Midnight Sonata

Steven Blackwell || 37 || Former Owner & Client of the Haus

[stevenxblackwell]

[alexkingx]

The moans as his digits worked his former lover open had Alexander all but throbbing to enter him. Fucking hell, how he had missed those sounds from Steven, not to mention how the man pressed back and rolled his ass against his hand, fucking himself with Alex’s fingers wanting more. There was no denying that Steven and Alexander were both desperate for each other, and the more that Steven fucked himself back against Alex’s fingers god damn the hungrier the King brother became. His body seemed to be working with a mind of it’s own, Alexander’s brain no longer in control as the two of their bodies reacted to the touch of one another.

He hadn’t even realized words were coming out as he said them, though when the other responded it seemed to snap Alexander back to some sort of reality as he listened. When Steven looked back at Alexander the King’s heart just about stopped at the use of the word goodbye. Could tonight be an actual goodbye for them? Was this how they were going to be finished? One final fuck, for old times sake, and then Steven would be out the door. It seemed easy enough, and yet he knew deep within his heart that it was the last thing that he would want. This couldn’t be goodbye, not when there were so many feelings still shared between the both of them. As much as a goodbye would be the easiest route to take it simply wasn’t acceptable.

As soon as Steven moved Alex’s hand away he couldn’t help but let out a groan unsure of where this was heading. Had he said something wrong and Steven was going to leave him, rock hard and needy, aching and miserable for the release that only Steven could provide? That would be straight up hell, and he hoped that the look he gave the other when their faces were mere inches apart conveyed that he couldn’t handle Steven just up and walking away. Sure, it would be the PERFECT payback for the other, but one that Alex just couldn’t fathom. Not when they both needed each other so desperately - tonight being the perfect proof of that.

He let out a shaky breath as Steven’s hand lay possession of his cock, those slow deliberate strokes that left Alexander needing more, with Steven in complete control. It never usually happened so easily, Alexander relinquishing control like this, but Steven always knew EXACTLY what to do to take the lead whenever he wanted. The two worked so perfectly together - the power and control shifting seamlessly between them, something he had never had with anyone else. He couldn’t explain it either, especially because he absolutely LOVED being the one in control, but there was just something about being with Steven that had him loving sharing the control.

Like right now, the moment that his hand came to splay against Alex’s chest as he began to push him backwards, hand still in control of his throbbing member. Alex didn’t fight the move, didn’t even care where he was being pushed, and soon his ass landed flat on top of one of the nicer chairs in the club. His hands wrapped around the others waist to make sure that he’d come down with him though it was obvious that was Steven’s intention all along. “Pretty sure you had a voice, you just used it to moan like a little slut back there,” he smirked egging the other on because it truly was a lot of fun, and he knew that Steven could take everything that was thrown at him.

He did miss this more than he had remembered, their bodies so close to one another, Steven straddling him as they looked directly into each others eyes. This was such a vulnerable position for Alex because it meant that he couldn’t hide any emotion from the other - everything he was feeling would be written on his face, and when they were looking directly into each others souls Alex was afraid of what his would tell the other. His eyes slanted as Steven mentioned forgetting how to fuck a real man, and of course Patrick came to mind - only for a moment though because fuck tonight wasn’t about him, it was about the two of these men.

“I guess we’ll just have to see how much I remember,” and with that there were no more words, Alex wrapping a hand around the others frame as he used his other hand to help guide him towards Steven’s entrance, thrusting upwards not bothering to wait for Steven to sink and settle on him. He needed to be inside of him, desperate to feel what he had loved so long ago, the ass that was made for only him. Fucking hell, a wild moan escaped as he leaned his head back against the chair slowly rolling his hips as he helped ease his former lover down into a settled sitting position, his former flame having taken every last inch of him inside.

[stevenxblackwell]

Steven knew what he was doing. Or at least – he believed he did. He could have Alex fucking him in any position he could think of. Just bend him over a surface and fuck him from behind or lay down on a table only to have his former lover spread his legs and split him in half every time he would decide to move. But those were the easy positions. They would lack the intimacy he was seeking for. Yes, what he was planning was a double-edged blade for if he could see the look on Alex’s face, that would mean that Alex could see the look on his. There would be no more escape routes if he actually did that. If he straddled his former lover and rode him until Alex was a damn mess of moans and cries of bliss and pleasure. But he wanted to see. A part of him wanted to see whether or not his former lover still had feelings for him if this encounter would mean more to him than just a fuck for good old days…

And he wanted to torture Alex some more.

The Blackwell remained on top of Alex for what felt like forever. They were so damn close now, their naked bodies feeling one another, remembering how good they used to be when they were together. He could see the lust reflected in the King’s blue eyes just as much as Alex could see his own reflecting the exact same thing. They both WANTED this. The backlash that would come from this would be determined by how strong their willpower was. Would it be just a goodbye fuck? Steven contemplated that for a moment. He could just fuck Alex like never before, remembering the man who had broken his heart of how good they used to be together and how no one in that damned island – or out of it – would ever come close to being as good as he was. Ruin every single fuck that Alex would have after this… for no one would even come close to this. To be the one that defied him every step of the way. No one would ever be as equal to Alexander as he was.

There was a moment when Steven went silent – granting the King that brief respite where he would have some modicum of control to enter him. It… felt so fucking surreal. The moment Alexander pushed inside him – the moment he felt his former lover’s cock invade him yet again and send those shockwaves of pain and slight discomfort rushing all over him, all Steven could do was close his eyes. He remembered every single time they fucked. All those times when they would roll naked in a hotel bed and take turns fucking one another. The taste of Alex’s tongue was inside his mouth as they were drunk and hungry for one another. He remembered how it felt to be full – to have every inch of Alex buried balls deep inside him, making him feel like he was being split in half. And the sex would be so rough and yet so intimate, their hands linking, their eyes always seeking the other, their mouths craving for more of the other’s kissing.

He remembered everything as he felt Alex push deeper into him – his head tossed back as Steven grunted in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Oh… he had missed this. It hurt because it had been so long since someone had ever fucked him – Alex had been the last all those years ago – his tightness clenching around the monstrous intrusion as his own cock throbbed and oozed, even more, precome all over Alex’s abs and chest. “I forgot how big you were.” And it felt fucking fantastic to have those waves of pain and pleasure shooting all over his body as Steven sat up straight, rolling his ass against the other man’s lap just to accommodate Alex inside of him and give himself some much needed time to adjust. And the more he could feel Alex throb inside of him… the more Steven would clench around the intrusion. That’s how things worked.

