Zachary Timek

Zach "Timek" Timek. 24. Haus Client. Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist

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adamxetor:

“Can I have a menu, please?” Adam asked the waiter as soon as he sat down at one of the restaurants at the Haus. He had already settled his things in his room and rather than ordering room service, he thought it was a better idea to go out and explore the grounds. First of all, he had to try the food because he was starving from the flight here. He checked out the food items, but turned to the guy sitting on a table next to him. “Have you tried anything here that you’d recommend?” 

Out of everyone that could have been at the Haus, Adam was the last person he wanted to see. The man was married, he was  nothing more than a walking trap that Timek wanted to get himself caught up in. It wasn’t fair. Slowly but surely, the younger of the pair began to sink down in his seat, maybe if he continued to do so he would disappear from existence and they both would move onto their merry way- but that just didn’t come to fruition- instead Adam asked him a question, not realizing who he was talking too. “Typically I’d recommend a married man be at home having a meal with his wife, but if not, the burgers are pretty good- but I’m easy going.” Timek spoke his words without thinking about them, “I- sorry...guess I didn’t expect to see you here.”

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stateofconstant :

Constant gave Timek a squeeze and pulled them both out of the room. “Timek, it’s alright. You had to go training, right? I get it. You need to to keep in shape and at the peak of performance. How else I am supposed to cheer for you at the next Olympics?” He smiled at the other opening his door and leading them inside. He pulled from Timek’s side and headed toward his tiny counter top. “You some coffee?” He asked pulling out a sealed container. “It’s the good stuff I got from Hawaii.” he popped open the container and dumped a few spoonfuls into a french press before hitting a bottom on a small electric kettle.” Or would rather have some water. I few bottles in the mini. You’re welcome to them.”

“You’re still my date you know, you’re coming with me whether Blackwell likes it or not.” Timek knew how hard it was to get a staff member out of the Haus of Perses for a day, let alone a two week extravaganza. He wanted Constant to experience what it was like at the games, the sense of family and being home even when you were hundreds of miles away. There was nothing like it. “I’m buying you a shirt to wear with my face on it, just so you know.” He laughed as he walked over to the other’s counter, bracing his arms to pull his body to sit on the edge. “Coffee- have you met me? Give me all the coffee and dont think about how you’ll regret your decision later.” He laughed softly, groaning at the smell that came from the open container. “No- give me that- I don’t even care what it is, I want that...and you, but mostly that.”

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stateofconstant :

He didn’t know what else to tell Timek. He was tired, and if he were honest, yeah he was grumpy. More than that just sad and felt put out all the time. He didn’t know what to do about it half the time, other than slap on a fake waxy smile, try and keep people at bay so they didn’t see that he wasn’t really himself anymore. He had lost something inside and he was far more hollow than usual lately. “Forgive me, but I’ve had my fill of this room for today.” He found the ability to give the other genuine smile when Timek hugs him. He brushed the other with his cheek real quick before heading toward the door. “I was just head back to my room, but if there is somewhere you would rather go just let me know.”

Timek felt bad- there was a swirling in his stomach as he looked at Constant, what if he had let him down when he left- he hadn’t even thought about anyone else, he just did what he always did and took care of himself. His frown stayed on his face as he kept his body curled into Constant’s side, “Alright, let’s just get the fuck out of here and get back to your place then, just don’t expect me to leave you alone anytime soon- It’s been way too long.” He smiled as the other brushed a kiss onto his cheek, glad the man didn’t instantly pull away from him for one reason or another-Timek probably would have if Constant left, just to be an asshole, but Con wasn’t like that, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I left.” He whispered, the guy was like his brother, he should have said something.

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wickedwinters :

‘ Yes, it did. But I just feel like I should be the one getting you a drink. And I would - if I knew the first thing about how to make one or correctly pour one, even. The best I can do is pop off the lid of a beer. ‘ Dean smiled at Timek after the kiss. He’d already told the client that he’d been asked to do far more than just kiss a client on the cheek, so if Timek wanted to do anything else with him, the ball was in his court. Dean had never been to Rio, so he could only imagine the great time the swimmer had had down there. His eyes followed Timek as the guy made his way over to him. ‘Not much - clients and staff are still a revolving door, it seems, with a few regulars; people are still having sex at every opportunity. Same old Haus. ‘ Dean tasted the margarita, the alcoholic mixture with the salt and the lime all coming together harmoniously - with a kick, of course, but that was to be expected. ‘ That is - acidic. Good, but … damn! ‘

“See- this is why I’m going to stick with making the drinks, and you’re going to be the one that sticks to drinking them.” Timek laughed, it felt good to be back at the Haus for moments like this- things that were absolutely carefree without much thought. He missed the affection he recieved, the fun he didn’t get to have while he was training. “This is the Haus- if people weren’t having sex at every opportunity then I don’t even understand why they would be here.” He scoffed with a laugh. Timek didn’t search for sex in every opportunity- but perhaps in a way he looked for that same level of fun he could have.  Snorting out a laugh, he moved himself closer, putting his hand at the side of the man’s face, “Don’t move- you have some salt.” He grinned, as he ducked his head in, pressing his lips to Dean’s, not being able to move the smile away from his face.

