SHOT TO THE HEART

I like your pants around your feet And I like the dirt that's on your knees And I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favorite damn disease blake garreth.  thirty three.  master.

[blakegarreth]

elijahlewis‌:

Elijah coked a brow and pouted “no I suppose its not…  but I’m not one to blindly follow the rules” they flashed a cheeky smile “oh well if that’s how it’s supposed to go, tell me how I can entertain you”. Elijah enjoyed attempting to see how much the dynamic between assets and the masters or mistresses could shift, how much room there was to play. Elijah grinned, they liked the sound of that, spending some of the day entertaining and being entertained by a incredibly hot man… “we have a deal…” Elijah raised one brow and hummed “… well, how about this one, Rick Astley loves to share his Disney movies, well except one. He’s never gonna give you Up” they raised a brow expectedly.

He could only assume a lot of the assets were like that on Eros, especially considering those who followed the rules probably had no chance of standing out.  Those who thought outside of the lines were the ones that people actually took notice of, and sure enough it worked as Blake sat beside the asset waiting for him to humor the master somehow.  He’d been vague though leaving it rather open to however the asset interpreted it, and what they said had Blake immediately chuckling.  Fuck, it’s one that he’d never heard before, “and just like that the song will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.”  The movie Up was one he suffered through back home with his nieces and nephews, even getting choked up himself, “that the best you can do?”  He asked, a smirk growing on his lips as he stood up and held his hand out for the other to take.  “Want to take this show on the road?”

[blakegarreth]

jackscn‌:

jackson had tried to keep to himself for a majority of the day. he only left his room a couple of times to eat, and only then because he was so hungry it made his head hurt. he was feeling a bit sad and a bit lonely. he had been reading some old poems he had written and it made him feel nostalgic. he missed everything that he knew, that was familiar. he supposed a few things on the island had become familiar, but it wasn’t home. it was just a placeholder, really. it wasn’t like he hated the place. he actually really enjoyed it. he was sure homesickness was something everyone felt. to keep his mind off of things he had tried a few different things. he finished a new poetry book, wrote a song and a half, and even took a nap. he was still waking up when he heard the knock at the door. he wasn’t expecting anyone, but he still got out of bed and put pants on before he opened the door. a sleepy smile adorned his face and he leaned against the door frame. “hi,” he greeted, “i wasn’t expecting company.” he rubbed at his eyes with his fist and shifted on his feet nervously. “sorry, i just woke up from a nap, but do you have the right room? i’m jackson,” he uttered. he was fairly certain this was the master he had been suggested to, but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, so he decided to play it safe. “you can come inside if you want? though if you wanted to go somewhere else, you’ll have to give me a minute to look a little more…presentable,” he laughed.

The second he knocked he immediately thought this wasn’t as good of an idea anymore, do masters even go to asset rooms, and honestly what was he supposed to say if the guy even opened the door?  He should have planned this out a little better, but alas it’s Blake and he sometimes doesn’t think things out fully.  When the door opened, much to his surprise, and the asset stood before him he could only smile as he listened to him start to talk.  He’d seen the picture in the file, he knew this man was the one suggested to him, and yet the asset had no idea - should Blake rip the bandaid off or let him think he was just some random master who’d knocked on the wrong door?  “Blake,” instead of saying hello, or anything that would make an actual greeting, he just threw his name at the other because honestly the boy was awkward as hell.  He snapped out of whatever headspace he’d gotten himself into moments before when the other continued to talk, “ah, sorry, hi, I don’t have the wrong room, no.”  Sure, stringing a bunch of words together makes up a sentence, though it was fractured as hell.  “I was looking for you actually,” there, now he was finding his own rhythm again and it felt good, “the staff gave me your folder last night, told me you’d come across as a good option for me to pair off with,” and once again Blake could actually talk and hold up a conversation so he wouldn’t look like such an idiot infront of his asset.  “I sat on the information overnight, read through the file,” not mentioning how many times exactly, “but really wanted to introduce myself today.  I’ll be honest though, I didn’t have a next step after this,” whether they were to stay here or go somewhere, “I didn’t plan that far ahead.”

[blakegarreth]

Blake had looked over the file he’d been given multiple times, hell he could probably recite it now that he’s seen it enough, but it’s not everyday that an asset is suggested to you and he wanted to get to know them.  Obviously he didn’t opt for the more personal route, the one where he’d actually meet him face to face, no instead he read and reviewed every last detail in those folders that all masters / mistresses receive when the time is right.

He looked good from the stock photos they had of him, sounded good on paper, so far Blake wasn’t too disappointed.  He had to meet him though, and so he found his way to the hub with the assets room number in hand.  He’d surprise him, knock on his door, steal him away from the Hub for a little while to see how they meshed - it’s the least he could do after the island paired them off like that.

