free spirit

"He was born of fire, of unhampered desire; strong as stone he’s as lovely as the ash that coats the devil’s tongue”  Nicolás May . 30 . escort 

[nadawilson-blog]

Music could be heard from all around as Nada entered the club that she had found herself frequenting more regularly since her fight with her husband. The party was in full swing as she made her way through the dancing crowd toward the bar for a drink. “One vodka martini please” 

[nicolasxmay]

Nico had been on the dance floor for the majority of his time since he’d gotten to the club. After all, it was not every night that he didn’t have to concern himself with looking around to fish for potential clients or be worried about work. Tonight, he decided to let loose and have fun, which also meant dancing his ass off and therefore having to slip into one of the stools at the bar for some needed rehydration. “Make that two; extra olives for me” he requests before nodding his head at the female as a way of greeting “Just starting the night?” he inquires

[nicolasxmay]

[crmincls]

damien had spent an interesting night with the other male, and it was still on his mind when he stopped at the bar to order a drink, losing any pick up lines because they were already free. “the real question is, are you really a saint?” he found himself teasing the nearest man in white. // @nicolasxmay

[nicolasxmay]

nico was fairly distracted while sitting at the bar and he blames it all on the free booze and the atmosphere. if he was working, he would definitely not be fumbling with the olives on the bottom of his martini glass, but that's where the fun part of the party is -- he doesn't need to be on his best behavior, (whatever that means) it's simple fun. he looks at the male that addresses him with an instant smile. the mask does nothing to cover the man's identity (in fact, nico can probably recognize 90 percent of the people at that party despite their masks). he lets out a chuckle, of course. there is definitely nothing chaste about him. "I am proud to say that there is nothing holy in me, it's just 6 feet of pure sin. but you already know that" he concludes before popping an olive in his mouth. "I feel like we exchanged roles for the night. are you having fun?"

[nicolasxmay]

charlotte-dupree‌:

She laughs along with him, realizing how dumb she must have sounded. Charlotte definitely felt his eyes wander, and her eyes scanned him as well until he wrapped his arms around her. Giving him a hug, she could smell the scent that she had remembered from before. Pulling away just a bit, but keeping her hands around his neck, she furrowed her brows at his comment. “Thank you? Does that make you the big bad wolf?” The blonde teases him before giggling at his other comment. “I though Las Vegas was Sin City?” She tilts her head, raising a brow at his words before it clicks when he shares that he works here. “Ohhh, I see. Well, you do have beautiful eyes, Nicolas.” 

“You’re welcome,” he followed through with the goofiest smile he could muster while resting his hands on her waist once she doesn’t break contact completely “or the tall, handsome hunter,” he continues “it really depends on what role you’d see me fit the best,” he says, teasing her back. he remembers her being easy to talk to, like now, so that would have explained why they got along so well when they worked together, years back. it was always simple to adjust to her and have her agree without any egos ever being in the middle. “spend a few more weeks here and you’ll change your mind.” he nods simply, giving her a toothy grin after “thank you, Charlotte. does that mean you’re gonna be the one dragging me out or was that just an innocent compliment?”

[nicolasxmay]

daisymhqs‌:

𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔩𝔶, 𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 that nicolàs was right. things were definitely bad when she can’t sass him without whining. rolling her eyes at him, she knew that he would catch on. he was pretty smart, and definitely a good friend too. turning her head, she looked at nicolàs who said he would make an awesome soup for the sick and she laughed softly. ❝ you- you really don’t have to, babe, ❞ daisy spoke, but thankful nonetheless as she looked at him folding his arms over his chest. i’m kidding, i bought chicken soup on my way here. i went to the diner and they told me you were sick, so i thought it would be a good idea. as she kept her eyes locked with his face, the expressions on her face softened. ❝ thank you, ❞ she spoke, her voice soft and quiet, definitely something that it usually wasn’t, ❝ it was a good idea. ❞

𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 chairs and pulled it over, closer to the bed she was on, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip as he spoke about how people had to be smart to be doctors. ❝ aw, come on, nicolàs. you are not an opportunity missed. i think you can do whatever you put your heart and mind to. even if that’s becoming the hottest doctor, ❞ she said and sent him a quick and playful wink. when he took the thermometer, daisy waited to hear how high or low it was. you won’t die. change into the shirt while i go get the chicken soup, we need to feed you before you can take the meds. nodding her head, daisy pushed herself up from the bed and her legs felt wobbly almost. she laughed and nodded in agreement to what he said about her having to have saved a whole country in her previous life. ❝ oh definitely. i probably saved the whole universe, ❞ she said and laughed when he gave her a gentle pat on the head, making sure to ruffle her hair slightly before heading into the kitchen. taking a deep breath, daisy changed and put the shirt that nicolàs had brought with him. 

