” Might as well state the odd elephant in the room as Patrick moved from his seat to approach Samuel – sinking on the empty spot next to the blonde and ever so gently giving a squeeze on his leg. “Is everythin’ alright?” Clearly not. Patrick knew that much – he just needed to uncover how deep the issue went. “Ye’ looked quite happy at the party. I saw ye’ with that handsome man before I walked into the maze.” What was the client’s name again? Lorenzo? “Did somethin’ happen? Are ye’ upset ye’ got killed off?” Samuel did outlast him and Alexander after all. “I know ye’ don’ feel like talkin’ but… if ye’ need a shoulder…” Patrick gave Samuel’s leg a little squeeze and presented him with his best smile. “I don’ mind hearin’ if it helps ye’.”

Alexander had entrusted him with a rather simple task. Get whatever dirt that existed between Samuel and Kevin and report back to him. Ever since he saw the two kissing – actual kissing - during the Halloween party, Patrick had become rather intrigued with what sort of story the two of them shared. It would be the same as ever. Sure – he kind of liked Samuel. He was a nice man he could easily have a chat and under very different circumstances, they would be best friends. It was nothing personal, really. It was just a request. And no matter how amazing Samuel would be as a friend – Patrick’s loyalty was only to two people. Alexander and himself. All others were just mere pieces on a chess board that could be moved at the King’s command. All he needed to do was push them in the right direction. And that was exactly what Patrick was doing as he stepped into the Sapphire Club after being done with the gym. The last time he had been there – it had been during the opening party. The very same place where both he and Samuel had exchanged beers and even flirted a little bit. Patrick cleared his throat and ran his fingers over his still wet hair – drawing a straight line towards the bar where he inquired where he could find Samuel. A different staff member had mentioned the handyman was at the Sapphire… now all he needed to do was find him. The bartender – bless his soul – was so quick to point him in the right direction: one of the boots further from the action of the dancers shaking their goods and seducing the horny clients, all alone with nothing but beer bottles to keep him company. What would be the reason to make Samuel drink that much? Could it be Kevin? Or was it perhaps the handsome man that he was paired up with during the party? Whatever reason, Patrick would get to the bottom of it as he asked the bartender to give him a beer – alongside the one Sam had requested. “Ye’ look like ye’ need a pick me up, darlin’.” Patrick tilted his head to the side and pulled his best supportive smile, gently nudging Samuel on his foot. “I brought yer’ beer. Do ye’ want some company or ye’ feel like bein’ alone?” It was always nice to ask. Made him look like he actually gave a damn. “I can sit somewhere else if ye’ want to be alone with yer’ thoughts. I’ve been there…”