Granted, what if the asset didn’t care for him?  Here he was wondering how he’d feel about the asset, but forgetting that it was a two way street and the asset might find him a bit too much to handle.  Fuck, perhaps this was a bad idea after all, but it’s not like he could turn back now as he stopped right infront of the room number on the piece of paper in his hand and knocked.  He couldn’t hesitate because if he did he’d leave, and that’d accomplish next to nothing, so instead he stood there and waited for the door to open - that’s if the asset was even there in the first place.  Shit, another thing he didn’t take into consideration, but he hoped it’d be early enough that the asset hadn’t already wandered off somewhere. 

He wouldn’t even entertain the idea that he could have been taken to someone else’s cabin overnight and not be there at all - that’d just kill this entire plan of his, but it could have been possible.  Nerves starting to creep up at all the possibilities - this might not have been as good of an idea as he’d thought....

@jackscn​

[blakegarreth]

baby-boi-archie‌:

“I don’t know - usually they just keep fucking.” He shrugged, the situation not at all unusual. He woke up eventually to eat - he wasn’t dead yet.

The kind, coaxing way the man was talking to him made Archie want to obey. His hands latched onto the man’s upper arm and he nodded.

“Sure - I can manage a meal.” It wouldn’t be a big meal because he never had been absolutely ravenous, but it would be enough to get him by till tea time later that day. “You’ll stay and eat with me?” He asked, already wanting to cling to this kinder, more patient master.

“Maybe.” He chuckled, shrugging. “But Blake works just fine too.” More than. It worked wonderfully - suited the man.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” and the thought of that terrified Blake, making a mental note that if him and this boy were to ever get intimate he’d make sure he was properly fed and fueled up.  The last thing he’d want was for anyone to go limp on him, certainly that wouldn’t be means to continue fucking.  “I uh, was not expecting that answer,” still showing that he was a bit dumbfounded by the entire thing.  If that’s the kind of action the island was pushing he wanted no part in it.

He gave the other a reassuring nod, “i’ve never been one to pass up a good meal,” food in general was something that he had no problem investing his attention in.  “I wouldn’t offer you something just to drop you off there to be alone, where would the fun in that be?”  He asked, though of course again wondered if that’d been a normal occurrence for this asset.  “You’re treated well enough around here right?”  He asked, probably way too out of the blue but he couldn’t help himself. 

“I don’t think i’ve ever been called that, not sure it fits?”  Not that he even knew what it entailed, “can’t really say i’ve had all that much experience changing things up and stepping outside the norm.  Sex was just a release for me, there was never anything special about it, nothing out of the ordinary either,” he kept it simple enough to get off and that was it.  “I guess that’s one of the reasons I wanted to entertain the idea of this island, to see what i’m missing.”

[blakegarreth]

erosliam‌:

      ‘ well until that day comes i guess i’ll always live in fear at the mere thought of such a phone call. ’ liam was sure that regardless of his life situation, he would feel the exact same way, especially since he didn’t know if he ever saw children in his own future. ‘ i would have embarrassed myself too. i’m glad we can just avoid that entire situation. ’ because embarrassing himself in front of the master would be the last thing that he would want to do. he was sure that the dance would be leading him to taking another shot not to sobering him up any. taking a little dip was the better of the two options. the bit of liquor still in his system was helping him break out a bit from the usual timid manner that was his usual though, of course it still resided inside him. the asset couldn’t keep his eyes off of the master, gaze following every movement that he made hoping that it would not be insanely obvious. that was all he needed, was to freak the man out and send him in the other direction. hearing the mans words he couldn’t help the flush that managed to find its way back to his cheeks, hoping that it wouldn’t spread to his chest and be too noticeable. ‘ oh no, don’t worry about it, ’ a soft laugh falling from him. ‘ and for what it’s worth, ’ liam hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. ‘ so do you. i mean not that you don’t look amazing with your clothes on, ’ rambling again, having to force himself to stop speaking.

The asset returned the compliment, making it less awkward than it had initially felt, and for that Blake was eternally grateful - though he wondered if it’d only been because the asset could tell how nervous the master was after he’d said it.  That’s the thing about the island and this power dynamic, he never could tell when an asset was being genuine or just telling him what they thought he wanted to hear.  It still made him grin from ear to ear so the asset did a great job as far as that was concerned, but had it been entirely genuine?  He waded out in the water a little bit further, not really sure where the other wanted to reach as far as depth, “not that i’ve been here long, but i’ll admit this is my first time actually stepping foot in the water.  It’s fun keeping track of firsts around here,” because he knew he was in for a good amount of them, though most he figured would be sexual in manner.  He turned towards the asset as he got closer to him, that smile never faltering from his lips as he couldn’t take his eyes off of him, “back home you’d have never stood a chance if we’d had met at a bar or something.  We’d be in the alley with your pants around your ankles by now,” he honestly had NO idea why he made such stupid statements when the asset was so close to him, but he just couldn’t help himself.  The asset was attractive, BEYOND attractive, and everytime he got close it’s like Blake short-circuited and said some of the stupidest shit.  “Which parallels what’s happening here and makes NO sense whatsoever considering where we are and all,” but for how much of an asshole Blake could be there was still a part of him who would always play the nice guy when needed.  “You’re lucky you’ve been drinking,” that was his assurance to the other in letting them know that if the angle had changed even slightly their encounter would be in such a different direction.

