forrest.

[alecwinthrop]

"Something like that," granted as far as Alec was concerned it was a little more involved than that, "personally, if a guy looks to be having a bad night and there's something off about him, I may happen to suggest a certain release that includes pile driving his dick into me." Alright, so should Alec be a little more subtle as he spoke? He was so used to hiding urges that he'd had when back on the mainlands, had to keep up the picture perfect image, but here none of that mattered - he could be whoever he wanted, his most authentic self, and sometimes he forgot to tone things down. At the mention of having his back Alec could only smirk, "does that offer extend to anything?"

He goes back to the chair he'd been in, relaxing into it as the gym seemed rather empty right now, perhaps there was something going on elsewhere that they had forgotten about - whatever the reason he certainly wasn't complaining. It gave him a little time alone with this gorgeous staff member, "it's not bad, takes a little getting used to, but I like it so far. The men are hot, the jobs one of the easiest i've done, and the pay is insane, what's not to like right?" He shrugged his shoulders as he thought more about it, "it's nice to not have to hide behind some character my publicists built." He rolled his eyes, "because they make being gay in the MMA such a travesty." He hated the fact that he had to hide who he was just to sell tickets. "Back to your place, or were you looking to go back to mine?" Either way he'd certainly help however the other wanted him to.

[forrcst]

"yeah, that sounds like a pretty fuckin' good release," the man laughs, "i'll keep that in mind - i'm sure it's a line i'll be using soon." maybe that would be a way to get himself back into the good books of the client he'd stood up. it'd certainly be a way to keep forrest sweet. "the offer's for anything you want it to be, unless it involves somethin' that could get me kicked outta here because i'm happenin' to like this little arrangement here." forrest grins, giving the other a playful wink.

once alec's sat down, forrest chooses to lean against the counter next to him; if anyone were to walk in, it would seem like the two of them were slacking off work but judging by the emptiness of the gym, he figures it's a reasonable way to spend idle time. "aye, it's gonna take a wee minute to get used to it but i'm here to take it all on board," forrest says with a shrug. his eyebrows raise however when the man mentions mma; as a fellow athlete, it was comforting to know the other understood exactly his own predicament back home. "oh fuck, tell me about it," he says, "it's like it's such a fuckin' wild thing for a bloke in any sport to be gay. i was in the football premier league and not a single man has come out who currently plays. none of my own team even knew 'cause the moment i said somethin', it'd be in the press. i just wanted to kick a ball and then be able to go home and fuck the brains out of a bloke at a bar without it being such a big deal." he shrugs, and there's much more he could say about the topic but he stops himself from getting too deep into it.

as the conversation turns to their cabins, forrest smirks and shrugs it shoulders, "guess it depends on what we plan on doin' when we get to the cabin, doesn't it?"

[forrcst]

[vagabottoms]

ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟…

walking around the grounds with a coffee in hand, he was trying to enjoy having the time to himself to just relax and not have to worry about being on at all times when he found himself near the gym. he'd familiarized himself with the facility after first arriving, it was certainly a better set up than what he was using out of his families garage, but he had yet to meet any of the trainers. it seemed today was his lucky day though.

"yes." he blurted out, without thinking, as the gorgeous man hurriedly approached him. "no. i mean, i wish i was your ten o'clock..." he corrected himself with a sheepish smile and a shrug of his shoulders, "i haven't been here long but i, uh, i haven't seen anyone around so maybe your ten o'clock didn't show?" or maybe they left, because the other man was late, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"i'm a bit new around here but from what i've noticed, people get distracted a lot and tend to forget when they have appointments. then again, if i had an appointment with someone like you i'd show up ten minutes early," he mumbled aloud without realizing it, "so maybe you got lucky and he meant to show up but wound up with someone... else's services..."

[forrcst]

he snorts out a laugh at the other's panic yes, only to correct himself afterward and forrest finds it incredibly endearing. it was nice to know he had some sort of effect on people. "oh yeah, and what's got you wishin' for it?" he asks as he steps around the front of the counter, propping himself up against it and folding his arms across his chest. a smirk was permanently fixed upon his features. "aye, guessin' they took off after waitin', that's something i'll have to deal with later on, i reckon." forrest says with a shrug, "that's good to know though - for future purposes, you know? i'll be sure to be cautious if anybody fails to turn up for their appointment with me." the way the younger man easily slips up, it causes him to chuckle softly, "maybe this is your lucky day. i'm free now, so if you wanted a quick session then i'm all yours for the next hour."

