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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:26 pm
Another day, another dollar, and quite frankly it had been a dull day for him. There were plenty of customers, to be sure, but he didn't even feel like he had worked for his keep. Maybe he was just getting used to the daily regime, in which case the lack of weariness was in his favor.
Brad stretched anyway, looking over the empty front room with satisfaction. If anything, the clean up had been more arderous than the day itself, but then again, cleaning up after others was often more of a chore than something enjoyable. It wasn't his job to clean, but he didn't care; he had friends in all sects of the Club, and if it meant getting to goof around and chat with them for a short while longer, it wouldn't kill him to pick up half empty bottles or take out the trash. He was a big man, he could handle it.
Rubbing his forearm (as his sleeves were rolled up for the dirty work), he glanced around to make sure everything was satisfactory. He leaned against the banister leading up the stairwell, saying good night to those who passed, awaiting one in particular to see how he was doing.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 10:12 pm
Today was a boring day for Kenta.. well, not quite, it was actually just the opposite of that.
Even if the club wasn't even officially opened yet, Kenta had his share of unreasonable and insistent customers. And today brought a handful of people like that into the club which the waiter had politely and generously served. After all, he was a waiter. One of the customers in particular had been a little tipsy and forcibly offered the waiter some of his own beer--this annoyed the man very much. Alcohol, in the first place, wasn't something the young man had been fond of, though he knew, for this job he had to bear the smell and bring the orders to the customers with a smile on his face [though ken never really smiled]. Kenta was not a bad waiter at all, actually he was quite a good, responsible and fast one. He also always had a polite air about him that never faded as he served---- even if inside he felt as weary as an old man.
He was always the last one, or maybe one of last few people on the main floor of the club. Every single night he cleaned, fixed and polished--- a thing he somehow liked to do because of his obsessive compulsiveness. But finally today, it was a peaceful change of pace as compared to that evening, he was thankful of that... even if he still felt a little hot-headed. He mounted the last chair on the table as he ignored his surroundings and unfortunately he did not hear the 'goodbyes' and 'good nights' of other people.
Kenta with apparently no emotion on his face as usual rolled down his sleeves and proceeded to walk to the dorms expecting just to go to his own bed and hope that tomorrow won't be as tiring as today.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 10:28 pm
Brad raised a dark brow as the one he was waiting for finally made his way towards the stairs, looking a little worse for the wear. If the man didn't know better, he'd think the waiter looked miffed, which was already alerting the Host to the fact that something might have been wrong.
"Hey," he said quietly, extending an arm as if to bar Kenta's path. Instead, he wrapped it around the waiter's midsection, not even bothering to go about teasing him as recklessly as usual before drawing him into a hug. Brad thought he could feel tension strung through the young man's back, although it could have just been a natural resisting to the unwelcome embrace. His thumb stroked over the back fabric of the waiter's vest absently, pulling himself away enough to look Kenta in the face.
"You okay?" he asked, expression knitting into vague concern. Brad didn't expect Kenta to smile at every turn, but this demeanor wasn't exactly something he was familiar with, either.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 10:41 pm
Kenta's body moved slowly, almost zombie-like as he moved towards the stairs to the dorms. His eyes then rested on a familiar face near the stairway, the young man attempted to bow his head in response to the greeting but his reflexes obviously did not agree with him. He felt a light arm wrap itself on him, it was quite unlike the host to do that and usually Kenta wouldn't mind this, he even welcomed more intimate hugs but this time it felt a little weird to him-- which led his muscles to tighten a little as he was pulled closer.
Both of them smelled like alcohol, from the events of the night, evidently. This made Kenta knit his eyebrows a little as he responded to the larger man. ''Fine.'' --was all he could muster up, but if he knew Brad better, he wouldn't be entirely content with just that. Kenta attempted a smile, which just looked like a forced one at the moment. He was quite happy to see the host but his body and his state of mind had different opinions.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 10:50 pm
"You look like hell," Brad frowned a little. He lifted his free hand to brush Kenta's hair from his eyes, looking into those purple orbs as if to fish the answer out on his own. He was loathe to pry, even if he was curious and just wanted to help, and so said nothing else for the moment as he stared at the waiter. It was odd; he would have felt better if the younger man had tried to pull away, the forced antics made the Italian even more concerned.
He hesitated. "I should let you gooo-hey!" A light bulb could almost physically be seen popping over his head. "How about that massage I owe you, huh? You look like you could use it. What do you say?" Brad was already slowly leading the waiter upstairs, knowing that it didn't matter if his answer was a yes or a no because they had to go this way for the dorms regardless. The answer would simply depict which way they would go once they reached the second floor. He was hoping Kenta would allow it, if not simply to ease some of the troubles off the waiter's shoulders, much as the young man had done for himself not that long ago.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 11:14 pm
As Brad moved his hair out of his face, Kenta took this opportunity to relax his face, his lips slowly drooping from the 'smile'. He did not want Brad to be so concerned and worried just for his sake. The young mans expression changed when the older man suggested a massage, one that he had promised before. Kenta hadn't really taken it seriously at that time, but well, evidently he was wrong.