Nico is generally good at taking compliments, but he has his reservations when it comes to some of his potentials. sure, he is thrilled to hear her say he would be able to do anything he’d want to, but he is definitely not agreeing with that. maybe if he’d done some things differently back when he was younger. he never really liked high school that much; he doesn’t know if he was a bit dumb or if he just didn’t want to put in the effort because he thought it wouldn’t take him far -- it’s a mystery and one he’d rather not delve into. there’s enough ‘what if’s’ in his life already, for him to go out to get some more. 

“I can play one very well though. give me some scrubs and a stethoscope and it’s a party,” he says playfully once he is back with two containers and two spoons in hand. it’s way too early for that kind of breakfast, but Nico’s stomach is a devilish thing that will swallow everything at any given time, so of course, he got himself some chicken soup as well. 

He sits on the chair next to her bed, places one of the containers on the bedside table and hands her hers along with the spoon. “can the sickly baby eat on her own or should I feed you? you’re the patient, you get to call out the shots for a day.” he says, grinning at her. 

[nicolasxmay]

cfdangers·:

“i guess it was an assumption.” he all but grumbled, because  damien was off his game, and he really didn’t know how else to respond. but he wasn’t trying to leave the other’s company either. damien ran a hand through his hair, and shook his head a little, trying to clear the nerves he had somehow developed. “i’ll let you know how my perspective of your ‘kinda safe’ at the end of the night then.” he agreed, though he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it, he was going to go along with it. “club soda?” but he didn’t say anything else, “rum and coke, because a basic drink always pleases.” 

Nico is fine with the agreement they have and he’s not about to press any more on the matter of what is being assumed right or wrong; after all, a simple assumption was what got them where they are in the first place. Nico understands the tone in the other’s question so he hums for a moment before turning to the bartender to ask for the drink and allow a small silence to wash over them before he turns towards the younger. “club soda.” he confirms, confidently “I never drink before work; only if I’m picked up and my company wants to share a glass of something stronger. and since no one gave me work to do -- yet -- It’s just me and my club soda,” he muses before reaching out for the glass the bartender sets on the counter, giving it to the other. “why, would you like to change my drink order?”

[nicolasxmay]

vltnvictor‌:

Victor tried to speak once, twice, three times, four and five and six times, but Nico wouldn’t stop talking, just saying one things after the other till the point Victor would just kept his cooking going while Nico was yet saying something, he was paying attention to him, whenever the cooking wasn’t having that attention. It was quite funny to listen to him, Nico and Victor were two opposite sides of the same coin, Nico was a people’s man, who wouldn’t mind having any type of food that would make him feel full and would have to work his ways to have money, meanwhile, Victor was quite rich, a graduated chef, owner of a nice and classic restaurant, and an emotional mess that had no skills dealing with people. But there they were, living the rest of the time they still had left as fake boyfriends. And when Nico finally finished talking, Victor looked at him with maybe a sarcastic side eye. “━ You finished?” He asked. “━ I mean, Jesus… what a monologue.” Victor raised both his brows. “━ But, I honestly will try not to feel dirty that you compared gourmet food, with people’s dicks. And just to let you know… I’ve seen guys with small dicks doing things that almost nobody else did.” He nodded towards him and turned his back, facing the oven again and keep the cooking going. “━ Also, nobody eats just half an egg and bacon for breakfast, I have other stuff here too, so be quiet or the rest of this bread you just ate, will go into your throat with anger.” He was being sarcastic, but even with that he couldn’t avoid the short grin to his face. Those were the kind of arguing that would make Victor feel more like a normal guy, specially followed by the puppy eyes and easy talk Nico was maing to his face right now. Victor would play the angry boy and just pretend not to see those eyes. “━ Next time I’ll have the starve him to death one, for sure!” He tried to teased him but at that point Nico already had access to his neck, and Vic would get chills with those kisses. “ ━ I’m feeling… inspired.” He giggled. “━ Maybe a little horny while inspired, but I’d very much like if you don’t get me burning our food with those kisses, sir.”

