#mreynoldsx

[patrickxpearson]

@mreynoldsx​ || continues from here ( X )

Patrick could see the gears turning inside Mike’s head – not at all unexpected – so the personal trainer merely responded with a quick shrug as his lips curled into one of his trademark smiles. “It’s a party and I’m not workin’. Are ye’ professional every second of every day? Don’ ye’ ever clock off?” Just because he was Mike’s personal trainer didn’t mean he wasn’t someone else. His job didn’t define who he was. “Why ye’? Ye’ look too serious and this is supposed to be a party. Maybe I just wanted to make ye’ smile?” With another shrug, Patrick turned his cheek to Mike and pointed at it as he gave the other man a quick wink. Even he knew not to press for more than what others were willing to give. Start small and go from there. “I was hopin’ for a cheek kiss. It’s innocent and hopefully won’ make ye’ feel uncomfortable. But I leave the where to ye’. I’ll be happy with a tiny cheek kiss. Promise.”

[nathanxcline]

closed started for @mreynoldsx location: spa

It had been a couple of weeks since the luau that opened their first night on the island. Nathan was a little surprised to see Mike's name on his schedule for today. After the other man's reaction to him that night, he didn't expect him to ever show up for a massage. If anything, choose a different masseuse. While Nathan understood that it came with the territory of this place, he couldn't help but feel a little bad about making Mike feel uncomfortable at all. Clearly, he wasn't ready to explore every facet of pleasure that the Haus provided.

With that in mind, Nathan made sure to put a towel on the massage table for Mike to cover himself with, as if this was just another normal spa. He had gotten mostly undressed for his last appointment by request, but now he was wearing his shorts and halfway buttoned shirt again, appropriately covered. He didn't like feeling awkward with clients but this certainly wouldn't be the first time it happened. Just keep it formal, no funny business and everything would be fine. "Hey, I was wondering when I was going to see you." Nathan smiled as Mike came in, looking over his shoulder from where he stood, sorting through a cabinet. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right with you." He turned back to what he was doing, which was not anything really. But he wanted to give the other man a chance to disrobe and wrap the towel around himself without having eyes on him.

[patrickxpearson]

Location: Patrick’s cabin Closed to: @mreynoldsx Patrick placed his hands on his hips as he looked around his own cabin – checking if he had everything he needed for the first of four movie nights with Mike Reynolds, for he really couldn’t let it slip that the other client had NEVER seen the damn John Wick movies. Those movies were almost like a religion for so many and after watching Mike handle a gun back at the shooting range, Patrick had to admit that… he liked what he saw. Sure, the other client was still very much of a mystery wrapped into an enigma but they were getting somewhere. The light flirting at the end of the night, the fact that he had succeeded in making Mike actually laugh was also something that Patrick considered a victory… and now this. The first of four “dates” where he would introduce Mike to the best franchise there was when it came to movies and pretty much show the other man the reason why he had become aroused when he saw him shoot the target that night. There was just something fucking hot about a man shooting a target with that much confidence.

The personal trainer scanned his cabin for the second time that night. The decoration was absolutely generic, no traces of anything personal from his past. There was no need for Patrick to bring out some mementos to his childhood or souvenirs from the places he had been. The one things that didn’t really come with the cabin was the punching bag that he had outside in the balcony for his early morning or late night workouts and the dumbbells on the ground… and a picture of a very young Patrick next to his mother in his bedroom, right by his bed. Those were the only things that didn’t quite fit with the harmonic decoration of the cabin but at the same time… Patrick didn’t need to decorate things at his own taste. Generic was fine. Generic was good enough for he didn’t need people to learn things about him from the items that he would put in display. As the hour for the movie got near, Patrick jogged to the shower in order to take a quick one before getting dressed with a casual tank top and shorts – they were in a tropical island – and bolt to the kitchen in order to prepare some popcorn for the night. As the time approached, Patrick snatched his phone from his back pocket in order to send Mike a text, telling him to come via the balcony door since it was already unlocked and opened –because who didn’t like a cool breeze in warm nights? [ text ]: The balcony is open so feel free to come in through there. [ text ]: Also, sweet or salty popcorn?

[patrickxpearson]

LOCATION: Pearson Fitness Club CLOSED TO: @mreynoldsx​ If there was one thing that Patrick loved doing was working. He didn’t even consider it a proper job since he liked what he did that much. To be a personal trainer, to help other people accomplish the goals they set for themselves in order to improve the person that they were today. It was more than just a physical thing. It required the mental fortitude to keep going, to push past their own boundaries. It was about self-love. Patrick knew that better than anyone. He was once the son of a maid whose father abandoned him even before he was born. He had been a scrawny little kid that had been ruthlessly bullied while growing up because he was either poor, a twig… or both. It had taken him years to learn how to love himself. How to become the man he was today, putting himself first – with one exception – above everything else. As someone once said, if you don’t love yourself… who will? And being a personal trainer and helping others achieve their goals was one step closer to assisting them in loving themselves. In building up something new. A stronger version of the man – or woman – that they used to be.

“Ye’ must be… Mr. Reynolds?” Patrick checked the name on the clipboard he carried, his Southern accent oozing from his lips like honey. It didn’t matter whether someone was a staff or a client. At his gym, everyone was the same. Their goal was the same – independent of their respective backgrounds. “I was lookin’ forward to meetin’ ye’.” The personal trainer was all smiles and charm, quickly offering a hand to the other man in order to greet him. “I always liked gettin’ to know new people. I take it yer’ new to the Haus?” He would have remembered him if he had been in Virginia before. It was just one of those pretty faces one wouldn’t forget. “Totally ok if ye’ are. I like to see everyone on the same level when they step foot ‘ere.” No staff, no clients. Just people wanting to improve. “Before we get started, I have a few questions for ye’ regardin’ yer’ experience. To make sure I don’ give ye’ a rougher trainin’… but yer’ welcome to ask questions, if ye’ have them. Yer’ satisfaction is my priority.”

[thomasxking]

Approaching the King, Mike kept his hands tucked into pocket, a soft smile was on his face, "Thomas. What do you say to that game of poker?" He asked, "Tomorrow at my place?"

Ah... yes. The poker game. Thomas could barely contain the sudden grin that had formed on his lips at the prospect of finally getting to spend some time with Michael that didn't involve questions regarding the functionality of the Haus. Not to mention that it was his idea from the start. Why play 20 questions when one could play strip poker instead? And Mike was going for that? Either he was a very damn good player - he could definitely call bluffs - or he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"I'll even buy a brand new deck for you to be positively sure that I am not cheating when I subtract the clothes from your body." He was confident that he would win. Even if Mike succeeded in winning some rounds, there was no way in Hell that Thomas would lose at poker. The sheer amount of time that both he and Alex spent in casinos back in Vegas should even be considered criminal. What chance did Mike have?

"I'll bring the cards and the wine. You can't have a game without something to drink." Ever the troublemaker and one that paid little mind to consequences or someone else's wants - Thomas invaded Mike's personal space and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. "I can't wait to see what you're hiding under those clothes. Luckily for me, I won't have to wait much longer. Game on, Mr. Reynolds. Game on."