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@xrhettmatthews
Name: Rhett Matthews
Age: 30
Face claim: Jamie Campbell Bower
Birthday: June 15th
Zodiac: Gemini
Status at Haus: Staff
Occupation at the Haus: Waiter at Eternity
Hometown: Cambridge, England
Kinks: Breath play, rope play, dom/sub, teasing, exhibitionism, restraints
Turn offs: scat, water sports, non-con con, puppy/pony play, extreme humiliation
Position: Versatile, but prefers to bottom
Thierry chuckled. "I know! I mean, there are nights when I can sleep like a freaking bear during the winter, and a bomb could blow up and I wouldn't even budge; but then there are others when it's endless hours of... nothing, haha! I mean, when I was younger, a teenage even, I got out my room through the window, and called up a friend or something, and went somewhere to get exhausted. That's not happened for a while now. I'm getting old, oh mon Dieu!" He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, then laughed.
"You're welcome, mon cherie" he said with a smile, then put his hand gently on his lower back, so they could move where he was originally sitting, by the window. They sat down on the couch, cups in hand. "My 'claim to fame'? What's that?" He looked at him curiously. "Are you asking what I did before I got here?" he said, wanting to make sure he had understood the question.
"Ohh, so you were a little rebel growing up, huh? Sneaking out and what not." Rhett grinned. He was beginning to gather that, maybe, Thierry had been pretty guarded most of his life by his own family. The sneaking out and the mentioning of them wondering what he was doing all the time. It got Rhett even more curious about the man and where he came from. Learning about people was one of his favorite things on the island. Sex was great, of course, but the connections he could make with people was really his bread and butter.
Following the client through his home, he sat down beside him and immediately turned in towards Thierry then folded his legs into a pretzel, "Yeah, like... we have a famous chef wandering around. A super famous tattoo artist. Fancy lawyers. There was like a fashion designer. Some who just come from money. What about you?" He asked, tilting his head a bit before he straightened up his back, "You don't have to tell me, of course, if you don't want. Zero pressure whatsoever, love. I was just...curious, is all."
Thierry did his best to play along with what Rhett was saying, already being clear to him the other was deflecting in every possible way to say what really had happened. "Oh, I know about those kind of nights, or days, when you're so tired, and yet can't find your way to go to sleep. It's the worse." He chuckled at his offer of coffee for the other. "Come to think of it, you should be better off with a chamomille tea, but coffee will have to do for now" he said, quickly getting a cup for Rhett, and also some refill for himself.
"Coming right up!" he said from the kitchen, then worked into putting what Rhett had asked on his coffee, then looked up to see he was standing next to him and smiled. "It's going great. I've loved every single day here, I swear. And you know what's best? There had been a day, or maybe two, when I've literally spent the whole day here, just resting and reading, by myself, and that's also amazing. To be able to do that, and not having those annoying- uhh, annoying people asking how are you, or why aren't you doing something, or whyare you doing that." He handed him his cup. "It's been liberating, and I love it."
"Right?!" Rhett asked rhetorically as he leaned his elbows against the counter near Thierry, "And when you finally do go and lay down, your body is just all...prickly and fuzzy." He laughed, "At least, that happens to me. Then I just inevitably get up and try to make myself tired. It's an endless cycle." He watched as the client poured them both a cup of coffee and he smiled softly. It was very sweet of Thierry to invite him and to get him some coffee. Being a client, he didn't have to do anything of the sort so it was always appreciated when they went out of their way for him.
He listened as the man described how he had been enjoying his time and a pleased smile crossed his lips with a nod, "I could only imagine." Rhett mentioned, "Being able to sit around and do nothing is one of the best things someone could do." The blond accepted the cup with another smile, "Thank you, darling." He spoke softly before he blew into the cup and took a small sip, "That's perfect." He mentioned before his blue eyes fell back upon Thierry, "Can I ask what's your claim to fame to be invited here?" Rhett asked, "It's always so interesting to hear."