Nico can only scrunch his nose everything else Victor says and it’s probably funny because he doesn’t hide the fact that he disagrees, nor the fact that he’s seen things that could prove those wrong. in fact, Nico has more stories that start with ‘there was this one time when --’ than anyone else could care to listen to. Nico is also a chatterbox, that much is set on stone, but mostly when he wants to be right about things, which it’s his excuse for how passionate he is about being as argumentative as he can when he is allowed to. He knows Victor, he’s not the kind to snap his fingers and tell him to shut up nor is he the type of guy who doesn’t even care about the sound of Nico’s voice unless it’s to moan his name. “Yeah well, there are other things that can go into my throat with anger later if you’re still feeling frustrated with how right I am about the points I made,” he says, smiling slightly against the man’s neck.  “Oh good. I’m inspired too,” clearly so, inspired in being as distracting as he possibly can, running both hands down Victor’s back and resting them on his waist. his fingers play under his shirt, running through the waistband of his shorts casually. “look at this as a challenge; pressure to cook the perfect breakfast under dire conditions and with an impatient and starving customer hoping for you to do your best without burning down the house.”

[nicolasxmay]

latinoinamerica‌:

Whenever he had some time to watch the strippers, and saw one of them using the pole, doing some movements that were more risky, he always got so impressed because he wouldn’t be able to do that, not even in a million years, he was not flexible like they were, but maybe they were able to do that because they trained and learned with professionals. “Maybe if you try to learn with a pro, you will be able to, unless you don’t think you could ever be that flexible,” he thought that every strippers could do something like that before he started to work on the club, since he didn’t really go to strip clubs before, so he didn’t know exactly how it was. He never thought that it was fun to watch a girl getting naked and not being able to touch them, he also never found fun paying for sex, he wanted to sleep with people that wanted him, not because he paid. “You have too much faith in me, but I don’t know if I really would be able to, amigo,” he let out a small laugh. “Oh, yeah, definitely, I would just start laughing nervously.”

Enrique had a really hard time to accept compliments, normal people would just say thank you, but he never knew what to say when someone complimented him, because a lot of times he didn’t agree with them, and couldn’t really see himself like they saw him. It was why when the other started complimenting him, he didn’t know what to say. “I mean, I guess I’m not ugly, but there are more attractive guys around here,” he felt inferior a lot of times, because of that, at least when it came to his beauty anyway. “I can dance, I have a dance studio after all, but not like that, trust me, hombre, I’m a totally lost cause.”

Nico watched the bartender with curious eyes while considering his words. honestly, he never thought about learning those party tricks, as Nico would call them. pole dancing is all fun and games, but he’s not all that interested in putting up that kind of show. in fact, he’s very okay with the bare minimum. “I’m not going to stripper school now, Enrique,” he chuckles “I am pretty darn flexible actually, but I’m not interested in being that flexible, I’m pretty sure that splitting both legs apart until your balls touch the floor is not on my bucket list. I’m fine with being able to give a nice private strip show and pretty darn good lapdance. let’s leave it on that level.”

Nico raises his eyebrows impossibly high at everything that comes out of Enrique’s mouth after that. he can’t believe he still needs to chastise him for not knowing how to eat up all the compliments he gets and have them touch his ego just slightly. “I am offended for you,” he blurts out, sounding genuinely offended in his tone as well “I was not asking for your opinion, I was stating facts. you are beautiful, do we need to get you glasses? sí, eres un caso perdido ¿qué voy a hacer de ti?”

[nicolasxmay]

latinoinamerica‌:

“Yes, you are a very attractive guy,” he let out a small laugh, he was never someone that had fragile mascunility, so he could admit when a guy was attractive. He didn’t think like some guys did, that if a man finds another attractive, it means that they are into guys, there was a difference between finding a guy handsome and wanting to jump on them, that was what those guys didn’t understand, that was the so called toxic masculinity, “I’m latino too, but I don’t think that I would be able to do the same that you did, honestly I don’t know if I can do those sexy dances that strippers do,” he could dance, he was amazing at it, he got the talent from his dad, after all, his family owned a succesful dance studio, but it was definitely not that kind of dance, it was mostly hip hop, salsa, tango. His ex told him that she found so attractive when he danced, but it was hip hop moves. “I honestly wouldn’t be able to do it not even if I danced to a song that was made for that,” it was why he never tried to seduce a woman by stripping. “No one, I definitely don’t think is a good idea to strip to anyone, I wouldn’t be able to seduce them, the opposite would happen actually, if I tried to strip for a woman, it would be a big turn off, they would run away.”

