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@noahsaddler
text message → noah
Kendall: I'd offer you one but I ate them all, srry
Kendall: I'm not actually that shocked people can't handle being single on Valentines
Kendall: It's never been a ~romance~ thing for me I guess
Noah: Please, you deserved them all!
Noah: Not a romance thing, huh? Are you not much a romance kind of person?
Noah: I guess what I mean is like aro spectrum or just jaded lol
haydstew:
He sighed. The guy hasn’t been sitting next to him for more than a minute and already he felt tired just being around him. Was this how people felt with him? What a shitty way to be taught a lesson. At least he was cute.
“One out of two of those things are true,” he mumbled at the backhanded compliment, eyes moving from the leg that was currently hiked up on the seat towards the other’s face. “I went downstairs and tried my luck at roulette. But yes, I enjoyed the alcohol, thank you very much.” He decidedly ignored the comment about his lawyer, reminded of how the reason he was in contact with his attorney in the first place that night was because he was receiving some less-than-pleasant news regarding his divorce. “And what did you do after I left? I hope you got to release some of that sexual frustration after I blue-balled you,” he teased back, though not a trace of amusement on his face.
Whether Noah liked it or not, he wasn’t all annoyed at the guy - there was something always pleasant about somebody who could throw shit back at Noah after they took it right in the face. Maybe Hayden wasn’t a huge chatterbox, but that could be attributed to a number of things, such as Noah’s absolutely dazzling personality thus far.
He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Nah, I struck out. Three times. Makes a guy wonder if maybe the problem is himself.” Noah narrowed his eyes in thought, staring into the middle distance. “No, that can’t be it. It’s gotta be everybody else instead.” If the dry tone wasn’t an indication that Noah didn’t truly believe that, then surely the cavalier way he shrugged and looked back at his seatmate was.
“Did you make any big money on roulette? I’ve never played. You always a gambling man? Play those slim odds any chance you get?”
raynandsunshine:
Ray’s head fell back, laughing loudly at the face the man made. She had expected maybe some form of ‘boys will be boys’ comment in regards to the almost lecherous stare of the man beside him, and was surprised and delighted to get an opposite reaction from him. She had been excited, though admittedly hesitant, to come to a strip club alone. She’d expected to see more than a few uncomfortably hungry stares directed at the women on the stage, and there were certainly plenty of those to go around. The pure admiration of the other man beside her though only made her grin at him, bright and grateful before her attention was drawn back to the stage.
“Without a doubt, I would be too,” Ray said with a laugh, her eyes never leaving the stage. She watched in fascination as the dancer circled slowly around the pole several feet above the ground with only her knee wrapped around it, before she started dropping quickly. Ray’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as the dancer caught herself just above the ground, flipping up again into another impressive spin. “Oh my god did you see that?” She asked excitedly, still not looking away from the stage as she reached out blindly towards the man beside her. Her fingers found the fabric of his sleeve and she tugged on it to get his attention, finally turning bright, excited eyes to look at him. “She’s incredible,” Ray said, as if it was a simple statement of fact that he couldn’t possibly disagree with. She dropped his sleeve in favor of reaching for the purse slung crossbody around her and digging for a couple dollars to throw towards the stage at the woman.
She shook her head in amazement. “Pole dancing classes would be fun, not gonna lie. But damn, how long do you think these dancers have been doing this to be so,” she broke off, gesturing vaguely at the stage as if to unable to encompass the incredible talent and skill of the dancers in something as meager and meaningless as actual words. She turned her attention to the man as he spoke again, her smile widening and a short laugh bubbling up. “So I won’t take that as a pick-up line, then,” she said, an edge of teasing in her tone. “No, it’s my first time here. If you’ve considered taking pole dancing classes before tonight, I’m going to assume you’re a regular? Or at least been here before?”
The sunshine bubbling out of the woman beside him was fervent and bright, and Noah was more warmed by it than the intense lighting coming off the stage. He caught himself staring for a moment, listening to her laugh and seeing how her eyes sparkled, before he turned to look at the stage again with an answering grin of his own.