Kevin had never considered the option of being so tied to one person that would almost make him feel… domesticated. He was raised in a military household, his father permanently drilling into his skull that feelings and emotions were not something he should have. WEAPONS didn’t require that sort of thing. That’s all he had ever been. A weapon. The perfect soldier in the eyes of a man that would never give him praise for anything – for he was merely doing what he was told. Weapons didn’t require praise. They only needed to be aimed and do what they were supposed to. He had grown to become detached. His mind always focused on the next mission, to view people as tools that could be used for a wide variety of tasks. And he had successfully kept everyone at bay until Samuel came into his life. This one man… he showed him what it was like to be able to feel things. He taught him how to be himself completely and not just a brainwashed soldier that would do whatever it took to get the job done. After all the horrible things he had done… after killing countless people and assassinating others because he was told to… how could someone love him? How could someone pick up the broken pieces of the man he was and glue them back together so that he would resemble something slightly human? Samuel had done that. He had done that in more ways than one. Saved him from the monster he was becoming. He had shown him kindness and love – things that Kevin had never truly experienced throughout his life. How could he not want to help the man that had shown him was being alive truly meant? “You should have asked for my help, Sammy. Even if we weren’t together – you will always be the one person for whom my heart beats.” Maybe not as it had once but close. They had been happy and there was still love there… but both of them knew that the past was in the past. That being apart had been the best option for them both before they would shatter everything beyond repair. Kevin sighed as their lips met, his hands taking a firm and almost possessive hold of the man who had once owned his heart. There was nothing he would not do for the one man who showed him how to be himself. For the one who picked up the pieces. “I love you, Sammy.” Kevin’s lips curled into a half-smile. That L word… he had said it so rarely even when they were together for it scared the shit out of him to say it… But he meant it. Even now – he meant it. “You’ll never be alone again. I’m here now and…” Shit. Kevin couldn’t even think as he gazed into Samuel’s eyes. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Could anybody blame Samuel for enjoying the attention? Jonah certainly did not think so. In fact, maybe once he’d get used to it, he would revel in it as well. He didn’t want to claim that he was the most humble person in the world; while he didn’t think of himself as cocky or vain in the slightest, didn’t everybody enjoy being flattered and getting attention in that way? Having someone like Sam tell him he was good-looking at least felt very much flattering in the best of ways. Jonah wasn’t naive; he could tell the other man was flirting with him right now, and as much as he wasn’t prepared to be put on the spot like this, it felt anything but unpleasant. “Well, I mean… With a guy looking like you telling me I am attractive… And, you know, speaking of luring me to sin and stuff”, he chuckled nervously, trying to decide what he could say without seeming too forward or stepping too far out of his own comfort zone. “I can’t help thinking about what that would feel like. Your hands on my body… Your lips… I wonder how soon I would be ready to just let go and stop worrying and just… do what feels good”, he mused.

As alluring as those fantasies sounded to Jonah’s own ears, the question remained - did it have to be just a fantasy? Samuel was right here, just waiting to corrupt him if Jonah was willing to let it happen. What was he afraid of? Sure, in some ways this was a brand-new experience for the younger blonde, at least as far as the circumstances of this place were concerned. But when had that ever stopped him before? Wasn’t his curiosity one of the qualities Jonah took the most pride in? All there was to overcome was the nervousness of taking the leap. And maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Samuel, or maybe both… but he felt like maybe he was ready to do so.

What was it going to take? That was a good question. Taking off that toga seemed like no big deal at first glance. After all, there were so many men around him wearing barely more than their wings and the jockstraps they all had to put on as part of their uniform. And yet, maybe that was the point. Joining the ranks of all these undressed men would fully make Jonah one of them, would be a sign that he was ready to embrace his role as a staff member here. He couldn’t claim that he was no longer nervous about that thought… but Samuel was making it oh so enticing. Just feeling the other man’s body against his own made the younger blonde’s blood rush faster through his body, feeling those fingers underneath the fabric of his toga gave him goosebumps. Just take the leap to hell… yes, what was it going to take?

“A kiss”, he hummed, an almost bashful smirk forming on his lips as he looked into Samuel’s eyes with a mix of nervousness and newfound courage to dive head first into the adventure that the Haus was surely going to be. “I can’t let a man undress me without having him properly kiss me first, can I? … I’m too angelic for that”, he chuckled.

