s l o w h a n d s .

[casblatt]

E L I O .

   it honestly shouldn’t surprise him anymore, seeing caspar’s hand extended, bills at the ready between his fingertips. it’s practically the only way he sees caspar, really, or it would be if he had anything to say about it. avoiding the flirtatious regular outside of work hours is the best chance elio has of up-keeping his self-imposed rule not to take things too far with a customer. it isn’t for any moral disinclination towards sex outside of the workplace but, rather, a necessary compartmentalizing that keeps the two facets of his life completely separate. caspar just happens to be someone he dabbles with both day and night which is a dangerous game for elio to allow. knowing it’s not just a simple tip he’s being given, aurelio turns a coy glance at the familiar face, arching a brow with a practiced nonchalance. deft fingers pluck the wad of cash from his patron, tucking it under the strap of the rather useless suspenders clipped to his tiny shorts. there’s a thrill to it all, knowing he can be looked at but not touched. he does the touching, thank you very much. his hands grip the back of the cushy arm chair caspar has selected and he effortlessly positions his body close enough to tease without missing a single beat of the music. there are some obligatory catcalls and what elio likes to think of as wistful sighs as he leans down to let his attention fixate on the highest bidder. “what will it be today then, gorgeous?” he drawls, letting his accent come on thicker than usual. the glittering smirk remains firmly in place, a testament to the control he has over this situation despite the way immediate adrenaline races through his heart. 

“surprise me,” there’s the slightest catch in his breath, though it’s brushed away with a breezy smile at the other. cas has learned the rules -- including elio’s own personal ones -- and he respects them. always. without exception. however, it’s always fun to toy around with the wiggle room he is allowed. that wiggle room seemingly expands with the depth of the wad of cash he hands over, and he doesn’t mind that at all. it’s play. it’s fun. nothing here has to be taken too seriously, and it feels like a much needed chance to let his hair down and feel his heart race with the good sorts of adrenaline, as opposed to the palpitations he gets from work these days. “you always know what’s best, after all,” he pouts his lips a little, dark eyes batting up at the male hovering so tantalisingly close and moving effortlessly with the music. caspar’s skin prickles, hairs on end wherever their bodies come close to touching. close, but not quite having made it yet. it’ll be up to elio if and when they touch at all. his head spins with that lack of control, but he knows being patient always pays off. “how has work been tonight? any asses that need kicking? because i’m gonna be free right after this to do it,” he says it playfully, but there’s a serious promise tucked under his velvety deep tone; he could and would kick anyone’s ass for upsetting elio or pushing the limits too far. this is his place of work, he deserves respect and nothing less. 

[casblatt]

What’s something you’ll always silently judge people for?

“just going to be honest, i’m not great with the silently judging thing. i’m pretty loud and hot headed in my judgements, and if something you’re doing bothers me or is clearly bothering someone else, i’ll be sure to let you know. loud and clear. no passive aggression necessary.”

[casblatt]

what are your redeeming qualities

“redeeming? that makes me sound like a villain. i wouldn’t peg myself for a bad guy. however, if that’s the way someone sees me and that’s why they want to know how i might redeem their opinion of me, i guess i would say that i am a very loving man. for all my faults, i can love to the ends of the earth and back.”

[casblatt]

Who, in Mulbery Apartment, would you want to hook up with?

“am i only allowed to choose one? if so, what a travesty. but i suppose for the sake of consistency and making my baby boy feel special, i’ll say elio.” / @axrelio

[casblatt]

C L A R K .

❝  YES  ,  I  have  been  holed  up  in  my  room  for  the  past  two  weeks  and  yes  this  is  the  result  of  my  social  hiatus  ,  ❞   Clark  announces  to  no  one  in  particular  ,  juggling  two  balls —  nothing  to  write  home  about  ,  but  at  this  point  he’s  just  trying  to  have  a  sense  of  humor  about  his  situation  (  which  is  one  of  having  no  social  life  )  .   ❝  If  we’re  lucky  ,  next  week  I  will  have  learned  a  magic  trick  or  how  to  do  a  handstand  . ❞

“a ball a week seems like reasonable progress, and i’m even going to spare you of the millions of inappropriate innuendos that came to mind upon saying that,” he grins, watching the other’s actions with amusement. “may i give it a go? i’m probably rusty, it’s been a few years since i practised such a party trick. handstands, however? i do those on an almost biweekly basis. can’t let that peak performance go to waste!”

[casblatt]

[casblatt]

V I O L E T .