“Believe it or not, I don’t consider strip clubs to be places to hit on every woman in sight.” He chuckled. “Nah, in spaces like this, I only flirt with people giving me obvious interest. And, uh, not if they’re working, obviously.” He gestured faintly toward the stage, wondered if it was rude to draw attention to himself like that with nothing to give, and settled for tossing another tip the dancer’s way. “I know all about flirting for tips and letting it go a minute later.”
Noah shook his head. “Actually? Nah, not here. I’ve been to strip clubs in the past just for fun or because I knew some friends working them that night, but I thought I’d just give this place a go tonight for kicks. Not disappointed - the opposite, really, I couldn’t be happier.”
He glanced her way again. “I’m Noah, by the way. It’s nice to meet a fellow admirer.”
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ahren-slvter:
Ahren smirked a little when the invite was met with enthusiasm, the smirk turning into a genuine smile when Noah gushed about how Ahren deserved to show off everything he’d busted his ass to build and make as solid as he had. “Perfect, follow me then,” he waved Noah along with him, giving Monique a nod and a wave to let her know he’d see her when she was leaving for the night. “I just need to stop by my office first, that cool?” he asked casually, trying not to let the reason for the stop be seen as obvious despite how rusty Ahren was at being smooth while he was silently freaking out internally; but instead of looking for a way out like he had at the Ball, instead he was looking for somewhere he could close a door and know it wouldn’t open without his consent first- better yet, a door he could lock without much consequence.
When Noah was walking along next to him then Ahren spoke to one of the girls working the bar on his way toward his office, dropping her a quick, ‘don’t bother me unless it’s important’ with a knowing look that she had seen one too many times; which only further relaxed Ahren enough to try and find his confidence again. He pushed a thick black curtain aside once he reached the end of the bar, revealing a door that read ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ across it in big bold letters that he proceeded to pull open and let Noah go first to be sure he closed it behind him. Once he joined Noah again on the short walk he reached the end of the hallway and pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door that he proceeded to hold open for the other once again; if he was impressed with the look of the club, Ahren’s office would really be something else. From the leather couches to the large, expensive desk in the corner of the back of the room, down to the colour scheme in the room- it spoke volumes about what kind of person Ahren was; luxurious down to the carpets, but only behind closed doors.
Speaking of closed doors…
Ahren let the door close behind him, leaving it unlocked while he still tested the waters surrounding the small sparks coming of the charge in the air between them. “This isn’t usually on the tour, but I felt like a more secluded area away from the music might make conversation easier,” he chuckled lightly, moving to the small table next to one of the couches so he could pour himself a drink. “I uh- I’m not exactly…out, I mean- not publicly, anyway.” he sighed as he felt a bit of relief being honest, turning back to Noah once he’d gotten himself a drink that wasn’t watered down with coke or ice. “I don’t mean to get all uptight and shit about it. I never really had the chance to be open about it so it’s been something I’ve… not really hid, but I don’t offer it as common knowledge. That’s why I bolted on you the other night,” Ahren offered a real explanation as he sipped his drink a little, before setting it on the table again and taking a few steps closer to Noah then, trying to let himself be confident enough to make a move. He stopped when he was only a few inches away from Noah, looking down at him from Ahren’s height with a bit of a suggestive look etched into his features. “You were saying something about missing out before… how about I make up for it?” he practically purred, his tone dropping into a low, soft tone while his blue eyes fixated on the younger male before him; doing his best to let his anxiety take a backseat to how intrigued he was with Noah.
The casual confidence Ahren wore in the domain of his club was fascinating to behold - addicting, even. Noah flicked his gaze over Ahren’s figure from behind without any shame after that quiet invitation away, his grin widening. He’d be nice for now. He’d let Ahren get a few steps away before he followed, so it wouldn’t look like Noah was on his heels.
As they eased away from the public eye, Noah turned his head, vision wandering over the other details, nothing too small for his notice.
It was the entrance into what was obviously Ahren’s office that brought a low whistle from Noah’s lips.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, spinning in a circle with a smile so he could see each little aspect. “I love your sense of color. It’s gorgeous.” But before he could offer any other compliments, Ahren was getting a drink - one that made Noah consider how many he might’ve had, how sober he was for what appeared to be a monumental experience for the other man.
“Lucky for you, I’m an excellent experiment,” he teased with sparkling eyes - he knew how easy it was for people to flirt with a sexually open twink behind closed doors. Likely Ahren was expecting that he could take easy control of Noah, kiss and touch and explore while Noah mewled and begged for more.