[alecwinthrop]

"It's all good, don't worry too much about it, if anything he'll find some staff member, and he'll fuck any disappointment right out of him." That was definitely one of the perks of working here, even when you fucked up someone else was always there to help make the situation better, even if it meant taking the brunt of someones frustrations through a good fuck. "Like I said, no worries, i'd hope you'd have done the same for me if the roles were reversed," and he had been late before himself, still getting used to the island since he was pretty damn new too. "Us staff have to stick together."

Forrest Mcleod, such a manly name, and a strong shake to accompany it - Alec was definitely impressed and took a second to look him over now that they were so much closer. "Eh, month maybe, if it's even been that long?" The island had a funny way of making time go by a lot quicker than you'd expect, "I got lost every night for like two fucking weeks getting back to cabin after the end of my shift," remembering the wrong paths he'd take that would lead him anywhere but home. "Not going to lie, for the first three or so nights I basically made sure a client took me home so that I wouldn't get lost," as hilariously lame as that had sounded. "Sure beat trying to navigate the island after dark."

[forrcst]

"is that how it works around here?" forrest asks with a laugh of slight disbelief, "so you mean to say, if i'm walking by a client and he's in a bad mood, he can just demand to fuck me?" his brow is raised, but there's a smirk on his face because c'mon, like that would be such a bad thing. "think i'm gonna like it here." and it was quite heartwarming to hear that the staff had one another's back - the camaraderie of a team was something he was used to, so it's comforting to know this would remain true here. "oh definitely, i've got your back, mate," forrest assures with a nod, "and especially after that save you've done for me there, i owe you one so if y'need anything then just say, pal."

he gives alec's hand a firm shake and he too couldn't help but to flicker his gaze up and down the other man. he was, to be blunt, fucking beautiful. knowing they'd be working in the same vicinity often was definitely a big perk. "so you've not been here too long yourself then, how you findin' it so far?" forrest asks, figuring that now he had some time to kill, he should get to know his colleague a little better. his head tilts back with a loud laugh at the other's admission of how he dealt with getting lost in the night, "sounds like you've cracked the system here and i might have to use that excuse myself." forrest chuckles, "you reckon you'd be able to help me find my way back later this evening?"

[assvagegvilt]

Taking a pause from gossiping with the other staff by the front desk of the gym, he took to answer the question. “Doubt it.” Theo shook his head, his tone easy as he remained leaning against the front desk of the gym.

Working out was not for him, and the only reason he was forcibly doing the bit was to maintain his own physique. But given the chance, he would have ditched the whole need to workout in favour of anything else, really. Alas, all the more that he was not into getting a trainer to watch him like a hawk; he didn’t need to show his disdain to anyone else, much less to someone whose living was fitness.

“But maybe it’s one of those guys, eh?” Pointing to a pair of men coolly chatting by the machines, he could only hazard a guess that they were clients, judging by the lack of a leather bracelet on their wrists. “Or someone by the lockers, still? You got a name we could use to track ‘em down?” he asked, hoping to be of at least any help.

[forrcst]

forrest sighs as the other explains it wasn't him; he figures whoever had had lined up was probably gone by now and no doubt a complaint would be logged. he hopes that his short tenure here would at least cut him some slack with the kings - maybe.

"you not a gym guy, huh?" he asks with a chuckle. he didn't know what he would do without it, the intense training during his football career was something he couldn't ever seem to get rid of despite how much he'd fallen off the rails after retirement. "i don't think so," forrest then sighs, "the name was..." shit, he can't even remember that. the man digs out his phone, swiping through to his schedule, "harvey." whoever that was. "i feel i'm gonna have to send a very apologetic text. it's just so fuckin' easy to get lost in this place - how long did it take you to learn where everything was?"