“You don’t need to remember shit.” Steven looked straight into Alex’s eyes and his right hand closed around his throat while the left moved back to support itself over one of his lover’s knees. “I’ll just fucking show you how a REAL man gets things done. Oh, and Lex…” As fingers clenched around the King’s throat, Steven leaned forward and brushed their lips together in a teasing fashion, sticking out his tongue to gently trail the edges of his lover’s mouth. “You have lost all privileges to come inside me. So be a good little boy… and let me know when you get close. I haven’t forgiven nor forgotten yet.” His body was pulled upright once more and Steven rolled his head a couple of times before he started to move. Slow for the first few seconds – just enough to accommodate himself and feel Alex’s pride slide in and out of him like the good old days. He wouldn’t bottom for just anyone – so Alex better enjoy that little trip down motherfucking Memory Lane. And once he was used to the size inside of him, all Steven could do was pick up the pace. From 0 to 100 in seconds as he impaled himself hard and fast on his lover’s erection, his grunts and growls filling the damn empty space around them as his fingers kept clenching around the King’s throat and knee.

[alexkingx]

“Wouldn’t want it to,” he smirked as he took a second to appreciate the sight he had before him, the Blackwell leant against the bar, cheeks spread by the Kings hands, and that fucking gasp that he’d be dreaming about later when he was alone in his room? Jesus, he had forgotten just how much he absolutely loved moments like this, and considering he never knew when it’d happen again he sure as hell would take advantage of the time he was given. He would never want to change Steven’s opinion of him, he should be hated, he was a monster, and he knew nothing he could do would change that - it was better for Steven to keep his distance, fuck and then forget about him, move on and find peace. Alexander wasn’t worthy of a happy ending after what he’d done - irregardless of whether it was with Steven or even Patrick. Both men were better off without him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun in the interim right?

His thoughts seemed to dissolve into nothing as soon as he heard that damn growl leave his ex’s lips as his tongue entered him unceremoniously. He was not going to be wasting any damn time, and fuck did he MISS how good he could make the other feel, especially when it meant sweet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips that he couldn’t bare to hold back. To feel just how TIGHT he was, knowing that he was clenching, trying to keep him from ravaging him like all the times before…god fucking damn this was a perfect moment that Alexander needed to mentally capture for when he was alone later. “Loosen up, Blackwell,” he teased, giving the others cheeks a tight squeeze before offering a slap against one, drowning himself in the others ass as he fucking craved it like air in the moment.

The quip, him losing his touch, that was laughable at best considering the damn slut his tongue was turning the other into. He could feel the others legs quivering beneath him, those sultry moans that were escaping, so the words meant nothing to Alexander as he instead moved his tongue faster, deeper, letting out a damn groan himself as he felt the others hand in his hair burying him further between his cheeks. Fucking hell, this was absolute heaven, knowing that Steven Blackwell wanted him just as badly as he was wanting him in return? He knew the Blackwell brother was just doing this to piss him off, to light a damn fire in his belly, but he wouldn’t let those words effect him - at least not in a negative way. He wanted to give Steven what he wanted, prove to him that he was no less a King now than he was before, and if it was howling that he wanted Alexander would make sure he sang his praises to the moon tonight.

Not before having a little fun of his own though, pushing back against the hand that drew him closer, “I could always stop if I’m doing such a bad job,” he smirked, having zero intentions of stopping though at least he could pretend right? His finger came up to circle the mans entrance, his tongue teasing as it trailed behind his finger, circling the muscled rim as he absolutely LOVED tormenting the other. “We both know you're anything but bored right now," he quipped, refusing to believe for a minute that Steven didn't feel just as much anticipation as Alexander did. They'd always been so damn connected, Alexander taking his finger into his mouth to wet it, eyes closed as he slowly pressed his finger against the others tight ring.

"You're free to leave, if you're so bored," his words no longer were filled with venom, instead lust as his finger wasted no more time sinking deep inside of the other, beginning to finger fuck his former flame as his lips left a trail of hot kisses up his back, Alexander lifting himself back to standing, his tongue trailing over the Blackwell's skin, free hand roaming over the others body wanting to feel every last inch of him - a second finger working it's way into him as he began to scissor the others hole open, stretching it out for him, working it open like he'd done time and time before. "I want you to stay though," his mouth brushing over the others shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin in a possessive bite that was sure to leave a mark, "for old times sake..." He smirked, sucking at the flesh he'd just marked to draw out the redness. Sure, his words were going to piss Steven off, but wasn't that what the point of tonight had been? To make sure he continued to hate him?

[stevenxblackwell]