[blakegarreth]

davidtheasset‌:

David ran his hands soothingly up and down the master’s thighs as the quivered beneath his touch. The intake of his breath, the hands in his hair–they all spurred him on, his mouth working overtime to give the man the pleasure and distraction he so clearly needed. From time to time, he looked up at the man, big brown eyes glowing with something between desire and mischief, but he’d return again to the man’s cock, giving it his full attention once more. 

But when the master took charge, David allowed it, giving up that bit of control he’d had and simply holding onto Blake’s thighs as his throat was used, his hair tugged. He moaned around the length in his mouth as his head was held down, his cheeks pinkening, breath catching, his own cock twitching to life at the slightly rougher treatment. But Blake was careful through it all, sweet even as he fucked the asset’s throat. He wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t have to be gentle, that David could take it. But the master seemed to get the memo anyway, finally letting his lust get the better of him and David looked up at him through his long eyelashes, pink lips spread wide around his cock as he swallowed his load entirely. 

When Blake was finished, David swirled his tongue over the man’s cock, licking off the last of the cum and hummed around him, giving him a moment to relax, knowing how sensitive a man was after he came, before he finally pulled off him with a wet pop. “Better?” he asked, still on his knees. 

“That was,” he found it hard to catch his own breath after what had just happened, images still retained in his mind of the handsome asset looking up at him through those beautiful eyelashes as he let the master fuck his throat, “intense.”  It’s not like he could expect any less though given where he was - the assets here probably were all masters of their trades, and Blake would find himself this much of a mess each and every time out to bat.  “I, uh-” yup, still no words were able to form no matter how much the master tried, though one did come to mind the longer Blake had to calm himself down, “thanks.”

He needed that release, some pent of frustration having ceased to matter, his shoulders somewhat lighter as he didn’t feel the entire weight of the world on them.  They were still heavy, that’d take more than a blowjob on the beach, but at least some pressure had been let off.  His breathing returned to normal, probably still looking like an idiot standing there with a semi still protruding as he took those moments to steel himself.  His knees hadn’t buckled, he could still stand, so that was at least a plus?  “I know you didn’t have to do that,” he insisted when words were starting to come back to him.  Tonight was about the assets just as much as the masters and Blake had taken that from him.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he assured the other, “what would you like?  I could let you sleep in the cabin tonight?”  If the man needed someplace quiet Blake could offer that, “not sure what kind of hangover you’ll have in the morning,” if any for that matter but he’d help how he could.  “I owe you after that,” he chuckled as he had ALMOST forgotten what they were supposed to be doing before his cock seemed to get in the way.  “How about that swim huh?”  He looked towards the shoreline trying to keep himself composed when all he wanted was more of the asset, but he couldn’t - at least he didn’t think he could.  He made sure he was entirely undressed, because why keep any clothes on when your swimming buddy was stark naked, and walked towards the water.

[blakegarreth]

elijahlewis‌:

The day had been long and the best thing to do next for Elijah was sit in the common area with as big a cup of coffee as they could get, and flop into a comfy chair. Flicking through the book they’d picked up from the library and huffing intermittently, they could barely focus on the reading. Elijah was bored out of their mind, and flung their head back, and sighed “someone please entertain me” sitting back up slightly to look around the room “I can offer you witty jokes and my stunning company in return”.

@erosopen​

“Not sure that’s how it works,” he teased looking over towards the asset, “i’m pretty sure it’s the masters and mistresses who are supposed to call for entertainment, and then the assets are the ones that are supposed to jump to attention to give it to us.“  Not that he cared about the power dynamic, honestly it wouldn’t bother him at all how things worked out, “ah so you’re a jokester?”  He nodded as he decided to take the asset up on the offer, “humor me.”  They must have something up their sleeve after making a bold statement like that, and of course it got the master interested in knowing just what it was.  “If it’s decent enough i’ll get you out of here for a little while, entertain you as you so gently put it,” a chuckle, “do we have a deal?”

[blakegarreth]

baby-boi-archie‌:

“Sure.” He grinned, happy his joke had landed, didn’t resist poking his tongue out to lick along the underside of his hand, no matter how graceless it may have looked. “Don’t want it dripping into the sand.” He excused his action before beginning to follow the man in the direction of, hopefully, a bathroom. He wouldn’t mind sex, but he would really not want to be uncomfortable for it. And he couldn’t stand sticky hands.

