#augustuswilson

Elian was out for a jog when he spotted August out and about. He seemed to be on his own so the doctor didn't mind approaching him, since he wouldn't be interrupting anything. It may be presumptuous of him, but he felt that they had been having a fun time since they met, playing this little back and forth. August was far out of his league, young and beautiful as he was, but he hadn't shown any signs of being bored by his presence. "We really should stop running into each other when I'm covered in sweat and out of breath." Elian teased when he jogged up to him, pushing his fingers back through his damp hair. "Unless, of course, you prefer me that way." It was no secret that he was attracted to August, nor did he try to keep it one. But as the guest here, the blonde had all the power here. "Where are you off to so early in the morning?"

Aslan was just sitting down to eat at Chateau Blanche when he spotted someone he recognized come through the door. At first, his chest tightened at the thought that his lawyer, a man who knew the most intimate details of his recent scandal, was here on the island. And then he settled himself with the fact that August being familiar with his misdeeds might make it easier to talk to him without feeling like he needed to hide anything. After going back and forth with himself for a moment, he finally stood from the table he’d been seated at and walked over. “Mr. Wilson” He greeted, a flash of that signature camera-ready smile. “I’d love if you’d join me for dinner. I don’t have a date tonight, and it would be no fun eating alone.” It didn’t seem that August had any of the staff with him, so hopefully he wouldn’t mind the invitation. “Unless you’re waiting on someone, of course.”

Usually Victor wasn’t the type to approach the clients in such a manner, usually preferring to stand back and simply observe and wait for them to approach, but the party that the King’s were hosting encouraged staff involvement as well as client involvement. And while Victor was a little uncomfortable with asking for sexual stuff right off the cuff, he figured that at the least, a kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? Top or bottom, dom or sub, people enjoyed kissing... At least, he hoped that was the case.

Thankfully, it seemed that the other man didn’t seem to mind being approached and Victor offered a smile before he moved to offer the coin as the other’s hand moved to grab the back of his neck to pull him down. The kiss was intense, sure, and it left Victor wanting more as he pulled back to catch his breath. “Mm... a coin well spent. You’re certainly a fantastic kisser, sir.” And though Victor wouldn’t admit it to many people, he was a big sucker for kissing.

Since the St. Patrick's event Alec just couldn't get the client off his damn mind, but his schedule had been booked solid at the gym that he'd barely had time to wander off and try to find the lawyer anywhere. He had thought about messaging him, letting him know in some sense that he was thinking about him, but would that have been weird? Would the client have appreciated it or just dismissed it because Alec was just a staff member, a damn gym rat personal trainer, obviously nowhere near on the same level as the gorgeous man he kept thinking about.

His thoughts were running wild, and they'd reached their boiling point one night when Alec couldn't control himself anymore, needing to at least see the man. He made his way to the others cabin, standing before the door for only a moment before knocking, though now of course he could only think about what would happen if the man wasn't alone. Perhaps he'd had someone he brought back for the night and Alec would be interrupting? Were staff supposed to seek out clients like this? What in the world was he thinking coming to his cabin like this? To say he was nervous would be an understatement right now.

Silas smiled at the sight of August, a man after his own heart. They seemed to share a lack of inhibitions that suited him just fine. "That depends." He mused, straightening the front of the other's jacket as he admired how nice he looked. "What is included in this examination? And do I have to chip in my own coin for extra special attention?"

More than one person had insisted that Elian do something that didn't involve sitting around the medical ward or going on house calls. There were only so many things to fix in a resort like this every day, so most of the time he was administering IVs for hangovers or assessing pulled muscles or making sure someone had thei prescriptions they needed. It wasn't he high flying adrenaline pumping atmosphere of the ER but the location was definitely a lot better. Taking their advice, Elian made his way out to the tennis courts for a few rounds. What was the harm? He wasn't the only doctor on the island and things weren't going to burn to the ground just because he took some time to do something else he enjoyed... no matter how much he believed it might.

"Up for a match?" The man he was speaking to was a total stranger. But a total stranger that didn't appear to have a partner to play against. There was a chance that he was waiting on someone or had already requested a more qualified staff member but Elian was not shy. He also wasn't a pro at tennis, only ever playing for fun whenever he had time. That's what he was doing now. "Elian." He introduced himself, offering a friendly hand across the net and a charming half smile.

"My deepest, darkest fantasy?" The staff member laughed, unable to keep the blush from creeping over his cheeks as he shook his head, "I don't think you want o hear that, it might change your opinion of me." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked the other up and down, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to him, or have done to himself for that matter. This client was one of the most gorgeous men here on the island, and the fact that he'd want to help him make whatever fantasy that was brewing in his mind a reality? "Why are you so damn perfect?" He couldn't help but speak his mind as he stepped closer to the other, "i'd be careful though, give me the opportunity to take you away to fulfill some fantasies of mine, and I might just carry you right away from the event."

This guy was getting somehow a lot more attractive the more he spoke. The lawyer raked a hand through his now dampening blonde locks, icey blues stuck on Marcus like he was about to eat him alive. Everyone on this island was pretty good at flirting, and this was certainly no exception. August had assumed he’d been steaming by himself today, but this was a much better scenario. “Kinda like the idea of you watching me without knowing.” The blonde wagged his eyebrows, and then gestured to the spot next to him. “Sit with me, gorgeous. I’ll let you enjoy the sauna without attacking you right through the door…but, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“Ooh does someone have a stalker kink? Or are you jut a voyeur? ‘Cause I could get on board with either.” He replied, amused smirk playing on his pretty lips. Hearing the stranger telling him to sit beside him, Marcus strode towards him, showing himself off in all his glory, not an inch of his skin covered, he always was very open with his body, he knew he looked great, so why not let everyone else know it, too? “Well, by all means, handsome, attack away, won’t hear any complaints from me.” Marcus winked at the blond, before he was sitting down beside him, mere inches between the two of them. “My, oh my, you’re utterly gorgeous, aren’t you?”