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Samuel could only smirk the more he listened to the other talk, “you know, with me standing right infront of you, there’s not much thinking you have to do on the matter.”  If Jonah wanted to know what it would feel like to have Samuel’s hands all over his body, his lips, or just about anything all he had to do was say the words.  “Why keep these thoughts in your head when i’m right here, willing to bring them to fruition?”  A fun word for a night like this, where anyone’s fantasies could come to life with only the utterance of a few words.  He couldn’t help but frown, though only for a second, when Jonah spoke of being unsure when he would truly be ready.  It wasn’t everyday that you ran into a staff member who was still so uncertain of themselves, so it definitely took Samuel back, but not in a bad way - if anything it was an admirable trait, Jonah being only one in a few around here who had that sense of nervousness. He could tell that the gears were spinning in the others mind, and boy did the handyman wish he could be in that glorious head of his to know what was being thought.  He’d asked the question what would it take, so he assumed the other was sifting through plenty of responses the find the best one.  Samuel knew that he was being forward, he could have dialed it back some, but at the same time he was just having fun himself and if it happened to help pull the other out of whatever pit of nerves he was in?  Considering Samuel, who usually wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this, was standing in next to nothing enjoying his time there he could only hope to help the other ditch his inhibitions too.  When the other finally told him what the one condition would be, that it would take a kiss to get that toga off of him, of course Samuel could do nothing more than grin.  “Oh wow, that’s a pretty tall request, I just, I don’t know how i’m going to pull that one off,” he of course was teasing as he remained close to the other, his hand coming up to cup the mans cheek as his thumb grazed over his lips just taking them in for a moment.  “Sure you don’t want me to buy you dinner first too?”  He liked that the boy, as bashful as he seemed to be, was at least coming out of his shell a LITTLE bit.  If it was a kiss that he wanted though of course Samuel could give that to him.  “Just don’t think too much about it,” he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over the others, “let yourself be pulled into the moment...”  With that his lips brushed softly against the others for a kiss, something simple just to give the other a taste of his lips, though if this kiss was what would be between him and getting that toga off the other he certainly was going to push the envelope.  “See, not so bad is it?”  He asked against the others mouth, tilting the others head back just enough so that he could bring their lips together once more, this time deepening the kiss as his second hand rested on the others back, pulling him closer until their bodies were entirely touching, though as to not come on too strong he soon released him, taking a step back as he scanned the other to gauge a reaction from him.  “You’re still standing, hell hasn’t swallowed you yet, so was that kiss sufficient enough?”  He wouldn’t mind if he needed to try again either considering clothes coming off definitely had quite a price tag.

Growing up a construction worker you always learned to check your pockets before throwing your clothes into the wash (after of course ruining several machines with pocket fulls of screws), so as Samuel was changing out of his clothes to end the night he did as he always would - his hand sinking within both of his pockets, though when he felt the paper he pulled it out with a rather confused expression. He unfolded it and read the words that had been written, his heart immediately quickening it's pace as he saw the nice things that Kevin had wrote for him. There were nights he'd lay awake in bed and just wonder what things would be like had they still been together, but he knew had that been the case he would have never found himself here at the Haus. He would have never met Lorenzo, a man who captivated him in ways he had never been captivated before. The Haus was a whole new world for him, and knowing that Kevin was here walking these halls with him? They may no longer be a couple but the love he had for him would never diminish, and knowing that he'd always have Kevin in his corner? He folded the note back up and put it in his nightstand, a treasured memory that he would keep throughout his days at the haus. "I'll always love you too, Kev..." He spoke to nobody as he was alone in his room, memories of their lives together flooding through his system as he continued getting ready for bed.

In a way, he was already sort of expecting the reason for Samuel to be at the Haus to be something family related. He wouldn’t be there by choice – or because he simply needed a job. It was probably one of the hardest things Samuel had done in his life but the reason why he was doing it was as valid as ever. Who could ever judge him for wanting to help his family? It did break his heart to hear that things weren’t so well. “Why didn’t you call?” Probably due to pride or not wanting to burden him with things that were not his concern. In the years they spent together, Kevin saw how devoted and caring his boyfriend had been to his family – he had been there. “I could have helped.” Kevin already knew the answer even before the words came out of his lips. Samuel would never pick up a phone and asked him for help. Not because he didn’t trust him – but because it was his family and he was the one to come up with a solution. “Sammy…” Kevin shook his head and brought one hand to his former partner’s face so that he could look straight into his eyes. How it hurt to see him like this. Ashamed that this was the path he had to take in order to help, probably wondered how big of a disappointment he had become. Kevin shook his head again and took Samuel’s lips onto his own in a kiss. A kiss like countless others they had shared, filled with passion and care, love and want. A kiss to show that no matter what he would never be the one to judge him. He would never be the one to throw the first stone. “Sorry for what?” Kevin brushed their noses together as he gently pulled back from the kiss, looking straight into Samuel’s eyes. How he had missed that man. Even now that they were face-to-face, he could still feel that ache deep within him. “You are doing what you can for your family.” Kevin had never been close to his own family with the exception of his brother. “You should never be sorry for that. Ever.”