Those confident steps toward him made Noah’s smile shift to a more mischievous smirk. “You think you’re ready for me?” His words came out on an equally soft purr. And, just for fun, he took Ahren’s shirt in his hands and used it to walk him backward a few steps, until the taller man backed into his desk. Noah came up on his tiptoes, an inch away from his lips, letting his hot breath brush against Ahren’s mouth as he chuckled. “Well...if you insist, handsome.”
And then he kissed him, a soft and languid sort of thing that he broke only a moment later - but he stayed close, still grinning, waiting to see if Ahren was hungry for more.
nathaliaa-xo:
“Since I’m feeling generous tonight, even if I win, you get to still give me a kiss. How does that sound?” The alcohol was begining to kick in. Besides, what’s a night without a little more affection than you previously thought you’d get? “Prude!?” The model exclaims with laughter, mouth agape with playfuly shock. Noah plays with her nose and once he pulls his hand away, she stretches her neck forward to pretend as if she were about to bite his hand. “I’ll have you know that I may look prim and proper, but this mind?” Nathalia taps one side of her temple, “It’s on a whole ‘nother level.” Nathalia was drawn to confidence and Noah was exuding such vibes. It helped that it had always been easy to get along with him. “You don’t have to tell me, I know I’ve got good taste.” She winks at the bartender after simultaneously complementing them both.
When Nathalia’s contender came up to the bar once more, even she had to look at the girl in surprise. Honest worry spiked through her for a moment, scared that the other women might take it a little too far. She watches the blonde for a moment, seeing what she orders, then looks over to her friends who were still on the dancefloor and Nathalia couldn’t help but think that she had this in the bag. “Noah, please,” Nathalia looks to the bartender, their faces inches apart, “Trying that bluffing trick on me is insulting to my ego,” She scoffs with a whimsical nature.
“So, – — Where do you wanna do this? The dance?” She asks, looking from Noah to the dancefloor. “I’m good with setting up a stool in this general area,” She says, gesturning to a random spot, just to taunt Noah. “Is there a specifc song you’d like to dance to or – ?” Nathalia looks back at the bartender, unable to hide the very coy smile flirting on her lips.
Well, he was fucked. Thoroughly, in fact. Not just because of the dance, but from the fact that when she turned her head, she didn’t even flinch from how close they were to each other.
Sometimes, Noah wondered why he’d had the fortune to be born with a particularly polyamorous mindset. Tonight it was less a blessing a more a curse, with those pretty lips of hers curved into that satisfied smile.
“You think my boss is gonna let me get away with a lap dance in the middle of my job?” he drawled, quirking a brow. “That’s all I need, getting fired because my hot bod starts a riot in here or something.” Noah shook his head. “Nah, there’s gotta be somewhere better that won’t lose me my main source of money.” He didn’t exactly want to propose that he take her home or something, especially since they were acquaintances rather than friends, and he stretched his mind.
“Either you’ve gotta wait until I’m on my break so I’m not technically on the clock, or we meet up at another club later tonight or this week so I can pay up.” He grinned at her, quirking a questioning brow. “What do you say?”
carlyxweiss:
She laughed at his candor, a puff of powered sugar from her lips to the ether. “It’s been a long time since I studied mythology, but I think you are correct. And… as much as I enjoy horses, they’re also smarter than me. They know it, I know it, and that kind of power is evil.”
She tossed the last bite of her donut in her mouth. This would be good practice opening herself up to someone, right? This was how friends and connections were made, and she seemed to be in good company. May as well go for it, as he’d said. Once her mouth was clear and she’d satisfactorily cleared the sugar from her lips, she sighed. “I’m a photographer and I took a job I didn’t really know how to do. The feedback on my rough draft was that I basically need a whole new rough draft, so I guess it’s back to the drawing board. The good thing is it wasn’t an event, so I can do it again and get it right. I didn’t fail to capture someone’s memories.”
After a pause and brief deliberation, she twisted to look at him more directly. “And… family things. My mom is sick and the times I can visit her are limited. I got all the way over there for a visit, only to find things had changed and I wouldn’t be welcome after all. It’s been a while since I saw her, and I suppose I feel a little guilty. I’m sorry if that was a lot to dump on you and the donuts didn’t cover it.”
