sin like me.

Dean Love || 27 || Client

[deanllove]

continued from here - @alecwinthrop​

     Dean was definitely asking for a bruising and he could already hear his manager screaming at him but screw it. No going back now. “ Well I’m no professional so just avoiding messing up my face, yeah ? ” The actor was far from a professional but he had received professional training for a couple roles he had taken and boxing itself was just a fun way for him to stay in shape so he was no inexperienced lightweight either. “ Ready ? ” He asked, walking towards a training mat as he finished readjusting his straps.

[romanatticusbeckett]

Roman turned a little red when Dean referenced his face as pretty, but he was full on turning into a tomato when he clarified who he was. That was absolutely why Ro had recognized him, of course he was a fucking famous actor. You never knew who you were going to run into on this island, but it was still managing to take the dancer off guard every single time. “Shit, of course.” Roman felt a little embarrassed, hoping the other male wouldn’t take offense to the fact that he hadn’t recognized Dean right off the bat. “Yeah, I know who you are. Forgive me. I must seem like a bloody idiot.”

[deanllove]

“No offense taken,” he admitted, holding back any notion of laughter. It was always fondly amusing when someone got a bit starstruck around him. Considering his background, he appreciated the fact he now had that effect on people. “It’s not impossible to think that there’s a handful of people that might not know my face in this world.” He was teasing him now but it was helping to distract his eclectic mind at this late hour. “But really, don’t feel bad. There are plenty of ways to make it up to me after all.” He winked at him, making his intentions obvious.

[nevadaxsaunders]

“It doesn’t have to work,” Nevada shrugged, “My end goal is to get someone to laugh but by the looks of it seems that I have failed,” he frowned slightly, this guy must be a party pooper. The musician turned back to the bartender, ordering the younger man a shot of whiskey. “I was drinking whiskey, nothing special.” 

[deanllove]

“I just didn’t want to spray my drink everywhere if that makes you feel better.” Finishing off the last of said drink, he took the shot and had no hesitation in throwing it back. “As long as it does the job -- so why don’t you throw another pick up line at me ? I’ll be a proper audience this time,” he promised with an already amused grin.

[nevadaxsaunders]

It was a good night and Nevada was about to make someone suffer with one of his cheesy pick up lines. He nursed a drank in hand, scoping out the bar as he was carefully choosing his next victim. When seeing someone that could possibly get a good laugh out of his joke, he started walking their way. Sliding up to the bar, leaning against it for support as he looked the other up. “Do you work on a chicken farm?” Nev asked, giving them a second to let it register before continuing on. “Because damn–” he whistled, “You know how to raise a cock.” Nevada tried not to laugh at himself but was probably embarrassing himself more. 

[deanllove]

Alcohol was never a requirement for a good time but it sure did help Dean as he adjusted to the island. Having total privacy with no worry of paparazzi or a snake in the grass friend trying to sell his secrets was a new comfort he had to get used to. When a random question was posed to him by a random stranger, he could only raise a brow before nearly spitting out his drink at the absurdity of his words. “Does that work for you ?” He asked after he gracefully swallowed the sip of alcohol in his mouth. No judgement. Only pure curiosity was being portrayed by his furrowed brows. “Also, I need a shot of whatever you’re drinking.”

[romanatticusbeckett]

Roman couldn’t stop staring. He felt like he’d seen this guy before, it was hard to forget a face like that. But, if he hadn’t - he was glad he had now. “Hello.” Ro muttered to the other male after a few moments, a broad smile on his face while getting his hands wrapped to box. “You look…so familiar to me.” The dancer’s accent was thick as his eyes scanned Dean, his brain trying so hard to work out if they’d met before, or if he was having some serious case of deja vu. “Sorry if I’m bothering you though, tell me to fuck off and I’ll…yeah.” He laughed, wondering also why he was acting like such a fucking idiot. Just shut up for once in your life Roman, you don’t have to talk to everyone who breathes. “I’m Roman.”