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No matter how scary it was, in a way, to leave behind the safety and comfort of heaven - aka his old life -, it was also undeniably tempting to embrace the place he had infiltrated and now found himself in. Jonah wasn’t going to forget the purpose of why he had come to the Haus in the first place, but since he was here now, since he was technically working as a prostitute for the time being… why not indulge in sin and fantasy at least a little bit? No matter how angelic he looked, Jonah was by far not without those. While he had gathered some actual experience back home, it wasn’t much and most of what he knew there to be out there in terms of desired, fantasies and depratvities was still out for him to explore. Those fantasies that had always been a bit out of reach, almost as if a barrier was holding Jonah back from diving in and losing a bit of his innocence in the process. But here, there was no barrier. All that was stopping him from exploring those desires was himself.

“Get hooked on you?”, he asked with a chuckle and a light grin, raising an eyebrow. Part of him was struggling to get a read on Samuel, unsure if the man was subtly flirting with him or merely using his words in a way to tease the new staff member. Nonetheless, Jonah decided to go with it and have fun. “Maybe you already have”, he teased, before shaking his head eagerly when the other got concerned if his outfit was subpar. “I think it looks great. And you look amazing in it. If I were you I would definitely have made the same choice”, Jonah claimed, grinning widely. Sure, he knew that he wasn’t all too bad looking either, and maybe during the next party, he’d pick a revealing outfit himself instead of covering himself up this much. But there was no denying that Samuel was extremely pleasant to look at, and Jonah had to keep himself from staring.

He thought about the question for a moment, debating in his head what answer to give. Literally being dragged to hell - aka the other strip club - was an option, and certainly Jonah would be pushed out of his comfort zone if he watched people literally having sex on stage right in front of him. But what he really needed was somebody to tear away the safety net he’d coccooned himself in, and encourage him to push and explore his limits. “Figuratively”, he decided. “Whether you’re literally dragging me to hell or not… I think I need to get out of my comfort zone.”

”I do love the attention sometimes,” he smirked as he continued to speak to the other, “and to have someone who looks as good as you hooked on a guy like me?  Well, wouldn’t that just made it all the more worth it,” he loved the idea of being able to drag this one out of the comforts of heaven, though he wouldn’t push him any further than the other staff wanted.  “Have I now?”  He asked, curious to know what sort of thoughts were running through the other staffs mind when it came to him, “do share...”  He’d love to know what dirty little images, or at least he HOPED they’d be dirty, that Samuel had elicited from the other. Hearing the compliment about his appearance only had the staff member grinning like a damn idiot.  He knew he looked good, but when others insisted the same, well that was what made it even better.  “I’m sure you look just as good under all of this,” and Samuel wouldn’t mind properly unwrapping the gift behind him, so long as Jonah wanted that.  “What’s it going to take to get you to lose some layers, Angel?”  He asked, a smirk growing on his lips as he made sure to keep them close, not wanting any distance between them. When the man answered the question, that he needed to get out of his comfort zone, “do you trust me to be the one to do it?”  He knew he wouldn’t be the only one who would go to him that night, the man was gorgeous so of course would probably be flocked to by others wanting the same opportunity.  “I can make it fun for you,” he smirked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the others cheek, trailing down to his neck as his hands positioned themselves at the others sides, making sure Jonah’s body was pulled right into his.  There were so many options for Samuel right now, so many ways that he could start to get the other out of his comfort zone, but where should he even begin? He let out a soft hum as his fingertips trailed underneath the toga as his hands felt his rippling ab muscles, the staff member obviously worked out and any man should be appreciative of that.  “Tell me,” instead of figuring it all out for himself, perhaps he should let the other give him some ideas, that way he could still at least be comfortable enough as Samuel tears through his layers to bring him into the pit of Hell, just to be able to show him how much fun it could be.  “We should take this off for starters,” he could feel the waistband of the jock strap beneath so he knew he’d still be covered, but with a body like that would he still be modest?