“A snack?” Archie’s eyes borderline lit up at the offer. He nodded, curls bouncing gently around his face. “For sure! I’ve not eaten all day!” Probably not something he should admit to but he had been asleep through breakfast and lunch had been missed when a master pulled him aside for fun.

“I’m Archie.” He told the man as they walked. “You got a name… title?” A dramatic pause as he gave exaggerated puppy eyes. “Are you my daddy?” He pouted before breaking into a laugh.

“At all?”  He asked, unsure of how an asset could handle going without food an entire day, “foods basically fuel around here, you got to keep up the intake otherwise what’ll happen when you’re in the middle of a fuck and pass out due to low blood sugar?”  He laughed, of course the visual of someone bounding on his cock only to pass out - what the actual fuck would he EVER do in that situation without freaking out?

“I think we should go for a whole meal instead of just a snack,” it’s the least that Blake could do for the asset.  “How does that sound Archie?”  He asked, after the other had given his name, “think you could stomach a whole meal with me?”  Blake was just the nice guy at the end of the day that would do anything for everyone when they needed it - that’s why he joined the force in the first place, to help and protect.

“The name is Blake, I don’t necessarily have a title around here,” he shrugged his shoulders having not really found a home for himself as a master yet.  He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to go around having people call him that when he wasn’t necessarily comfortable with it yet, but at the mention of a daddy he could only laugh and shake his head.  “Is that the title you’re hoping i’d carry?”

[blakegarreth]

erosliam‌:

      ‘ so you’re saying that fear she instilled in me so long ago never goes away ? great, ’ a chuckle falling at the man’s response, glad he wasn’t the only one who’d have that reaction to such a thing. liam was thankful for the company and even more thankful that he wasn’t making a complete ass out of himself in front of the other man. ‘ sorry ‘bout that, i just don’t think i have much rhythm besides swaying, ’ another laugh coming from him at the thought. his dancing skills started and stopped with swaying that was for sure. ‘ see it’s nice to know you have a good head on your shoulders and can think ahead to problem solve for a future event. not everyone has that, ’ he teased with a grin. ‘ safety first right ? ’ liam added nodding his head in agreement. liam was thankful that the man was going to join him in the water, first so he didn’t have to go alone, and second so he could spend a little more time with him. liam followed the master’s lead by pulling off his own shirt now, thankful that he’d opted for the board shorts and not anything else for a beach party. ‘ you move quick, i’m coming, ’ the asset took off his shoes and moved to join him. the cool water certainly was sobering him up a bit as it was a bit of a shock to his warm system. ‘ feels kinda nice though, ’ liam replied taking a few more steps further in.

“It hasn’t yet, maybe when we’re middle aged, or even parents ourselves,” granted he never really thought about that, having kids and becoming a parent himself - given how much of a shit show his life was right now he would never make a good father, what a sobering realization in the end right there.  “No, no, believe me it’s all good, don’t be sorry, I would have only embarrassed myself so you’re saving me from that fate.“  He didn’t want the asset to think that he was disappointed in the least about the dance, “  The water was a solid choice though, sure beat trying to bust a move to whatever music was playing (none of which was even familiar to Blake showing how little he actually got out and kept up with new age shit), and when he turned to see the asset getting ready himself he couldn’t help but grin.  Seeing his torso for the first time, well the damn asset wasn’t too shabby to look at at all, and all Blake would hope was that he could force himself to stop staring before it became weird - that’s the last thing he would want.  “It does,” it felt nice, and the further out that Blake got he could at least hide the evident arousal he’d been getting.  Fucking hell, the asset had only taken his shirt off and now his skin was glistening in the moonlight thanks to the water, it shouldn’t be turning him on that much - he could swim alongside another man without getting a hard-on, he’d done it back home, shit he needed to keep himself calm.  This island did something to him though, awoke a beast that lay in slumber for far too long, but he couldn’t take advantage - and that’s when he realized he’d been silent for far too long and should PROBABLY say something.  “You’re even better looking with your clothes off,” NO BLAKE, THAT WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY, a nervous laughter escaping the master as he shook his head, “award for the lamest thing said of the evening has got to go to me after that one, i’m sorry,” and the laughter continued because fuck, what was he even thinking?

