Nothing Lasts Forever

Hattan closed his eyes, his fingers curling against the man’s skin. Then one of Constant’s thumbs had found his nipple and he gasped a little. And his other hand was on his hipbone and he exhaled quietly, lifting his hips should Constant want to feel up his ass. “You are good,” he said. “Well, everyone’s good here but I’ve got favorites.”

“I would,” Jer told him with a smile. It was true that he didn’t actually know much of anything about this guy, but he was nice enough to help a random stranger who was struggling a little bit, and not everyone would get themselves involved in that kind of a situation. It was a small act of kindness, but it was also unexpected, and it made Jer happy. He supposed he wasn’t that difficult to please, but that didn’t really make a difference. “Oh, I haven’t gone either. Like maybe I will someday, but for now, life is this,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, but I’ve, like, seen that done in movies and stuff. Well, what comes to mind is Zoey 101, which was technically a high school but it was also a boarding school,” he rambled unnecessarily. “Anyway! I appreciate the offer and am intrigued by these presumably high spaces. I just want to go on the roof with blankets and stuff and stargaze. This is a pretty secluded location, so I bet the stars are so much better than in the city.” 

Oh Alright,” Constant said. He had no idea what Zoey 101 was?  A show or something perhaps? He really needed to watch more TV so he would know what people were talking about half the time. But if he didn't that it would cut into his reading time and that didn't sound like fun. He nodded excitedly. “The stargazing out here is amazing because there is hardly any light pollution. It's beautiful and you can stand anywhere on the grounds to see them, but the view is the best from the roof because you can see over the tree line.

“Please?” Lucas answered with a worried face and let his shirt fall back down once Constant was done checking his bruises. “Why do you have so many stuff to help with pain and bruises and all that? Are you really clumsy?” 

Sure thing,” Constant said. He went to his mini-fridge and pulled out a chemical ice pack, tossing it toward Lucas. “A little of both,”  he answered. “Some clients can be a bit rough and sometimes I just get hurt doing stuff like helping the gardener or working on my truck. Either way, it's good to have stuff on hand, because even if you don't need it, someone else might.” He smiled, feeling accomplished for being so helpful. “I think that should help, so you're covered, unless there was something else you think you might need?”

“Good. I hope so or I’ll be getting a new one every night.” The man replied while smirking to himself. “See, I agree completely. What’s the purpose of machinery when I can enjoy feeling a nice ass myself? Makes it more personal too. More of a punishment or a turn on.” He stated casually before chuckling as he looked at the other man. “Are you requesting a spanking?”

Aw. Constant didn’t want anybody beaten up? That was a shame.

Still, despite his protests, Alexei was entirely sure that repayment was still a necessity. It always was. People said they didn’t want anything in return; they were almost always lying. Unless Constant was just that nice.

“Tell you what, you can drop round to my room whenever you want to play with her,” he offered. “She’ll probably appreciate it. I have a feeling she’s going to be a prissy princess who demands as much attention as possible.” Leila squeaked a rebuke at him. “Oh, shut up, you are.”

Then, “Okay, yeah, that sounds great, actually. Lead the way.” Alexei turned, took a step, paused, and turned back with narrowed eyes at Constant. “When you say kitty, do you mean an actual cat? Or a… person kitty?” Look, you never could tell, around this place. Some people were into pet play!

That was enough for Constant. He smiled happily at the other offer before looking down a the kitten. Her little squeak was too adorable and Constant had to laugh. “Aw, don't be a little sassbox, Leila. Nobody likes a sassy princess.” This kitten was going to be insufferable if Constant kept that up, but he didn't care. It had been too long since he had gotten to play with a cat.

Constant started off toward his room, the kitten tuck in his arm. The other question made his stop and laugh. “What? Oh no. Not like that,” he said. “Elijah was an actual cat. One of the strays that roam around here. I used to keep in my room with it got really cold or the weather was just bad.” he frowned. “But one day he stopped showing up for dinner.” He sighed. “Oh well. I just hope that he's happy.”

He continued walking. “Do you have an aversion to pet play Or did you think I was going to trick you into wearing a collar?”

When Constant moved his head and more skin was offered to Alessio, he moved his nose across the skin, sniffing in the other’s scent. Parting his lips, his tongue moved out, and the tip moved across the man’s exposed skin slowly, teasing Constant. The hand on Constant’s hips begun to travel north and was joined by his other hand at the collar, where the fingers begun to undo the buttons to Constant’s shirt. Moving the tongue along the skin to Constant’s right ear, Alessio begun to speak in a deep and husky tone. “I wonder just how strong that window is.” That was all he said before biting down hard on Constant’s ear lobe.

