#thomasxking

Renan had been enjoying himself EXCESSIVELY since coming to the island, a hell of a lot more than he had when they had been back in Virginia. He was like a damn kid in a candy store and he spent most of his time taking all that he could from what the island provided. Still, there was something MISSING that Renan just couldn't put his hand on. He had found his fair share of men to satisfy his nights urges, but still there was one urge that he'd yet to have fulfilled. That's what brought him to the Kings Club tonight, hoping that he'd find whatever it was he was missing (not that he even knew what the hell that was), but in the meantime the drinks the bar was providing were definitely loosening him up (not that he wasn't already loose enough to begin with). He was having fun enjoying himself, dancing with whoever got close enough to put their hands on him, his buttoned shirt hanging slack at his sides unbuttoned so his body could be on display. Somehow he'd gotten glitter all over himself (it wasn't too hard to believe considering the amount of men he was grinding up against), and the heat of the atmosphere was definitely helping his body glisten.

Seth would be lying if he said that he wasn’t excited for his boss to try his food. Seth had put a lot of effort into each and every one of his boss’ supposed foods, and he was going to make sure everything was perfect. From the taste to the presentation. Seth moved across the kitchen. The french onion soup was topped with a few fresh herbs to add it a little bit more taste. French onion soup was also one of his mom’s favorites, and had actually been a dish he had made a lot back when he lived with them. So he definitely felt confident in his dish. The taste, he was confident, would completely blow him away. 

The coq au vin was something he had made in one of his classes before, although it wasn’t one of his favorites personally. Still, he was determined to make sure it was good enough for him to win this bet. He made sure to use all fresh ingrediants. He was pretty confident someone of a King’s position would tell the difference. The mushrooms, lardon, and pearl onions were prepped and added in. Some glazed carots and herbs were also added in there to add it a little bit of extra flavor. This coq au vin? S tier, Seth would like to say.

And then it was the last two dishes. The Salade Nicoise and the Chocolate soufflé. Seth made sure each food was just as perfect as the resh of the dishes, and he made sure to plate all of it beautifully. He grinned as he moved out and put the food on the table, smiling as he saw the King had been seated and was waiting. 

“Hope you weren’t waiting to long, boss man.” Seth said with a smile as he moved to begin placing the food on the table in front of his boss, a eager grin on his face. “I can’t wait for you to try it.” 

Paco always had a brown-nosing streak in him. He just couldn’t help it. That’s the way his father raised him. Hard work above all else, but kissing ass —not literally, at least not back then— was just as necessary. A keen thinker would note that this habit in him started in the home with Paco’s father, his very first authority figure... but he preferred not to reflect on that.

Right now, he wanted Thomas to use and abuse his body. 

A newish addition to the Haus, Paco knew he needed to make his mark and establish himself as a person of value. Why not start by seducing one of his bosses? One who was a very attractive man of imposing dominance? Paco usually didn’t like to feel “below” someone, but sometimes he made exceptions. Thomas might’ve been worthy of such an exception.

@thomasxking @patrickxpearson @noahxashton

Despite how much Oliver was looking forward to his meeting with Thomas, he was not nervous. There was a level headed calmness to him some people thought verged on unwell mentally, but he simply never felt the need to be nervous about anything. Even if he made a mistake he had enough money to take care of whatever problems he caused. This was no different, most men when in a position to spend time with someone they were incredibly attracted to would be a nervous wreck, not Oliver though. 

He had chosen a much different outfit from the one that he had worn to the part, opting for his usual more preppy style of dressing. A white t-shirt, a thin blue cardigan, and khaki shorts that were perhaps just a bit too short, and incredibly form fitting. He showed up for their date, of course not empty handed, he had always been taught that was in poor form to do. Instead of something like flowers he instead brought a vintage wine to share with the other, hopefully Thomas would appreciate a white wine instead of red. 

“Mr.King. I do hope I didn’t keep you waiting on me too long. I was having ab it of trouble figuring out what I would bring you as an appreciation gift for the wonderful event you threw.” 

"Between us boys... so would I. I feel that the Kings would need to either build a bigger room for this or spare at no expenses with remodeling the setting after the destruction. I wonder who would ultimately come on top. @alexkingx, @thomasxking or @xvictordangelox. There's also @dominicpowers and @patrickxpearson alongside @smithkennedy. And we definitely cannot forget @seacaptainhadrian, @brockcoleman and @loganxbrown. And since the quiet ones are always the worst, @littleollieballard and @chefboland could be wild horses. I might have to check with Jack to see if we could place some bets on this..."

Aslan’s best strategy for getting through this party was to continue talking to people, keeping himself busy, maybe finding someone to take back to his room after midnight. He had no such designs on Thomas King, but he was interested in introducing himself. Aslan had never found a downside to getting friendly with the person in charge… at least here he couldn’t get in legal trouble for it. This place was made for such intimate experiences without the shame attached. Something Aslan was very much still getting used to.

“This is quite the party you’ve put on.” Lead with a compliment. It didn’t always work but it was usually a good bet. Along with Aslan’s tv worthy smile, how could he go wrong? “Aslan Kilic.” He extended a hand to the other man, the other continuously gripping a champagne flute for the sake of his sanity. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet, Mr. King.”