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( text ): Meet me by the outside theater once the sun sets. Don't forget your Christmas present, Mr. Anderson. From your Royal Overlord - Thomas King
(text): You were my secret santa? I would be happy to wear them for you. Thank you for the generous gift.
Letting out a gentle hum, Isaac thought about those words for a moment. "It probably would be. But that's because you'd be spending your precious time for others. That is a sacrifice. Whether it is worth it or not, is up to you. I appreciate you agreeing." He was a little surprised at Blake's sweet gesture, but melted into it instead of pulling away. It felt intimate in a weird way. And even though it was unexpected, it brought a warm smile to his lips, and made him squeeze the client's hand briefly. "You're not boring, Blake. You can carry a conversation, clearly, so that's a good start. It just seems like you have a hard time getting yourself out there." It was a little saddening seeing this guy put himself down like that. He might've been a little timid, but he was open and honest, and those were not qualities to knock. Getting an idea, Isaac let go of his hand and moved a little bit away, only to turn his whole body to face the client. "Tell me about yourself, Blake. What'd you do for a living? Do you have any hobbies? Why did you decide to accept the invitation to come here?"
"I-I just th-think sacrifice isn't a-as noble as one would think. M-my parents sacrificed a-alot for the sake of b-business. Which was t-to provide for me but it meant I-I was a-alone a lot." Blake had to laugh that he was being reassured that he wasn't boring by a practical stranger. "M-My company produces cameras, and surveillance equipment. Like d-d-drones. N-naturally my hobby is photography. I-I am pretty introverted. I came here b-because well. I thought it would b-be easier to have people come onto me. W-wow that sounds so p-pathetic." Blake laughed again and scratched his head. "I-I just don't think I am very interesting I guess. I-I work out, a t-take photos. That's a lot to me."
"Utilitarian... That might be the one." Isaac had to chuckle, "Life's just too damn short to not do things just for you, you know?" Blake's nudge brought out another amused sound, more like a huff, and the younger gentle returned the gesture. Knowing all too sweet his wouldn't have the same impact as the client's broad, muscular body did. As Blake explained what he was looking for, Isaac pondered how on earth this man didn't already have a life partner. To anyone romantically inclined, he'd be the whole damn package. "Every tried asking someone out yourself? If you find someone you feel fits all your criteria, and whom you get along with swimmingly? Would you be too shy to ask?" He teased and looked back up at Blake, tilting his head a little in curiosity. Really wanting to hear the answer to that question. "That is very sweet, but it would not end well." was all he could say to that, not wanting to bring down Blake's romantic mood. Was the fantasy the other was presenting tempting? Absolutely. Part of it sounded so alluring. But Isaac wasn't going to let himself fall for that thought.
"I-I think the argument of d-doing things for others is s-sacrifice and n-noble. Not sure if I can a-agree to that though. I think your view i-is right." Blake smiled and reached up with his free hand, gently pushing Isaac's hair back from his face to give him a kiss on his forehead. He thought the other was sweet, young but sweet. "Y-yeah I would be t-too shy to ask. I mean. I-I'm a really b-boring guy. Sure I-I'm not half bad to look at but I'm not a v-very interesting guy." he said honestly with a little shrug. "M-maybe this year I will do my best t-to try and be more interesting."
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Elian hadn’t been here long, only a little over a week, and he was starting to settle into the motions. This was the first time he’d actually been called out to check on someone in the Haus, though. It caught him off guard, the sudden nature of it, and the last thing he wanted to do was fumble it. He was here to do a job, well multiple jobs, and he was going to see that through. After packing up some stuff, he made his way to the room he was told, checking and double checking. Upon entering, he look around, and approached the first man he saw. “Excuse me.” He said. “I was told someone here needed attention.” Elian swept the room with his eyes, taking in details to commit to memory.
"Oh um I-I just. I-I didn't m-mean them to s-send anyone j-just make an appoint for me. I think I p-pulled something while I was working out." Blake hadn't meant to cause anyone to come out to see him, just make an appointment for him to see the doctor himself. So he was half dressed, his arm not quite in his shirt yet and, only boxers on. He was a little embarrassed but he tried not to let it show too much. "Um so do you want me to sit down I can if you wanted." he hadn't expected the doctor to be handsome but then again who here wasn't devsatatingly handsome.