A shiver went down Constant's spine as the other licked his skin. The touch of that wet tongue pairing with the feel of the other slowly taking in his scent drove him wild and he tried to push in closer. His hands moved down, moving to wear he slip one up the other's shirt while the other hand worked it's way to the guys' ass, latching on to one cheek, feeling the taut muscle there. He couldn't stop the giggle that escaped his lips as the other whispered in his ear, heat rising up his neck. He pulled the other hips closer to him, his cock already getting hard from the attention he was getting. “Oh fuck me,” he moaned the man's teeth going into his earlobe, another shudder moving along his body. “We won't find out standing around here all day,” he said right before moving his head, kissing Alessio hard on the mouth.

“Exactly,” He smiled, “that’s why I’m here. To relax, to take breather, to fuck a few handsome men.” Sitting into the seat next to the cute guy in the bar, Diesel was thrilled by the dark lighting in the room. The resort had it’s perks and it’s benefits, one of them being the handsome male whose he was locked into eye contact. “You certainly don’t blend in,” he rebutted, “you look better than most guys, I can say that for certainty.” He placed a hand on his chin in curiously, “Anything? Okay, enlighten me; what if I wanted a gym partner, would you o that.” He jokingly flexed a muscle as his smile stayed plastered on his face. “What if I wanted you to cook me a meal, would you?” He motioned towards the kitchen, “Or what if I wanted to fuck you, would you let me?” Diesel winked as he pressingly admitted in a low drone how he’d totally give the man the time of a lifetime.

A crooked-grinned crossed Constant’s face at the compliment. He didn't know how sincere the other was being, but he enjoyed the flattery for what it was. After all, who didn't like being told how good-looking they were? And this guy was entertaining, the way he joked and teased. Constant leaned on an elbow on the bar, resting his chin in his hand. “Well if you want a gym partner, I enjoy free weights and swimming and I'm great and spotting.” He looked toward the kitchen with a casual air before turning his attention back to the other. “Would you prefer dinner or breakfast? I do a wonderful frittata.” A sensual smile graced his lips at the mention of sex and he reached out a hand touching the other lightly on the arm before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Sure thing. Just name the room and what position and I'm all yours.”

“You do…” Hattan whispered, taking in how Hattan’s body felt on top of his and blushing a little at the nose kiss. He responded by giving Constant a quick peck on the lips. “I wanna feel your hands…all over me…” He sighed a little. “I think your hands feel great.” Then, everything about the guy felt great.

“Can’t say i’ve ever fucked a guy in a library before.” Alessio said in a teasing and suggestive tone. He notice the way Constant leaned in in a suggestive manner, which caused him to raise an eyebrow. Placing his right hand on Constant’s hip, he pulled him close against him in a forceful manner. “Well, hello there.” Alessio said in a teasing manner. “Would be a crime not to take advantage of such an opportunity, now wouldn’t it?” He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Constant in a flirtatious manner.

Constant licked his lips. Was that a suggestion? If it was it was one he would happily take the other up on it. Before he could respond, the other pulled him in close, and Constant's breath caught in his throat at how the other touch felt. That hand on his hip was delicious as was the way the man looked him. The warm press of the man's nose against his skin gave him a thrill and he grinned, tilting his head to give the other most skin to touch or if his wanted taste. “It would be such a waste if we didn't take advantage of it,” he said. He wrapped his arms around the other neck. “If you like I can show you my favorite spot? It's in front of a window and gets great lighting, “ he offered with a wink and leer.

Hattan managed a nod, letting himself uncoil under Constant. “Yeah, just like that. Shit…” He sighed, already wrapping his arms around the man again and holding him close again. “You’re warm as shit, it feels great.” That was probably a weird thing to say but it fit him so well, as a person.

Diesel silently nodded his head, “Tell me about it, but it’s a routine and, shit, it might suck but it’s my life.” Diesel was surprised, honestly, people rarely cared about his personal life, his struggle of having to be responsible every second of his life. People usually just called him hot and, including himself, wanted a quick fuck. But a decent conversations was refreshing. Diesel laughed along, “Oh, really? I didn’t pin you as working here am I’m usually good at ready people.” He shrugged, “I guess you’re that cunning, huh, handsome?” Diesel cocked his head, “Here at anyone’s disposal? Hm, well what about me?” Diesel snickered. "Only kidding.” He paused, “Slightly, of course.”

“That's one way to lo0ok at it, but still you need time to relax too,” Constant said. Really he was impressed the other took ownership of things. Most people, including himself, just complained for the sake of doing so. This was someone that had their shit together, which made already attractive man even more appealing to Constant. He shifted in closer, causally so not to draw attention to it. “I wouldn’t say cunning,” Constant said with a laugh. “I guess I've been here long enough that I've learned to blend in. Not stand out so much.” He didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. He knew that he should try to stand out more, like when he first came to the Haus, but it was so much work and in the end, he still attracted men to him.  Now Constant didn't hide his interest. He leaned in close, smiling salaciously. “I did say anyone and since you're the other one here, you have my undivided attention. So if there is anything I can do for you, just say the word.”

