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Justin Sparks. 24. World Class Model. Aspiring fashion designer. Always up for a bit of fun. Keep it classy, ladies. (Member of Kingsfall RP)

[ofsacrificium-deactivated201511]

Handsome, don’t quit your day job.

[justin-sparks]

I'm a model. I don't have to be smart.

[adrianodesigner]

Adriano smiled, hearing the younger man’s voice. In a way, the two were siblings, arguing over the stupidest things at time for no reason at all, never really staying mad at the other. On the other hand, the two were like family. Two gay Spaniards in a town full of Frenchmen and Anglo Saxon men, They stood out like sore thumbs, but that was okay. Lastly, they were friends. Just friends, nothing more. Adriano was okay with that. He was at peace with the fact he hadn’t ever found the one man he wanted to be with. He could hear the voice of a singer he couldn’t quite place, flowing down the hallway, and he smiled. He sauntered into the room where Justin stood, leaning against the door frame. He hummed along as he walked inside, the dark blue of his eyes, swirling with the hints of sky blue.

[justin-sparks]

Justin would have to be lying if he said he wasn't more than just attracted to Adriano but he knew that could never be. Adriano was more like his brother than a lover....well...a brother that he occasionally had sex with but whatever. Justin heard his mentor humming as he made his way in the room and he glanced up happily. "Come in! Strip down and lay on the table." He said before moving over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I've missed you, Mr. Cruz." He told him with a nod.

[julian--king]

Sounds great to me. I probably will do more cardio since I lifted earlier.

[justin-sparks]

Works for me. It's cardio day anyway.

[julian--king]

And people often times work out better together than by themselves. Plus, we can shower together afterwards. [smirks]

[justin-sparks]

That actually sounds fantastic right now, my darling. So...tonight? 7 PM. Gym.

[julian--king]

Sounds like I could be able to go to the gym with you. I run pretty early so I can get it done before work.

[justin-sparks]

A gym buddy would be great, dude. I know how hard you like to work out. [He gives him a playful wink]

[julian--king]

I was so out of it this afternoon when I went. What times do you usually work out?

[justin-sparks]

I generally go for a run around 8 in the morning and then I hit the gym anywhere from 3 PM to 10 PM.

[julian--king]

Nothing beats starting a Sunday than a good workout.

[justin-sparks]

Why wasn't I invited, babe?

[ofsacrificium-deactivated201511]

Do people actually respond to that?

[justin-sparks]

Not really, no. But I was just joking anyway.

[ofsacrificium-deactivated201511]

I should really get my ass out of bed. Procrastinating isn’t doing me any good whatsoever.

[justin-sparks]

Wakey Wakey. Eggs and Bacon. 

[bitchgimmemychimi]

"The Boredom of a weekend with no plans… There’s got to be something to get into tonight…"

[justin-sparks]

"I've got something to do at my place, handsome."

[adrianodesigner]

Adriano sighed, looking at his phone for the hundredth time as he got dressed in comfortable clothing to go and meet with Justin. A massage and drinks couldn’t hurt, right? He put on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, going practically commando with a very small pair of boxer briefs that didn’t hide much on. Work lately had been stressing him out, so he decided that this was well needed and well deserved. Hopping in his Porsche, Adriano quickly drove to Justin’s home, smiling as he walked inside. “Chico?” He called out, hearing movement upstairs.

[justin-sparks]

Justin knew that Adriano wasn't exactly the easy hook-up type of guy and that's not even what Justin wanted. Justin wanted his mentor to feel relaxed...take a deep breath and just relax for a little while and take a break from his collection. Justin had bought a massage table awhile back, simply spending the money on he had because he could. He had it all set up in the master bedroom of his town house. He had a few different massage oils he was pulling out and smelling, wondering what Mr. Cruz would like the best. He heard the voice calling out from downstairs and he called out in answer, "I'm up here!" He had the table all set up and the room was lit with candles. Soft Spanish music was playing in the background. Some may see it as romantic...Justin saw it as a relaxing space.

[oliverrollason]

You can thank my father for that. I was very eager to decline inheriting the family business. I prefer to just reap the rewards whilst building something of my own. I was probably on that newspaper, actually. You’re a model, or a designer?

[justin-sparks]

Well, it is a lovely airline. You can pass on my feelings to your father. Model and designer. I've been thinking on the proposal...I always have things to say about fashion. Though, never seen myself as much of a writer.

[adrianodesigner]

<Can the designer cash that night in, tonight? From as soon as possible until the morning?>

[justin-sparks]

<The designer can do that...and Justin will give him another coupon for another one...redeemable whenever. The door is open Adriano. Come on over. I'm setting up the massage table now.>

[adrianodesigner]

<Like the drawing board, computer, computer sketch pad, and sewing machine? Yes. The designer has plenty he could be doing. Deadlines need to be met.>

<Unless Justin is suggesting something else entirely…>

[justin-sparks]

<Justin is suggesting a work free night for the designer that would include drink and a massage and no talk of work for 12 hours.>

[adrianodesigner]

<Then I don’t see why not! He just has to keep his hands off. Many of the outfits have to let the bias set.>

[justin-sparks]

<He has to keep his hands off too? Maybe the designer should keep his hands busy elsewhere.>

[adrianodesigner]

<If he can keep quiet.>

[justin-sparks]

<I'm sure he can keep his mouth shut.>

[oliverrollason]

You do?

Would that be from the newspaper, or from the airline?

[justin-sparks]

Ah...Airline. Fly it all the time. Love it...might know a bit from the paper? Some paper in New York asked me to do a fashion column a while back.