Testosterone Tops and Harlequin Bottoms Come to Me

  || Logan Sebastian Jackson Bareilles || Eighteen || Heir || Nine & Three Quarter Uncut Inches || Son of Sebastian Bareilles || Younger Twin of Jeremy Bareilles || Younger brother of Maverick & Tripp Bareilles || "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop" - Chaucer's 'Tale of Melibee' || Scholar of the Written Word and Lover of All Things Scented Sweet ||  

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trippbareilles:

“I’d choose Preston’s desserts as a more viable option than you, baby brother.” He teased, now standing daringly close to the boy. “Although I don’t approve, I must admit those shorts do look great on you.” He smirked. “I like being free to do what I want too, but the brownie points I get for actually getting my hands dirty is extravagant.” Tripp sometimes felt like the relationship he had with the twins was them trying to oneup one another for one thing or another. It was basically a game at this point – the three of them were so close, there wasn’t much that was going to separate them now. “Can’t play, no time. Too busy!” He leaned in closer as the brother continued playing with his hair.

“Meanie, though, I might pick those over most people.” Logan sighed, thinking dreamily of the desserts and the man who made them. Not too bothered by the teasing as he licked his lips and looked to the other. “I think they might actually be Jeremy,s they’re a little small. I think a maid made a mistake and put them in my dresser.” Logan remarked as he looked to the other continuing to massage his head. “I don’t need the brownie points. I get them just from being cute.” He teased as he laughed. “No, come play, you’re enjoying it and I miss you.”  Logan purred as he pulled the hand away.

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trippbareilles:

“You’re giving yourself too much credit, dear. It’s peak hours because it’s dinner time.” He chuckled, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the hands running through his hair. “I prefer being a maid over dishboy.” He shrugged. Tripp knew Logan didn’t really understand why he was even working at the hotel. Tripp could barely describe it himself, but he wanted to look useful to his father. Especially if he was going to take over one day. “I’d much rather be playing than at work. Especially with you two.” His lips pressed together, a smirk forming.

“No, its totally me...or Preston’s dessert though.” Logan offered as he liked how easy his brother melted in his arms, pressing into the taller boy, nuzzling close and scratching the other’s scalp a little. “I guess. I lik being free to do what I want, like go for a swim or be with my brother.” He said as he licked his bottom lip. Logan just didn’t get it, as the youngest he didn’t understand some pressure his older brothers felt, too used to be coddled. “Then come play with me?” He offered.

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bystrom:

   Actually, that didn’t cross his mind. Jet’s brow furrowed, eyes narrow, as he smiled and shook his head. At least the kid said he could defend himself. He would certainly get looks, if nothing else. “Well, with what you’re advertising, you just may get what you’re after.” He had no idea if he was a guest or worked at the hotel, but it seemed odd that an employee would walk around the grounds in booty shorts – either way, he wasn’t one to complain.

“That could be the hope, though, are you offering?” Logan asked as he watched the other and could see him all done up. Logan was a mix of guest and not quite a guest as  this was his father’s hotel and while he didn’t really have a job to do , he never left and the staff all knew him. So, he was a weird in between. “I’m Logan by the way yourself?” he asked, purposefully leaving out his last name this time.

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chefxcollins:

Everything here is mine. God, he hated how entitled the other was. It wasn’t something he minded normally - the other was obviously the boss’ son - but everything he made was to be sent out to the dining room floor, not to be stolen and taste-tested by privileged men. It was ridiculous, really, but Preston tried to keep his cool. “Next time refrain from touching anything that isn’t finished and if you want something, you order it like anyone else,” Preston stated. His desserts were always perfect, but they were always perfect because he took his time and put his energy into them. He absolutely hated it when his efforts were wasted because someone decided to sneak a taste of batter or icing before it was a finished product. Releasing the grip on the other’s wrist, Preston inhaled softly before he nodded. “I can make Passion Fruit Meringue Tart, Passion Fruit Crumble, or even a Strawberry Passion Fruit Sables.”