“Thank you!” he blurted out as if he needed to have it confirmed in order for all that story to make sense. he didn’t, of course, he’s constantly reminded of that, but pulling it out of people doesn’t hurt either. knowing the bartender, Nico knew he wasn’t offending him in any way (thank god for one straight guy raised right). “I mean, I can’t pull my leg over my head and flip myself upside down on a pole either!” he started, “let’s let the real strippers do the impressive work. but I can’t believe you can’t dance sexily, point number one, but I do believe you can’t dance sexily and take your clothes off at the same time. not for lack of talent, I’m sure there’s plenty in you, but because you lack the confidence. huh,” he lets out, the interjection sounding curious more than anything “you probably break character before you even take off your shirt and then it all goes downhill. am I right or am I right?” he inquired even though he’s pretty sure he’s quite on point with what he said.

“you’re attractive too, I’m sure you know that,” he says, raising both eyebrows at the other “you're more of a dancer than a bartender, I bet on it, and I’m not saying you’re a bad bartender, just listing your talents in order -- pretty sure you move your body better than you do the shaker. I mean, even though you play for the boring team, I have eyes, a guy knows what’s up. also, I’m also not encouraging you to be a stripper although that would be fun to watch. I’m pretty sure no girl would run away screaming if you swayed your hips and took your clothes off. Give yourself a bit more credit, ‘kay?”

[nicolasxmay]

vltnvictor‌:

Many times he head people saying how weird his behavior was, Victor wasn’t a very social kind of guy, crowded places give him anxiety, and even him being friendly to everyone almost all the time, he doesn’t have ‘meet new people’ as one of his favorite things to do. Still, Victor had his qualities. Something very much present in his personality besides the friendly side, is how dramatic and maybe a little needy he could be, whenever he would feel alone and frustrated, he would try to go out and maybe meet someone, hook up, fall in love, get married and whatever, but he wasn’t good in social so he couldn’t do that, it was easier to ust hire an escort, and they were the people who would be more surprised about Victor than any other, he wouldn’t treat them like a casual sex and nothing else, he would be very clear that he wanted more than that, for at least the time he was paying, he wanted attention, wanted someone to listen to him, hug him, cuddle him, kiss him, have sex and share some laughs, like a boyfriend for rent. 

“━ He’s one of the few living things who hasn’t been eaten by you yet.” Victor replied to Nico’s question about the damn pig, it didn’t actually had anything special about it, it was just an epensive pig with expensive meat. “━ I mean… not sure how alive this fella still is, but… yah.” He shrugged and went back to focus his attention on the cooking. That was his talent, almost like the delicate hands of Picasso doing his paitings, that was Victor with his cooking, making a masterpiece after the other. “━ Good food isn’t about quantity, is about quality. Bad food you need to eat like a fucking horse to have the right amount of proteins and carbohydrates that your body need, good food on the other hand, you can eat smaller portions cause they are already filled with those things and you don’t feel the need o more and more once each fourty minutes.” Vic grinned, leavin the bacon to grill a little more and opening the fridge to get some water. “━ How you feeling?”

Nico decided that Victor was a weirdo a long time ago. not because of his preferences when it comes to what he wants others to play out for him, not because he likes kisses and cuddles instead of wall-banging wild sex (although that makes the cut most of the times too), but because he tries to reason with Nico -- a pig himself -- that all good food comes in gourmet portions. “uh-uh, exceptions! all exceptions.” he raises one finger up, maybe a little over-excited and smacks the table once, playfully “that’s bullshit. you ain’t telling me that good things come in small portions because I digress -- it’s not 100% accurate. would you prefer a two-inch long dick over a six-inch one? small portion. you remain hungry.” he babbles, fast enough that there is no time for any other input to be thrown into the middle of his analogy “good food is cooked well, with great products, bad food is cooked badly and sometimes with bad products. trust me, I think it’s very artistic and pretty and good as fuck, but if you serve me half an egg and the crust of a prized pig, I am going to gnaw on you right after. pour that water into a cup and then some onto a tablespoon. drink the one on the tablespoon and tell me you won’t be thirsty two hours later. has the same minerals.” he raises both his brows, batting his eyelashes for a moment before reaching for the piece of bread peeking from a bag and ripping a piece to shove into his mouth.