[blakegarreth]

davidtheasset‌:

David knew it was in the best interest of every asset to be as alluring as possible, to blow their minds within their first few days on the island to try and get themselves claimed, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t always in the back of his mind–getting out of that damned hub–but that wasn’t why he was doing this. He hadn’t been lying when he said that Blake had a good laugh. The man was amusing, handsome–cuter than he had any right to be in his genuine nerves, his stumbling words. Pink lips wrapped around the tip of the man’s cock, David looked up at the master with clear fondness and amusement in his big brown eyes. He ran his tongue over the underside of the shaft before pulling off, peppering kisses to Blake’s thighs as he said, “I guess I’ll have to keep making you laugh then. Give you a good reason.” If sucking his cock made the tension leave his face, made his shoulders react some, made him go home tonight and sleep well, then it was an easy (and enjoyable) price to pay. 

He smiled up at Blake, a bit proud of the words–you could never disappoint–which only spurred him on, his hands continuing their small massage of the master’s thighs, up and down, up and down his bare skin, while his mouth worked between his legs, alternating between sucking his balls into his mouth and licking his cock. The more Blake’s legs quivered beneath his touch, the harder the asset worked to please him. He liked watching a man come apart, liked watching pleasure light up his eyes. But he particularly liked watching this man. Seeing him relax. Seeing him enjoy himself. Finally, he took Blake’s entire length into his mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt. The hands in his hair made him moan around Blake. 

“There’s that laughter I love so much,” he half teased, half meaning every word, releasing Blake’s cock only long enough to say the words, to press a small kiss to his thigh, before he returned to the job, head bobbing up and down as he became determined to finish the man off.  If he wanted release, David could be that for him. 

Blake was quite surprised that he hadn’t came the second the assets lips were around him, perhaps his entire body forgot how to function, or perhaps he’d built his own stamina up enough that he could congratulate himself on not looking like an idiot.  This asset literally made him forget what he was even doing, the world ceasing to exist around them as he forget that just some walking distance away held an entire party, and here he was publicly (although secluded) getting his cock sucked.  This NEVER happened back home, but wasn’t that what this island was all about?  Experiencing life instead of just documenting it, and fuck was he experiencing it right now.

The asset seemed to know EXACTLY what buttons to press too, his legs quivering so the asset worked them over more, the groans that’d leave his mouth at every last suck on his balls, the shaky grip in the others hair letting the asset know that Blake was unraveling, coming undone at the hands (and mouth) of this man.  He should be proud, he’d been the first one the detective had chosen on the island, a breaking in of sorts and fuck if he wasn’t going to sleep like an absolute baby tonight.  He tried to think of ANYTHING that would keep him from blowing his load right then and there, but just when he thought he’d gotten a hold of himself he felt it - his entire cock swallowed practically as the sight of the asset was BREATH-TAKING.  Holy shit, he couldn’t help himself, the sight alone made him want more - fuck he craved every last thing from this asset, though still words failed him as he wanted nothing more than to praise the hell out of him.  The asset DESERVED that much and here Blake was, a bumbling moaning idiot hot for the assets every last touch.

The bobbing began, Blake knowing he was nowhere near able to keep himself contained much longer (had any time even surpassed at all because what felt like ages could have only been a minute honestly), and when he felt that familiar bundle of nerves he steadied the assets head - holding him firm in place, “let me.”  He took the lead, rolling his hips forward, fucking the others mouth though it wasn’t enough to hurt him.  He TRIED to remain gentle even though he wanted nothing more than to repeatedly shove his cock as far back into the others throat as he could, to feel that TIGHTNESS, he kept himself restrained though his movements were still fast.  “So close,” he breathed out through shaky breaths, a swear falling from his lips as he pumped into the male’s mouth who surprisingly took it well - “shit,” he cursed again as he could feel himself toppling closer to the edge, his balls tightening and SCREAMING for that release, as did his entire body, and before long he gave into those demands - his entire body a shaking mess as the pleasure hit him like a fucking tidal wave, emptying himself into the others mouth which was hotter than hell in it’s own rights - Blake’s composure now having left him entirely, no restraint, he’d needed the release and he’d gotten it tenfold.

[blakegarreth]

baby-boi-archie‌:

There were arms on his shoulders, steadying him, the pepsi max in his glass sloshing out over his hand. He looked up… and up at the man who had caught him and smiled, lazy and sleazy and already interested in the dark hair and scruff of a beard.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He reached up to drag a hand through his hair, pulling it out of his eyes. “My Drink survived but my hand’s gonna be sticky.” He giggled, knowing how that sounded but having no issues with it. They were all there to fuck anyway; why not make all the double ententes he wanted?

He couldn’t help but laugh as he looked down at the assets hand, “I don’t think around here that’s such an issue,” he teased though of course wanted to do his part to help - he’s the one of course who had knocked the soda into his hand.  “How about we find ourselves a bathroom to get you cleaned up?”  He shrugged knowing that was the least he could do.  “Unless you prefer to go around with sticky fingers the rest of the night?” He started down the hall and ushered for the other to follow him, not really waiting for an answer as he took to search for a bathroom - or a sink in general, and that’s when it hit him that they could hit the kitchen.  It wasn’t that far away and closed so it’s not like it’d be crowded, and considering he was a master he could get them in no problem.  “I could go for a snack, how about you?”