There was no more escaping now. Even if a part of his brain wanted nothing more than to just leave – because Alexander was trash – Steven knew he wanted to stay. His heart and his body wanted to stay. The familiar touch on his body summoned all sorts of memories from happier times, moments where the two of them had been blissfully HAPPY. No matter what words would escape his lips or how badly he wanted to sound venomous and snarky, Steven was fully aware that Alex could see right through his lies. Just like he could do the same to the older King brother. That was the downside of them knowing each other that well. They couldn’t hide anything from the other – no matter how hard they tried. They could fool the entire world and make everything think what they wanted for them to think…. but they could never fool each other. And that was something that infuriated Steven as much as it drove him crazy. To be read like a damn open book, knowing that no matter how he tried to sound bored or dismissive… at that moment, Alex could see right through him and he could see that he WANTED this just as badly as the King did. Steven had little control over his body now. He would arch his back and roll his ass back against the intruding tongue, closing his eyes and only seeing sparks of light behind his eyelids as a never-ending stream of shivers danced down his spine as Alex continued to eat him out. No other man had ever done that. They were not allowed. They were beneath him in every sense of the word. But Alex was doing that. Pushing his tongue inside him and force his body to react, to clench around the invasion while his entire nervous system appeared to go into overdrive. Steven hated how much he loved it. He despised how much he had missed this – this moment where he could just relinquish everything and let Lex take care of him because he knew that Alexander King would do just that. He would take care of him, please him, and treat him as his equal. Even if all Steven wanted to do was to fuck Alex and leave him dripping somewhere before leaving – a nice little payback for everything – there was also that fragment of him that sought to lose himself in Alex’s arms. They had been so happy once… Until they were not. “You are fishing for compliments, Lex.” Steven shook his head in order to regain some modicum of control – which was easier said than done for his words became a lewd moan the moment he felt that first finger enter him and invade him like no one else had done before. There was a jolt of pain spiraling down his body and Steven bite down his own lip to suppress a groan, doing his best to relax against the sudden intrusion. Of course, Alex knew what to do to have him on the ropes. To have him craving for him like he had done so many times in the past. Maybe they needed this? Just fuck away all the hate and despite that he nurtured towards Alex, fuck him and dump him so that the older King would finally be out of his fucking system – so that he could move on with his life. That was the idea, right? Show Alex what he was missing, remind him that no matter whose whore he would fuck, they would never come close to the pleasure he could provide – and move on with his life. That was a nice plan. The second finger came in and began to scissor him and Steven was unable to stop his moans. He wanted to but all he could do was moan as loud as his throat would allow it, his own body yet again betraying him and rolling his ass against those digits so that he could fuck himself on them like he was this common slut. It had been so fucking long since he had been in that position. He had only bottomed for Alex for Steven would only bottom for the man he loved. For the man he trusted enough to relinquish some control. It had been years since someone had paid any attention to his ass and fuck – it made the Blackwell feel like he was a damn virgin all over again, needy and hungry for that one man that shouldn’t even deserve a fraction of his attention. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Steven barely registered the kisses up his spine – or even the words being spoken by Alex until the moment the bite came. It fucking HURT but it also turned him on so damn much that all he wanted to do was push Alex to the nearest chair and ride the fuck out of him until his eyes would roll to the back of his head. “Is that why you want me to stay?” Steven swallowed hard as he turned his head toward Alex, his body still rocking itself desperately against those fingers that were hitting the right spot within him, making his knees finally tremble with the effort. It was so fucking hard to think right now. To form any sort of coherent thoughts or even words. “You want me to stay for old time’s sake? A little goodbye fuck?” There was something about that scenario that irked Steven to no end. Yes, he also wanted that sort of goodbye fuck. Show Alex what he had missed all those years and ruin whatever encounter he would have after them being together because Steven Blackwell knew that no matter how many guys Alex would fuck – they would never come close to how good he made him feel.

In a spur of the moment, Steven removed the fingers from inside him – he did feel so empty without them – and turned to face Alex as he pressed his own back against the bar counter. They were staring each other in the eye now. No blinking, no looking away. Just looking into each other’s eyes and souls – reading one another like a book that they had already memorized. “You don’t get to decide that, Lex.” Steven’s tone was menacing at best as his right hand closed around the imposing length of his former lover and stroked him in a rather possessive and rough way. He wanted to remind Alex that he had once owned him – just as much as Alex had owned him back. “You already made far too many decisions on your own without giving me a voice.” With his hand still closed around Alex’s cock, Steven pressed the other on Alex’s chest and slowly pushed him away from the bar counter until he could roughly push the older King into one of those somewhat elegant leather chairs – no accounting for taste there – so that he could lose no time in straddling his former lover,. arms wrapping themselves around Alex’s neck.

“You don’t get a saying anymore, Lex. The last time you decided something, you destroyed us. Let someone better than you call the shots now, yes? So be a good little boy… and fuck me. Or…” Steven paused for a moment as a rather mocking expression formed on his lips – his blue eyes narrowing toward the other male. “Or have you forgotten how to fuck a real man? I get it… you’re so used to fuck whores that you can’t be bothered putting an effort behind your actions. Do you even remember how it feels like to be with an actual man?”

[stevenxblackwell]

[justaholesir]

STEVE LUND as Jake Schitt’s Creek (2015) Season 3 Episode 1: “Opening Night”

[stevenxblackwell]

[stevenxblackwell]

How old were you when you lost your virginity?

".... Do you really expect me to answer this question out of the goodness of my heart? In what world would I lose my precious time answering such a ridiculous question? Why do you care when I lost my virginity? Will that help you sleep better at night? Will the answer provide some sort of solace to your curious inquiry? Your curiosity is not my problem. Go bother someone else."

[alexkingx]

Fuck, had Alexander missed this more than he could have ever imagined, their bodies pressed together as he felt the others heartbeat against his chest. Their frantic kisses, both fighting for that dominant role, to be the one in charge of intensity, and yet at the same time he could feel the both of them giving that control to the other as well - like a fucking sick and twisted game of back and forth. Wanting to be in control, needing the other to take that role, because when the two of them were together it was never one above the other - they were equals who gave as much as they took, and fuck when they took it was absolutely world altering.

He had to pull away, though his thoughts were still very much focused on having Steven’s body against his once more, so this little display wouldn’t last long - his body wouldn’t allow theirs to be separate for too long. Not in a moment like this, not given how much the both of them NEED this, need each other. He made the move that would surpass all he’d done tonight, undressing infront of the other until he stood there completely naked. His heart was RACING in the moment, given just how long it had been since he’d been in a position like this with Steven, but fuck if he regretted anything tonight. Sure, the club would have to be picked up and put back together, but that wasn’t his fucking job.

As though their bodies were magnetic he didn’t stay away from the other for long, instead coming back to capture his lips in a heated kiss that left no room for even a single thought aside from how good this had felt. He couldn’t help himself, after he’d helped the other loosen his pants, them hanging on his hips though Alex paid no fucking mind to it. Instead, one tug brought the others underwear down just enough to expose that perfect cock that Alexander had devoured so many times before, the King’s mouth practically watering as all he wanted to do was sink to his knees and force every last inch that he could down his throat. No other cock could elicit such a response from Alex, but with Steven, god damn Alex couldn’t help himself.

He wanted to rile the other up though, get all the hate and venom out because he knew it’d make the fuck a hundred times better, and so he edged the other through words. Hearing Steven spew out his hatred, it just turned Alexander on more as he watched him, though the slap was definitely not something he saw coming. His face had STUNG, but instead of retreating or pulling back at all he instead pressed their lips together harder, his teeth tugging at the others lip to bring some pain himself. “You’re going to hit me one too many times,” he warned the other, his tone very low as his hand came to cup the others face refusing to give him any distance. His head was yanked away though, instead exposing his neck for the other, but Alexander didn’t move - he let Steven have his moment, a hiss as he felt the others teeth sink into him but fuck at the same time it had felt just as good as he’d remembered.