''You don't have to..'' he paused, taking the steps upwards, ''but that'd be nice.. unless you have a previous engagement?'' his eyes now half-closed as he went up the stairs in a daze, clutching lightly on Brad's sleeve to avoid a possible fall.
He got back some spark in his eyes as he turned his head to the direction of the host, ''How was your day?'' he said out of the blue as an attempt to take away the focus of the conversation from himself.
[forgive me, i was as tired as kenta as i typed this XD; ]
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 8:36 am
Brad snorted indignantly. "I know I don't have to, but I want to, or else I wouldn't have offered," he chided his friend playfully. "As of right now, I have a date with a young waiter, whether he likes it or not." The man smiled playfully at Kenta, sliding his arm around his back lightly; it would make it easier for the other to lean on him, and he'd catch him if he fell.
Kenta seemed so tired, Brad was beginning to wonder if it really was a good idea to take him anywhere but to sleep. But...he had accepted the offer, and he looked like he sorely needed a good massage, or a hot bath. Since the older man could only offer one of those in good conscious, he decided to stick with it.
He glanced over at the innocent question, turning up the stairs towards his own dorm. "Dull," he replied with disinterest, "but I survived. Better than you, apparently." Now the teasing was starting to come forth, trying to keep the mood light. "I'm sure I'll look more like you once we're open though, so you wont be alone." He chuckled pleasantly, fishing around in his pocket for his keys as they approached his room.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:25 pm
He nodded his head as he walked, pulling away from Brad a little since they were on leveled floor and falling here would be much more difficult than before. He used this brief moment to bring his hand towards his arm and massage it, he felt really sore in some places-- and this puzzled him. Maybe he should work out more, or something or that sort. He then pushed those thoughts away since he knew him and gyms don't fit together.
''Well...'' the younger man groaned a little, feeling his legs giving in as he walked more, ''..that's true. When the club opens I think i'm going to age fast'' he resisted the urge to lean against the host again, he did not want to seem like a weakling. Hopefully the next few minutes would ease his tension, even if Brad does not give good massages, he would still be happily content with the company.
They reached a door, a door that Kenta, by now, was familiar with. His thoughts drifted away to the last time he was there. Hopefully he wouldn't sleep there in the room again because that would be rude of him to do that without permission. He stepped forward and turned his head to Brad, ''So, i'm all yours''
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 2:04 pm
Indigo eyes flicked to the side as Kenta groaned, but he was mindful not to extend his arm to the other again. He didn't want to insult the young man, despite his penchant for teasing. "You'll just have to come by for more massages then. They'll keep you young," he chuckled, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Brad's dark brows lofted at the last comment, momentarily surprised into silence. Regaining himself after his short blank stare, he remarked, "I'll make sure to wear you out properly, then.
Go on ahead and lay down. Take off your shoes, make yourself comfortable." He ushered the young man inside, shutting the door behind himself and twisting the lock. Walking towards his closet, he started unbuttoning his vest, glancing over his shoulder to Kenta. "I'm going to change real fast, I don't like smelling like an ashtray--" it occured to him that the waiter might feel the same, to which he added on smoothly, "--and I have a spare pair of sweats that don't fit me if you're so inclined. A shirt too if you'd like."
The vest was removed and draped over the chair by his desk; the dress shirt didn't get as much consideration, being pulled over his head (since his sleeves and neck were already undone) and tossed into an open hamper. Grabbing his comfortable jean bottoms, he put the sweats out for Kenta, regardless of his answer, before disappearing into the bathroom to change.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 2:36 pm
The young man just nodded his head as the events passed before him, not entirely sure what was going on. He gave the host a small frown, which was quite in vain since the older man was already looking away going about his own business.
''W--what?'' he looked at Brad as he started to remove his long sleeved shirt, blinking in utter surprise. Was he just going to change here? Thankfully, the older man went into the bathroom, but not without tossing some sweats in Kenta's direction. Kenta caught it despite his slow reflexes tonight and grasped the soft cloth with his fingers. Now he was alone in the room as Brad was changing in the smaller room, he tilted his head to the side and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if he should change to the sweats that moment. He rested his nose on his sleeve which had the stench of a mixture of alcohol, smoke and other things-- he agreed that a change of clothes would be good. He unbuttoned his vest and folded it neatly to the side then proceeded to unzip his pants and reveal some boxers...he started to slip of his pants and pull on the sweats as fast as possible.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:03 pm
Brad was very mindful to take his time, to give Kenta all he needed to make up his mind and change if he so chose, doing menial things like dampening his hair and cleaning his hands. Content that enough time had passed, he strolled out of the bathroom and back to the bed, taking a seat next to the waiter.
