Raymond was glad there was gym at the Haus. At least his early morning work-out routine wouldn’t be flushed down the toilet while he was here. After warming up a bit by stretching his muscles, he made his way to the treadmill, taking his shirt off and hanging it on the handrails so it wouldn’t get sweaty. He started out with a light jog; after it had progressed to a thirty-minute run, Raymond went over to the pull-up bars and started his count. He was at 73 when he noticed another guy near the doorway. ‘Oh, gosh, I’m sorry - I’m almost finished here if you wanted to use these.’
“ oh! oh, no, don’t worry, i’m- ” daniel wasn’t sure what to do. he kinda liked the way his body was, some members of the staff and some clients of the resort had told him how hot he was, but the food there was definitely very appetizing, - just like the guys who told him he was hot - so he thought it would be good to hit the gym sometimes, to try to stay in that shape. the only problem is that the exercise he used to do was play football, he never had been in a gym before. “ i’m just... y’know, trying to figure out what to do first. but don’t worry, you can stay there. ” he would be lying if he didn’t stopped of wandering around to watch the man for a few seconds.
He should have been curious when he noticed how QUICKLY his friend took himself ahead of Oliver, back turned to him, in such a rush to get up to his room. It was comical, though Oliver hadn’t thought much aside from the fact he must REALLY want that drink and to catch up. "You know when there’s a fire people usually rush DOWNSTAIRS, not up…“ He teased, though he did like the extra pep in the others step. He was excited to get them behind closed doors too, to be able to catch up after not seeing him in a while. It was a much needed break from all that the Haus offered, "hmm…” He gave a thoughtful hum when the other asked about the staff, though he honestly couldn’t answer the question entirely yet. "Can’t say i’ve gotten the opportunity to test any of them,“ not that they hadn’t offered, there was just something about his first time at the Haus that he wanted to be memorable. Like another virginity, this first fuck would make or break his stay here, "i’m putting too much thought into it aren’t I?” He always did, “funny, can fuck a stranger at a seedy bar, but come to a damn place that caters sex and I all of a sudden have morals?” He burst out laughing though feeling a bit uneasy all of a sudden, what if his friend thought that was absolutely ridiculous, he reached for the pillow Dan had in his lap and pulled it back to smack him with it. It was SUPPOSED to be fun, a good laugh to be had by the pair, though the boner was more than evident now that it was no longer hidden. "I didn’t mean to, Chief, had I known i’d have-“ not taking the pillow off? Told him there was NO reason to hide it or be nervous? Pat himself on the back for giving him a boner like that just by getting close? Honestly he had no idea what he would have done, "I don’t even know what to say right now, talk about unexpected. I’d ask you what’s come up in life but I mean,” he pointed towards the others lap and just laughed, still rather impressed he had that effect on him (because HONESTLY he didn’t think he had). "What’d you see, two staff going at it in the hall on the way up to my room?“ Maybe he wasn’t even the one to be able to claim this victory, he could have been jumping to conclusions in his head.
daniel was so relieved he was able to get to the man’s room and hide his erection in a proper way, he was sure that oli wouldn’t see he was excited now. but he couldn’t help about still acting weird - he would try his best to fake a normal expression, a usual tone of voice, but all of his movements and words seemed so mechanical, he just felt too vulnerable to be completely comfortable. the only thing that was separating oliver’s gorgeous eyes and his crotch was a pillow, and, when it was snatched from his hands by the other, daniel wasn’t quick or strong enough to react. he then just ‘casually’ placed his hand over it, which didn’t exactly helped. maybe his lower head thought it would finally receive attention, but it was going to have to wait until dan was back at his room, probably in the shower. “ no, yeah, exactly, like- ” he accepted the other’s excuse, and tried to elaborate on it. “ they were like, toootally going for it, y’know? like, really doing it, it was pretty hot, and then- well, that happened. ” he tried to light up the weather by chuckling, like he wasn’t embarrassed and lying as hell. “ can you, well, give it to me? the- the pillow! give me the pillow, please? ”
Another hot day had arrived and Marvin’s body begged him for some sun light and a few minutes at the pool area, he wasn’t exactly allowed to swim, staff members had a lot of rules to follow, but he could walk by the pool and even stay around for a while. As he finally got there, first thing he took a deep breath, just getting some fresh air to his lungs and walking around a little, standing by the pool for a few seconds and looking at the sun, closing his eyes while yet standing there just letting his skin absorb some of that vitamin D, two seconds later a voice from behind him caused Marvin to look back and move from where he was. “ — Oh wow… hey!” He grinned quite embarrassed for that. “ — Sorry, I haven’t noticed you were there, I was just… having a real good moment here for a second.” He grinned. “ — You just getting taned a little, huh? Nice. Just watch it for that cancer.”