The things the woman unloaded on Noah were unexpected, but not unwelcome. The moment she began to speak, he quieted even more, if it was possible, not even making a sound as he chewed.
He didn’t mind being the sounding board, even for a perfect stranger. Hell, sometimes not knowing someone was preferable - it freed him up to give flexible advice rather than try to aim for something perfect. But the fact that she felt the need to bring this information to him said that she likely didn’t have many others who could listen, and that broke his heart.
“Don’t you wish you could just always be perfect on the first try?” Noah flashed her a small but sympathetic smile. “Still, this means you’re learning a new skill, right? That’s fucking exciting. Even if you don’t know how to do it this time, you will the next.”
Her mom, though, was a trickier situation, and he weighed his words before he spoke again. “Not welcome...was it because visiting hours changed, or because something bigger had gotten in the way?”
kendallryan:
The only thing Noah could’ve done to make Watson love him more was give him food, but his treats were safely tucked away in one of the kitchen cupboards. She shook her head with a small laugh as he laid down on the kitchen floor. “I hope you’re fine with having dog hair all over you - from the dog, and the unvacuumed floor.” Now which drawer did she put her cutting board in? It took a few tries - one was silverware, one was empty, and one had a hard plastic board in it. She was pretty sure it came with the apartment, actually, to save the counters. Oops.
“Watson,” she warned, watching him attempt to get closer to Noah’s face to give him more kisses. Her chopping was slow and deliberate at first as she got used to the action again. “It would be. Any suggestions?” She asked, distracted by the prep. Slowly but surely, her eyes watered, and once the onion was properly destroyed, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Dammit,” she muttered. Even if it was onion-related, she hated crying in front of others.
After wiping out the pot with a wet paper towel, she dumped everything in, a little heavy handed on the spices. She preferred a lot of flavor as opposed to little. After setting the pot, she washed her hands in the sink and Watson came trotting over, jumping up onto the cabinets to try and get Kendall’s attention. “I don’t have food anymore,” she said with a laugh. scratching behind his ear after drying her hands. “Sorry, I guess you don’t compare to mom,” she directed towards Noah, smirking.
“I am one with the dog hair,” Noah intoned, lips quirking in a smirk. “I accept it. I love it. I will rub it all over my clothes, and no one can stop me.” He was already chuckling before he even got to the end of the sentence.
As Watson aimed to give him more kisses, Noah accepted it heartily, turning his head this way and that to give him new, fresh face to loll with slobber. “Mm, I could watch just about anything, honestly. I love musicals. I love classics. I love romances. Dramas are okay, as long as they don’t have any, like, really gross shit in them.” Women being taken advantage of solely for angst grated on him far too much. “What’s your favorite movies? We could watch one.”
Watson rumbled away a few moments later, bringing a disappointed sound from Noah’s lips, and he laughed as he watched him jump to be closer to her. “I mean, let’s be honest, if I have to choose between me or you, I’d probably choose you too.” His eyes sparkled as he stared up at her from the floor, admiring her for another moment before he sat up with a groan. “Fuck, I’m sore from work.”
@kendallryan
“Maybe I’m in love with her, too. Or maybe I just love her because you do”
text message → noah
Kendall: I did, trust. And he cocked his head to the side
Kendall: the highlight was chocolate covered strawberries from my dad lol if that tells you anything
Kendall: How was yours?
Noah: I didn't get a single damn chocolate covered strawberry from anybody, so yours was def better than mine!
Noah: I spent all night working lol, we can't ask off for holidays
Noah: You'd be shocked how many thirsty single people end up at a bar for V Day
You know what, man? Don’t do me any favours, okay?
raynandsunshine:
A bright laugh bubbled up from Ray’s throat at the excited tone of the man beside her. She wasn’t sure he was talking to her until she felt his elbow against her side, only making her smile brighten in amusement as her eyes turned from the incredible dancer on stage to him. “Not usually the kind of reactions most of the women here expect, I’m sure,” she commented. She raised her eyebrows, nodding in a not-subtle way to the man on Noah’s other side, looking rather like he was about to try and climb not he stage, his eyes wide with lust and something rather uncomfortable compared to the guy beside her, who appeared more genuinely amazed by the athletic feats of the dancers.
