Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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He saw Tripp's look. It was subtle, and curious, and some would have missed it. But Dei was used to people eyeing him up, and often frequently sought it out - wanting people to look. He wasn't like Shi, who wanted it for attention, but it was more that he wanted it so he could decide if he was interested in taking them to bed or not. He made a point of looking at Tripp right back, not as subtle as his eyes roved the clear hard planes of his abs and chest, raising a slight brow. He was good looking, but he wasn't surprised - Alisha didn't pick up shit off the street. "well i'm sure she'd love to answer her phone if you really want to know." Dei rolled his own eyes in turn, "Like I give a shit." And he didn't.
"to be fair i've never thought of joining before." Dei gave a slight snort, "I'm not surprised, you do strike me as a little... vanilla." He looked him over again, but as harsh as it sounded he didn't mean it in a nasty way. He saw what he saw. Sure, he might like to be the one in control but given what Dei knew of Lis, he was pretty sure she probably took the reins on most occasions. It was curious though, that Tripp was considering it. He knew Alisha didn't generally like to share but he also knew she generally liked to cross lines and fool around, perhaps she would be interested with a friend - someone she knew was without a doubt not going to take her man away.
He stayed sat despite the ridiculous picture, not bothering to move. "no freebies, got it. so how much do you charge an hour?" A sigh, what a ridiculous statement. "More than you could afford, you better hope Lis can fit the bill." He didn't like to admit that there may have been things he'd dabbled in in the past to pay his way - with his piss poor family but devilish good looks, there was always something he could sell that was worth more than nothing. He smirked as Tripp's eyes following the flash of skin of his toned stomach. Boy really was curious...interesting. "i thought you didn't give freebies?" He shrugged at that. "Might depend on if it's worth my time." His eyes noticed the size of Tripp's arms, but then he already knew the kid was attractive. "until you show me, i'll just have to use the photo." Dei smirked again, "Speak to Lis, and we'll see if you get a lesson in how."
he snorted a little as dei said he didn't give a shit and tripp couldn't help but shrug his shoulders just a little. he was happy to let it lie there, he didn't need to know what she thought anyway. he wasn't one of those guys who needed to know they were the best a girl had had. what mattered was the now, not the past and sometimes not even the future. it was the moment and what you were doing it in, there was no point in settling on the what ifs or the what you didn't haves. you just dealt with what you got and that was that. "vanilla is a classic." he said with a little smirk. okay it wasn't his favourite but what sort of person was he if he just rolled over on that comment.
"just so long as it's worth her footing the bill." the more the conversation went on the more interesting it got and the more intriguing it was. sure it had been one thing to joke about it before but at some point it had shifted and he wasn't upset with where it was headed. it hadn't been a conversation he'd had before so he'd never known it would be one he'd want to have but the deeper it got the more he felt like it was something to explore, at least with alisha by his side. if she wanted to, that's what it would boil down to and she'd take the lead. he'd never ask her if she didn't want to.
so dei had noticed him looking, it didn't bother him that he had. it wasn't like dei had kept his eyes in the one spot while he'd been looking at him throughout their conversation, it just felt that deimos might have been slightly more versed in checking people out. there was no denying that he was nice to look at, he worked on himself, he'd been told he was handsome his whole life like people had expected it to be a part of his personality or something and he liked to keep fit so he could play sports. so the fact dei had been looking at him didn't bother him, he was used to it. "do you have a scale? like 0 is awful, 10 is mind.. or something blown." he said with a slight smirk, fighting the urge to lick his lip for some reason. "any prereading in case she's all for it?"
"vanilla is a classic." Dei raised a brow, "Vanilla is boring." He mused. Sure, there was something to be said for it on the rare occasion; generally when he was feeling lazy or similar, but considering Dei didn't do relationship and getting lax and boring, he was more about excitement. He couldn't stand the idea of being one of those people that just did the same shit every time. "just so long as it's worth her footing the bill." A roll of his eyes, Dei shot the boy a look. "She's well aware of how worth her time it is." Considering they'd been fuck buddies plenty over the years, until Red had come in and stolen her heart. How gross.