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Being eager was a hallmark of his personality but there were so many times it was faked or manufactured simply for the sake of getting another man off. Men were easier to play when you knew their weaknesses, and arrogant men loved eager boys desperate to serve. Mallory wasn’t some master manipulator though. Especially not right now. Every ounce of his desperation and eagerness in that moment were genuine; and were for him. “I tend to be eager but not this bad,” he hummed as he looked up at the taller man with dreamy, lust-hazed eyes. His blush darkened another shade as he felt the hard shape of the other man’s own arousal rubbing against him in their close proximity. Good. This wasn’t one sided; he wasn’t foolishly throwing himself at a man that didn’t want him in return. “You’re bringing it out in me more than most people do…” and he meant that.

When the other man mentioned putting on a show, followed by his question if whether Mallory wanted him badly enough to drop to his knees right then and there the boy didn’t bother waiting for him to finish his line of questioning. Bringing himself up on his toes so he could press a kiss to the side of the man’s jaw he then trailed his way down to his neck, playfully biting against him, before moving down to his shoulders; down to his chest, dragging his teeth over the ample muscle and flicking his tongue over his right nipple before working his way lower; moaning under his breath as he kissed over the rippled, hard lines of the man’s abdomen until he finally settled on his knees in front of him, the golden underwear he was wearing practically pressing against his face.

Rather than bothering to take the garment off completely, Mallory reached up and pulled it down just enough to get it out of his way; the man’s cock falling and smacking lightly against the boy’s face as it was freed from it’s confines. Looking up at the blonde with a sinful, needy stare as his cock rested over his face, Mallory brought his right hand up to loosely grip around the base. Sticking his tongue out, he lazily traced his way back down the thick shaft until the head of the man’s cock was resting against his lips. Again without waiting, the boy opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around him; hollowing out his cheeks as he took the first two, or so, inches into his mouth.

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“You called it fatal, I name it…a charming blemish,” Hand affectionately caressed the taller man’s cheek, Lorenzo smiled without any intention to draw away. “Never change, Samuel. Not for anyone, including me.” The hand that pressed behind Samuel’s back applied more pressure as the man made remark on the gesture. An idea appeared on his mind, but before he acted on it, the handsome staff revealed this bracelet with his name carved on it.

“Yes, you may.” Lorenzo raised his left arm, with his wrist turned upward for the other man. “While I understand this is part of the rule of the event, I also acknowledge this is the first gift you ever give me. I will treasure it.” He waited until the cold metal pressed against his raw skin, Lorenzo rotated his wrists a few time, tested the tightness of the band to ensure it was secured over his wrist. Then he nodded, he has waited long enough to execute what he had in mind. 

With an amused smile, Lorenzo took a step forward, pushed Samuel toward the corner with his motion. Shadow veiled over them from other guests, Lorenzo trapped the tall man against the wall, tongue hit against the roof of his mouth and made a clicking sound.

“Back to your pervious statement…I don’t know, as the matter of fact,” Lorenzo smirked, his other hand boldly pressed took a playful grab over Samuel’s pectoral muscle, slowly made its way down to feel that tone torso over the dressing shirt. “Perhaps you should tell me. What effects do I have on you, Samuel Taylor?”

His hand reached further down, slipped between the end button of the shirt and the belt buckle. “You speak of punishment…Why, you want me to punish you? Is that what you desire, Samuel?” The cold metal scratched over Samuel’s bare skin when the hand invaded the undergarment. Lorenzo’s long fingers swirled and took hold of the hidden heat, took it with a firm grip. “I see you agreed to wear that little gift I have sent you.” He whispered, paused a second to lick over the darkened bruise on Samuel’s neck. “Not that I have doubted it for a second. But I always appreciate a reassurance.”