He took the young man's hand without warning, pressing the ball of his thumb in certain points and making a soft humming noise during the process. Turning his eyes back to Kenta's purple ones, he smiled, "Why don't you lay down? That way you can sleep if you'd like. It's been a while since I've done this, but I don't think it's something you ever really forget."
The Host chose not to elaborate, simply sitting and smiling while awaiting Kenta's reply.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:36 pm
He rested his hands on the soft bed, the sweats were a little big for him but it fit just right just for this occasion. He folded up his sleeves, giving a light squeeze on his own arm as he awaited the older man. When Brad emerged from the bathroom Kenta's eyes moved towards the bed where he sat.
Quite unsure of what the older man wanted his position to be, he opened his mouth to ask, ''Uhm..'' he then felt his hand being grabbed and massaged. The man was not bad at this at all. An amused expression took the place of the blank stare as Brad did this, he found this side of Brad... charming. That or he was just really tired.
''Lay down? Okay..'' he did not resist at all, it seemed that the older man would get his way tonight. He rested his body properly on the bed, a bit hesitantly, he did not want to come off as rude, this was Brad's room--not his. ''I'd want to be awake for this'' the waiter nodded casting a glance at the older man. ''Is this position alright for you?''
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:49 pm
A deeply amused smile flickered over his face, but he refrained from the raunchy comment that threatened to escape. "For now it's fine; I wont be able to get to your back this way. I'll work on your feet and calves first, then." Brad scooted back on the bed so that he was at the foot of it, resting in a kneeling position, picking up one of Kenta's feet and placing it on his mid-thigh. "If you're ticklish, this will be a little awkward at first," he smiled knowingly, "but it'll even out. Just bear with me."
Hands as rough as his were used to a life of hard larbor, but the fingers pressed against the other man's flesh moved with the utmost gentleness. He had done this many, many times before, to one who was on their feet all day, one who had much strain in their body as well. Brad used his thumbs to work on the waiter's heel, eyes only partially focused, using his hands to feel for what his gaze could not see just beneath the surface.
As his fingers slid to the middle of the man's foot, using the rest of his digits to also massage the top of said foot at the same time, he intoned softly, "I wont do anything other than what we agreed on, if you do fall asleep. I don't bite, you know, unless you ask." His smile was light but distracted, shifting one hand's attentions to just beneath the other's toes.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 4:34 pm
Frankly, Kenta felt quite embarrassed at the situation.
He sat up a little, resting his weight on both of his arms as he watched the host hard at work on his leg area. He did not think that the host would massage his feet as well. It was something that made him embarrassed that the older man would touch. His toes curled up in response to these emotions. Even if the massage did feel good on his sore feet, he could not drown away his apparent shyness.
His skin was smooth, this included the the soles of his foot and the skin on his hands as compared to the rough skin of the host. Kenta never really worked before, it was because he never really needed to work-- and it showed in his appearance.
A sigh of pleasure almost escaped Kenta's lips as the man kept on working.His purple eyes were half-closed and it was just the start of the massage. ''I wouldn't want to take your bedspace again'' he paused, ''Unless I ask? I'm not going to answer that'' he said, amused.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:41 pm
"Kenta, I hope one of these days you'll realize I don't say these things just to hear the sound of my voice," he teased the young man gently, carefully rubbing his fingers over those curled toes. It was damnably cute, and Brad was having a hard time keeping his composure. "Besides, you're quite comfortable. I slept remarkably well the last time." He regretted saying it the moment the words left his mouth, but it was too late to take it back. It was too familiar, too forward for the Italian, especially given their current situation. He kept a faint smile on his lips, hoping his awareness of how ludacris he sounded wasn't so obvious to the man he was tending to.
The man finished the one foot and moved to the other, giving it the same intense attention he had given the former. He knew how good a well done foot massage could feel, and it was a good way to start loosening up. Personally he would have rather started with the waiter's shoulders, but this was just as well.
Finishing the young man's feet, his hands slid to the calves, being very careful to rub before kneading. It had taken many yelps and slaps in the past to remember how sensitive some muscles could be, but he'd say he was fairly well trained in his age. Finally, he spoke again, "When I'm done here, you can flip over if you'd like. Unless you want your stomach worked on, although I'd have to say I'm new to that." Brad cracked another smile at Kenta, apparently not embarrased enough by his statement to stem the jokes. He really wasn't sure why he had cringed at it to begin with, but perhaps he felt he had struck too close to the subject of preference like from before.
Or was it about that? Brad stared intently at the quilt on the bed, his hands much softer than his gaze as he worked.
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