[blakegarreth]

erosliam‌:

      ‘ exactly. i like to make sure still have some control at the very least. ’ and considering he got himself away from the crowd to chill out only validated to himself that he did have that bit of control, which relieved him. he’d been to his fair share of parties, figuring out his own limits to make sure he didn’t over do it, after a bit he’d found his sweet spot finally. ‘ oh, yeah, ‘m sorry, ’ he replied feeling the heat spread back over his cheeks knowing a blush would be forming there, accompanied by a small laugh. ‘ wish i could say that was just the alcohol, but that would be a lie. ’ of course the liquor exacerbated the situation, but sometimes he found his speech pick up whether he was nervous or excited. it also didn’t help that the man before him was extremely handsome and he certainly didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the master. eyes widened and another chuckle fell from him, ‘ you certainly don’t have to do that. sobriety’s calling my name just at the thought ! ’ he added with a grin tugging at his lips. ‘ i’m twenty-four, i’m sure a call like that would catapult her to back when i was 18. ’ just the thought was enough to send a shiver down his spine. ‘ yeah. i’m not the go wild and dance type so parties aren’t my usual scene. so i understand completely. ’ his head tilted to the side slightly as his gazed moved from the master to the water, back to the master. ‘ i could. that might help actually. you wanna keep watch and make sure some rip tide doesn’t take me out to sea ? or maybe join me ? ’  

He burst out laughing at the boys reaction to his mother remark, “I wish I could say it gets better, but even at my age one call from her and I am as sober as can be, it’s like mothers have this ultimate buzzkill about them.”  He found himself loosened up quite nicely at this point, the bright smile never faded on his lips as he watched the other with that blush still on his cheeks.  “Damn, and here I hoped i’d get a dance out of you,” he teased, though of course Blake was not a dancer himself so it’s not like he was expecting to bust a move himself.  He glanced out towards the water, back to the crowd, and then towards the asset with a nod of his head.  “I do make a good lookout, but the problem with that is if a riptide’s what gets you i’m hardly going to have the opportunity to get out there and grab you before you’re a goner,” wow way to be morbid Blake, sometimes the man just didn’t know how to talk.  “It might be better, you know safety wise, if I joined you to keep you close.”  It couldn’t have anything to do with any selfish reasons, no of course not, “safety in numbers and all that, you know?”  He pulled his shirt off, hoping that his scar wasn’t as noticeable on his shoulder in the moonlight, tossing his shirt to the ground.  Luckily it’d been a beach party so the man was wearing board shorts, but he did kick his shoes off as he stepped towards the water.  “You coming?”  Blake was being quite bold in the moment as he stepped into the water, a shiver running up his spine given the chill in the water, “not going to lie, I was expecting it to be warmer...”  Not that it was freezing but still, not ideal.

[blakegarreth]

davidtheasset‌:

“You have a nice laugh,” David said, and it wasn’t just a line, a way to get one of the master’s to like him–though that was certainly in the back of every asset’s mind: it was better, after all, to be claimed around here. But this time, it was the truth: perhaps it was his nerves that made him so endearing, but the laugh was charming, sweet. “You should do that more often.” His hands were still roaming along the broad expanse of Blake’s chest, his thumb running a small circle over the man’s left nipple. His smile was still a bit amused, a bit teasing, as he waited out Blake’s ranting. I can’t even tell you the last time I saw someone naked. David tried not to look too surprised, tried even harder not to let it make him nervous, not to start overthinking. He could put on a confident enough show when interacting with the master’s, but the truth was, Blake wasn’t alone when it came to the worrying, the nerves. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint,” he said. 

At the almost compliment–not so bad yourself–David let out a little laugh. “Now you’re talking,” he said. He could tell Blake was beginning to relax–even if it was slow coming–beginning to enjoy himself, and he wanted to help him get there, to take the worry from his expression, help him clear out his head. He knew how terrible it could get to be locked in your own mind. So he kissed along Blake’s shoulder blade, whispering, “Yes, Sir,” and moved lower, a kiss to his chest, his stomach. David dropped to his knees in the sand, kissing Blake’s hips and then grabbing the band of his boxers and slipping them down. The cock that sprang forward made his own twitch in interest, and he wasted no time, peppering kisses along Blake’s thighs before licking a stripe across the underside of his length. “You can have whatever you want here,” David reminded him as he pulled away, running his hands slowly up and down Blake’s thighs instead, looking up at him under the moonlight. “What do you want?” 

