Patrick doesn’t flinch. His breathing is steady, his jaw tight, and that sharp, unbothered glint in his dark eyes never wavers. If Poseidon’s amused, fine. That just means Patrick’s already managed to get under his skin—exactly where he wants to be.

His fingers press a little harder against the god’s chest, not enough to be a challenge, but enough to remind him he meant to grab him.

“Well,” he drawls, his voice smooth with just the right amount of bite, “lucky for you, I’m not ‘a lotta people.’” A slow smirk pulls at his lips as he tilts his head, studying Poseidon with deliberate boldness, like he’s deciding whether the god is worth his time.

Daniel couldn't believe what his childhood best friend had turned into. The man who kept him in line while he himself had pushed Cale out of his comfort zone. The two were good for each other…, until Daniel had gotten in with the wrong crowd when they were almost done with high school. It didn't help that every time he had come over once they hit puberty, Cale's parents made him feel inferior and unsafe. As if now that Daniel had started growing into a man, he was a danger to Cale's future.

How could they know Cale's future when they hadn't even known who he loved?

That dinner had been so awkward. Not because Cale was a married man with kids now, but for who he married. Despite the 'polite banishment' from that Karen of a wife, Cale had agreed to meet him separately, which was probably what they should have done in the first place. He was at the bar itself, nursing a pint of beer as he waited for his once more-than-a-friend to arrive and talk things out. Maybe all those words, those same sayings used to treat him like shit, were just from her.

Rin leaned down to straighten her foot because she'd been dancing for hours. The show was going to open in three weeks and she wasn't even sure that she was ready let alone the rest of the dancers. As she stretched so that she could continue, Rin looked down and saw a text from Ezra.

She liked him, she really did and he was so handsome but there was just something off. Rin couldn't put her finger on it but it made her keep him at a distance. Him bringing her food wasn't out of the ordinary, he knew her very strict diet somehow but and almost everything else about her and her family. Again just something strange but she needed to practice and he was almost there.

[SMS: Ezra] I'm at the studio and the front door is locked. The code is my birthday. Thanks for bringing me food I'm sure my feet will thank you too because my toes are already bleeding. Just another day as a dancer. Come in the dance area and we can eat there as long as you're fine sitting on the floor.

She knew he would be because it seemed no matter what she wanted to do he was always happy to help her and happy to make sure she had everything she needed. She really should just date him but how could she date anyone. The moment her grandfather found someone, she'd have to leave him. They couldn't be intimate. Maybe she just needed to be honest and up front that all they could ever be would be friends. Maybe he'd be fine with that.

Rin began to untie her slippers and place them next to her. She sighed. Yeah I might just be done tonight. Just as she fixed her toes with new bandages, she heard the bell on the door open.

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did this man know he was on full display to the entire room? cale doesn't look, well - he tries not to. unsuccessfully, might he add - but how can he help it? it's right there. "i uh .. my regular gym's closed." he motions behind him, absently. "an electrical issue, y'know, the one just off broadway? first time here." a beat, then he focuses to holden's face, properly. "sorry, sorry, thank you. gotta say, you weren't too bad yourself. what's your name?"

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well, this is an unexpected surprise. luxu is sat on the sun lounger by the time marc realises his presence, and is thankful for it. because he's treated to a sight with those boxers. if only every handsome man wore boxers instead of trunks when they went into pools, eh? "don't fire you?" he repeats, with a raise of his eyebrows. he appreciates the panic in marc. and with a barely noticeable curl of his lips, he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "why shouldn't i? i'm paying for your time, and you're using it to have fun in a pool that doesn't belong to you. and you were planning to stay there until i got home?" oh, cheeky. "what exactly do you suggest i do instead?"

Marc’s eyes were wide as could be, almost like a puppy that was about to be scolded. He was just looking to the man who had hired him, waiting for his ass to be kicked for what he’d done. He bit his bottom lip ever so lightly just looking to the other man “Please sir just give me another chance” he exclaimed “I didn’t do this at the expense of my actual work, I got all that done before I even thought of… well, this” he awkwardly gestured to his soaking wet state, every little breath made water drip down his chest and abs.

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"What brings you down brother? You don't come visit often."

Javi was sitting in the office of his condo with a potential new employee on the phone for a phone interview. He was the assistant general manager of his family's luxury hotel, something that had been in his family for generations. While he loved his job, it was definitely stressful at times. He was speaking Spanish to the person on the phone; Spanish was actually the third language that Javi was fluent in; he spoke Brazilian Portuguese (his first language), English, and Spanish.

His boyfriend and submissive, Daniel, had orders to warm his cock until he was done, and even though the interview had lasted longer than Javi had anticipated, he expected his submissive to obey. Or rather, he and Daniel knew he would handle him when he didn't. Javi's lips pressed together firmly as he could feel Daniel's tongue move along the underside of his cock, and Javi could feel his body react as his cock hardened a little bit.

Thankfully, he was wrapping up, and Javi said his goodbyes. As his hand clicked to end the call and set down the phone, his other hand moved to thread into Daniel's hair, and he gave a tug, pulling Daniel off of him. "What do you think you're doing?"