he slides off of the stool he’s been on, munching on his bread before meeting Victor on the other side of the kitchen island and giving him his best puppy eyes before slithering behind him. “you have purchased the soft boy package for the day, sir, not the starve him to death one. it needs carbs and coffee and grease and all things that may clog arteries to get him into peak condition again, if you plan on using him again that is” he says, slipping a finger on the collar of the man’s shirt, pulling slightly to expose the back of Victor’s neck and allow Nico to pepper a line of kisses along the edge. “Besides hungry? I’m feeling good. How are you feeling?”

[nicolasxmay]

daniclmendoza‌:

danny tried to hide the surprise that wrapped itself snugly around him. he hadn’t, though, he should have anticipated that the other would eventually cross the threshold and joined him. that’s what all of this had been boiling to, the second his towel hand come back off. perhaps, it had been the same one where he’d let his eyes take in the male’s pristine physique. anyone was full of shit if they disagreed with danny. he was a work of art– a real modern day david. michelangelo would have had his work cut out for him while having a field day. “mother earth will send her thanks later…” or maybe, that’d be where he came in and he would be showing his gratitude on her behalf. the guy’s height became increasingly obvious to him. as though it wasn’t already, the proximity did wonders. it had danny’s heart in his throat. there was something about the male that had him off his game. he both intimidated and invited him. then again, that could all be a part of angle– what had someone generally stiff as a board soberly crumbling. granted, that’s not something danny would ever admit aloud. it wasn’t necessary.

his gaze traveled to the hand on him. suddenly, he was desperate to have it everywhere. rarely, a man had like this– practically milk in their palms. but the second he’d gotten one look at him, things were over. danny questioned himself as to why the hell he hadn’t seen him before either, perhaps, he was just saving the best for last. not that he was knocking anyone that he’d been intrigued by before. they were all different and special in their own right. again, whatever drew him towards the taller male was different and it challenged the very fabric of he was. “only monday, wednesday and thursdays?” his smile was almost childlike mimicking the other’s playful demeanor. “i think I can work with that,” he shrugged, his voice a betrayal of guarded sincerity. he genuinely didn’t hate the idea of seeing him again. or often. danny’s airway seemed to have closed up begrudgingly causing him to swallow hard. was he obvious? fuck. rather than responding to anything else vocally, he shook his nerves. the fact that he even had any made him want to bang his head against the wall. why was this so different? without the glow of drugs and alcohol, it was like his hands stopped working. danny didn’t know where they even went. uncertainly, they rested on his mid-back, bringing his face down for a kiss. his actions were testing at first. but his confidence grew and with that, he deepened it. his tongue swept out in need for more. he needed it all.

he feels like he didn’t have the time to properly admire the man standing in front of him before he invaded his personal space, so he takes a moment to do so because he’s like a child who can’t see without touch. hence, the moment his fingertips start exploring, he feels like there is much more clarity. Nico likes games like the one they are playing; he likes the thrill and his body’s reaction to the closeness, the shift in the man’s tone -- whether it be nervousness or pure desire, it fuels him all the same. he nods to their attempted agreement of sorts, whispers a soft ‘good’ that he isn’t sure the other hears or not. in his defense, Nico is too busy tracing the contour of the man’s lips with his eyes to bother raising his voice. he rides that wave of unspoken desire alongside the man whose arm he’d been trailing with his fingers, wondering how it would be to map his body in equal detail.

he is instinctively drawn closer when he feels the hands on his back and he tilts his head with a soft smirk still playing on his lips before they are kissed. he leaves one arm still around the man’s shoulders, his other hand, however, slides up the back of his neck and buries itself in the man’s hair, tugging it gently. they are chest to chest and it’s hard to find any space left between the two mostly because Nico doesn’t think there should be any in the first place. Nico fits his lips with the other’s, inhaling deeply as he does so if only to display equal excitement when the man deepens the kiss. his chest feels hot and a shiver runs up his spine. the contradictory sensations overlapping in the moment contrast with increasing excitement, palpable in the way he follows up to the kiss and to how his body is starting to react to it. so he parts his lips, welcoming the tongue sweeping at them.