[isaackoskov]

Isaac really wasn't much of a gym rat. He much prefered swimming. And so he hadn't really visited the gym since the relocation. But some of his coworkers had very much hinted he should go do other exercises at least once a week. To get himself motivated, he'd decided to book time with a personal trainer, just to start off with.

But it seemed said personal trainer was late for their appointment. Frankly Isaac didn't really mind much. There was plenty of eyecandy to pass the time with. He was so distracted staring at muscular men working out, that he didn't even notice the trainer enter, until he spoke up. "Oh, fuck, yes. Hi." He stood and smiled, straightening himself. "I must be. I'm Isaac."

[forrcst]

he can't help but to laugh at startling the younger male, clearly not upset about forrest's lack of time keeping as he appeared to know how to keep himself occupied. "ah, it's a pleasure," he says, holding out his hand, "name's forrest and i'm apparently shite at keepin' time." he laughs, figuring it's best to make light of it. "get some pretty good views in here, don't ya?" he then teases with a playful smirk, gaze flicking over to the men that were occupying some of the machines. "that's somethin' i don't think i'll ever get used to - swear they put something in the water here, everyone's gorgeous." and there were zero complaints from forrest. he was used to being surrounded by athletic, built men but in football world, he daren't stare too long in fear of something being dropped in the press about him.

"so, what is it you're wantin' to gain from pt?" he asks, "general fitness, strength or cardio? i can either create you a plan or we can just wing it as we go."

[anthonysperkins]

Oliver Jackson-Cohen and Emma Mackey play First Impressions

[lukas-engstrom]

    As a typical Virgo Lukas was early to his training appointment that day. He had requested the new trainer because he saw him at the gym once before and found him attractive. But now, a good twenty minutes past his scheduled appointment, Lukas was second guessing this idea. Lateness was one of his pet peeves, although not the biggest, it still was up there on his list.

    Finally he heard the distinct accent of his trainer for the day. Turning around he attempted a smile while looking the male over. “I sure am. I hope you don’t have anyone after me. I really need a good, thorough workout,” he mentioned, hoping the other had good sense to cancel the next appointment if he did. Lukas was a longterm client at the Haus and spared no expense when it came to things he coveted. Today that very thing was a handsome man and an intense workout. “I’m Lukas Engström, your 10 o’clock client. You may call me Luk or Lukas; whatever you prefer,” he extended his hand for a proper introduction. He figured it would give the other a chance to regain his composure and catch his breath from rushing. 

[forrcst]

his guard is up once the other starts speaking; forrest can tell by the tone that this could end up being a difficult client so he breathes in sharply through his nostrils, taking a deep breath before breaking out into a smile. "i don't have another appointment until two, so i'd be surprised if you wanted to go on longer than that." he says, making a mental note of what exercises he could put the other through to try and make him break as quickly as possible. "pleasure, luk," forrest says, giving the other's hand a squeeze, "i'm forrest. let's get started, shall we?" he gestures for the other to follow him, leading the way into the gym that was mostly empty except for a few men undertaking personal workouts. "what is it you're wanting to focus on?" he asks, "strength, endurance, et cetera."

[alecwinthrop]

Alec always enjoyed when his fellow personal trainers looked disheveled, especially when they were as handsome as this new guy was, laughing as he stretched out in the seat he'd chosen in the lobby. He was between clients himself and opted to take a break when the other came rushing in, "aye, chief, sorry, your guy left like ten minutes ago, something about other plans he had to get to?" He wasn't entirely certain considering it wasn't his client which meant it wasn't his problem.

"Told him you were free tomorrow, same time, and threw him into the system," he shrugged, pointing to the front desk where the schedule was pulled up on the computer. "No harm, no foul, he didn't seem to mind too much," he stood from his seat, smoothing out the shorts he was wearing, as he walked over to the man and held a hand out. "Alec Winthrop, coworker," being that they were both trainers he might as well be nice and introduce himself.