Another compliment, again something that Blake was NOT used to, and of course it brought up a blush across his cheeks as he looked away trying to hide it for the moment.  “I do?”  What constituted a good laugh even, granted now he found himself wanting to do it more because he knew it was something the other liked.  “Thanks?”  He had to at least be appreciative even though it wasn’t something he was generally used to, “can honestly say that’s the first time i’ve heard that one.”  He had to laugh though, of course a blush creeping over his cheeks once again now that he was conscious about the damn sound, “can’t really do it too much though, without reason anyway, otherwise i’ll be the lunatic on the island who randomly starts laughing and nobody knows what’s going on in their heads.”  Nobody did know what was going on in his head, but it certainly wasn’t anything worth laughing about.  He found himself hyper focused on where the assets hand was, wanting to know every which way he was tracing it along the masters skin, “I don’t think you could ever disappoint,” he said truthfully, again his breath hitching in his throat as the assets finger traced over his sensitive nipple.

Then the kisses started and his heart practically leapt out of his chest, him trying to steel his breathing so he wouldn’t look like he was about to hyperventilate, but there was just something about this party - about that asset - that was driving Blake absolutely insane in all the best ways possible.  Holy shit, he tried to slow his breathing and HOPED he was doing a good job but he couldn’t be too certain.  Then the absolute BEST view that he could imagine happened as the man so easily fell to his knees, Blake unsure if he could actually go through with this right now or if he should step back and call it all off.  His feet were glued to where he stood though, wanting to see where this would go, NEEDING what the other was offering.  He knew he was only an asset, this was his job so Blake shouldn’t feel like he’d won the lottery, but as those kisses were peppered against his thighs the master of course felt like a king.  His legs quivered at the tongue against his shaft though, fuck that sent his mind into a frenzy as he found a hand running through the others hair, a groan escaping letting the asset know he was more than eager for this to progress (not that the throbbing erection wasn’t already evidence of that).  THIS is what he needed, to get out of his own head, but when asked the question Blake looked almost dumbfounded.  The asset expected him to talk right now when he wasn’t even sure he knew the alphabet anymore, what were words and how the hell was he supposed to string them together to form a complete thought?  A nervous fit of laughter left the masters mouth as his lips pursed, contemplative on what he could say to not sound like a bumbling idiot, but instead of words he used his actions as his hand that was seeding through the others hair tightened it’s grip to bring the boys lips back towards his throbbing member.  “I need,” changing the word because it wasn’t about want anymore, “release.”

[blakegarreth]

blossom-bex‌:

Her smile didn’t cease as he assured her he wouldn’t splash her. If anything, it increased. Her eyes were drawn to his toned stomach as he fanned out his shirt, blushing, as the muscles flexed as he breathed. She bit her lower lip, something stirring within her that she hadn’t felt often.

“Why’d you think I’m in my bikini, sir?” She asked him with a delicate half shrug. The heat was so much more pleasant the less clothing one had on.

She held up her book - To Kill a Mockingbird in offering for him to see it.

“Figured the heat would help me with the setting. Might have me get more involved; I’ve been wanting to read it for ages.”

“I don’t necessarily think i’d look good in one myself though, don’t really have the body for it, unlike you of course,” a joke as of course though he threw in a compliment.  His sense of humor could be all over the place, and most of the time it wasn’t appreciated, but he still gave it a shot.  “I’ll have to keep that in mind next time though, when I head here I should drop a layer or two.”  Not that he would make it a point to hit the pool that much when the sand and surf were right outside. 

He read the title quickly and nodded, “heard that’s a good one, haven’t had the pleasure myself to sit down with it though,” most all that he read these days were files and information given to him about whatever case he was working on.  “You ever think about reading outside, or does the pool do it for you?”  He shrugged, there were some assets he’d found that didn’t mind being indoors however long, but personally it would drive him crazy if that’s all he grew to know.

It just kept getting even warmer in there and he’d be a dick if he turned and left mid conversation, so doing the next best thing he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the chair closed him.  He hated when he let his chest be on display, mostly because the scar from where the bullet had hit him was still healing and didn’t look the prettiest on his left shoulder, but it was also a reminder to himself that he was still thankfully alive.  “Don’t mind me, i’ll come prepared next time,” he chuckled as he kicked out of his shoes and pulled his socks off before undoing his jeans.  He wasn’t wearing swim trunks but with boxers did it really even matter?

[blakegarreth]

davidtheasset‌:

“Yeah,” David agreed, smiling at Blake in the moonlight but doing his best to keep his amusement at bay, not wanting to make the master any more nervous than he already was. “I know what you mean.” Again, he nodded. “That’s the goal. Let loose. Stop worrying.” He took off his pants and then his boxers, dropping them into the sand and looking quite comfortable despite being naked in front of a perfect stranger. It was his job, after all. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked, taking a step closer to Blake, taking in the sight of him as he too began to undress. A few scars here and there, but none so obvious as the one on his shoulder, and David didn’t have to do much guesswork to figure out what had caused it.

