Call Me Xander

stefano chuckled. he’d never thought of it, really. he had a lot of sugar babies, he hired escorts all the time, but he never stopped to wonder what his price would be, not even for the sake of curiosity. “i have a big ego, i’d like to think a million dollars would be a fair starting price,” he said, and he absolutely meant it. there was also the fact that he was so rich that even large sums of money, like say, six figures, wouldn’t even begin to sound enticing to him. it was pocket change, when you put into perspective. “i’d make an exception for you, though. i’d do it forrrrr… a churro. and a little kiss. and that thing you do with your tongue, if you’re feeling generous.” they went up the stairs, not very graciously, but at least they made it up to his apartment alive. “oooh, i’m usually the one saying that to you,” he teased. stefano’s mind was clearly in the gutter. “nonsense, i can’t take your bed, babe. you take one side and you take the other.” he’d have offered to take a couch, or the floor, but let’s face it: the man liked his comforts, and he had his pride.

“i might be running a special,” he laughed. as if. “a guy she’d seen for like, two seconds. if a fucking mermaid got legs just for me, i’d file a restraining order,” he said. of course, it was just an animated film, but in his defense, he’d never liked the little mermaid. “didn’t hate you. still don’t,” he replied with a shrug. “how far is your place anyway? i feel like we’ve already seen that palm tree.” palm trees in a tropical island? wow, unheard of.

“Mm, well I won’t be renting any men out whilst I’m here. Kinda in my contract that I’m not allowed to do so.” Ryan said and shrugged his shoulders. So it looked liked he was buying his own drink and would find someone that he didn’t have to blow money on to spend the night with him. It was one of the few rules that Ryan did have, and that was not spending Stefano’s money on some other man. And Ryan respected that because it was a simple request - and though sure, there were good looking men to rent out, he had more respect for Stefano than to defy him like that. “If you can manage to do that, maybe.” Ryan said and laughed some. “Well, it usually works for me. All I’ve to do is bat my eyelashes and speak and people go crazy over the English accent.”

“ooooh. tonight i can be your companion,” he snorted. god, he really was fucking wasted. “let’s go to your place. cause i don’t know where mine is.” he let xander lead him towards his apartment, leaning slightly on him for support as they walked. “uhhh, she got her legs through a spell, so i don’t think she counts. fake mermaid. we don’t stan.” he argued. he then completely changed the tone of their conversation 180°. “hey, you know i’ve never been mad at you, right? you were a little shit, yeah, but i was alright with it. and i missed you when you left. i wish you’d picked up when i called.”

this vacation wasn’t really feeling like a vacation - stefano said he wasn’t going to work much whilst he was here, but what was the man doing tonight? working. ryan had sat around for at least two hours waiting for him to get off the phone, and after the man sternly told him it wasn’t happening and he needed to chill out ryan decided that he wasn’t going to be staying in their little getaway tonight. he was bored to tears, and stefano talking to him the way he did wasn’t helping. so, ryan took it upon himself to have a little pregame party whilst he got a shower, picked out his cutest outfit - which given they were on an island, was a pair of jean shorts that were cuffed right above his knee and a yellow shirt that had a parrot print on it, very tropical. and after he spritzed on some cologne and tussled his curly locks, ryan went out. if stefano wouldn’t pay attention to him he was sure he could find someone that would, even if he had to pay out of his own personal account. he’d been drinking tequila beforehand, so needless to say the young man was certainly feeling himself, and going to the club he threw back a few vodka red bulls and now he was set out to find someone that might give him a sliver of attention so ryan made his way to the bar and found the first good looking guy he could and said, “hey, you buy me a drink i’ll give you a kiss on the cheek.” because who could resist that, right?

“I never stuck around. I only did one night stands. Any cuddling I did I was kind of disconnected from. It was a tool of aftercare for a submissive to take comfort in for recovery, not for myself.” He shrugged. So his unapproachable exterior was well earned. He’d had some serious walls back when he served as a Marine.

Wyatt just chuckled. “Wouldn’t put me out. I don’t sleep much anyways.” He said with a shrug. He wasn’t going to say why he wouldn’t be sleeping much at all. 

Yadriel scooted in and pulled Xander a little closer, wrapping his arm around the other until they got settled in and comfortable. He understood the importance of physical touch and needing to be held. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t need that himself from time to time. He smiled when Xander said he was feeling better, despite feeling tired.

“You’re not an idiot, Xan,” Yadriel said, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling as his hand rested on the other’s arm. He smirked when Xander confessed he’d always wanted Yadriel to fuck him and he glanced down at the younger man beside him. “I’m not gonna tell you to stop feeling embarrassed, cause that’s not up to me. Maybe it wasn’t the best approach tonight. I think you’re attractive, too, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not gonna fuck you when I know you’re going through it and need to heal. It’d be shitty for me to take advantage of your vulnerability. When you’re in a good place mentally and emotionally, that’s a whole other story.”

Xander gave a soft laugh, smiling shyly as he glanced up at the other. “Is that your way of saying that if I come onto you some time I’m not in my feelings you might just say yes?” He placed his chin on the other’s chest, looking up at the other. “Cause if so I’ll have to keep that in mind. Might be a good way to get your mind off of work.” He snickered to himself at his joke, clearly in a better mood after his little nap. It had helped him calm down and, more importantly, caused him to forget that it was Valentine’s day and he had spent most of it alone for the first time in a long time.

Wyatt had to be honest. He did enjoy his interactions with Xander. He was an interesting young man. Cute and sexy in equal measures. He was also most definitely up Wyatt’s alley. “True. I have found in recent months that I am fond of cuddling,” he admitted.