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stateofconstant :

Constant glared at Timek. “There is nothing going on. I am not grumpy or pouty Timek. I’m just…” He trailed off looking for the right word. “I’m tired,” is what he said. It was true. Anymore these days he felt tired, exhausted even. Every smile, every word out of his mouth, it all took so much effort and he didn’t want to bother. He just wanted to stay in his room with shades drawn and sleep. Was that too much to ask? But at least he was free now that was a relief. He shook some life back into his arms and picked up his clothes putting them back on. “You gonna stay here all day or you wanna join me?”

“So, you are grumpy, pouty and tired,” Timek whispered, even though the man denied the first two. He wished he knew what was going on with Constant- wanting to wrap his arms around the other and help him out with whatever was going through his head, but sometimes it wasn’t that easy. His mouth pursed as he rested himself back on the bed for a moment to think, unsure of what he could do to help the other, not knowing if it was even possible to do so. “I mean- you could stay here all day with me and we wouldn’t have to do anything- but...if you’re going to do something interesting...” He teased, pulling himself up as he put his arm around Constant’s waist, “Where we going, Con?”

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stateofconstant :

Constant sighed as Timek moved around him and feigned being offended. Constant’s shoulders were starting to ache at this point and he was just tired. “Timek…” He sighed again. “If I say I’m sorry will you help me? I just want down right now.” He was losing patience quickly and that made him sad. He used to love playing around with Timek. Then again those were times where he didn’t feel tired all the time and just want to be left alone. “You won’t think I’m that adorable if I kick that chair out from under you,” he said, trying to tease back. The kiss to his nose was a sweet gesture that broke off a piece of the ice, but he still wasn’t in that good of a mood, even at seeing his friend.

Timek sensed something was off with the other man, his smirk dropping slowly as he made quick work of the rest of the bindings, letting the man pull his arms down whenever he wanted, hopping himself off the chair, “I can see why someone hung you up there, you’re super grumpy today.” He commented with the barest of smiles before sitting himself at the bed inside of the playroom. He didn’t like thinking that something was bothering Constant, the person who had always been there for him when he needed him. “Want to tell me what’s going on? Or would you rather just be pouty about it- I can completely understand if you want to take the second option.”

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wickedwinters :

‘ That’s what I said - or at least, was trying to imply. ‘ Dean couldn’t help but be in a good mood around Zachary. He laughed when Timek considered Dean’s decision to leave said decision up to Timek to be the “best”. Dean watched with rapt attention at how meticulously Zach was working - he watched as alcohol was carefully poured and mixed in strict amounts, at how the glass was prepped. Bartenders didn’t get near enough credit since they were expected to make all sorts of things on the fly and promptly, too. But Dean didn’t mind waiting as the worked. It was a strange experience to have a client doing something for him. Dean was always the one hopping to do whatever anyone asked of him, but sitting down while he was made a drink? That was definitely a new one. ‘ Thank you, Timek. I appreciate this. ‘ He smiled at the guy’s version of a tip. ‘ You know I’ve done a lot worse for a lot less in this place, ‘ he said, leaning over the counter, mindful of the drink, to place a gentle kiss on Timek’s cheek.

Timek took pride in his drink making skills- it was something he had picked up at his last Olympic Games with one of the swimmers from England. The night had been a blast, too crazy that he almost felt like he shouldn’t have remembered it. His eyes flicked up occasionally at Dean to make sure the other was still there or hadn’t fallen asleep on him while he whipped up the margarita. “Of course you appreciate it! That took time and skill.” He teased as he kept himself leaning over the edge of the bar, waiting for the soft kiss before pulling himself back. “I learned how to do that in Rio. You’d be surprised at the shenanigans Olympic athletes get away with when we’re in the Village. It’s like a giant dorm of insanity.” He laughed as he ducked under the side of the bar to get over to Dean, carrying his own drink.”Anything change in this place since I’ve been gone?”