“Well hanging out with you for a few years ought to do it.” Theo joked, leading the way as the pair of them headed off to search for the pet shop. Fortunately for them, they would not be the only ones in the Haus who would look after a pet; suppose the huge space that the island offered made the Kings reconsider having pets in the place. “I just know that you couldn’t resist him.”
Arriving at the pet shop, the Scotsman headed inside first, pleasantly surprised with the selection available for them. “Looks like Timmy’s quite lucky now.” For an island shop, it certainly didn’t appear to have limited options. Gravitating towards the collars on display, he shifted the shopping bags to only one hand so that he could pick up a little blue thing of a collar, one with a bell attached to it. “How do we feel about this?” he asked, holding it up in Rhett’s direction. “We liking this, or no?”
He was sure that the current course wasn't exactly what Theo wanted out of the day so Rhett made a mental note to make it up to his mate who graciously detoured for him and his new cat. But Theo was right. Rhett really couldn't resist taking the little guy. After failing at music for so many years, Rhett really should have looked into animal rescue, but the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Then again, not much did until recently, to be frank. Since he kicked his drug habit about a little over a year ago, his mind was finally clear, and he could think straight again.
His blue eyes watched his friend peruse the collars before his gaze drifted down towards the cat, who was looking around the area curiously now. He smiled softly and looked up when he heard the twinkle of a bell, "Oh, yeah. That's perfect. It'll look great with his coat, yeah?" Timmy was a gray tabby cat so the blue would really pop, "Most stylist cat on the island." He grinned before he turned around to find the food bowls. Rhett grabbed a couple of blue ones as well to match the collar, "We're going to have a theme, darling."
Rhett then stepped down a bit further and grabbed Timmy a bag of cat food, "Are you going to be his stepdad?" Rhett asked with a wide grin, "You don't have to take him on the weekends or anything, but you're welcome to having visiting rights whenever you want. Which just means you have to spend more time with me." He mentioned with a slight wiggle of his shoulders. It sounded like a great deal to him.
Standing behind Rhett with their shopping bags on either hand, Theo gave the whole scene a good few minutes to unfold. By the time he was already telling the other off, it was clearly too late — his mind was already made up. “You are laughably that predictable when it comes to cats.” he stated, pulling a face to punctuate his point.
As expected, Rhett had managed to coax the cat into his arms, and he could only huff at knowing what would come next. “You’re keeping it aren’t you?” Though he supposed he didn’t need to hear the answer to already know that.
Heaving a sigh, he looked at the little creature, who seemed to be comfortable with its new place in his mate’s arms. And just like that, their plans had already changed. “Looks like we’re getting Timmy his new things.” Theo said, admitting defeat to the cat that would no doubt be under Rhett’s care from hereon then. “Come on.” Turning on his heel, he gestured along with his full hands. “Let’s go. I know you. Better we do it now than later.”
There was no doubt that Rhett Matthews was one of the biggest softies on the whole island, so it probably wasn't much of a surprise to Theo that Rhett easily made the decision to keep the island cat. The poor thing needed a place to live. Just thinking about him wandering around alone, having to deal with the elements of the island... It broke his heart. And while it broke Rhett's, it clearly irked Theo's a bit, but his friend still opted to go shopping with him so that Rhett could make his home Timmy's home too.