Violetta threw an amused smile his way, not even bothering to tell him what she wanted to order. After so many of these nights, the pair knew each other’s preferences like the backs of their hands. It was funny really, he knew so many little things about yet none of the big things. No one knew any of the big things. “Casper!” she scolded, voice a whisper as to not be heard on the phone. Scandalised, she hit him lightly on the chest, trying to hold back her laughter. “My eyes do not deserve witnessing such a thing.”

“i’m not sure if you’re complimenting me and insulting yourself, or insulting me and complimenting yourself -- or which, if any, would offend me more,” he’s chuckling, not particularly caring how much of this conversation can be overheard. he’d be willing to bet not much. the restaurant sounds adequately loud and busy in the background, and the person taking his order sounds about as exhausted as one would imagine with that sort of bustle. he hopes they at least take the orders right; he’ll be sure to tip handsomely if they do. hell, if he’s being honest, he’ll tip handsomely even if they don’t. it sounds like the guy could use it. “you could always wear it if you’d prefer? i promise that my eyes would love to witness such a thing.”

[casblatt]

W Y A T T .

Even knowing that Cas is intentionally provoking him isn’t enough to stop it from working. Wyatt watches his face with a sort of flat expression on his own, no irritation showing, but no amusement showing either. They’ve long established the way things work between them, and the fact that Cas insists on continuing to push in certain areas — while endearing — is always met with the same kind of response. He parts his lips when he feels his thumb pressing, but it isn’t to give him what he wants, really. It’s so he can nip at him none-too-gently, and then turn his head away in a sort of put-upon huff, as if he’s being terribly mistreated. To Wyatt, he is. 

“You’re a terrible person.” It’s easy to complain when he isn’t the one taking the calls, though it’s a bit hypocritical of him considering if his boss called right now he would have to answer it in seconds. Looking up at Cas again, Wyatt gets a sort of mischievous glint in his eye, which is the only warning he has before he lets out a loud moan. It’s very obviously exaggerated, and hopefully loud enough for whoever is on the other end of the line to hear loud and clear. If the first one isn’t, the second one certainly will be.

wyatt may not be amused, but cas certainly is. the nip is a shock to the system, making him hiss directly into his phone; luckily, he doesn’t much care for the person on the other line’s opinions. if it were his boss, he might feel differently. possibly. for now, he’s fighting back a chuckle, smile crooked and humour flickering brightly in his eyes. there’s some lust there, too. some arousal and desire, fighting to darken an otherwise firey gaze. it’s hard to look at wyatt and not be -- well -- hard. the huff is enough to do it, forcing a soft laugh out from between his lips. at this point the other end of the call is asking him what’s going on, what’s funny, but cas stopped listening to them a good few minutes ago. 

besides, wyatt seems all to keen to answer for him with those obnoxiously loud moans. 

“i wouldn’t mind so much if you weren’t making it sound as though you have to fake your pleasure around me; it’s an insult and i’m pretty sure it falls under the category of slander,” he’s hung up the phone now, throwing it down onto the bed with a brow cocked and head slanted. “never try to become an actor, dear wyatt. at the very least, not a porn star.” 

[casblatt]

V I O L E T .

“Perhaps not healthy, but healthier then burgers.” Violet chuckled at his response, plucking a menu out from his hands. There wasn’t really much point on searching through as she was well aware that she’d be going with pad thai with chicken. Violet wasn’t exactly someone who naturally went for variety, and was true with her food too. After confirming her decision, she put the menu pack down and took another sip from her wine. “We’ll make the decision on dessert after dinner, yes?”

“healthy, healthier than burgers -- tomatoe, tomahto. healthy is healthy, that’s all i needed to hear,” he’s grinning, pulling out his phone and beginning to key in the numbers. he doesn’t have to ask her order, he knows it by now. he could pick up any menu from the pile and know her exact order with merely a glance through the options. he believes she could do the same for him, too. “i believe i have a candy thong around here somewhere. i’ll model it for you for dessert if you like. feel free to ponder that whilst i order,” he’s winking at her playfully, before turning his attention to the voice on the other end of the line to place their order. 

[casblatt]

N O O R .

“something like that,” noor replied, the small smile never leaving her face while she almost rocked on her feet, waiting for the other to debate on her offer, “i dunno, but we can definitely figure it out,” she nodded toward the lobby’s exit, “but i can promise we will get food and possibly italian ice — whatever your preference. i’m good company.” she bragged.

“italian ice, you say? i think i’m just about sold. you had me with the cute smile, but the ice definitely sweetens the deal,” he teases, chuckling softly over the way she brags her company. he believes it immediately. “lead the way and i shall follow, wherever you wish to go.”

[casblatt]

W Y A T T .