[vltnvictor]

[ closed starter for @nicolasxmay ]

   Early mornings were not Victor’s favorite time of the day to wake up and start doing things, specially when he wasn’t alone there. That was a great cuddle he was having, Nico’s body was warm, his breathing was so calm, his skin was soft and he had his arms around Vic almost like ready to keep him safe from the world, it felt so good. Almost like Marco used to do. “━ No, don’t say that again.” He whispered to himself. The memories of his ex was yet fresh in his mind, he tried to keep that away from him but sometimes it would just come, it didn’t meant he missed him, just that he missed that cuddle. As he finally forced himself up, the morning cold hit him, he was wearing his boxers and a white tight shirt so there wasn’t much clothing to wam him up, under the blankets was perfect, out of it was North pole. He made his way to the kitchen of the apartment slowly and started making breakfast, something light and tasty for the both of them, while putting some nice Queen music in the background just to help his cooking vibe. From the kitchen he could see his bedroom in the back, and he noticed the moment when Nico looked like waking up. “━ Morning, pal!” He gave it a light grin. “━ You like eggs and bacon, right? And I’m using special bacon so I hope you do.”

[nicolasxmay]

staying the night is not ‘standard procedure’ for Nico. not for any particular reason other than the fact that those who book him generally want him to leave after sex -- an unspoken rule, of course, he was never kicked out or told to leave, it’s just a thing. Nico is an escort, not their boyfriend, he’s momentary relief, good sex, a fun fantasy, a nice moment; but that’s it -- a moment. of course that given his line of work, he has all kinds of clients with all kinds of requests and while some make him want to count to ten and hope for the best, most of them are very nice to deal with. see the subject in question -- victor valentine: gorgeous -- god himself cried over that masterpiece; pretty smile, gentle and soft; cuddle monster with a devious smirk and most importantly: he cooks. and that’s exactly what wakes Nico up. like a dog, his nose picks up the smell of something delicious and his legs kick slightly, he peeks with one eye to allow his brain to process where he is. he sits up and rubs his eyes first, running his fingers through his hair to comb it back before raising a hand at the greeting, leaning sideways and allowing himself to dramatically fall against the mattress once more.

he can still see Victor from where he’s laying albeit sideways. he thinks breakfast is definitely a great bonus, he should expand his list of chef customers just to get well fed. “why is the pig special?” he asks from the bedroom. his voice is still raspy from the lack of use, but he’ll get there. Nico rolls over then, dragging the sheets with him as he looks for his boxers -- that casually landed on the other side of the bedroom. he slips into them and walks out of the bedroom, directly into the kitchen where he casually passes behind Victor, slapping his ass in the process “mornin’” he sits across from him, watching the man work his magic. “I like everything. just make sure you make enough to feed a small army because I’m starving”

[nicolasxmay]

marcodcluca·:

another quizzical eyebrow was given. “i am one million percent serious,” marco affirmed for good measure as if he needed to let the words sink in more. the shit-eating grin was more than enough to egg him on. god he loved spending time with people like nico – ready for anything and everything, not wasting their time with trivial shit. his gaze quickly averted around the room, scanning their surroundings.  “uuuuhhhhhhhh,” he tutted momentarily, tying to find the right words. “i dance like a white frat boy. but that won’t matter to, like… anyone. given the fact that, you know…” a dismissive hand wave over his body was given, figuring the obvious was well stated. “i’ll strip down to my boxer briefs and my socks, because my feet are not touching the counter.” a quick pause. “also, my boxer briefs may or may not be captain america themed.” another quick pause. “wait you said i should leave my pants on?” he pondered on that momentarily before shrugging it off. “you’re the master here, so…” running his fingers through his hair, he cocked his head around. “yeah, we can go with that or like… a paragliding date or… yeah, paragliding sounds great. a kiss is also great. okay, let’s do this.”