Practically skipping into step beside his mate, Rhett grinned, "You know me better than I do, I think." He admitted with a laugh, but he was right. If Rhett didn't do it now, he probably never would. He was a bit scatterbrained. Timmy settled comfortably against the blonds forearm as they continued to down the shopping mall together towards the pet store. Now that the King's allowed animals, a pet store was necessary. Pulling open the door, he allowed Theo to enter first, before he followed him, "You gotta pick him out a good collar." Rhett told his friend with a smile, "His whole style depends on it."
at the question of himself and loren, storm gives a little shrug of his shoulders, "yeah, it's nothing serious," he says, "don't get me wrong, loren's beautiful - he's like, this androgynous dream with the perfect body, a gorgeous face but... i can't get tied up with anybody." storm explains, "i don't think i'm emotionally capable of anything more, so i'm happy to just have a bit of fun and then yeah, maybe we'll hook up again but if we don't? it's not the end of the world." he'd be bitter though, naturally.
once the conversation turns to rhett and aslan, storm can't help but to probe further and he gives rhett a playful poke into his ribs as he says, "oh but you want him to be your man," he teases. "every time i see you he's on the agenda!" storm laughs. but the reality was he's happy for rhett, so long as he himself is. storm's incredibly protective of his friends and with rhett being one of his nearest and dearest, if anybody dared try and hurt him then they had fucking hell to pay. "wait, hang on," storm sits himself up a little, propping himself on his elbow as his gaze focuses on the ring, eyes widening. "shut the fuck up," he says, "so he's basically fuckin' proposed or gave you some sorta promise ring or whatever. you don't just give someone a ring! that's like, commitment shit. how'd you feel about it?"
Rhett didn't expect much of a different response that came from Storm in regard to Loren. He liked to believe that he knew that his friend quite well and he commitment just didn't seem like something he was all that concerned. Which was understandable considering where they worked. Call Rhett a dreamer or a fool or whatever, but he did hope that at the end of the day, everyone would get their happily ever after with some beautiful man on the island. Even Storm, who didn't want particularly want it right now, "Ah, yeah. Loren is beautiful. I wish I was a morsel as pretty as him."
Luckily for his friend, the subject of Aslan seemed to be more interesting. He couldn't help but roll his blue eyes at his comment, working his hardest not to smile. Rhett did not want to admit anything about what he wanted from the client. It seemed wrong to do so. His brows knitted together, watching Storm move onto his elbows and dig way too deep into the ring, "What?!" Rhett asked with a laugh, shaking his head, "No, no, no. I-It's nothing like that." The blond flushed brightest shade of red just at the thought of what Storm had said, "It was just a thoughtful gift, so I didn't feel any way besides grateful." He sighed and covered his face with his hands, "Aslan is just... that kind of a person. That's all. He'd buy you one if you asked!" There was no doubt about that, "That's all it is. I swear."
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Closing the door behind his friend, Isaac hoped Rhett knew to make himself at home. They'd spend enough hours together, cuddling and other things, for that to not be the case. He gave Rhett a kiss on the cheek, before going back to getting ready. Turning down the music and rummaging through his drawers to find a t-shirt to put on. "Don't worry about it. I promise, I'm always happy to see you, dear, no matter the time of day." He chuckled, "Want some coffee?"
The Brit mentioning he had a bad night, was instantly concerning. Last they had talked about extreme clients, Rhett had seemed so worried and concerned. Was that what had happened to him last night? "A bad night? Sorry to hear that. Is it something you wanna talk about? It's also okay if you don't." Isaac knew all too well there were some experiences you wouldn't want to talk about as an escort. Especially not when they were fresh. "If someone hurt you, I will fuck them up." Feeling his friend grab his hand, Isaac moved closer to carefully wrap his other arm around Rhett's waist. Cautious to see how he would react to affectionate touch. "It has been a while, too long. I'm doing good. Things here are quickly becoming... mundane." He offered a sweet smile. Struggling for a long moment to think of something good. A most unusual request. "Can I tell you how damn handsome you are? That I'm starting to think I have a thing for blonds? Not just because of you, of course, but you're definitely contributing to that attraction."
At the mention of coffee, Rhett smiled and nodded, "That would be lovely. I just need more cream and sugar than coffee and I'll be set." He laughed. Rhett honestly did not like the taste of coffee but the caffeine was always welcomed. And after the night he had, it was going to be necessary unless Isaac wanted him to fall asleep on his lap. Which, really, he doubted his friend would care and would, honestly, probably encourage it, but he did want to spend some time with Isaac. He was one of his best friends on the island after all.