“Perfect! You’re wonderful!” Crap, had he already forgotten his name? Had they done introductions? Jer was so flustered that he honestly didn’t remember. “Can we put whiteboards on our doors? That would be the coolest investment. I could put like, ‘Jer was here’ on my acquaintance-friend’s doors then. Okay, maybe I sound like a total college kid wannabe, but I’ve never actually lived in a dorm-like setting like this before,” he admitted with a grin. The guy seemed to be okay with his random whims, which was pretty much all Jer needed out of a new friendship. He got a lot of ideas that he wanted to try, and it was his favorite when the other person also wanted to try things with him. 

“I wouldn't go that far,” he said. Constant just like to help and be helpful. It was a selfish thing since people seemed to like him when he was agreeable. Constant thought about it and shrugged. “I don't think that would be a problem. I don't remember there being any rules saying no to something like that, so go for it.” He wondered he shouldn't get something like that. Most of the other staff knew where his room was, but it would be nice for the new members. That way they could find him if they needed or wanted too.  He shook his head at the other. “I wouldn’t know. I never went to college, so I'll have to take your word that's something that's done in dorms.” So far he liked this guy. He just couldn't help but smile at him. “You think about what you would like to see around the Haus. I know where everything is at, including the entrance to the attic and the roof.” He said proudly.

“Leila. It wasn’t my idea. I would have named her Ankle Destroyer, but Leila seems to have stuck,” Alexei grumbled, scowling at the kitten in Constant’s arms in order to avoid the expression his face really wanted to make. He would absolutely not let himself go disgusting and sappy and loving.

Constant was doing that enough for the both of them, honestly. He looked like he’d just been handed the most adorable thing in the world.

“Yeah, having some stuff would be… good,” he said slowly, faintly awkward. Accepting help was always annoying. “Want do you want in return? I don’t have a whole lot of shit, but if you need someone beaten up, I can totally do that.”

“Aww Leila is a pretty name,” Constant said continuing to pet the kitten, who looked like she was annoyed with everything. Not that Constant noticed. “Her full name could be Leila, Destroyer of Ankles? Like a great barbarian warlord.” He suggested smiling at the other.

He blinked at the other, frowning. He understood what the other was saying but didn't know why they brought it up. “I don't want anything,” He said. “Maybe to play with Leila once in awhile but you don't have to repay me or anything like that I certainly don't need you beat anyone up for me.”

He shook his head, looking at the kitten like they were having a conversation about the other male. “If you want you can come back to my room and pick the stuff up or get it at your leisure. I have a ton of stuff. God knows I don't nee it. My kitty ran away.” He frowned thinking about Elijah. “I'm hoping he'll come back one day, but if he does I can get more stuff so you can keep whatever you take.”

“I am not shaking my tail at anyone I come across- just those that I think need to be put in their place for being assholes- I think that seems completely acceptable,” Valerie knew that he used to be much worse when it came to people in this place- but before he ran away from Constant and the life they had he was a generally happy person, just someone who feared he was a failure. Then he came here- his personality got worse before it got better, which was something he was ready to admit. “Your shape is fine without you drinking that shit- not even you like the taste of it, that has to tell you something.” Sighing as he rubbed his head into the other’s shoulder, his eyes closing. The moment that Constant called him a cat, and kissed the top of his head, he hissed as a tease, arms wrapping around the other’s middle before pulled away to flop on the couch. “I hate Tuna.”

“Riight,” Constant said. He had hopes for Valerie, that he would open up more, but even he had to admit that Val has gotten so much better about being standoffish. He just knew that this is wasn't Valerie’s full personality. That so much good lay under the surface and he wanted other people to see it and be as enamored with the young Vanderbuilt like he was. He shrugged. He may or may not, but he worried. He knew that the reason he was kept around the Haus was because of his looks and body. If he lost muscle mass he would be out the door in a heartbeat. “Hey. Are you saying I have bad taste or something?” He frowned, sulking. He didn't have bad taste. He just knew the value of good food and knew not to let it go to waste. He laughed at Val hissing at him. “That's impossible. All kitties like tuna,” he cooed at the other sitting next to him on the couch. “Would you rather have something else, picky kitty?”

“Well I was thinking we test out just how good this bed is. I’m not sure it’s suitable for my tendencies in the bedroom.” He replied before chuckling. “What like one of those spanking robots? I think I prefer to do that with my own hands.” He nodded, looking over the man again. “Yes, I think you’ll do just fine.”