He’d been so lost in the moment that he didn’t even realize that Steven had removed his hand, flipping their positions so that now Alexander’s back was flush against the countertop. With each venomous word, combined with the fact his body rolled so fucking gorgeously against him, their erections captured between them as Alexander just let his head fall back to enjoy the moment - knowing that his assault on Alex’s neck would certainly leave one hell of a mark when all was said and done. He wasn’t one to let people mark him, only Patrick had usually had that luxury on the island, but Steven - well it was clear given how Alex was responding that he’d had permission to do whatever the hell he wanted - nothing being off limits.

He paid very close attention to the others hands, even as his tongue and teeth clashed against his skin, those hands sinking lower down his body as he could feel his breath hitching in his throat in anticipation. He had LONGED for this moment, to have his lovers hand on him once more, to claim his cock as only his - and then as soon as he’d felt that hand wrap around him, those few strokes to start, it seemed his entire world had just imploded and he was left a damn pile of scraps needing to be picked up and remolded into something that actually made sense. NOBODY had ever made him feel like Steven did, not even Patrick, and in this moment - giving complete control to Steven - he remembered all the good, bad, brilliant that could come from it.

Their gazes met and Alex could see past the words he was saying, the look of love and longing that the two were sharing, though everything that Steven said countered the look they were exchanging. That was alright though, Alexander could see past the words, know what he had truly meant, and when their lips touched it was as though the heavens had opened up and all seemed right in the world in the moment. This was not how it was supposed to be going, “I know,” he whispered, understanding the hate the other had for him, and in that moment he knew what needed to be done. “I know,” he said it again, validating the others feelings, pushing him back so that he could spin them once more, feeling the others back hit the counter as Alex turned him so that his stomach now press against it. He dropped to his knees, something that he would NEVER do for anyone aside from a select few, hands firmly on the others ass as he spread his lovers cheeks, NEEDING this as his tongue found the mans hole without hesitation, practically smothering himself as he gave those delectable cheeks a squeeze.

[stevenxblackwell]

There was something about the way Alexander said I know that made Steven actually pause his relentless attack. It wasn’t just the tone of his voice – low and quite kind – almost like Alexander truly understood what he meant with those words. He did hate Alexander. He hated the other man so damn much that Steven could barely feel anything else other than rage when he thought about him over the past years. And that was because he had loved Alexander more than he had ever loved anyone in his life. That’s why everything hurt so much. Why even after therapy and attempting to move onward – Steven still couldn’t do it. A part of him was anchored on what he and Alex used to have. On the closest thing, anyone would ever get to a fairy tale. Was there anything more perfect than to marry the man you loved and live happily ever after? Joshua had done it and Steven could see just how overjoyed his older brother was in the company of his husband. He could have had the exact same thing. He could be with the man he loved for over five years now and they would be freaking unstoppable…

But maybe happy endings were not in the cards for him.

Even if Alexander was saying all the right things and looking at him the same way he used to do back in the day – lovingly and caringly – no matter how Steven still felt love deep within him, a part of him would always hate that man. A part of him would always blame him for destroying their happy ending. For not trusting him enough to deal with what threatened them together. Yes, their parents alone were scary individuals and together they were at a brand new stage of nightmare … but they could have done it. Why didn’t Alexander give them a chance? Why couldn’t he…? Why didn’t he…? But at that moment, as those words rang inside his mind, Steven could see the man he had fallen in love all those years ago. The beacon amongst the storm. The one place he had ever felt secure in. That was the Alexander that he had fallen madly in love with. Oh… how Steven wanted to dare to dream once more but the hate he still nurtured – the injured pride, the loneliness… those elements wouldn’t let things go back to the way they were so easy.

But Lex knew.

He KNEW.

The sudden pull and twist were both expected but surprising. Steven’s hands slammed over the bar counter as Alexander took control of his body – such a familiar display of possessiveness – already knowing what was going to happen. Every cell in his body was urging him to turn the tables on Alex once again. He wasn’t there to be dominated or controlled – even if temporarily. That was something that they used to do when they were together. It wasn’t about the dominance or the displays of power. They could have that with anyone else. It was about matching the other’s intensity. About reminding one another how equal they were. Alex would fuck him and he would fuck Alex. They would roll naked in bed for hours, taking turns in showing their love and appreciation for each other. It wasn’t about being dominated or forcing the other to be submissive. It was about reminding one another that no one in the entire world could ever be as equal as the other. They were on the same step. They would always be on the same step – never one above nor one below.

A loud gasp danced out of Steven’s lips when Alex’s strong hands spread his cheeks open. No other man ever had the right to do so nor would be that fucking audacious. But Lex was on his knees for him. And a King never knelt for anyone. “This doesn’t change a thing. I still hate you.” And loved him. And wanted to kick him in the face but also kiss him. Push him away but also reel him in. But hate or no hate – Alexander’s tongue entered him without care and Steven growled like a caged beast, slamming both of his fists against the counter once more. He was both clenching as hard as he could to deny Alex entrance – but also relaxing to let that familiar tongue to invade him. He wanted to moan and cuss, scream, and gasp… To reach back and pull away but also shove his head deeper between his cheeks so that he could remind him how fucking decadent it was to have his ass devoured like that.

“You are losing your touch.” Venomous words came from a man whose head was spinning with conflicting emotions and drowning in pleasure. Steve reached back – one hand grabbing those silky blond strands and forcing Alexander’s face harder between his cheeks. His tongue wasn’t deep enough. His knees were not trembling enough. But fucking hell – it felt so fucking good that took Steven everything he had not to fuck himself on the other man’s tongue. “If you are going to eat ass – do it like you mean it.” If Alex thought he was just going to be a good boy and take it – he was so sadly mistaken. He had the anonymous whores for that. “Back in the day, you could make me howl. Now? I’m almost bored…”

[stevenxblackwell]

[charlestonking]

- ☼* -

"That's not the only reason. Yeah, it's the main one but I also find you to be very attractive." It wasn't much of a defense. He was basically arguing that the wasn't only talking to the man because he was bored... but also because he was hot. Good thing he was only teasing; mostly.

Cocking his head and turning to face the man a bit more fully, Asher couldn't help but furrow his brows. He wasn't being rude, or sharp or anything like that, but the way he was carrying himself and the way he spoke felt a bit condescending. It almost felt like a warning, that this man wasn't the type to try and play idle games with, but that didn't bother Asher. Unfortunately that only made the man more interesting to him.