The aftermath is when Wyatt takes the time to catch his breath. His chest is still heaving a bit irregularly a whole five minutes after the fact, and his limbs are relaxed, skin tingling pleasantly. A light sheen of sweat coats his body, sticking his hair to his temples, his forehead. Wyatt shifts, tangling the sheets around his bare body, and dark eyes focus on Cas’s face. He’s on the phone right now, talking work that Wyatt isn’t particularly interested in. He wants to go again, or to cuddle, or something, but instead he’s just being ignored.

A slightly pouting look settles onto his features, and Wyatt wiggles himself close, until he’s pressed against the other person’s side. Gently, he moves until he can rest his head in his lap, reaching up to touch his face, and then the phone gripped in his hand.

“Pay attention to me. 

oh. that’s cute. wyatt is being needy. 

it’d taken cas a few minutes to realise, so wrapped up in arguing with someone on his team at ridiculous o’clock in the morning over things that could probably be sorted tomorrow (it’s like being a parent; the slightest thing goes awry and his phone is lighting up with a snivelling child on the other end) to even notice the drift of the male’s fingers as they’d glided up over his face. 

now he’s forced to notice with the other’s hand grasping his phone, cas’ fingers tightening around the device to keep it affixed to his ear. and he’s amused. it’s written clearly in the lines of his face as he smirks. his free hand moves downward to where wyatt’s head is pillowed in his lap, fingers mapping his skin for a moment before his settling beneath his chin and coaxing it to tilt, thumb pressing firm to his lower lip until he’s forced to open up and let him inside. 

he’s going to wrap up the call, he is, but he’d like to see a little more neediness from his companion first.

[casblatt]

N O O R .

“do you feel it?” noor leaned over one of the loveseats that was being occupied in the lobby, her hair hanging over them as a grin started to spread on her face, “spring. the sun is back, do something with me?” half an offer, almost a demand as she eagerly waited their response. 

“ah, spring. the beginning of snotmas,” he chuckles, glancing up toward the ceiling as if he’ll be able to see the sun through all the many, many floors. he checks his watch next, doing some quick calculations in his head -- he should be doing more work this afternoon. should -- but how can he resist such a sweet demand? “what did you have in mind?”

[casblatt]

V I O L E T .

Violet quirked a brow at the male, amused smile on her lips and his almost flirting. The only way to describe why she was comfortable was the soft quality of it. There was a lack of harshness. Or force. It was soft and kind and made her relax a little instead of tense. It was like he somehow knew exactly what she’d react badly too. “Or we could go with thai and get extra dessert because technically you could say thai is healthy.” She send him a smile before taking another sip from her oversized glass of one bought specifically for these instances.. Just like the matching set of pyjamas they were. SOmething they had joked about and Caspar had turned into a reality.

“thai is healthy? why did no one tell me this before? it’s suddenly so much less appealing,” he’s joking, of course, already picking out a couple menus for places he knows serves good thai food. “extra dessert makes thai a winner in my book. prawn tom yum... fuck, i’m drooling,” in reality he’s taking a sip from his wine and perusing the other possibilities on the menu, knowing full well he’ll go for the same thing he does every time. the only changes he occasionally makes is the choice of meat that he puts in the dish. 

[casblatt]

V I O L E T .‌

Backs against the couch, lights low and wine beside them. Pyjamas and far too many take out menus to pick through. Nights like this were some of Violet’s favorite. The first night she had spent at Caspar’s place filled with this sense of comfort and ease that was so right, it almost felt wrong. In any ways, it still felt like that. However, she was slowly learning that was okay, on and off. It wasn’t like they did it all the time, Violet had to look after the kids of course. However, on the nights where she could have Skylar and the kids, this was one of her first choices. And for good reason. “We went with pizza last time so I feel like something a little different should be up tonight, don’t you think?” Picking up another menu, she flicked through it, bringing her glass of wine to her lips briefly.

“good point,” caspar hums his agreement, reaching into the pile of take out menus and fishing the pizza ones out to put to one side. as much as he loves a good slice, variety is better. he’s grasping his overly large glass in his hand, absentmindedly swirling it as he continues to flick through possibilities. “we haven’t gone with thai for a while? hmm, or something a little dirtier like burger and fries?” he’s feeling so relaxed right now, so out of his usual element and yet completely inside of his comfort zone. he’s always so comfortable around violet, and he believes it to be a mutual feeling. he leans back a little further against the sofa, reclining as he takes a sip of his wine and tilts his head up toward the ceiling. he thinks he may have these menus memorised by now, he looks through them more for inspiration than anything. “or we could skip directly to dessert,” he turns his head to wiggle a brow at her, almost flirting and yet entirely serious at the same time. 