In all honesty, Logan was more than a bit of a brat. As the youngest brother he was using to being spoiled rotten and while he wasn’t that bad he did sometimes get a little out of hand, even more so when he saw something he wanted and couldn’t seem to have - Preston. Logan was used to men falling all over him but Preston was different and that sort of made him more desirable, that and his passion for something that also interested Logan in cooking and baking. “I was going to, but you guys are closed for the next two hours to prep or whatever, or at least that’s what Brian told me, but he could be lying, he’s upset I won’t sleep with him.” Logan informed as he watched the other, sad for the loss of contact though the desserts sound delightful. “Dealers choice? Can I please get one of those and then...something else, best of the kitchen? What you want to eat most?” He suggested. “Can I watch you work?”

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chefxcollins:

Blood began to boil underneath his skin and Preston had to stop himself from licking his chops. Now, normally, Preston was an easy-going guy but when it came to his sweets? All hell broke loose when messed with. And he certainly didn’t like how the Bareilles boys all thought that they could steal a taste because their father owned the hotel. It didn’t work like that. Reaching over, Preston’s large hand encircled Logan’s wrist. “How many times have I told you not to do that? This isn’t your personal candy store. This is a work space. This is my work space. And your being here, half-naked, doesn’t help the creative process, nor does it help when you take what isn’t yours.”

When a large hand took hold of his wrist well, the young male’s heart stuttered. Ever since Preston Collins had arrived and started working at the hotel, Logan had been enamored by the blond male. Not only was he just Logan’s type so to speak he dealt with one of Logan’s favorite things, food and even more so - sweets. Logan’s three loves were sex, food and classics, not in that order but there. So, Logan had had Preston on the mind quite often and found himself indulging in his desserts and sneaking into his kitchen. “Forty?” He guess unsure how many times Logan had been chastised. “Everything here is mine, though you’re right I guess. Sorry? - Though, do you think you can make me something? That tasted really good and I bet the dessert it goes with will be good to. Or maybe something with Passion fruit?” He added. Trying to play it up sweet. Not at all upset that the other still clutched his wrist.

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trippbareilles:

“That’s exactly my point. I need you boys to have at least a little decency while this place is in its peak hours.” Tripp chastised. He enjoyed giving his brothers a hard time, and he thought he knew best .This place was hardly the kind of establishment to be concerned about how short one’s shorts are. “Well, I’m rather busy right now. I’ve barely even cleaned any rooms today, little hungover and slow moving. I shouldn’t have time for anyone, even my baby bro.” He smiled lightly, returning a small pout.

“I’m sure Jeremy is off being a good little boy without me dragging him into trouble.” Logan reminded, it was true, his twin always seemed okay unless he was under Logan’s influence. “Maybe its peak hours because people are staring at my perky ass and oogling my dick?” Logan suggested as he looked to the blonde reaching up ad running his hands through bleached locks. “Tsk, maybe you should just quit and come play with me and Jeremy instead? You don’t need to work though...I bet you like being a maid, we always knew just what the maids get huh Tripp?” He teased.

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bystrom:

   “All I meant was dressing like that may encourage others to try taking advantage of you.”

Logan just grinned, he couldn’t help himself. “Maybe I can hold me own? I know Judo though...Did you ever think Sir, maybe I want to be taken advantage?” Logan offered with his prettiest of smiles curious as to what the handsome strangers response would be to that - Logan was.pretty sure he was a guest and not someone who worked for his father.

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trippbareilles:

“No, you just can’t. It makes us look bad. Everyone knows who you are, dummy. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“How am I making a fool of myself? I look good, do you know how many people offered to suck me off between getting over here from my room; ten. I turned ‘em all down with promises of later though because I wanted to go find my big brother.” The brunet said with a smile as he stepped closer and leaned against Tripp. “or are you too busy cleaning up to have time for your baby brother?” He asked, pouting and pressing out his bottom lip.