After the shots were poured, Asher quickly grabbed one and lifted it towards the other man to toast him. "To your generosity." There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice but he wasn't going to push things. He wanted the drinks; and part of him wanted to prove he was more than capable of keeping the man with him entertained. "Make it good? Okay, well since I'm going first and I don't want to fail to deliver might as well skip past going the boring, get to know someone route by picking truth so... dare-- an' you don't have to worry about pulling your punches, though something tells me you aren't the type to worry about that in general. I'm hard to embarrass so feel free to go as crazy you want with a dare. I am trying to keep you amused so I can drink, right?"

[stevenxblackwell]

Honestly, Steven didn’t care one bit regarding the reasoning behind the approach. Sure, the staff wanted to get trashed and the only way to do so was with a client – and stating the obvious that he was attractive wouldn’t win him any brownie points. The Blackwell knew he was attractive. He knew how hot he was, how great he was in bed, and how fucking lucky anyone would be to have him buried balls deep inside their ass and make them scream like a possessed goat. Stating the obvious would get the other man nowhere… but he was feeling generous. Perhaps all this little game that they were about to play would lead to something. It all depended on how good that pretty little thing would be keeping his word. “I wasn’t planning on holding any punches. We are not in preschool.” Others probably would start this silly little game with innocent questions, wanting to get to know the person and make them look more appealing. That was a sheep’s mentality. Steven didn’t care whether or not the other man liked his personality. He wasn’t there for a fucking boyfriend experience or to hold hands and sing motherfucking kumbaya. He was there to fuck. To be pleased by the whores around the place, just like he had been before when he was one of the owners. And if they were truly going to play a nice game of truth and dare with someone who claimed to be hard to embarrass – Steven would make absolutely sure that he would not hold any punches whatsoever.

So the dare was not surprising. Reaching for his own shot glass, his eyes narrowed toward the staff member. It would be easy to get him naked where he sat. To have him bending over and showing off his ass to everyone present. Those were child’s play that would work to the staff’s benefit by fuelling his ego. But he also didn’t want to start with something so outlandish since it would remove some better ideas for later down the game. “I’ll increase the difficulty every round so let’s start with something basic.” Blue eyes took in the full appearance of the staff. He was handsome, no doubt. There would be time to peel those clothes off his body. “Show me how vocal you are when you have an orgasm.” Again, child’s play but Steven always liked his bitches to be incredibly vocal. “And before you roll your eyes and claim to be easy – I do like a vocal whore. If you’re not vocal enough, my interest is gone in a heartbeat… and that would mean no more drinks to you.”

[charlestonking]

☼ location | sunset beach bar ☼ open to | anyone (assume connections if fellow staff)

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"One drink." That was going to be the hardest thing for him to adjust too. Not being able to drink unless he was hanging off the arm of a generous client. In theory he shouldn't have been drinking at all, since he was technically always working, so he should have been thankful for the one drink to begin with... but Asher was used to being able to drink whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Okay," he grumbled under his breath as he turned to address the man near him. "Since I can't drink to entertain myself tonight maybe you can help me out? I'm not going to be picky, it doesn't have to be anything extravagant. We can even play something simple like Truth or Dare... I just need something to do..."

[stevenxblackwell]

Why? Why couldn’t he have just one moment for himself without being bothered by some talkative cockroach who assumed he had the most social face around? In what universe was this a good idea? But that was Steven’s way of viewing things. He couldn’t exactly blame a staff member for wanting some degree of entertainment – and at least this one was easy for the eye. A part of him wanted to just say no. Tell the dude to go bother someone else, that he was just not that into charity, and that his entertainment was none of his business. But at the same time…? Why not? Even if the suggestion of a game of truth and dare was nothing short of infantile and a clear waste of his time. Why the fuck not? It was obvious that the pretty little thing addressing him had no clue in the world of who he was… and Steven could very well have some fun with that lack of information.

“So…” His head tilted to the side, blue eyes narrowing in a mixture of annoyance and amusement wrapped into a single thing. He just happened to be the one providing drinks and entertainment to a staff – when it should work the other way around. The whores around the place should entertain him. “You just addressing me because you want to drink and you need an excuse to drink… and since you’re working, you are praying that I’m a good guy that will tag along with your plan. That being said if I agree – you can drink all you want because you are doing your job to entertain me when I’m actually the one providing some modicum of entertainment to you.” Fuck – he was going to enjoy whipping this little shit into shape. Not his fault the King brothers couldn’t keep their mutts in line. “Alright… I’m feeling generous and I’ll indulge you in this makeshift activity.” Steven motioned to the bartender and requested two shot glasses and to leave the damn vodka bottle there. The last thing he wanted was to lose time calling out to a lousy bartender. “I’ll even be generous and let you go first.” The glasses were now filled with the translucid liquid and Steven quickly pushed one of them toward the staff. “Make it good. The drinks will only flow for as long as you succeed in keeping me amused.”

[stevenxblackwell]

[alexkingx]

Hearing Steven come right out and tell him he’d wished he had died, that Alexander hadn’t did what he did to protect him, because now he’d given him a fate worse than death was the absolute hardest thing for Alexander to listen to. He looked down at the floor as Steven just continued to assault him with words - the King brother not usually one to cower when in an argument but there was just something about how Steven had said those words that made him freeze in place. To wish death upon himself because it would have been better than what he’d dealt with, to want it all over with, that Alexander had killed the man he had once been - the man that the King brother had grown to love more than any other person in the universe. He’d thought he’d been protecting him when in reality he was the one who had plunged the dagger through his chest - killing him with his own two hands.

In a moment of emotional need Alex had moved and kissed him. He’d had him held so damn close to him, those words anchoring their feet to the ground, but in desperation and despair Alex had moved in to silence the man he had once loved more than anything in the world. He had expected to be pushed away, punched, tackled to the fucking ground and pummeled into dust - anything that would help Steven get rid of some of that anger he held inside towards him. None of that happened though, instead Alexander’s body was pulled in as Steven grabbed a hold of his collar, a moan escaping the elder King because of how good the possessiveness had felt. He’d missed that, all these years that the two had been away, the feeling of both wanting each other just as badly and sharing the possession.

He moved swiftly with the other, and as soon as Steven’s back hit the counter of the bar Alexander’s hands were pressed against the bar on either side of him to trap him between them, his body remaining pinned against the others as their lips never once broke contact during that searing emotional kiss. Hearing his name spoken awakened something long since hidden in Alexander, trying to shake that feeling away, bury it back where it belonged but fuck - how could he hide his true feelings for Steven Blackwell at a time like this? He couldn’t, if anyone on this world could read his body language it was Steven, and the neediness and hunger that were on display right now proved that Alexander hadn’t moved on like the Blackwell brother had thought. Yes, he had feelings for Patrick, he loved the hell out of that man, but there was just something between him and Steven that’d always come first.