[casblatt]

it’s jamie, back at it again with another messy intro. death tw & violence tw for this one!

[ matthew daddario, cis male, he/him, 31 ] SLOW HANDS by NIALL HORAN? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of CASPAR BLATT. maybe because they’re AFFABLE but also ROGUISH. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since MAY of 2016 in APARTMENT 703 and have 0 ROOMMATES. ( GRIGIO GIRLS, TiO ) 

caspar (goes by cas or casper; only a couple people get to call him cassy and you won’t be one of them) has a beautiful family, if not a little different from most. originally abandoned by his father, he and his birth mother came across a lovely and gentle woman with a daughter -- andy -- of her own, who’d gone through some awful times at the hands of another man. the two bonded fast, and what they expected to be a friendship blossomed instead into a beautiful relationship.

andy, only six months his junior, became his best friend as quickly as she did his sister. the two were so proud to be siblings and were very confused whenever the other children at school would mock them and call them liars. see, caspar and his birth mother are the only white people in their now rather large family. so, with a very white boy and a black sister who shared two mothers, it often became a thing of whispers and rumours around the school.

neither of them cared. they continued not to care when their younger siblings, born from both of their mothers, started ageing through the school system with them.

by the time caspar hit his early teens, he’d become quite the handful. always loving, warm and charming, he was equally rebellious and roguish, reckless with his education and his inability to follow the rules. he was a smart boy, perhaps too smart for his own good, and with a rapidly growing sense of confidence and the help of puberty to earn him some positive attention, it’s a wonder he didn’t get into more trouble than he did. 

he became a bit of a slut as his teen years rounded out. with such an open home environment, he was more than happy to experiment with his sexuality and found himself to fit quite comfortably with the label of bisexual. he was out and proud about it; bullying had never gotten him down before, and he’d be damned if ignorance would get him down now. 

he somehow dragged his ass to college when he turned 18, probably for the party life more than anything else if we’re honest. and it was there that he found his first (and only) real relationship. it was with a beautiful enby who immediately caught his eye. they teased him over his advances for a while, but when they finally came together in unison it was magical. it felt right, like falling into place with them. 

college became much more interesting from then on, especially as he watched in wonder the passion his significant other held for architecture. it wasn’t something cas himself would be good at, he knew that much. but it did inspire him to crack down harder, push himself further, actually use the full potential of his brain for once. 

freshly out of college and in their early-mid twenties, the couple rented a small hole in the wall apartment together to be their very own little love nest. they’d both found work in the same property development company, and everything felt like a dream. a fairy tale. and it stayed that way for a few months.

it was a case of the wrong place, wrong time. they’d dipped into a store to purchase a carton of cigarettes whilst caspar smoked the last of theirs outside. he saw the face of the teenage boy as he bumped shoulders, brushing past him into the shop, not knowing then it would be a moment in time that would haunt him forever after. 

two gunshots sounded that night. he knows that much, but the rest is all a bit of a blur. there was a trial -- he stood witness, though it’s arguable he was in no fit state -- a funeral, a memorial at the shop and at their place of work. none of it felt real, not really. none of it felt real until he decided to move out from their little love nest. sinking to the floor as the door clicked shut behind and sobbing for hours until his sister came to fetch him wasn’t his finest moment, but it was raw and it was true. 

there is no getting over something like that.

skipping forward a little and cas still works for the same company as before, although now he’s thrown himself into his work and made his way up the ladder to be COO of the company and a member of the board. it comes with a lot of money and a lot of responsibility, as well as a fair amount of travelling. he’s made mulberry apartments his base, the place he comes back to between jobs, but he’s never felt any sort of permanence in a home since he left his very first little love nest. 

he’s aiming to either become CEO one day, or to open his own business when he has enough time, experience and money under his belt to be a success. 

as for his personal life.... it took him a while, but nowadays he’s at least recognisable as the same roguish boy he used to be. 

still a major slut of course. more so now than ever, perhaps. it keeps away the thoughts of commitment and numbs him to his abandonment issues. and hey, it’s fun! so that’s a bonus. and it isn’t detrimental to his health. 

still loves his family with his whole entire heart, even if he has put some distance between them since the death of his significant other. his nieces and nephews are fucking adorable and he makes a point to visit them often. 

he’s playful, he’s flirty, he’s a bit hotheaded and reckless at times. definitely a workaholic and likes wine just a little bit too much. 

i think i’m done rambling but pls. plots? pls..... ples. ty.

[prettymdaddario]