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xjasperxcollinsx:

Like father like son, was all Jasper could think as he looked Logan over. Really he shouldn’t be surprised, the Bareilles men seemed to have an aversion to clothing, but booty shorts? They were a bit… much. “It’s– indecent,” Jasper offered, struggling to find the right word, as he used all of his strength to look anywhere but the young man’s ridiculously small, and form fitting, shorts.

“Why? I mean, I could just walk around naked. This place is sort of a beacon for that, at least I’ve got something covering up a little even though it is strained, do you think it looks tight Mister Collins?” Logan asked a saccharine grin on his face as he took in just how hard Jasper was trying to not look at his crotch which made Logan want him to look at it all the more. The Collins men were some of his favorite workers here and Logan adored teasing them almost as much as he liked pleasing them. “Besides, could I ever really be indecent?” Logan asked, fluttering his eyelashes on the angelic face hat while hot certainly didn't fit the youngest Bareilles mischievous personality too well.

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chefxcollins:

“Because this is a kitchen. Now leave before I find a  pubic hair in my frosting and make you regret it.

Logan actually laughed at the other’s response. “Preston, you and I both know I haven’t had any fair below my neckline since I turned sixteen.” The brunet hummed as he looked at the other. “Besides, there is nothing you could do that would ever make me regret being around you and you delicious sweets.” Logan said picking up a spoon from the tasting rack, dipping it into the frosting bowl and slipping it into his mouth. He’d learned far long ago unless prompted if he used just his finger to taste he might end up loosing said finger - thus he adapted.

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achillesxrogers:

Achilles smiled at the other as he took his hand, noting the firm shake. They both were watching each other. Perhaps Achilles could read Logan just as wells as Logan could read him. But there was more to the story of Logan, despite what the small shorts gave away. “Was my mom’s as well. She’s a professor of ancient studies at Harvard. The name gives big shoes to fill, but I think I’ve filled them out alright,” Achilles dropped the other’s hand. “Youngest and best, eh?” A chuckled left the tall blonde. “I can’t wait to see the rest of you if this is the best. Good genes in your family, if you are any evidence…” Achilles gladly took in the views Logan was giving him as he grabbed his bulge and slapped his ass, the sound of it making Achilles stir a little. “They look great, but I’m sure whats underneath would be a lot more alluring.” Achilles looked up again. “Are you busy right now?”

Logan appreciated Achilles smile, it was confident, assured, has this lazy yet overwhelming feeling of a winner. “Is she really? Well, maybe some other time we can talk ancient studies more, its always been a favorite study of mine the Greeks knew quite a bit but the Persians really knew how to weave a tale as well, do you know of them as well fair Achilles?” Logan asked, enjoying the conversation farther more than he expected. Maybe this blonde might be better than just a hot body and someone Logan could converse with more as well as ride until they both blacked out or something equally as pleasurable. “I’d say you more than do - you could have replaced Brad Pitt in the movie, easily.” Logan affirmed as he let the other drop his hand and chuckled. “Yes, really, we’re all quite eye catching from Papa all the way to little ole’ me.” The brunt hummed as the other offered him just what Logan wanted. “Nope, free as a bird.” He told popping the p and curios what Achilles response would be if he would carry him away like he had made allusions to earlier.

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Hottest guys you have seen around so far?

Oh now, Nonnie, that just isn’t fair at all. I mean,this place sort of has rules against ugly - I’m ninety percent sure my Dad and Papa request head shots and stuff before you’re even allowed to make a reservation here - but if I had to start choosing people, well..

I’ve started talking with this Achilles guy and well, I’m swooning. He’s got everything I want at the end of the night, big, buff and blonde. I want to climb that man like a damn tree and let him have his wicked way with me. Speaking of big and blond - 

Those Collins brothers. Hot damn. I might be at my happiest caught between them face buried in Jasper’s whipped cream filled snatch while Preston’s got that thick, meaty pole smashing my prostate like woah. 