[forrcst]

forrest lets out a groan upon hearing his client had bailed due to his lateness; what a way to make an impression. "fuck, that's gonna come back to bite me soon, i bet." he sighs, arms folding across his broad chest. "aye, tomorrow is grand - i appreciate you doin' that for me, pal." forrest says, quickly learning that the man opposite must also work within the gym. though, he probably could have guessed it from the other's physique alone.

as alec approached and introduced himself, forrest clasps his hand with the other's to shake. "nice to meet you," the scot says, "name's forrest mcleod." he draws his hand back, returning his arms to a folded position. "this place feels like a maze," he chuckles, "i swear i walked down the same hallway like three fuckin' times before i ended up here. you been workin' here long?"

[cheekeyfire]

[forrcst]

status: open to all location: the gym

of course, one of his first sessions at the haus and he's running late because of who he is as a person. forrest is awful at waking up to his alarms; he used to have an incredible body clock when he was training regularly, but once he hit his retirement and those nights turned into early mornings, he found getting out of bed to be excruciating.

he turns the corner to the gym, his lateness increased due to getting lost on the way over, and spies a person in the lobby. "ah shite," the scot says, "are you my 10 o'clock?" it was now twenty minutes past.

[nat111love]

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as JAMES ELLIS 

  SURFACE | 1x06 The Myth of California

[forrcst]

name: forrest mcleod age: thirty-five pronouns: he/him birthday: july 24th zodiac: leo sun, aires rising, taurus moon sexuality: homosexual hometown: aviemore, scotland previous occupation: right winger for arsenal fc in the premier league current occupation: personal trainer for the haus time at haus: one week

+ traits: passionate, determined, strong-willed, charismatic, charming - traits: brash, unintelligent, clumsy, gullible, impulsive likes: football, summer nights, the smell of the ocean, war films, grime and hiphop, sleeping in, ryan reynolds. dislikes: classical music, early mornings, scruffy beards, autumn weather, cats, exotic food, tottenham hotspurs.

kinks: power play, romantic, pain play anti-kinks: bathroom play, infantilism, daddy kink position: versatile

as a kid, all he ever wanted was to be a footballer. growing up in a small town in the scottish highlands, there wasn't much else to do except kick around a ball and forrest was forever glued to the television screen to watch the latest games. though he knew he should support a scottish team, it was a north london squad - arsenal - that captured his heart. the premier league was exactly where he wanted to be; the life of a footballer seemed so glamourous with the money, the cars, the abundance of free shit. and of course, the game itself. 

he was part of a local football team as a kid, working his way through the ranks until he was scouted by his dream club's academy. suddenly, the small town scottish boy was thrown in amongst some of the world's best up and coming players. initially he believed himself to be a defender, but the academy saw his potential in midfield as a right winger and by twenty-five years old he was one of arsenal's starting eleven.

forrest quickly grew in both fame and fortune, though the club had its struggles, he was grateful to be part of a family that adored each other and he saw his teammates as his brothers above anything else. he held a secret close to his chest, however. in the premier league, it's known for there being no openly gay players - forrest was certain he wasn't the only one, it was impossible statistically, but the risk of losing his career by outing himself just simply wasn't worth it. so, he lived in secret. he got into relationships with women to diminish any possibility of rumours and for a while, he convinced himself he could be happy with this lifestyle.

unfortunately, at the age of thirty, forrest suffered an injury during a match against club rivals, tottenham. a poorly executed slide tackle displaced his knee and he was quickly rushed into surgery and extensive physiotherapy. for two years, he tried his hardest to get back out on the pitch. it was already a risk, his age meant that he was struggling to keep up with the teenagers up and coming on the scene, but he was also slower to recover from the injury. there were games where he didn't even make it to the bench and though it broke his heart, by thirty-two it was time to retire and say goodbye to the thing he loved most.

left without any clue of where to go next (becoming a manager or pundit just didn't feel right), forrest quickly spiralled into blowing his enormous pay-out on drink, drugs, and eventually fell into the world of gambling. within a year he'd gone from earning thousands every week to owing millions of pounds in debt. forrest realised he'd gone too far too late, thus when a friend of a friend recommend the haus of perses and a chance to earn a decent wage whilst also exploring his sexuality, he simply jumped at the chance. forrest kept himself clean to ensure he would be accepted, and soon found himself packing his bags to start a new life as a personal trainer within the haus.