noah had his orange juice, sunscreen, his phone with a bunch of nice (and kinda old) pop songs, his earphones... he was prepared to be by the pool the whole day. until he realized the pool would be filled with a bunch of incredibly hot men. and that guy who had just got in front of him was one of them. one of the hottest of them, actually. “ it’s fine, i’m not really a guy who would stand out between so many hot guys, am i right? you can totally get back to your moment, didn’t meant to interrupt. ” the man wore a grin like a diamond, it was just as pretty. “ and don’t worry, got some sunscreen. which will maybe cancel any tanning i could get, but i don’t think i look that bad, do you? i’m like a paper, it’s not that ugly, is it? ” he laughed, despite being slightly insecure about... well, everything in his body, but, in the case, his paleness.
Salim had been standing at the poolside smoking after catching a race on the bar tv, scarred back facing the loungers when he heard someone speak to him. The egyptian male turned to the sunbather with a smirk, eyeing up his bare chest. He scooted slightly to the left. “You look like you could use the color,” he teased, not really caring if he was being behaving with impropriety, “Your appearance is like someone took you out of the oven halfway through being baked and forgot to put you back in.” He puffed on his cigarette, “I am Salim, one of the staff here. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
at first, daniel was almost scared. he tried to be funny and have a light conversation with the other man, but, when the other started to basically insult him, he thought a fight was about the start - not that he would attack the other man, he would never do the first punch, but he definitely wouldn’t stand there getting beat up. “ oh, wait, you’re- you’re one of the staff? i thought you were just a moody and rude client... ” he took a sip of his orange juice, a sassy smirk growing in his lips, and got up, and he was just a few inches away from the man. “ but, with you being staff, i guess i could force you to apologize. or, y’know, make a complain about you. what you think? ” he had dealt with a lot of players like that man, jocks with a lot of attitude who would be rude to him and think they were get away with that. they never did.
terrence basked in the glow, catlike in how he stretched the weight off his limbs. he’d just awoken from a siesta, evident by the ruffled hair and stiff muscles, and the pool seemed like an ideal place to lounge even more. but a voice behind him asked for the sun instead of him. how strange and insulting, he thought, as head tilted at the man. “ i am the only view here, buddy. “ he lowered the dark shades he wore to take a better, brighter look at this individual. “ you don’t need the sun to get some color. just do some strenuous exercises that make your blood rise to the surface — i guarantee that it will give you color. “
“ disagreed, there are a couple of guys in the pool, they look pretty good too, boy. ” he smiled, his eyes going up and down the nearly perfect body. “ but yeah, you are a very good view... i’d actually love to see it closer. and i’m not really into doing so much exercise, don’t really want to change the shape of my body. you think i should? ”
The stuttering and stammering through his words was definitely picked up on, “so I did well?” He asked, wondering if he’d done his part in flirting, “my charms still a bit rusty.” He didn’t mind though, it worked where it had to and even as he watched the other turn and head inside he felt he’d done his job well. Getting the bottle wasn’t hard, neither was following his friend up to his room, but just as they were nearing his door he side stepped around him so that he could unlock his door - swinging it open and allowing his friend to enter before he did. He shut the door behind them, “so tell me, how much have you experimented around here so far?” He felt that he needed to make conversation as he walked to put the bottle on the counter, reaching into the cupboard for two glasses so he could pour their drinks. "This place is unbelievable, isn’t it?“ He asked as he walked over and held a drink out for the other to take.
oliver’s flirting expression and voice confused daniel. all the thoughts and mental pictures he usually was able to pull away were now flooding his mind, filling up his brain with naughty images and his underwear with his pretty awake dick. “ yeah, you- you did good, i guess... ” he said in a whisper, quickly going inside of the building again, scared his friend would see the boner he got - and it was like that all the way till the man’s room, he trying his hardest to not get caught with an erection. god, that was what going to happen from now on? he would get hard with that little stuff, when in the past two jocks could have him for hours and hours and he still wouldn’t come? “ a lot, a guess. the staff are really good at their jobs, don’t you think? ” he sat down on the comfortable bed, immediately pulling a pillow to his lap, trying to do it as discreetly as he could. “ what about you? been, y’know, enjoying everything here? ” he couldn’t help but be a bit jealous when he thought about oli with some of those boys... they were great, probably perfect for oliver, they would make the man feel the best he ever did. he just wished he could do that too.