Don’t even get me started on the people closest to me. Tripp in his maid uniform? My cock is aching. Mav is the best, kinkiest, love dressing myself up in panties as he fucks me over the counter next to guests checking in whilst a cock sleeve just milks my dick until I black out and well, my twin is my everything - Plus Daddy and Papa, nothing makes me have a better sleep then working together with Daddy to suck Papa off and we kiss over his dick and once he cums we can kiss and share his jizz, Daddy always taught me sharing is caring. 

There are plenty of guests I haven’t met or spoken with yet and I bet they’re all smokin to!

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achillesxrogers:

“Good, neither am I,” Achilles beamed at the other, licking his lips idly. He turned fully towards Logan. “I’m Achilles Rogers. It’s a pleasure. I assume you’re Sebastian’s son?” Achilles raised an eyebrow, extending a hand, unable to shake the formal training his family has instilled in him. When Logan answered him he stood stunned and impressed for a second, having a thought of just doing it. Picking this boy up and taking him to bed. He’d seen similar courting rituals around the hotel several times. “Don’t tempt me, Logan,” Achilles leaned in slightly, giving the other a wink. “Especially when you’re a squat away from ripping that thing right off.” 

“Well, then I think we’ll get along just fine Achilles. I like it, named for one of my favorite Greeks.” Logan hummed noting the licks, the subtle adjustments that Achilles was making. Logan from a young age growing up here had learned well to read body language and make a near art of it. He could tell what Achilles wanted from him and Logan wanted it to. “Yes, his youngest and best.” Logan joked, he loved all his brothers and considered them all to be equal. Taking the hand he shook it with a firm grip. “Why not? Tempting is sort of what I do,.” Logan admitted with a laugh as heard the other’s comment. “Yeah, I don’t think they’re mine...Found ‘em in my drawer but they’re a bit small here,” Logan said grabbing his bulge and then back and smacking his own ass. “and here.” He told. “My twin brother isn’t as well endowed, but they look good on me, don’t they Achilles?” He cooed.

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cutestbareilles:

“Well then someone got it wrong, ‘cause i’m pretty sure those are mine.” Jeremy insisted, looking back at his twin for a moment, before eyeing back down on his shorts. “It’s just gonna be dickhead, until I got proof those are yours.” he smiled playfully.

“Well, if they did its not my fault. What do you want them back or something?” Logan asked as he watched his twin eye up his package and ass. The little slut, Logan loved him. “What proof is going to settle it?” Logan asked as he looked to the other now and met his eyes, waiting for an answer to see just what game Jeremy was going for today.

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achillesxrogers:

“Is that in the rulebook?” Achilles tilted his head, shamelessly taking the other in. Damn these Bareilles boys. The blonde chuckled, looking the other in the face after a moment. “I’d just be careful, some guys around here look like the ‘throw you over the shoulder and drag you back to their cave’ type.”

“Nah, besides, I’m not really a rule book kind of guy handsome, I’m Logan by the way, Logan Bareilles? Yourself?.” Logan purred as he took in the blonde loving how shamelessly the other let  those bright blues trail over him. “I might like it if they did.” Logan hinted as he let his own eyes trail over the blond and well, shit. He was one of Logan’s favorite types, big, blonde and gorgeous. Scandinavian. Logan could not wait to climb him like a damn tree.

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papabareilles:

“Because this is an actual business and not your hooking ground.” Sebastian replied pointedly, shaking his head while a patented ‘Dad Sigh’ burst from his lips. He took a few steps, essentially prowing around his son. “Though, I must admit they look good on you.”

“Excuse you, I am not a hooker Papa. I don’t charge people.” Logan said not denying that he got around because, he did. The youngest Bareilles was all about pleasure be it carnal or any other kind. Enjoying the predatory way his father circled him, soaking in the praise. “You think so?” He asked stepping in closer himself, grinning at his father.