Fuck, he was in way over his damn head right now.

He let out a soft gasp as his shirt was ripped open, not that he cared too much when it meant easier access for Steven’s hands to touch his body. He would have thought this had been some fever dream had Steven not continuously remind him how much he hated him between each kiss, Alexander saying nothing in return because he couldn’t - he had never hated Steven, had longed for them to reconcile and at least be in each others lives in some capacity. He knew that they'd probably never be together again, and honestly Alexander was alright with that - so long as the other didn't hate him for doing what he thought was best. He was his first love, and even if he did love Patrick the intensity behind it was unmatched to what he had felt for Steven. Those two had everything, until Alexander had turned it into nothing, and now who knew what would ever come out of this - aside from what would be the most intense hate fuck because there wasn't a chance in hell Alexander was walking away from this, not when their bodies were proving to desperately need each other.

He made quick work of tugging at Steven's shirt to remove it, a hiss leaving his lips when the other bit him, but fuck if that didn't just rile him up more as he tossed Steven's shirt aside like it were nothing. His chest, that beautifully sculpted body, his fingers wound their way through his hair as he moved his hand to help Steven undo his pants, because fuck if Alexander needed them on anymore and Steven was sure struggling. "Losing your touch, Steven, forget how to get the job done?" He smirked, wanting to rile the other up some more, to feel that hatred pour out of him even more, his pants hanging loose at his hips as he gave the Blackwell an inquisitive look, pulling away from the kiss for a moment as he took a step away from the bar, separating their bodies for a moment just to let this image of Steven in complete desperation wanting him as much as he hated him. In truth, Alexander looked just as desperate though as his pants hung loosely on his hips.

"Tell me again how much you hate me," he couldn't stop the damn smirk, knowing that was probably pissing the other off even more, "how you want nothing more than to burn my entire world to the ground...." In one swift motion he yanked his pants down to his knees, boxer briefs with them so that his erection was prominently on display, just to show Steven how badly he wanted him right now. There was absolutely no denying the need he had for the other, the excitement that had wound him right up, how rock hard he was for his former flame. "Tell me again how much you despise me, piss on all I hold dearly, I want to hear you say the fucking words Steven." He stepped back so that he was pressed against him once more, his erection against Steven with no fucking shame, Alexander making quick work of undoing the others pants, and once they were unzipped his hand sunk beneath the fabric, forgoing his underwear as well as he found what he'd wanted - Steven just as hard as he had been, Alexander claiming his cock in his hand as his fingertips wrapped around it, stroking it through the fabric of both his pants and underwear. "Say it again..."

[stevenxblackwell]

Oh… how he hated him. How he loved him. How he wanted to destroy everything Alexander had ever once held dear and how he wanted to be the person that made his heart skip a beat all over again. Steven’s mind was in absolute turmoil. Like a hurricane had passed through and left everything messy and confused. He knew why he was at the island. Why he had gone there in the first place. His goal was clear as water: fuck Alexander up and make him pay for all the hurt and misery he had inflicted upon him over the past years. To make him feel every bit of pain and humiliation that he did. To have the things he loved the most taken away from him until he was left with absolutely nothing. Only when Alexander King was less than a shadow was when Steven would consider himself satisfied. Then – and only then – he would feel vindicated.

But the kisses that kept happening, that hunger that burned deep in his gut… the memories it summoned back onto his mind made him want the reverse. To be loved again. To be held in those strong arms and finally return home. Steven wanted to hear the sound of his own laughter once more – something that Alex made it so effortlessly. He had found his equal in that world, the same way Joshua had found it in Chase. Oh… how jealous he was of his older brother. To be able to find true love and live a carefree life where he didn’t care about anything as long as that special person was by his side. Alex was that person. He made him feel alive in ways that surpassed logic. He made him feel so damn happy that Steven could have sworn his heart could burst out of his chest. He had found the one place in that fetid, corrupted, and pustule covered world…. where he was truly himself.

There was no resistance coming from him when Alex tore his shirt open in order to expose his torso. Steven even aided between the frantic and desperate kisses by rolling his shoulders back and letting Alex undress him. Soon – their chests where pressed against one another, their hearts beating like one. Alex smooth, perfect chest against his hairy one as their lips and tongues clashed in a mortal battle for supremacy and control. How he had missed this… and how he hated how badly he craved it. How he had missed the scent of that body and the warmth of that skin… and how he hated how it reminded him of how lonely he had been.

Only when Alex pulled away from him and gained some distance was when Steven‘s eyes focused yet again. His mind was reeling still – fighting between thoughts and wants. His blue eyes narrowed as he watched the other man undress. Down with those pants and underwear until he stood naked before his eyes. Naked and formidably hard. How fucking magnanimous of him. And how fucking perfect. To see Alex completely naked before his eyes were something that Steven had never considered seeing again. Not other than on the videos they had – a mere memory on his mind that occasionally made him seek his own pleasure when he was alone. Alex was every bit of perfection as he remembered and knew that he was that aroused because of him? Because he wanted him just as bad? It did bring out of him this sense of pride. He still fucking got it.

Before he even had time to reply – definitely something sarcastic and designed to hurt – Alex’s lips were on him again. Kissing him in such a ravenous way, determined to make him lose focus on all the words that wanted to sip from his lips like venom. A loud and rather particularly lewd moan rolled from his parted lips the moment that familiar hand closed around his erection. Fucking Lord - how he had missed that grip around him, working him up to a state of madness that no one else would ever be capable of approaching. Stroking him in a slow but tantalizing pace, possessively gripping his manhood and making him release all those sultry sounds that definitely did not scream hate. Not at all. Fucking Alexander King. He knew his body like the back of his hand and Steven was aware that if he didn’t flip the tables now, Alex would have him where he wanted. How he wanted him.

“I. HATE. You.”

The words came before the slap. His right hand connecting so hard with Alexander’s face that Steven could feel his fingertips tingling upon the impact. He hated him. And the same hand that slapped the King was now reaching for the back of Alex’s head, yanking his hair back in such a rough manner that threatened to tear his hair from his scalp. The neck was now exposed. Steven attacked it like a vampire of old folklore tales – biting and kissing the pulse point as he became more and more intoxicated with the familiar taste on his tongue. He loved him. In that opening, his free hand removed Alexander’s from his pants and Steven switched their positions. He was the one pinning Alexander against the bar counter now. He was the one assaulting his neck like a rabid dog while his hips rolled and moved against the thick member between them. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” The more he said those words, the more he wanted to kiss and bite every bit of skin he could reach. Licking up that Adam’s apple while both of his hands caressed the body he had memorized years ago. “I hate you.” Nails scratched down the flanks, moving dangerously close to Alex cock.