He shrugged a shoulder at Isaac's statement, "It's fine." Rhett muttered, "The guy was just a jerk and he didn't much care for me. And I get it. I know, we're just...property of this place and they don't have to give a rats arse about us but--" Rhett rolled his eyes and leaned into the hold from Isaac, "I don't know. When most of the clients do treat us well, and one comes along that doesn't, it just reminds me where we work, you know?" Rhett wasn't even sure if his babbling made sense. It probably didn't. But if he was given the opportunity to talk, Rhett would often take it. His blue eyes turned toward Isaac and he smiled a bit, "You're too sweet, darling." Not many people would go to bat for him. He was glad to know that Isaac would if he needed it.
Walking into the kitchen, his brow raised, "Mundane?" He asked, "Here? I didn't know that was possible." But, then again, the life they led was pretty normal to Isaac. Rhett couldn't help but laugh at his friends version of 'good' and he bumped his hip into the others, "Oh, c'mon. You know I was leading the charge on the blond front for a while." He grinned cheekily, "What other blonds you eyeballing, darling?"
"There are a lot more things that I can think of but those two are my top things!" He reached up to scratch at his beard, pondering his question. "Oh! What if we order the food and have it delivered to the outdoor theater.... that way we can watch movies and enjoy all the food at the same time." Nevada was humming with joy, "--and, we ould cuddle while watching the movie, it'll be perfect!" He said with excitement. "I'm glad to see you as well." Nevada rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Pfft... so are you."
Rhett's eyes immediately lit up at Nev's suggestion and he snapped his fingers, "That's it." He grinned, "That didn't even cross my bloody mind. See? This is why I could never be a client." He laughed. Rhett didn't think like a client. He was far too hardwired to live life like a staff member (which should probably worry him more than it did). A cheeky smile crossed his lips at the mention of cuddle and he bumped his shoulder into his friends before he grabbed his hand, "You know I love a good cuddle." It was one of his favorite things. Any time he could be a little spoon, he would take the opportunity, honestly. Lifting Nevada's hand up, he kissed the back of the others hand, "Good. I'd be heartbroken if you didn't miss me at all." He laughed.
Stepping towards outdoor theater, Rhett practically bounced inside and he grinned, "Ah, this place is the coolest spot here." To him it was, at least, "What are we watching?!" Now that was the real question.
He had to admit, seeing that it was Rhett that came wandering towards him brought nothing more than the biggest of smiles to his face. Performances, oh he remembered the ones that Rhett would give, always up as close to the stage as possible when he was in NY visiting his friend. Sure, they kept their hands off back on the mainlands, or at least they had before the haus came into play and they no longer held back. Their first time together had been beyond MAGICAL, and it just kept getting better each and every time they came into contact.
"Well then," he wasted no more time in pulling his underwear down enough to let his cock spring forth free from restraint. Damn, it felt so much better already, but now it was practically rock hard and in need of attention. The fact the others hand had already wandered within his briefs to cup his balls, well fuck the client let out the softest of moans as his head once more fell back against the lounge couch the two of them were on. Oh, this was definitely going to be a performance worth remembering, "I think you're doing well enough for starters." The hand on his balls, Renan wiggling in his chair to make himself more comfortable, "let's make everyone around us jealous, love, give it some gusto."
His gaze drifted over Renan as he pulled down his shorts before they settled upon his cock springing out, earning a grin from Rhett. His hand continued to massage the others balls, tugging just a bit, with a nod, "Gusto it is, love." Bringing his hand back, Rhett spit in it quickly before he wrapped his hand around the man's cock, spreading the makeshift lube around it. His hand pumped up and down Renan's cock once he had, shifting his blue eyes up towards the man's face, wanting to watch him for a few moments. Renan was so fucking beautiful. He would take the time to watch him whenever he could.