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he quickly stepped aside so that the sun would once again hit the clients chest, “sorry, I should probably pay better attention to where I stand around here,” he couldn’t help it though - he could have sworn he saw something shimmering from the bottom of the pool. It didn’t take much to distract the staff member, “is this better?” He could see the others chest lit right up in the sunlight and gave himself a nod of approval, but at the end of the day it wasn’t his own approval that meant anything.
“ yeah, you really should. ” he said harshly, trying to sound badass - he kinda did, but he instantly felt so bad for doing it he apologized. “ sorry ‘bout it, that was rude. and yeah, that’s- that’s better, but i can think of a place even better. ” he patted his own thigh, a smirk on his lips. “ what you think of here? i really think it’s the best place ever. ”
,He looked towards his friend, laughing as he shook his head just listening to the other. "You’re not bad,“ he stated the fact simply with another shake of his head in assurance. "Would I have invited you to my room so easily if i’d have thought so low of you?” If the other insisted though, Oliver stepping right up close to the other to press him against the wall, a hand resting against the wall beside him. His tone dropped, almost seductively (if he’d had to call it anything), “what do you say we get out of here and head up to my room. I’m sure we could figure out something to do to pass the time,” a smirk growing on his lips as he took a single step back to let the other move. He loved how willing the other was to go, following him back inside though only walking to the bar to grab a bottle (putting it on his tab). He held it up towards his friend, “i’ve got glasses upstairs. I’m sure you remember the way?”
because the other was just so close, he had to take a step back, being completely against the wall, his eyes going from the other’s hand right besides his head to his face. “ i- we- i- ” daniel mumbled, before the other stepped back, taking away the tension, letting him breath again. “ yeah, okay, sure, let’s- let’s go! ” he faked an enthusiastic tone. he wasn’t happy about that situation - he loves to spend time with oli, he loves his friend, of course, but being drunk in the same room as him? alone, in the same room as him? he just hoped he would try to give him a blowjob by the end of the night. or maybe not, maybe he should try that, then maybe his friend would notice the type of feelings and thoughts daniel had with him.
“ if i’m being honest, your ass is also a quite interesting view. ” daniel said, in order to get the man’s attention, looking up to him. “ but i would prefer to get some color in my chest, so, if you could move just a bit to the left, it would be great. ” he had both his hands on the back of his head, chilling on the sun (after putting on a bunch of sunscreen), but he didn’t wanted to get some color at all. the pool was just such a nice place to watch shirtless guys. and flirt with some others, like the one he just talked to.
“Shut up,” he couldn’t help but laugh and squirm when those fingers started to tickle him, “you’re such a shit.” He didn’t mind though, if he did he’d have stepped away before now. There was just something about his friend that captivated him and pulled him out of bad moods, “we’re not seriously doing this right now are we?” He quirked a brow as he started to realize that this was no joke, “how about instead of hitting the bar you and I grab a bottle and head to my room? I’d rather spend the night with you, someone I at least know will entertain, instead of putting the effort into the unknown. How’s that sound, unless you’d prefer me to go in there and try to find someone better for the night?” He gave him a playful shove against the arm with a bright smile, completely at ease now.
“ are you doing that shit just so you don’t have to hit on me? am i that bad?! ” he yelled, playfully but not really. daniel was kinda looking forward to seeing the man’s features and tone when hitting on a guy. “ well, okay i guess. but don’t say ‘entertain’, i feel like a stripteaser! which is not a bad thing, i love stripteases- not that i want one from you, but- not that you’re ugly, you are hot, it’s just... ugh! let’s get drunk, come on! ” he wasn’t good with words, not when his eyes were focused in such a gorgeous man. scared he would say something really compromising, he went back through the door he came in, without waiting for the other.
Not just anyone would dare call Oliver a dummy, the voice giving who it was away before he even looked at him. There was something about having his friend approach him that put him even more at ease, that hand against his shoulder grounding him as he focused on that touch, FINALLY turning to look at the man who was now stumbling through his words like a damn idiot. A cute idiot though, Oliver would give him that much, though to save the other more torment he wouldn’t call attention to any of it. Instead he answered the follow up question, “I swear, the last time I hit up even a bar was fucking years ago, maybe i’m too old for this shit?”