And when Steven’s hand finally closed around it and pumped it a couple of times – that desperate throbbing against his palm and the wetness dripping over his fingers – his gaze met with Alex yet again. And while his eyes said one thing – his mouth said another. He hated him. He loved him. He wanted him gone. He wanted him by his side. “I hate everything about you. I hate the air that you breathe. I hate the fact that you abandoned me. I hate everything about you.” Lips touched – his breathing so irregular that almost looked like Steven had run a damn marathon. “I… hate… you…”

[romanatticusbeckett]

Of course Roman was used to people watching. Maybe it wasn’t the thing he was most proud of in the world, but it was who he was. Stripping, escorting, porn - he’d done it all, and didn’t have a remotely shy bone in his body. Still, he was only human, and of course Steven made him slightly nervous. Not enough to let it show though. He had a job to do, and despite the fact that the older male was technically the one pleasing Roman, he knew this wasn’t someone who gave away pleasure for free. This wasn’t just about putting on a show for the others around them, it was also about putting on a show for Steven.

Ro bit down on his lower lip when the older gave him orders to fuck his hand, almost hard enough to draw blood as he began thrusting his hips. The dancer had to stay in shape, otherwise there was no way his body could endure the physical demand of a place like this, not to mention dancing on almost a daily basis. He was moving fast, working his length in and out of the older’s grip like his life depended on it. Roman was breathing hard, his skin now coated with the sheerest layer of perspiration while moans involuntarily left his throat.

[stevenxblackwell]

It was good to see that the sluts around the Haus haven’t changed since his time alongside Joshua. They still knew their roles – they were still capable of performing whenever a client would demand that of them. The fact that the dancer on his lap was putting on a show for everyone was a bonus. Not that Steven cared about others, not when his attention was focused on the man on his lap, whispering the sweet nothings into his ear that would make him do what he instructed him to do. “Faster.” He could the desperation behind those thrusts. The hunger building up, the need not only for that selfish release but also to please him and put on a good enough show that would – perhaps – make him be requested more often after that. That was how the staff of the Haus operated. Impress the clients and have them eating out of the palm of your hand. In the end, those who held the power were the staff members for they were the ones that made the rich clients spend all their money… if only they were smart enough to not only understand but also make use of that power. “Tell me when you’re close, pretty boy.” Steven’s eyes narrowed as he closed his grip around Roman’s pride a bit harder, possessively gripping into him. “I might even get someone to drink it rather than letting it all go to waste…”

[stevenxblackwell]

"I've got roughly an hour of free time... I'll give you two coins for a distraction?"

Was he hearing right? For a split second, a very flabbergasted Steven looked straight toward the other man and wondered if he had lost his mind or smoked something that may have scrambled his brains in a very disorganized fashion. This one man... wanted one hour of his time for the measly price of two gold coins? Was he supposed to be in sales? Did he have the word CHARITY imprinted on his forehead? Kudos for the audacity of the request but as the other man would soon learn, things were done the Blackwell way and not the other way around.

"Two coins for one hour of my precious time. Don't get me wrong, I do like what I see." Definitely not one of those skin and bone twinks that he couldn't even use as a toothpick. "But in what universe would I spend one hour with you when I don't even know if you can last that long? And for two gold coins? Are you putting me in the same category as everyone else? Sweetheart, it would take a lot more than just two coins for you to spend time with me... let alone an hour. But..." Because Steven was indeed entertained by the sheer audacity of it all...

"Pledge your case. I won't give you an hour. My time is far too precious. But I can give you something - if you succeed in convincing me."

[stevenxblackwell]

[patrickxpearson]

In all honesty, Patrick knew that this day would come. His fitness center was open to staff and clients alike and it was popular enough to attract a vast number of people. Whether they would stay or not – was up to them… but sooner or later, they would walk through those doors and check the place out. And while Patrick was the sort of person that would greet everyone with a smile and make them feel welcome, there was this one person that he had no clue if he could do just that. And that one individual had just walked through the doors, looking around the place with some mild curiosity – and probably judging everything he laid his eyes upon. Of all the damn people in that island, to have Steven Blackwell walk into his fitness center was not something Patrick was looking forward to. How could he prepare himself to actually talk to the man whose mere presence set his entire life in disarray? One moment he was happy with Alexander and looking forward to spending life by his side – and the next he could sense the hesitation coming from the man he loved because there was unfinished business between the two. How could he smile and be polite to the son of a bitch who had turned his life upside down?

“Welcome to Pearson’s Fitness Center.” It took every cell in his body to put a smile on his face as Patrick moved from behind the counter to meet the icy stare of the Blackwell. He could recognize that look anywhere. He had seen it on Alexander’s face more times than he could count. It was no surprise to him that Steven was capable of the same thing. Of the same gelid stare that both read someone to their core and judged them for everything they were and wasn’t. And right now, Patrick was absolutely sure that Steven was judging him. Taking in not just his surroundings but also his smile. His face. His body. Oh, that brought back bad memories from a time when others would look at him like he was trash. Like he was worthless and unworthy of the air that filled his lungs. “How can I help ye’?” But if Steven would assume that he was easy prey, like so many others around the island, Patrick was willing to prove him wrong. Especially since they were both very into the same person. The one man who had turned their world upside down and made their hearts beat a lot faster.

“Pearson?” There was a faint pause as Steven removed his sunglasses, eyes narrowing toward Patrick almost as if he was trying to associate the name with a memory. “Oh, wait… you’re that Pearson.”

“I’m sorry?”

Steven’s lips curled into his own twisted version of a Cheshire cat as he finally took in how Patrick looked. He was definitely big where he counted. Handsome face – almost like an angel – with stunning blue eyes that reminded the Blackwell of the calm tropical sea. “Lex talked about you a lot. You’re his childhood friend, right?” The other man didn’t need to answer. That faint clench on his jaw and the sudden tension in his muscles was all Steven needed as confirmation. Alex often spoke of his best friend. How he wished Patrick had been around when they were dating – so that Steven could meet one of his best friends. Unfortunately, the opportunity never came since that elusive best friend was working far away and didn’t have time for a visit. “So you are him. The puppy dog that always followed Lex around.” Ever the one to dig the knife deeper, Steven’s eyes narrowed as he took in how the other man looked. “I can see why he wanted you close. I can’t blame him.”