He barely glanced over Blake’s shoulder to the rest of the party, his gaze immediately falling back on the master. “Yeah. They’re always like this. Hell, this is almost tame. You,” he added, sliding his hand to Blake’s hip. “Need to relax. It’s why you’re here, right? So let me help you.” He ran his hand upward slowly, tracing over the muscles of his abdomen, to his chest. He didn’t touch the scar, not sure if the other would allow it. “You’re really, really hot,” he whispered instead. 

Blake might have been caught gawking when the others pants and boxers made quick remnants on the sand, the detective of course surveying the body quite impressed with what he saw.  He’d almost ignored the question at hand though not to look like a complete idiot he shook his head, though even that was a little uneasy, “don’t know if it’s you, the party in general, or the entire island, but my nerves are definitely amped up tonight.”  It was probably a mix of everything, “can’t really say stuff like this happened to me too often back home.”  He had to laugh at the idea, could you actually imagine Blake getting quite so lucky back in Chicago?  He certainly couldn’t, “my life back home revolved around my work, I can’t even tell you the last time i’ve seen someone naked.”  Not that it mattered because the sight before him tonight was enough for him to be quite happy. 

“Yes, that’s exactly why i’m here,” and as he was undoing his pants his actions soon became halted as the asset stepped closer and traced along the contours of his stomach, up towards his chest as he found himself almost entranced by the feel of the others hand against his skin.  It’d been a long while since he’d had this luxury back home, he couldn’t afford to give himself a night off, a soft breath as he found himself actually relaxing under the touch.  “I, uh, thanks?”  A compliment that of course went right to his head and swelled that ego of his a little, taking the time to wiggle free from his pants without taking a step away and losing the touch of the asset against him.  “You’re not too bad yourself,” was a very gentle way of putting it when inside he was screaming that the man before him was utterly gorgeous, that physique alone could cause anyone to stop in their tracks.  Standing in only his boxers he looked down, “i’m still a bit overdressed, I suppose,” he chuckled, “help a guy out with that?”

[blakegarreth]

masternicholasromano‌:

“I’ve already forgotten. Short term memory. I’m like Dory,” he said, biting his lip as he chuckled. He was glad for the drink and honestly glad for a bit of company as awkward and out of his element as he was. “My man, you have no idea. Everyone here knows exactly what they want.” He knew what he wanted–or at least he thought he did–but asking for it was something else entirely. Giving in to those desires, to dominate, to control, to lust so openly…well, it wasn’t a world he knew, even if it was one he wanted. “So do you have an asset yet?” he asked. “I’m sort of nervous to meet mine. Is that stupid?”

He shouldn’t have known the reference, he should have asked who the hell Dory was, and instead he found himself laughing and shaking his head, “wait, does that make me the grumpy dad who has literally no sense of humor?”  At least he didn’t know his name, somewhat of a saving grace to still hold onto at least a little of that man card of his.  “I’ve had conversations with a few around here and they’re...”  He paused trying to find the right word, “blunt, I guess is what you’d say?”  It was INSANE to think that they talked so openly about their desires, “I hope it’s something learned in time around here though because wouldn’t that just make everything so much easier?”  Behind closed doors, when it was just him and someone else, his dominance had no problem letting it be known what he wanted down to every last breath, but to do so openly like this, he was a long way from being able to voice any desire like that.  “I thought I did, they told me there was one, but then came back later and apologized, said it didn’t work out whatever that means, never met them though.”  He shrugged, though understood entirely where the other was coming from.  “Ah, so you’re paired off?  Not stupid at all, it’s kind of intimidating, the island thinking they’re your perfect match around here or some bullshit, when you think you’re going to get around to meeting them?”

[blakegarreth]

willow-harrison-xo‌:

She nodded as she crossed her legs in her seat, adjusting the hem of her dress. “I think sometimes it is worth being daring if it means doing the right thing in the end.” she explained as she took another sip from her glass. “Hmm I am glad I only have one strike tonight then so far.” she giggled as she felt her cheeks turn a rosy red. “I guess my momma raised me right.” she replied her southern drawl escaping from her lips. “I’m like sugar, spice, and everything nice combined into one.”

The more she spoke the more admirable she was getting, and of course given his history as a police officer he liked knowing that about her.  “In the end the right thing is all that matters,” even he had strayed from the rules a little here and there when he knew the end result would be what was acceptable.  “You’ve got that right,” he agreed with a smile tucked across his lips, “you be careful around here, a girl nice as yourself could get into a lot of trouble if she meets the wrong person,” of course that protective side of him coming out even though he’d only just met the girl.  He couldn’t help it though, everyone needed to be protected, no matter who they were to him.  “Just be cautious,” he gave her a nod as he took another drink from his beer.