Leaning himself closer, Rhett hovered himself over the man's muscled torso and he ran his tongue along his abs in between placing a few kisses as well. He trailed himself up and was soon taking Renan's nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, all the while his hand didn't stop moving. Rhett's thumb played the head of Renan's cock, teasing it a bit. If the client wanted a performance from him, he didn't want to hit the finale so soon. Starting with a good handjob seemed like the perfect start.
Funnily and accurately enough, they knew each other well to know the outcome should their imagined scenario come to existence. “Same.” He so easily shared the disdain in needing to workout. “So you know we’d be dead before that zombie movie starts.” he pointed with a chuckle.
Heading up to the register, Theo handed over their chosen clothing, their items being rung up for purchase. And as suspected, Rhett had the cat still on his mind. “Come on, mate. You think everything is a sign.” he tried to reason, handing over the payment, whilst already having a hunch as to where this cat situation could lead to.
As soon as the transaction was done, he thanked the shopkeeper before heading out, the pair arm-in-arm with their purchases in tow. Unfortunately for him, there was no stopping Rhett when he was invested like this. Especially that he was dragging him at this point just to see the cat. “You are an absolute sucker.” The cat was cute, sure, but Theo always was more of a dog person. “Rhett, tell me you’re not thinking of what I think you’re about to do.”
Theo wasn't wrong. Rhett did think everything was a sign. It was easier to exist that way. He didn't like to think that everything he had experienced was just because of bad decisions. He'd rather think that it was all for a reason that led him to where he was now. Was the current predicament what he wanted? Not necessarily. But so many good things had already happened from working there. He rekindled his friendship with Theo and Renan. He met so many wonderful people. And now there was this cat that clearly needed somewhere to live.
After a few more moments of the blond sitting on the ground and tapping it to encourage the cat, the tabby was taking the risk to approach Rhett and he immediately grinned, "What?!" He asked Theo, his smile unwavering as he stroked the cat's head and was quickly greeted with a headbutt to his hand, "Am I that predictable?" He asked with a laugh. Rhett knew exactly what his friend was talking about. He was absolutely going to take the cat. And it seemed like the cat was open to the idea because Rhett even took the chance to pick it up, which he then gathered it was a boy, and the cat didn't even fuss, "Ohhh, what a good little guy."
Standing back up with the small cat in his hand, he smiled cheekily towards Theo, "Where are we going now?" He asked, "Me, you and..." He looked at the cat, squinting a bit, "Timmy. He looks like a Timmy, yeah?"
Nathan made it a point to hang out with his fellow staff members as often as he could. He wanted to build friendships with them, make sure he wasn't just interacting with people who might see him as a luxury rather than a person. Rhett was one of the people he'd known since he arrived so he considered him one of his better friends, even if they rarely got to spend any time together. If he had a question about anything Haus related, he'd always feel comfortable asking Rhett. With the blonde inside, he shut the door and followed him back toward the living room, all the more excited for a nice, lazy day with someone to share it with.
"I know, right? It's almost like we're always on the clock or something." Nathan teased, making his way into the kitchen. "You want something to drink? I've got beer, coke zero, and water." It seemed like the right thing to do to offer Rhett a drink, even if he just got here. That just sounded normal as far as hanging out with a friend. "Believe it or not, I sourced a GameCube and a bunch of games. What do you like? Super Smash Bros, Sonic, Donkey Kong, Zelda, Mario Kart... almost anything else." He chuckled. "There's a whole book of them on the coffee table if you want to have a look."
"Almost." He laughed and followed Nathan through his cabin, figuring he should do so. Rhett never really knew what to do in other people's homes so he tended to just follow them wherever they went. It was just easier that way, "Oh...Coke Zero would be ace." He said with a nod. Rhett knew that he needed to drink more water but it was a lazy day today, right? He could enjoy a can of sugar with his friend with no judgement. His brow raised when the other mentioned sourcing GameCube, "Oh, wow. Old school! I was expecting you to say a PS4 or something." He paused and narrowed his gaze, "...Is that the newest one?" Rhett had no idea.