As the clients wrist drew upwards of course Samuel couldn’t help but grin given the fact that his name would soon be adorning it for the remainder of the evening.  He wasn’t sure what would be done with the bracelet come tomorrow, but for tonight his name would lay rested against the others wrist and damn would it look good there.  Hearing that this gift would be treasured just warmed Samuel’s heart, “it looks good on you,” almost as though a claim of ownership, his name on someone else’s body, moving his hands away only once it’d been clasped so that the other could inspect it on his wrist. As his body was pushed backwards he was startled, they’d gone from having such an adorable blissful moment, to his back pressed firmly against one of the buildings walls that surrounded the maze.  He could only let out a soft groan, loving the feeling of being captured between Lorenzo and ANYTHING that would hold him in place, though his mind was definitely reeling as he was following that traveling hand of the others.  He was thankful that Lorenzo had repeated what he’d only just said because already, with the other so damn close to him, he seemed to have forgotten all words and thoughts. He tried to remain calm, but the others words along with their hands roaming over his body, damn why did he have to actually dress up tonight so he couldn’t feel the hands against his skin?  He was cursing himself for dressing in layers, granted the image provided was still one that he was not going to complain about.  “I don’t think I need to answer that one,” he shook his head, a small fit of shaky laughter trying to break way, “I think it’s clear just by looking at me what effect is had.”  He wasn’t one who could just remain calm and keep his feelings at bay, he wore each and every emotion on his damn sleeve, especially when Lorenzo was involved.  He just couldn’t hide how ultimately turned on he got whenever the client was in the vicinity.  Could you blame him though? He let out a sharper breath as he could feel the others hand slipped behind his buckle, the damn metal against his body so damn cold against his skin while his hand drew a path of fire across the staff members skin.  Did he want to be punished by the other?  “I don’t think I have it in me to disobey you,” he shook his head, though did the idea of being punish come across as extremely hot?  Of course, but Lorenzo could tell him to do anything and there would be zero questions asked as he complied.  “If it means getting to see another side of you,” if it’d been just as hot as the other ones, “I could sure as hell try...”  He would fail miserably, but he could at least try to misbehave.

Time felt like frozen while Kevin held onto Samuel for what felt like forever. It took him back several years – a time when the two of them were indeed happy together and under the same roof. It felt like a lifetime away. He was able to remember their sweetest of moments and the saddest ones as well but… all in all, both he and Samuel had been happy. Probably the happiest he had ever been. It had taken a complete stranger at a bar one night, to show him how life was supposed to be lived. How to become a new person and move onwards with his life. If it haven’t been for Samuel, Kevin would have had no idea of what he was to do. But he found a friend. A lover. Someone who taught him how to be comfortable in his own skin and move forward in life. Someone who taught him how to smile, forgive and forget. And after these past years to be finally face-to-face with him was… it truly felt like a dream. Kevin scoffed as Samuel wiped away the insisting tears before he closed his hand around the blonde’s wrist. How gorgeous was that man? How beautiful and perfect had he become over the past years? “If there is ONE person worthy of my tears – that someone is you. I’m not sad. Quite the opposite. Seeing you…” It brought such a rush of emotions and memories that felt too much to endure alone. How could he not be happy to see the face of the man who still held his heart in his hands? A faint sigh danced from Kevin’s lips the moment their lips touched. It was a simple peck – yet contained all the electricity and heat from back in the day. How he had missed those lips. That scent. That voice. “I… I was working as a bodyguard to the King’s father for some years.” The blonde cleared his throat and got back into his more composed self – even if his eyes seemed to be lightened up with stars at the sight of Samuel. “When he passed, Alexander King asked me to serve him instead. I am his…” There was a pause that was followed by a tense clench of his jaw. “Personal security detail. Hence why I’m here.” But why was Samuel there? Did he work there? Was he one of the… staff? “What about you?” With his head tilting to the side, Kevin gently intertwined their fingers together, giving Samuel’s hands a tender squeeze. “You work here, don’t you?” He would not judge. Not ever. “How?”