He glanced at the ridiculous array of chairs and shook his head again. Juvenile, but he shouldn't have been that surprised. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it, seeing a text from Shiloh chasing him up. He sighed, but at least she would entertain him for a little while at least. "do you have a scale? like 0 is awful, 10 is mind.. or something blown." Dei tilted his head, "Oh I fully expect to get everything blown. Like I said, I don't do vanilla." He snorted, though he had to admit there was some interest in bringing Tripp into the world of how to please a man, and whether he'd have the bottle to go through with it. "any prereading in case she's all for it?" At that he let out a small chuckle, "I could send you some informational videos."
"and chocolate is just sugar." he wasn't a chocolate fan but he didn't think they were really talking about flavours of food, more flavours of something else. he had to admit that alisha had put more spice into his life than he'd had before and he was much better for it. before he'd been with her, had built that connection he'd been, well he'd been a bit of a shit. not that he thought there was anything wrong with that though, there was nothing wrong with looking out for number one, knowing your worth and thinking that no one was better than you, they were all life lessons they were taught as kids, the problem was when kids got big enough to do all those things, the people who'd taught them those values often regretted it.
he shrugged his shoulders just a little before he folded his arms across his chest lightly as he watched the male still sitting on the chair before him. "well she's never mentioned it." okay maybe that wasn't all that true but he couldn't recall her telling him it was mind blowing. actually come to think of it, it might not even have been alisha that mentioned it. her group of friends were entirely too open and far to willing to dirty a conversation. "everything?" he raised his brow, slightly curious on just how far everything meant. he heard him chuckle and couldn't help but feel that was a win. like it was something that had amused the guy enough to have him crack that exterior he was famous for. "and what about a demonstration, something i can compare notes with." he said, his eyebrow raising just slightly, unable to help just how fun this conversation was feeling.
"and chocolate is just sugar." Dei snorted and rolled his eyes, "who said you had to pick one flavour." Dei had never been good at just sticking with one, he liked to dip back and forth between whatever took his interest. It depended on the individual, on who caught his eye, on what mood he was in as to what happened that night. He wasn't even that bothered on chocolate, he didn't have much of a penchant for sweet stuff and sugar. Dei watched Tripp for a moment, observing the way that he acted. Dei could pick up on the interest, he was too good at reading people to miss it - and whether Tripp realised it or not, he was giving off the exact vibes he got in the club when he eyed up a guy that didn't know yet that they swung both ways.
"well she's never mentioned it." Dei gave a small chuckle at that, and a raise of his brow pointedly. "Right, because the male ego is generally very fragile and can't handle knowing about a woman's past... and how other men can be better." Not that he was over exaggerating on his abilities, he would be the first to admit that on occasion he gave no shits about the other person and their pleasure. Particularly in his younger days - it had all been about him, him and him. He'd changed somewhat over the years to give at least a bit of a shit to the other person if only to stroke his ego, but sometimes he couldn't help sizing people up and giving a valid opinion that they were a piece of shit in the sack.
He tilted his head slightly as he stretched his neck upon standing. "everything?" Dei smirked slightly at the look on Tripp's face - poor kid. "Everything." His voice dropped an octave on purpose, low and smooth - a hum in is chest that people tended to like hearing. "and what about a demonstration, something i can compare notes with." He cocked his head a little and looked at the kid, contemplating his actions, for once, and deciding that it was unlikely Alisha was really going to care. She'd shared before, she'd share again. "As you wish." He muttered, and he raised his right hand to grasp the back of Tripp's neck; not hard but firm, giving him the option to back out but making his intent clear as he directed Tripp's lips to his own. It was not a soft, experimental, careful kind of kiss. It was one of those all consuming, no time for thought, deep kinds of kisses that set your toes curling. Just to make a damn point.