[deanllove]

“A pretty face could never be a bother,” Dean assured him as he started to pull off his gloves. This was as good a time as any to cut off his impromptu workout since he could never actually punch away all his anger. At least he had relieved some of it and that was enough to stop him from sending any embarrassing texts or posting something messy on his socials. “I’m Dean Love. You might have seen me in a movie or a magazine. Or maybe I just have one of those faces.” He shrugged, trying to avoid sounding like every other pretentious actor in Hollywood.

[charlestonking]

- ☼* -

“Hey, that’s only fair. Like you said I already got a free show.” Tossing his zip-hoodie to the side without any care for where it landed, Asher quickly undid the clasp of his jeans and pushed them down.

He didn’t take the time to get himself fully undressed though. Stepping out of his jeans, he took the last few steps forward until he and the other man had barely any distance left between them. Grabbing onto his waist, Asher wasted no time in bending down to press his lips against the side of the other man’s neck. Kissing and sucking at the skin, moaning softly under his breath at the taste of sweat and salt.

“Am I taking my time?” He questioned with his lips pressed against the man’s skin, his tongue teasing along the hard line of his clavicle. “–or should I get right to the point?”

[deanllove]

Since he had already done the work of taking off his shirt, he was left only in loose workout shorts that were becoming less loose the more skin Asher revealed to him. The hunger for each other’s bodies was exhilarating, making Dean’s answer quite easy. “Let’s not waste time,” he urged, groaning under the pressure of lips against his skin.

Following along with his own words, his hands trailed along every curve and sharp edge of the man’s body that he could reach. Dean was no slouch himself but Asher’s body was a sculpted marvel that he could spend years memorizing if given the chance.

[romanatticusbeckett]

Roman was far from a professional, but loved to box. It was one of his favorite workouts, and was first on his gym agenda this evening. Like Dean, he found it the best outloud for frustrations, when his emotions were boiling to the point of busting. This wasn’t exactly the place to talk about how you feel, and even though Ro made it a point to seem bubbly all the time, he wasn’t.

He didn’t expect anyone to be in the room when he entered, though it wasn’t a total surprise. Dean was someone he recognized around the island as being a client, but Ro had never been personally selected by him before. The Brit offered a small smile, accompanied by a nod. This guy was extremely attractive, but so was everyone here. Seeing gorgeous men at this point was like a rogue buttcrack at Wal-mart. Well, not exactly like that, but…still. Boxing, right.

Roman slung down his gym duffle near an empty punching bag, trying not to draw too much attention if Dean was trying to focus - he didn’t often bother clients mid workout, but of course he tripped over the strap on his bag, gasping as he stumbled to catch himself. Thankfully he didn’t fall, but the echo from his little fuck up was enough to make his entire face go red. “God, fuck.” He cursed under his breath, and then immediately got set up in hopes swinging some punches would distract all parties involved.

[deanllove]

Dean had not done much exploring among the staff yet. There were so many pretty faces to choose from, more than he had ever seen on a red carpet, it was overwhelming even for a somewhat arrogant actor. It was inevitable that he noticed one such pretty face when it walked in and offered him a stunning smile. He could not help but watch and notice when the other man nearly tripped.

He suppressed an amused chuckle, pushing off the beaten punching bag to resume his workout but he did keep an eye on the pretty brunette. He wanted to take his time thinking of the best way to return the redness to the man’s cheeks that he had definitely taken note of probably despite the other’s wishes.

[alecwinthrop]

Alec spent more late nights in the gym than he’d like to admit, but there was just something about the quietness that he always loved. Being a personal trainer his day was met with countless men trying to keep up physical appearances, or just wanting a means to flirt, but during the overnight he was off the clock and could easily slip into the mindset he’d had back home - working out until the ungodly hours of the morning, crawling his ass back to his cabin, and then passing out before waking up to do it all over again. He’d had quite a good system going, though tonight was different - as he walked into the gym he was met with another body, not having the place to himself anymore as the man stood beside the punching bag. Well shit, Alec took a moment to sweep his eyes over the others chest, unable to keep from looking. “My bad, I didn’t think anyone was here, I can leave if you need me to?” He could call it an early night, maybe hit up Patrick’s gym, thankful to have options.