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stateofconstant :

“Timek!” Constant called out, happy to see the young male. He had heard about Timek leaving to practice or something, while it broke his heart some he understood. Timek was an athlete after all and the other had to stay in shape. He frowned at the other’s tease and sighed. “Timek, you little shit, get me out of these ropes. I am not a set of Christmas light you can just leave up year around for the hell of it. Besides my arms are tired.” typical Timek. Always going for the joke, but Constant was still happy to see the other. “When did you get back to the Haus?’ he asked

That joyous greeting that Constant gave him was quickly going to change as he stood in front of the other, deciding to stand completely still instead of moving towards his friend. “You just insulted me? In what way does that motivate me to help get you down from there? Are you going to apologize if I unstring you? I bet you won’t, you’re so not the type to be appreciative of the things I do.” Timek mocked upsetness as he made his way forward to the other, pretending to inspect the binds. “Two days ago- Man, Con, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to undo those, they look pretty sturdy. Whoever wanted you up there, wanted to keep you there.” He teased, before walking away to grab a chair to stand on, dragging it across the room before hopping on top of it, wanting to be at eyelevel with the bindings, “You’re adorable.” Timek teased once more, kissing the other’s nose to taunt him as his fingers began working through the knots.

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rwickedwinters :

He was surprised that the client actually remembered his name and he felt his cheeks warm at the implication that perhaps he was worth remembering - even if it were only because he’d talked to the guy a few times, helped him out. He held up his hands in mock surrender - an apology for ruining the guy’s “celebratory” drinking mood. ‘ Sorry, I didn’t mean to rain on your parade. I’m just not really a big drinker. But, I guess, if you’re as good as you say you are, one drink wouldn’t hurt. ‘ And Timek had actually remembered not just his name, but their encounters - at least one of them. He walked closer to the guy and took a seat, looking around at all the liquor bottles. There were several kinds he’d never heard of before, brands mostly - he recognised the alcohols as whiskey, vodka, tequila - but was fazed at how people kept in mind all the specifics. Alcohol was just that, right? Order a beer and be done with it - that was his motto. Be a part of the party but don’t get shit-faced and embarrass yourself. Thinking about the time he’d had way too many beers and then been publicly outed with a kiss had only ever strengthened his resolve in drinking moderately - rarely. ‘ I have absolutely no idea about drink orders, so whatever you think would be fine - for a lightweight, that is. ‘

“Of course one drink won’t hurt- especially if I make that drink.” Or perhaps it would do all the damage in the world, but he wasn’t really thinking about that right now. Timek was back, he was back and he was here to enjoy his time off for once, not really forcing or pushing himself to train now that he’s back at the Haus of Perses. This wasn’t a place where you were supposed to work, this was a place for you to have sex and indulge in as many guilty pleasures as you could before you went to bed and did it all over again.  “Ah- you made the best decision in drinks, then.” He laughed, teasing as he ducked under the bar and grabbed a few items. Not turning his head towards the other, he began to carefully craft a margarita, making sure that salt coated the rim of the glass, before pushing the tequila laden drink towards the other. “Now- since I spent so much time on that, I think I deserve a tip.” He grinned, leaning over the counter, turning his head to the side and pointing at his cheek, knowing he was being a bit fresh but that was who he was.

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wickedwinters:

It had been a very long time since Dean had last seen the guy now offering him a drink - what was first name again? Zachary? Timek, though - the name slipped in easily - the man liked to be called by his last name. He’d once caught the guy on an accidental slip, had once helped him get back to the Haus when he got lost in the woods - both meets ending in a more verbal manner and less of a physical one. Zachary was extremely handsome and Dean often had to remind himself that certain clients were quite selective with their company and to allow them to make the first move before turning a conversation or order into something sexual. The few times he’d been remotely forward, he’d more than often been shot down. The fact that he hadn’t been super excited to see the guy standing there was simply because he hadn’t known the guy had even left. Nevertheless, he smiled and shook his head. ‘ Timek, welcome back. I thought you preferred a pool to drown your sorrows, not alcohol? ’ He shook his head once more when the guy just continued digging through the supply of liquor and coming up with various bottles. ‘ You can drink whatever you’d like; but maybe don’t mix those two? ‘

“Dean Winters?” Timek couldn’t help but laugh. The staff member had saved him on more than one occasion, and he couldn’t help but get a bit of excitement swirling in his system when he realized that the other was the first person he’d be meeting once he stepped back inside the Haus. His eyes looked down to the alcohol bottles, trying to figure out what he wanted to drink himself in the moment, forgetting about the glass he had already poured- too bored with that. “Excuse you, I’m not drowning my sorrows here, this is merely celebrational. Now- either you can have a drink with me, or I can find someone else to have a party with, since you seem to be set on being a party pooper.” Timek found it easy to tease the other, sitting himself on a barstool before facing the other. “Believe me, I learned the hard way that tequila and vodka aren’t really things you should be mixing together- that was a long night.” He laughed, once more shaking the bottle towards Dean, “I promise you, I make a really good mixed drink, and I do owe you for that time I got lost in the woods.”