At the last question Wyatt laughed. “If it is in my bed on your own while I take the couch, sleep how you want. Same if you want my couch. If you’re planning to use me as a body pillow, in your shorts. Have mercy for your protector. I’m no angel or saint, and that’d be pure torture.” Not that Wyatt would get much sleep with someone unfamiliar around. Xander didn’t need to know that though.

Xander smiled at the other easily and laughed. “You only just figured that out? How could you not know you love cuddling?” He gave a small laugh and leaned into the other man easily, humming happily at the feeling of having someone so big and strong helping him along.

@xander-davis​

The evening was cool and Cade had left the back doors wide open, the cool breeze blowing through and into the open floor plan of his first floor. The kitchen back behind him, Cade laying on the couch, Bentley standing essentially over the top of Cade from the side of the couch,  licking at his face. Cade’s body clothed in a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting black t-shirt, he could already smell Xander’s cooking, which still blew his mind. That the young man had decided to cook for him for the first actual date. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself, as he was zero help in the kitchen for the most part despite Connor’s efforts to teach him otherwise. 

He rubbed the top of Bentley’s head before sitting up some on the couch, turning his head to look over at Xander in the kitchen, “It is smelling good. But, I swear if this is some sort of ruse to poison me though your food, I am so haunting the shit out of you.” Cade said with a smirk, Bentley pawing at his side because Cade wasn’t giving him direct attention anymore. He leaned on the back of the couch, resting so he could look over the couch and kitchen island at Xander cooking behind him, “You look cute in the kitchen though.” 

Xander smiled as he looked down at the food he was making. It was a simple dish with pasta and chicken, plus a side salad. He wanted to keep it simple, knowing he couldn’t mess this up. Hearing Cade start to talk to him, he gave a small smile to himself, looking over his shoulder and glancing back at the other. “I like to think that I look pretty damn cute anywhere I go. But if the kitchen is what makes me look good I guess I’ll just be stuck here forever.” He laughed easily and turned back towards the food.

Xander finished plating the food and took it to the kitchen taken, setting it out. “Okay. Dinner is ready! Come and get it.” He couldn’t help but to grin brightly. It had been awhile since he had cooked for someone else. “I really hope you like it.” He was a little nervous about it, because he hadn’t cooked for anyone besides himself for quite awhile. “

Dexter sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I ain’t gonna cry over some dick, so you don’t gotta worry about that.” he replied and laughed some, because he wasn’t going to. No man was worth crying over, even if said guy was a really good one. But how good could he be if he was just like every other guy he’d run into? “I just don’t get the point of you know, leading a guy on, making him feel special, making him feel like he matters only for them to just vanish. not even say goodbye or anything. Like, what we had was just something to pass his time or whatever.” he said and scoffed some. “It’s just stupid. So maybe I will be needing your services.”

“Ofcourse. You don’t have to thank me, Xan.” Yadriel patted Xander gently as he pulled away to head out. “I’ll be here if you need me,” he said, watching him walk away, then getting up to eat some of the pizza he’d left on the cooling rack earlier. He opted to watch something from the foreign film section, although he wasn’t too invested in it, although he’d watched most of it by the time Xander emerged from the spare room.

Yadriel looked up when he heard Xander’s sleepy voice, and he nodded. “Yeah. This movie kinda sucks anyway,” he said, flipping the TV off and walking off towards Xander. He wrapped his arms around the younger man in a warm hug, then kissed his cheek before letting go and walking past him into the bedroom. Yadriel pulled the covers back, plopped down onto the bed easily, and patted the spot next to him. “How are you feeling?”

Xander followed Yadri and blushed. He had thought at best he’d get to put his head in the other’s lap on the couch, but this was worlds better. Crawling into the bed, Xander rested his head on the other’s shoulder, curling up by his side. One of his legs hooked over Yadri’s and it only took a few seconds before Xander was entirely pressed against the other, making himself comfortable.

“I think so too.”   Dash smiled and raised an eyebrow.  “Well now, you  didn’t mention being the one to give them.  That’s even better in my pinion.”  He watched as Xander got closer to him and then placed his hands over Dash’s chest and he didn’t exactly turn away either.   He grinned more at the offer chuckled.  “Oh well now, I like this plan an awful lot more.  I think going back to my place is the best idea yet.  I am all about fun with friends too.”  He pulled the other closer to him.  “Shall we?”

Xander smiled at the other and smirked at the other. “We shall.” He move closer and began walking with the other, letting Dash lead the way. “I don’t normally give out massages, but for you? Why not?” He grinned at the other and leaned up to peck his cheek gently. “I mean I’m sure I’ll be able to make you feel all kinds of amazing.” He winked at the other playfully and gave a soft laugh.

“I was kidding about the dessert,” Tamsen mused, moving to find a dish towel and joined Xander at the sink. “At least, let me help. I’ll dry the dishes,” he took a plate after it had been rinsed off and started to towel dry it. “I mean, watching you bake a cake would be hot,” he teased.

“Sure,” Tamsen shrugged and returned the hug. “It’s just, I don’t know– what if I don’t have the time? Or, the money for it all. There is a big prize for the winner but what if I don’t even place and then all the money I spent going would be for nothing.” 

Xander smiled at the other and laughed as the other insisted on helping out, but still he handed off the plate as he finished washing it. “I mean I think you underestimate just how much time in baking is spent standing around doing nothing... Though I suppose I could do all kinds of sexy things for you.”

Xander nodded his head and nodded his head as the other talked. “Fair... I mean how much would it cost? Cause depending on the amount maybe I could get a client to like... sponsor you? A lot of them like giving presents and I’m not big on those so maybe they could help make the cost of going not too bad.”