He hummed a bit as he thought about the selection of games and he still had no idea what would be good to play, "I've heard good things about Zelda." He admitted with a shrug, "Don't recall what those good things were, but I know I've heard them." The blond grinned, "Thanks for letting me hang out with you today." Rhett quickly threw out there, a bit sheepishly, "I hate to take up your one free day... So if you get sick of me, just kick my scrawny arse out, yeah?"
The dare was simple, give the crowd a show, and that's exactly what Renan was planning on doing right now. He had been lost in his own thoughts, it not hard to find something worth fantasizing about around an island of gorgeous men, feeling his length hardening underneath his touch the more he palmed at it, before slowly beginning to jerk himself off inside of his pants. He didn't look towards the men who'd made the bet with him in the first place - they were of little concern to him right now - though there came an all too familiar voice that left Renan grinning, his eyes remaining closed though as he used his free hand to pat the seat beside him. "I was told I had to give a performance, but they never said whether I had to be alone or not," he mouthed out before another moan escaped, "how far are you willing to go, love?"
Out of all the people to find in the Grotto, jerking off, Rhett really didn't expect it to be Renan, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise. Firstly, he had been meaning to catch up with the other man, and secondly, if he could provide him a little bit more fun, that made it even better. His blue eyes shifted over the other man for a moment before he softly pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and softly bit it, "What a sight." He sighed out softly to himself, before he smiled as the other offered him a place to sit beside him.
That was all the invitation he did. The blond quickly stepped in further and he sat beside his handsome friend, "You know I love to put on a performance, darling." There was no doubt about that. Renan had seen Rhett perform several times in the past. It was one of his favorite things to do and doing anything in public was on his favorite things. His next question got a smirk from the Brit as his hand dragged down his muscled chest until it slipped past the others shorts to softly cup the man's balls, "As far as you want to me go, love." Rhett husked softly into his ear, "How can I help with this performance?"
The second he saw the look on Rhett's face, Thierry knew it had been a mistake to put his hand on his shoulder, but it was something he couldn't help doing. He loved the feeling of touch. He often prouded himself of being able to feel what a person was going through just putting his hand on them. But whatever that had brought the blonde man to his cabin that morning, it couldn't be good, if he reacted like that to the touch. He was about to pull his hand back, when he reached out and have his own hand a soft squeeze.
"Oh... Sorry to hear that" he said, then finally moved his own hand away. "Did you have to deal with an asshole of a client? Some people really can be dicks." He shook his head. "No, no- really. I already did everything that I wanted to do with my early morning, and I was just sitting there, reading. You're not a bother, I promise." Unsure whether Rhett wanted to actually talked about what had happened, he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, then finally thought of something. "I made a fresh pot of coffee just now. Would you like some?"
He tried his best not to talk badly about the clients... especially not with another client. It just didn't seem right to do. And the last thing he wanted was to get on the King's shitlist because of something like this, "Oh, nah." He said simply with a shake of his head and a curve of his lips downwards for a moment, "They're not that bad." He laughed a bit, "It was just...a long night. That's all. I should have probably just...went to bed, ya know? But I'm too wired to sleep." Everything that was falling out of his mouth was just bullshit but it made him feel better. Not that he thought Thierry would tattle on him or anything but still. Better safe than sorry.
The Brit released a soft breath at the others words and he smiled, "Good, good. I'm glad." He would feel awful if he had interrupted something important. His blue eyes lit up a bit at the mention of coffee, "That would be amazing." He laughed, "I hope you have plenty of sugar and cream though. I like coffee with my cream and sugar." Rhett mused with a smile, stepping up beside Thierry again, "How have you been? How's the adjustment period going?!"
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