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stateofconstant:

“This is not how I thought I would spend my morning,” Constant said pulling on the restraints that held him up. A client had dragged him into one of the playrooms and bound him to the ceiling. Then the man just left. Constant had no way of knowing how long the guy had been gone but at this point, his arms were starting to go numb. He tugged one more time as he thought he heard the door open. “Hey. A little help please?”

There was something to say about a place you have been too for longer than a year and still didn’t know all the hallways. Keeping his footfalls as light as possible, the young swimmer made his way threw the playrooms, careful not to disturb the ones that were actively being used. His body stopped when he thought he heard a familiar voice- one that didn’t exactly know he was back at the Haus. A grin formed on his lips as he pressed his ear to the door, not hearing any other sounds. Confusion crossed his face, deciding it was fine to enter as he pushed himself inside. “Well- I mean, I could, but this looks super inviting. I mean- c’mon Con, you’re just strung up like the best room decoration.”

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“Would you be more excited to see me back if I offered you alcohol?” Timek held the bottles up- one in each hand. He had left without a word, being pulled away into the world of swimming all over again before being set free. Everyone needed a break once and a while, that was something he demanded from his Coach- the one person who kept him in line in and out of the pool. Being back at the Haus meant no supervision though, no one to tell him to put down the drinks because they weren’t in his diet plan or to make sure he had enough sleep. “Vodka?” He asked, shaking one bottle, “Or Tequila?” If he was going to come back, it wasn’t going to be without an offer to have as much fun as possible. “I don’t have wine, so if you want that, we’re going to have to raid this place.”

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courtneysales :

This wasn’t the first time Courtney had run into a complete stranger that hated his guts, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Where there were fans there were also people rooting for you to get your ass kicked, and when you didn’t they ended up losing quite a bit of money for betting on the wrong horse. Court figured he would be recognized here, but he hadn’t expected some drunk asshole to try to pick a fight with him over a bet he’d lost years ago. It was always satisfying to know he could ruin a prick’s night by being good at what he did, When the other man refused to let him pass, Court instinctively tensed, fingers curling into his palms. Without being able to properly plant on his left foot his right hook wasn’t nearly what it once was, but he was willing to put money on the fact he could still lay this guy out. When he put his hands on him, giving him a prodding shove, Courtney was aching to deck him, but was caught off guard by another man putting himself between them.

Probably for the best. He guessed hitting a client, however it was started, was frowned upon by his employers. He wasn’t here to fight, that wasn’t his job anymore. His hands relaxed and he forced himself to look away from the one man and to the other. “I’m alright.” Court assured him, all deep Texas accent and annoyance. He could have protested going inside but it would be in his best interest to walk away, so he let himself be led back to the Haus. “Thanks… I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.”

Timek’s fists stayed tight as he stared at staff member, trying to keep his own emotions in check, but stay on edge in case he had to fight the other man off once more. People were unpredictable, you never know when something could snap inside of them and the last thing was the guy taking it out on the staff member, or himself for that matter. Slowly but surely, his fingers began to relax as he placed a hand on Courtney’s shoulders, the guy looked familiar, then again he had probably seen him walking around the halls of this place- he hadn’t had much action lately with staff members, that was for sure, but he still did push a bit of fun out every once and a while in other ways.

“You sure?” He asked, looking over the other before turning to see if the man had retreated, not being able to fully make out the outline of the man anymore as he retreated into the dark. “Maybe you were too pretty and he just couldn’t handle himself? I like to typically go with something like that instead of thinking about how I accidentally probably knocked into someone holding a very expensive drink-” Yeah, the last fight he had been in hadn’t been too pretty, but he made it out and lived to make sure Courtney didn’t get pummeled today. 

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Timek’s stomach sank when he saw the other on the pathway to the entrance of the Haus- the man could probably handle himself, god knew most of the people in the Haus could, but that didn’t stop Timek from walking over and shoving the man causing the confrontation. He wasn’t the biggest person here, nor was he the strongest, but he wasn’t about to let anyone push anyone around when they weren’t into it- client or staff. “How about you back the fuck up for a minute, huh?” His body fists clenched, ready for a fight, knowing that stepping into the middle of something wasn’t the smartest idea, especially when  you weren’t even sure who the angry party was, but Timek never claimed to be the smartest, he just claimed to be the most fucking impulsive. 