Blake's assessment of Isaac being wise, had him choke out a laugh. That was not a word he'd ever been described as before. "Thats is very kind of you, but wise would not be the right word. More like reckless, maybe?" He accepted Blake's offered hand, moving to sit very close to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. Though not letting go of his hand even after. "You're right. But with your devilish good looks and soft heart, people even outside the resort gotta be throwing themselves at you? Are you.. looking for something particular in a man?" Isaac gave him a warm smile, before looking down at their entertained hands and staring to lightly play with Blake's fingers. "I'm not boyfriend material anyway, so it's just saving them the pain in the long run." And who would want to be with a whore anyway, he thought to himself.
"I don't th-think that is too r-reckless. More like, e-efficient. U-utilitarian. D-don't make changes you don't have to. More people should take advice like that." Blake said with a little shrug of those massive broad shoulders. He nudged the smaller male gently with his weight a smile on his face. He wasn't the least bit bothered that the other was playing with his fingers like that. It was almost kind of sweet. "S-someone who respects me. S-someone handsome. I a-assume they will let me know when I-I've met them." he said with a little laugh. "Oh you d-don't think you are boyfriend m-material? I am s-sure someone would love to be your p-partner. Dote on you all the time."
"Only change if you want to. Or change the parts you want. Fuck what anyone else thinks, and fuck whatever pressure you may feel people put on you. It's your life, not anyone else's." That was easy for Isaac to say, as letting go of those kinds of thoughts were much easier said than done. He gave a shrug, and as usual let his gaze settle on the other man, watching closely. The idea of Blake being completely romantic was kind of endearing, and only fuled the feeling of him being a bit of an enigma. Such a trained, broad, almost intimidating man with such a soft, longing heart. "Aww, that's so sweet. I'm sure there's someone like that out there for you. You think that's something you can find here?" He questioned, Blake's wholesomeness bringing a warm smile to his face, "Honestly I'm the exact opposite. Don't really believe in all that love stuff."
"You're as wise as you are beautiful Isaac." Blake said with a bright smile as he offered his hand to the other, an invitation for the young man sit closer. Or hell even in his lap. Just because he was a nervous man didn't mean he was against being close to people. Blake sighed and pouted a bit. "Y-yeah I don't kn-know if it will happen here. You know not r-really conducive to that." Blake was surprised the other was so open about not believing in anything like that. "Wow I am s-sure there are l-lots of guys hearts you are breaking with an o-outlook like that."
"Anything is possible to change, but that doesn't mean you actually have to. Not if you're happy how you are. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole New Years resolution business, is just a ploy to get more people to buy gym memberships." Isaac joked with Blake, knowing all too well the gentleman didn't need any gym resolutions or the like. "Ohhh, a boyfriend? You the hopeless romantic type, Blake?"
"I c-can't say I'm n-not happy with myself. But I-I might not b-be totally pleased. I don't know. I guess there is j-just pressure to change." Blake smiled at Issac and nodded as he set his drink down deciding not to go through with downing it. "T-tragically romantic I think. I-I like the i-idea of someone w-wanting to be with me all the time you know. What about your Isaac?"
"You know what they say, new year new m-me. I don't know wh-what I should change though. O-or I guess what is actually p-possible to change." Blake ruminated over the new year in the reflection of the martini in his glass. The perfectly still liquid still untouched by him. "Are you making a-any new y-years resolutions? I th-think this year I'd like to a-actually have a boyfriend."
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"I'm not like most everyone else," he wanted to make sure that was properly known as he listened to the other. He actually felt bad for the guy, everyone treating him like he should be some big dominating force, when all he really wanted was to be told what to do - to be put in his proverbial place, and fuck if the doctor didn't want to be one of the men to get to do it. Blake was fucking gorgeous, that was a no brainer just by looking at him, but he wondered just how obedient he could be when it came right down to it. Was he good at following orders or would their be hesitation? His hand moved so that he could run it along the others side, feeling the sweat that clung to the shirt, "I want to see more of you," he responded, "either here or back in my room, I want to see what's hidden beneath these clothes."
"I-I appreciate th-that you wouldn't pressure m-me." Blake said with a smile as he relaxed a bit around the other, it wasn't like he was scared, he just was so unsure of what to do next most of the time. A gentle hand guiding him made him feel like he was more at ease. When the doctor asked him to take off his shirt he easily complied and peeled it off tossing the sweaty shirt to the ground, proudly flexing for him. His arms flexed so his biceps bulged, his round juicy pecs pumped from his work out, thick and heavy with muscular weight. "D-do you like what you s-see?" he asked with a smile. His sweat soaked curls clung to his head and forehead, his smile wide though.
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