Ray was far from an expert on places like this, but she found them fascinating, and finally wanted to explore a bit more now that she wasn’t buried under endless years of medical school. She turned to look back at the stage again as the song changed and another dancer strutted out as if she owned the stage. And she did for the moment, beautifully so. Ray pushed up the edge of her favorite Breton hat so she could see the performance better, and she watched with no small amount of awe at the physical ability that she could only ever dream. “Absolutely incredible. God, imagine what it would be like to be that talented.”
When the woman drew Noah’s attention to the man on his other side, he had a glance. Mm. Not his cup of tea. The guy looked more feral than human, and as if he considered the girls on stage some delicious hunks of meat.
Noah looked back at the girl and made a disgusted face, pointing a finger into his open mouth, as if to gag himself. Blegh!
The new song pulsed through the air, filling him with adrenaline, and he readjusted on his stool, sitting a little taller so he could see this new goddess all the better. “Right?! Sometimes I think about taking pole dancing classes, and then I see what women like this can do, and I know it’s a lost cause. I’d just be flopping all over the damn thing like a dead fish.” He chuckled and shook his head, having another sip of his drink. It wasn’t bad. He had some critiques, but the bartender seemed new, and Noah wasn’t going to let himself work by giving advice on his one day off this week.
When Noah glanced at the woman by his side again, he grinned. “I totally don’t mean this to sound like it does, but...you come here often?”
jjxdavis:
“I think it’s too late to withdraw, you’ve already heard me say it so.” It was essentially what it was. Whether he lost or not, though he was hoping he wouldn’t, it was all in good fun. Why had he made the stakes so high. JJ wasn’t even great at darts but he was good enough that he knew he had a chance, hopefully. “You go first, seems right, plus I can scope out your skills,” he joked.
“You sure that’s all you wanna scope?” Noah fired back. Whether or not the guy was interested in other dudes, Noah had no idea, and he didn’t care as much either while he lined up his shot, the dart held loosely in his fingers. Maybe it’d throw him off his game, having some other man teasing him.”All right, dude, just sit back and watch the magic...”
The big talk went really well, until Noah nearly missed the board entirely. The dart sank into the board right near the bottom, and Noah narrowed his eyes. “...pretty sure that’s a fantastic shot, actually.”
arthurkanemoto:
The novelty of someone just understanding him wasn’t lost on Arthur. He spent most of his life trying to explain his past without eliciting some sort of pain-stricken expression on the other’s face that he’d decided a long time ago that keeping his mouth shut was the best possible course of action for his sanity. Yet here this young man was, just talking about it, like it was nothing, but everything at the same time. None of that sorrowful, sympathetic bullshit.
“Yeah?” He asked. His tone was still too nonchalant for their current topic of conversation, but inside, Arthur could feel Noah’s sentiment down to its very core. “I’ve actually done that, once or twice. You can guess they wanted me out pretty fucking quick after that, but,” he shrugged. “The fucker called me a nasty little shit after the fact, but at thirteen, I thought I was pretty fucking cool for being able to punch a grown man’s nose into his skull and break it. Gave me the courage to get the fuck out of there and never look back.” What he didn’t mention, however, was how the itch in his balled-up fist never went away. The best high only ever came from the first time, and he’d spent the rest of his twenties chasing that elusive feeling until he had run himself down to the ground.
Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course you’ve done it. Look at you. You’re like a fucking fit as hell statue - I bet you were probably strong as hell even at that age. If I’d tried to hit one of the foster parents or siblings or whatever, I just...”
He couldn’t even fully put what would’ve happened into words. At that age, he’d been fortunate. But he’d been eleven when he met Julian, and so tiny that before Julian’s time, Noah had been able to be carried forcibly into therapists’ offices, no matter how much he howled or complained or refused to ever listen to the people who tried to explain to him that, no, he wasn’t a boy, actually.
Fuck, his hand curled into a fist just thinking about it.
“Well. I think you’re fucking badass. And I wish I’d be able to do half as much as you did. Still, thirteen? When you left? How did you live, man? I wasn’t homeless until I was, like, eighteen.”
Elliot Fletcher on his Instagram Story (21 September, 2019)