When the man didn’t immediately react- probably drunk or high out of his mind, he turned to the other, and put his hand on his shoulder, “You okay? C’mon, let’s get inside before this asshole starts freaking out for some reason...”

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ART || Spring Fling.

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everyartisariot :

“I never got to ask you about the kind of liquor you liked.” He began to amble towards the bar, hopes high that the other would follow. Timek looked like someone who enjoyed his intoxicants and the thrill one obtains from them, or else that night wouldn’t have occurred at all. And, somehow, it had attached itself to Art’s memory and here they were. “I requested you for intentions that I don’t even know myself. As I am the one giving the orders for the next … 1 hour and 40 minutes - surprise me. But first, we gotta exchange names.” 

“Well lucky for you, my favorite kind of Liquor is typically anything that’s in my glass,” He tossed the other a wink, laughing for a moment before shaking his head. “Seriously though, I’d rather just beer.” He was a simple guy at the end of the day, not someone who needed something fancy to get drunk, just a few bottles of beer and that was it- even though he wouldn’t have turned down a drink that was offered to him. “Ah- I was hoping to keep you as the mysterious man who didn’t think I can handle my alcohol as your name in my head, but...if you must know, the names Timek- I mean, technically it’s Zach? But people tend to go by my last name.” It was something that he had been used to since he was a kid, not many people besides his mother called him Zachary- that or his coach. “So- Mr. Saves the day, do you even have a real name?”

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constant.

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stateofconstant :

So Timek didn’t know. Constant wasn’t surprised. The news that he was no longer Steven’s pet wouldn’t be spread around until tomorrow. Right now everyone was having too much fun to worry about suck things. He wondered for a moment if Steve was having a good time then told himself his was being stupid. Of course, he was. He was with that other man and they were having a great time. In fact, Steve probably was relieved. He had lost an albatross from around his neck and could be free. Why was more and more that Constant became a burden on people? Like now. Timek shouldn’t be here talking to him. He should be having fun a the party too. Constant wasn’t worth giving that up. The shove on the door jarred him out of his thoughts. Timek bust in? He wouldn’t out it past the other. Still Constant didn’t want Timek to see him like this, ugly, his hand busted up, in his underwear among the wreckage of his room. “Timek, I’m not feeling well, so just go back to the party, ok? Have fun. Dance. Don’t worry about me.”

Timek could see through it all- he knew Constant, knew that if the other really wasn’t feeling well, he probably would have left him in anyway, let Timek try something to make him feel better. No- this ran deeper than some sort of sickness, which was something that pushed worry through the younger. “I’m not going back to the party, because something is fucking wrong and you won’t tell me what it is.” He commented as he bit down on his lip, putting both hands against the door to try and worm his way in, “Now move out of the way Con, and let me in, because I don’t fucking trust you right now.” Constant was the one person that always seemed to be there at the exact time that Timek needed him the most, so if Timek were to leave now? Well he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself. “Con. Let. Me. In.”

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constant.

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stateofconstant :

The knocking at the door started Constant awake and peered around his surroundings bleary-eyed. For a moment he wasn’t sure where he was then is slowly came to him he was in his bathroom. Then he remembered why he was there asleep on the cold tiles. He pushed himself up on one arm and look back into his room. It was ransacked. He thought he should be ashamed or worried about it, but he wasn’t he could really bring himself to care at all. Why bother? There were just things… Much like himself. The knocking came again and he thought to ignore it. He was cold, empty and his hand hurt from punching the mirror. He didn’t want to deal with people. Then he heard Timek’s voice. He had been looking for him? Frowning, Constant stiffly dragged himself off the floor and stumbled his way toward the door, kicking things out of his way as he went. “Timek? He said opening the door a crack, “Why aren’t you at the party, huh? You should be out there having a good time. Not looking for me.

Timek was moments from turning around when he heard the door crack open, and the calling of his name. Letting out a sigh of relief, he began to shake his head, what did Constant think he was doing when he left the Spring Fling in order to hide in his room? It simply wasn’t allowed, not when Timek was trying to make sure everyone around him was having the most fun available, “Because you weren’t fucking there.” He commented roughly, though there was still a smile on his face, one that dropped when he realized Constant wasn’t opening the door any further than a crack- that he was still left on the outside. The worry began to return, something deep in the pit of his chest as he pushed his hand against the door, “You can either let me in now, or I’ll push my way in- something’s wrong, so either you let me worry and let me in or- well, I already said what I’ll do.” His teeth clenched in worry, the last thing he wanted was for the man who had watched over him so many times to be hurting.