“ old?! ” with a face like oliver’s, age would be the last thing someone woudl think about. “ i think you’re too young to bars! are you even legal? can you drink? let me see your id! ” playfully, he started pushing his finger in the other’s ripped abdomem, ticlking him, like they weren’t in their 30s. “ but seriously, man, there’s not such thing. you’re hot- i mean, you- you’re not ugly, and that’s what matter in a bar. and being funny, too. hit me up with a joke, pretend i’m a twink or just someone you’d be attracted to. ”
The crisp night air hit Oliver as he shoved the door open but he just had to get outside. His social anxiety was through the roof, it having been so long since he’d thrown himself into a setting like this, he was like a damn fish out of water floundering to catch a breath. He tugged at his collar as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, leaning back against the building as he closed his eyes trying to take himself out of the moment. It’d been working, he was starting to come back down, that was until he heard the door open and he let out a groan. "I make that much of a scene that you had to follow me out?“ He asked, not even bothering to look in their direction.
“ no, dummy. i guess i just pay a bit too much of attention in you. ” he explained, approaching the other, worry clear in his features. placing his hand on the other’s broad shoulder, daniel then realized what he had said, and rushed himself to add. “ like, ‘cause- y’know, you’re my friend! so, like, i care about you, as friends, ‘cause that’s what we are, you know?! ” like an anxious and shaky chihuahua, he said, nervous. “ anyway, are you okay? too much people, is that it? ”
did i just see chris pratt sitting at the bar? nevermind, it was just 35-year-old, daniel graham. i heard the client is quite kind but also childish. he seems to enjoy frotting, but don’t try fisting with this one. they’ve come a long way way from big sur, california, but being at the haus of perses sure as hell beats being a coach.
daniel was born and grew up in big sur, a beautiful small and tropical-ish town in california. his mother died giving birth to him, and that broke him, his older brother and his father. she was a very strong and good woman, and guilt always fills his head when he thinks of her - he knows it wasn’t his fault, but sometimes he just wishes he simply wasn’t born.
a very lonely teenager, dan suffered quite a lot in his high school years. people would mock him for his smile, for his weight, for his voice, for the way he raised his hand when the professor asked something... for everything. and that made him very self-conscious and extremely socially anxious. when he turned twenty, his brother in college, he decided to stay at big sur. it was such a nice town, he had no reason to leave. it wasn’t like he would have something out there that he wanted to pursue.
literally the only thing he wanted was to be able to comfort kids that were like him, boy who would get mocked and bullied for everything. and, some years later, his father already dead, a job that would make him able to do so showed up. coach of the big sur high, the high school school he went.
so he lied about his skills and education status (possibly something illegal), and got that job, and started doing what he needed someone to do with him when he was eighteen. he would gather a nice team, with both misfits like him and actual jocks, and, for the next ten years, would make them great players, skilled men. he would help them get scholarships and become big and successful men.
unlike most people would think, a single man in his 30s commanding a bunch of teenagers, daniel wasn’t mean to them. he truly had no reason: they would respond a lot better if he used kindness and listened to them and their problems than if he yelled and told them they were shitty players or something. and, because of that kindness, some students would give him such nice feedbacks; not only on the field, but on his office, on the locker room after everyone else would leave, on his own house. he was good to them, they were very good to him too.
and he loved that, of course. which man would love having a bunch of barely legal teenagers moaning his name, worshiping him? but he needed more than that, he needed a connection. he wanted to be seen as a husband, not as a fatherly figure. and that’s how he found the haus of perses. and, when he learned about it, he packed everything he had and left the town he loved so much, the school he loved so much, the boys he loved so much. for the first time, he was selfish.
and maybe all that “i want a true connection” speech he gave himself in the shower was bullshit, because it turned out he also loved to have quick fucks that meant nothing - well, if the fuck was good, of course.
daniel is a very laid-back guy, he don’t stress and don’t like to with things, despite a considerable amount of anxiety that was left of the years and years he was bullied. he loves to do romantic stuff, to cuddle and share ice-cream and walk around holding hands, but he also wouldn’t deny a nice, good and meaningless quickie.
I’m still fighting really hard to get any role I get. If it’s comedy, I go for the laughs. And if it’s drama, I try to tell the truth, and try to play the real stakes of whatever scenario the character’s in.