to say Nico is excited would be an understatement. the tequila paved the way, but the prospect of having fun at marco’s expense plus the stripping bonus is doing it for him. “iconic. I am writing about this on my journal,” he jokes, tapping the edge of the table for added dramatics. “I’ll let you know if you need classes later. a man needs some moves. but yeah, I guess the package is worth it, there’s too much for them to be distracted with.” he agrees. Nico looks around, planning everything in his head already. he’s pretty sure everyone’s going to be game with the two crazy guys plus the place is packed, it’s guaranteed success. “wait, what?” he snaps his head fast, looking back at marco and processing his words while trying to hold his laughter. “that changes everything we gotta salute Cap. alright, pants off it is, we all wanna see where the vibranium shield is anyway.” he chuckles before getting up, motioning to marco to follow him “paragliding date is like... fifth date material, marco, people don’t hook themselves onto a guy and throw themselves out of a cliff to fly on the first date, no matter how hot you are. kiss first, kill them later.” he advises in that ever so relaxed way of his before leaving the man for a bit to head to the dj booth. they need music and Nico needs a mic. it’s amusingly easy to get them to throw away any fucks they’d possibly be willing to give and if anything, telling of how crazy is a contagious thing. he waves at marco from where he is, child-like excited with a microphone in his hand and a raised eyebrow. giving Nico the upper hand is the best mistake that man has ever made. there’s a shift in the music and that’s his cue. “ladies and gentleman good evening to those so smashed that time is just a distant concept; good morning to anyone else. y’all look beautiful from where I’m standing. so, we have a special guest with us tonight, who is about to delight us with a taste of his craft.” he says before stretching out his arm to present the male before walking down and in his direction, standing now next to marco. “for one night only, we’ll be giving you guys the show of a lifetime and auctioning this big boy’s first kiss!” he announces, lying through his teeth and giving the male a wink before urging him to take his ‘stage’. “shout your bids loud and clear, we’re starting with 25$. dj, let’s get him something to work with! The stage is yours, mr. rogers!”

[nicolasxmay]

cfdangers·:

“i’m not a prude.” defended he, why was he even getting defensive? where did the normal damien go? who knew. damien felt like a virgin all of a sudden, and he wasn’t okay with it, but he wasn’t sure how to shake it off either. “kinda safe?” asked he, cocking his eyebrow because he could imagine all of the things that could mean, but they guy hardly seemed like bad company, so damien shrugged, “yeah, a drink sounds needed.” he concluded, because really, it wasn’t like the guy hadn’t already caught his interest.

Nico raises an eyebrow at the statement, slightly amused by the tone and how defensive it sounds “never said you were.” he concedes, giving the other a smile “yeah, kinda. It’s all a matter of perspective, really, but I’ll let you be the judge of that tonight, so tell me later if I was right or not, ‘kay?” he concludes, patting the man on the shoulder and motioning for him to follow. “I still have my club soda, so what are you having?”

[nicolasxmay]

daisymhqs·:

𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔶 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰, it’s just not who she is. and especially to nicolàs. the two of them had a special bond, and she never saw herself lying to him. ever. and she also knows that he has seen her hungover before; hell, he had held her hair when she had thrown up and she had dragged his ass to bed before, so they most definitely had been through it all together. she grabbed hold of the sheets and sigh, as she looked at nicolàs tiredly. you definitely look less dead when you’re hungover. a soft smile appeared on her lips and she sighed. ❝ please, will you imagine me rolling my eyes at you, it just hurts too much to actually do it. ❞ have you eaten anything yet? ❝ no, i haven’t really been able to keep anything down.. ❞

𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰, daisy smiled softly and her eyelids fluttered shut as she felt nicolàs press his lips to her forehead, something he had done numerous of times before. you’re warm. did you sweat it out? because if you did, you need to change, you’ll get worse if you keep your clothes wet. she watched him as he left the bedroom for a moment and it didn’t take long until he was back with a thermometer and what looked like medicine. ❝ you know, you should have become a nurse or a doctor, you’re pretty good at this whole taking care of people when they’re sick, ❞ she said and coughed as she sat up in her bed, doing as he had told her by putting the thermometer under her armpit. who even gets sick during the summer? she laughed and shrugged her shoulders. ❝ honestly, i’m not even surprised to be honest, ❞ she mumbled and adjusted her position on the bed. found this for you to wear. let’s just wait for the temperature and then you can change into it. smiling softly at nicolàs, she reached out and placed her hand on top of his. ❝ what on earth did i do to deserve you, hm? you’re the best. ❞