Right… Patrick could feel every cell in his body screaming for him to knock that shitty grin out of Steven’s face – but resorting to violence was never the solution. Instead, the Southerner eased his stance and the smile he had lingering on his face disappeared almost instantly, replaced by a somewhat mocking expression. He had heard a lot about Steven from Alex. When the two were dating, Patrick wasn’t around. He was working somewhere else and to be honest, he didn’t want to meet someone who made Alex happy. Not when he knew he would feel jealous back in a time where he was trying to keep his own feelings buried deep within. He was happy for Alex at the time, of course. His happiness had always been his primary objective… but that didn’t mean he would take shit from someone who only considered himself above all others due to his name. Alex might still have feelings from Steven… but Patrick had no love for the man who had threatened to take away the one person he cared most about.<br><br>

“And ye’ must be the one he dumped at the altar.” Oh – the serious expression on Steven’s face was like a beautiful canvas for Patrick. He had definitely hit a nerve. “At least he didn’ kick his dog out the door. I must be doin’ somethin’ right?”

“You’re a funny man, Pearson.”

“And yer’ a scorned one. I mean – that’s why yer’ ‘ere, right? Couldn’ let go.” To hell with being kind and gentle. To hell being polite to this creature who was merely there to fuck up with Alexander’s head and turn his life upside down. No way in fucking hell that he would let Steven stomp all over the place and destroy all the good Alex had done. They were on a break due to him – but that didn’t make Patrick’s feelings for Alex any less real. And there was no way he would let Steven humiliate him like he had done so many others before. “I know ye’ don’ care ‘bout my advice but just between us boys… Maybe ye’ should quit while yer’ ahead. He moved on from ye’. Look at all he built. Yer’ out of yer’ mind if ye’ think ye’ can make a dent on anythin’.”

“He didn’t seem to mind me when we fucked on the club the other day.” Steven spat out as venomous as ever, trying to lay the bait to see if the fish would take. And by the expression on the other’s face – he had fucking taken the bait. “Wait… You didn’t!” There as this perverse satisfaction on Steven’s face when he saw the other man look away. That hit him harder than it should… didn’t it? The loyal hound that often begged for scraps at the table, wanting attention from his master… there was more to it, wasn’t it? The tension on his body was visible and Steven could see it now. As clear as day. That was why he never met Patrick when he was dating Alex. Why saying that they fucked hit the other man harder than it should. “You LOVE him, don’t you?”

“Yer’ not that special.” Ignoring the jab at his feels, Patrick lifted his chin in clear challenge. No surprises that Steven would go for blows below the belt – but he had learned from one of the best. “We were together at St. Patrick’s night. He didn’ seem to be thinkin’ ‘bout ye’ one second. Yer’ tryin’ hard to remain relevant on his life when yer’ his past.” And he was Alex’s present and hopefully his future as well. The only thing that could sink his theory was the fact that Steven was the one abandoned and not the other way around. “And ye’ LOVE him. Why else would ye’ be so determined in comin’ back, Blackwell? If he meant nothin’ to ye’, ye’ wouldn’ even bother comin’ ‘ere in the first place.”

“Did he let you fuck him?” The question caught Patrick by surprise, his eyebrows arching upward as Steven took take as a response. Of course, he didn’t. “Guess the love you guys share is not that intense. I mean, when we were dating, we flipped fuck a lot. You have no idea what you are missing there, mate. His ass is absolutely divine. The tightest hole you’d ever…”

“Shut up! Don’ talk ‘bout him like a playthin’. Ye’ ‘ave no right…”

“Sweetheart, I have every right. I was the one he was going to marry and you’re just having my sloppy seconds. Do you truly believe that you’ll ever be more than the faithful hound that begs for scraps? Not even you can be that stupid. I get it – gym jocks are not known for being clever but you can’t really believe that he loves you back.”

“At least he didn’ dump my ass at the altar. Guess he also didn’ love ye’ enough to put a ring on yer’ finger. Who’s the one bein’ delusional now?”

“He will break your heart, Patrick.” Steven’s expression softened for a moment, his gaze turning from the other man to the gym around them. “I loved him more than I loved myself. I would have given him the world. We were equals and he broke my heart. What do you think he will do to you? You’re a mere substitute for what we had. Trust me – I tried to move forward with someone else and they never succeeded in erasing Lex from my mind… just like you’ll never be able to erase me from his.”

Patrick’s jaw clenched and it took everything – EVERYTHING – he had not to punch Steven where he stood. And the worst part was that deep down, he knew that. No matter what he would do or how well he would behave, how loyal he would remain… one can’t forget their first love. He would always be playing second fiddle to what Alex and Steven had. That was what hurt the most. No matter what he would do, no matter how hard he would try, Alex would probably never love him the way he had once loved Steven. Or love still… “Are ye’ done? If ye’ have no intentions on joinin’, ye’ can leave. I reserve myself the right of admission and yer’ a persona non grata ‘ere.” Maybe Steven was indeed right. His heart would be broken and he would be dumped into a corner because he was not enough. What did Steven have that he didn’t?

Why couldn’t he just be the one?

“You’re right. I should leave.” Steven returned his sunglasses to his face and turned on his heels towards the door. “Just remember what I told you, pup. You’re not good enough. You will never be good enough.” Not when he was competing with him for the affection of a man who also married one and not the other. “I mean, once a maid’s son… always a maid’s son, right? This shit has charity case written all over it.”

“GET OUT!”

The door closed and Patrick realized how long he was holding his breath. His hands were shaking with anger and all he wanted to do was to break the entire place and turn the entire gym into scrap. Was that what he was…? A charity case? Steven’s comments while cruel and obviously devised to rile him up were also something he had thought about for a while. How could the maid’s son end up with the boss’s son? They were from different worlds and as happy as they were together… maybe… maybe he was not enough?  He was just a loyal dog, doing everything to get a fraction of attention from the man he had secretly loved for decades. But he was not enough. He would never be enough. Was Steven Blackwell right? As much as Patrick hated it – he had voiced every single concern that tormented him over the years. He had given it a voice and brought it out in the open.

With a sigh, Patrick walked to the door and flipped the card to CLOSED.