[deanllove]

Pausing and holding a gloved fist against the punching bag to keep it in place, he grinned at the other man as he shook his head. “Despite what my massive ego says, I don’t own the place so do whatever you want, man. I don’t mind some company... or a sparring partner?” He could feel his manger telepathically cursing him out on instinct but Dean had no upcoming projects yet so there was no harm in taking the chance of getting a few bruises. He could use good company anyways to keep himself from doing something stupid again to harm his very public reputation.

[charlestonking]

- ☼* -

Setting the other’s bag down beside him, Asher smirked to himself before taking a few steps forward. He noticed the other’s hands trembling a bit as he took off his gloves but he assumed that was just an after effect of how hard he was working at the punching bag.

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say the bag is out of commission for the rest of the night. You really did a number on it.” As he took more steps forward to close off the distance between them, Asher began slowly undressing himself; starting with his jacket, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor to reveal he wasn’t wearing anything beneath it.

“Maybe I can help you with that something else…”

[deanllove]

Setting the gloves down, he began to massage his hands as the man approached him. “Only if you don’t mind doing more of the work. I’m usually a more generous man but you did already get a show.” He teased the other, grateful they had run into each other. This island was serving him as well as the invitation had promised.

“So, why don’t you start helping,” he challenged with a sly smirk.

[charlestonking]

- ☼* -

“Night owl has a better ring to it than telling people you have insomnia. I might have to borrow that from you.” He teased. Glancing up at the clock on the wall over him, Asher shrugged and turned to grab the other’s bag from the hook. Instead of passing it over to him though the man simply held onto it as he fell back into place, leaning against the doorframe; his eyes shamelessly looking the other over once again.

“I don’t know, I don’t think you should call it. You were definitely doing a number on that poor bag there,” he said with a nod of his head towards the punching bag, “but the night’s still young, you sure you’ve gotten it all out of your system?”

[deanllove]

Dean raised a brow when the man grabbed his bag but made no move to give it to him. He started pulling on the velcro straps of his gloves, pulling them off entirely to reveal somewhat shaky hands. He had been going at the bag for quite some time but thankfully he had put on gloves before his anger made him forget even the time.

“I can say for a fact that I have not... but the punching bag won’t help anymore.” He pointedly drew his eyes over the other man’s figure. “I feel like it’s gonna take something else to get me to bed.”

[deanllove]

ashermoundslg​:

- ☼* -

His inability to sleep most nights often led him to a bar, where he’d meet someone or catch up with an old friend before winding up back at their place. It wasn’t really a cure-all for his insomnia but at least it gave him something to do until he finally did pass out.

That was a bit harder for him to do here on the island though so instead Asher just had to wander.

This time his wandering led him to the gym and while he wasn’t dressed to work out that certainly didn’t stop him from leaning against the doorway, watching the other man as he looked to take out his frustrations on the punching bag; his body on display, his sweat glinting in the light as if it was highlighting his muscular form, as he worked.

“Suddenly wish I was a punching bag.” That sounded more flirtatious and just… better… in his head.

“Let me guess,” instead of acknowledging his failed flirt, Asher just continued on. “You seem a bit worked up… can’t sleep either?”

///

An amused grin pulled at Dean’s lip as he leaned against the punching bag, letting his body be on display for the obvious admirer. He found the flirting more honest than any smooth pick up line a different man might use so he appreciated it.

“That’s one way of putting it. I’m also a night owl by nature but I probably should call it.” He noticed the time on clock, having not realized until now he had already been here for a couple hours. “Can you pass me my bag?” It was the only one hanging on the hooks of the wall the other man was leaning on.

[deanllove]

OPEN TO ANYONE

Location: Haus Gym

Dean felt beyond grateful for the punching bags in the Haus gym. Although he had imagined working out his frustrations through other means, he found it immediately calming to throw punch after punch into a black punching bag. His sorrow had turned into anger but at least he could say he was finding a healthy way of expressing it rather than letting his name end up in the tabloids for some drunken mistake. It was also late enough that no one was around so he felt comfortable removing his shirt as he got sweaty, not that he was a shy man but he was a modest one. He kept at it for a few more minutes before he heard footsteps at the entrance of the gym and he paused to see who his new companion was as he stretched out his tired arms.

[im-per-fec-ti-on]