“you know things are bad when you can’t even sass me without whining,” he says, agreeing to pretend that she is, in fact, rolling her eyes at him. it’s an unspoken rule that he will let her win whenever she is sick, maybe because he has a soft heart and sick puppies tug at his heartstrings. and that’s what she looks like, a little puppy looking at him with puppy eyes and whining in between every sigh. “well, brace yourself because you are going to taste my awesome ‘soup for the sick’” he tells her before folding both arms over his chest, waiting for the thermometer to beep. “I’m kidding, I bought chicken soup on my way here. I went to the diner and they told me you were sick, so I thought it would be a good idea.”

he considers her words for a moment before looking back, spotting a chair in the corner and pulling it over, closer to her bed, so he can sit as he waits. “with my grades in high school? impossible. people gotta be smart to be doctors and I definitely am not. big missed opportunity there, I know, with my nursing skills, imagine if I was smart. I’d be a hot doctor though,” he says playfully, leaning over when he hears beeping at last. he takes the device himself, frowning a little when he reads the numbers. “Tiny fever,” he says “you won’t die. Change into the shirt while I go get the chicken soup, we need to feed you before you can take the meds.” he tells her, being very clear about the need for her to have something in her stomach before they get anything else there. “you probably saved a whole ass country in your previous life. that’s the only way you got stuck with this much perfection in your life.” he gives her a gentle pat on the head, making sure to ruffle her hair slightly before heading to the kitchen to get the soup and returning moments later.

[nicolasxmay]

charlotte-dupree·:

When Charlotte was just starting her modeling career, her agent felt like she had too much of a baby face so decided to book her for some sexier jobs, just so that she could get some edge to her. The day she arrived to the location was the day she had met Nico. The experience had been so fun not just because afterwards she felt like she had sex appeal. But because she got to have sex with the male. That being said, she fell out of contact with the male. 

When she heard his voice, she was surprised as she saw him for the first time in years. “It is me! It’s you! Holy shit.” The blonde rustled her bangs for a moment, “I’m a member here, what are you doing here?” She wasn’t sure if he wanted a hug or not, so she just waited to see his reaction.

he can’t avoid laughing at her reaction and the amusing statement of ‘it’s you, it’s me’ that sounds kind of adorable if one doesn’t think they are meeting at a sex club. call it what it is, even if there is 1% of people who come to bliss just to see the strip shows and have a drink at the bar, most people go to bliss looking for something else. or hoping to get it at least. 

Nico takes in how she looks and is unashamed when he scans her from head to toe before speaking again. “yes, it’s me,” he let out with a chuckle, immediately pulling her into a hug when he saw her hesitation. he’s surprised to see her, but no less happy and he allows it to show. “I like the bangs by the way,” he says “makes you look like an older little red riding hood looking out for grandma’s house in the forest.” he means she looks cute with them; a little too cute. “wow, welcome to sin city then,” he chuckles “me? well, waiting for someone hot to tell me how beautiful my hazel eyes are and drag me into one of the rooms.” he responds playfully “I work here.”

[nicolasxmay]

emiliohq·:

“well, those are all very good reasons,” emilio comments, a smile forming. “but you could have just said the sex part.” although the prospect of sex later excites him, he’s even more excited to fill his stomach now. he’s eager to get seated and get some food into his system, parking himself in a chair beside nico instead of opposite. “so, what’s the deal? you’re dating now? am i not enough for you?” he jokes, pulling a menu towards himself and looking through his options. “are you starting to realize that you’re old and your time is ticking? you know that when you get married, your sex life dies, right? or so i’ve heard, anyways. i never did manage to make it there myself,” he recalls his failure rather conversationally.

Nico allows himself to sink slightly into his chair as soon as he sits -- he knows exactly what he wants so he doesn’t need to go over the menu. in fact, the owner knows him by name as do most of the waitresses, so he waits while the boy looks over his options. “you know me. I like to leave the best for last.” he says while stretching out his arms unceremoniously and snapping his neck side to side until he’s satisfied with how each crack sounds. “you’re cute and hot and lovable, but I’m pretty sure this girl is the love of my life we’re talking about here.” he says with a slight smirk because Emilio has no idea who he’s talking about and he wants to fuel that curiosity and mislead him for as long as he can just for reaction’s sake when he introduces said person to him later on. “well, the way around that predicament is basically not marry then. plus, I’m pretty sure that has a lot to do with lazy husbands not doing their jobs properly. otherwise, I wouldn’t get so many married women telling me they wish their husbands knew what to do with -- themselves. I’m a thorough guy. you know that.”