Chapter 2 - Darren Moss

Wincing at the wail from his phone, Darren Moss half-blindly hit the speakerphone button before pulling one of his extra pillows over his head. "Quinn. Oh my god."

"Yes! Oh my god! This fucking bar star who I only cast in the first place because he was somebody's nephew and I had to 'make the money happy' got picked up for fucking solicitation and we start filming in two days! What the hell am I supposed to do? Half the crew's already down there and the house is gorgeous and they've built out all the rigs and we're not gonna have enough himbos and - "

"QUINN. If you don't shut up I swear I'm taking you off my trusted contacts list."

For a long moment there was blessed silence. Then, in a much smaller voice, Quinn said, "Shit, sorry I woke you up at... 5am?"

"Better be," Darren grumbled, then started to extract himself from bed, taking the phone off speaker. "I'm taking you to take a piss. Start again from the beginning with less histrionics."

Halfway through Darren's second espresso, things finally started to make sense. "Quinn," he said slowly, "Are you trying to talk me into being on reality TV?"

"No," Quinn replied, "I'm quite literally begging you to be on reality TV. Please, Dare, I know it's the slow season for you - "

"Which is why I'm on vacation at my Moms' place in Nice and not dealing with New York tourists."

"But you could come be on vacation in Puerto Vallarta! Just imagine it. The ocean, hot guys wearing very little...."

Darren rubbed his forehead. "The last thing I want is to hook up with another fucking himbo after Scott."

"Himbo's a state of mind, you can pull it off! And we can knock a couple years off your age, the categorization pretty loose already. Come on, Dare, it'll be fun. It'll be just like when we used to do improv. Go on the show, film a couple episodes, get yourself kicked off and then you can crash in my room and I'll make it up to you with really hot sex. And I'll owe you, like, BIG time. Real big. Please? Please, Dare. I'm desperate. I've exhausted literally every avenue, there's nobody I can bring down without having to go through a week of paperwork and psych evals and background checks and - everything!"

Maybe it was because he wasn't quite awake yet, or maybe the thought of an uncomplicated romp with Quinn... it had been a while. And it was probably a bad idea, but....

"I'm Darren, I'm twenty eight, and I grew up... kind of all over? Like, fifty percent New York and fifty percent Boston and fifty percent France, I guess? I'm into, like, sports, but also modeling, I'm kind of an underwear model? In my spare time I really like to like... talk, and vocalize my thoughts and communicate about everything.... "

"Why am I here? Well, who wouldn't want to vacation in a villa full of hot daddies?"

Darren couldn't deny that pretending to be 'no thoughts head empty' was kind of fun. He did feel a little bit guilty knowing that he was just here to fill a spot, but he was pretty sure none of these guys actually expected to find true and lasting love here. He'd watched the first season of the show, after all. It was pretty hilarious how quickly people got possessive or started claiming they'd found something real when they'd known their partner-hopeful for literally two days.

He didn't particularly have a plan for himself. He'd tried to ask Quinn if there were any potential storylines he should play into, but Quinn hadn't been forthcoming - "That would be cheating". But Darren supposed that if all else failed he could just resort to making out with whoever he happened to be with for the episode.

When it came time to pick his first date via their underwear, he found himself picking the New York Rangers boxers without really thinking. They had the most personality of the three pairs left when he picked, though he supposed the silky thong might have been interesting. But he genuinely liked the Rangers, and found himself liking the possibility of having something to talk about on this date rather than going straight to sucking face.

Darren had to admit that Quinn had outdone himself when it came to casting. His fellow Himbos were all delectable in various ways - Darren could see himself in bed with any of them - but he hadn't expected much of the daddies. He'd dated a few men that were slightly older than him in his time, but hadn't really gone after older men intentionally. Each of the five men that had appeared from around the side of the house were very handsome despite the variety of body types and levels of gray in their hair - or perhaps because of it.

And the one who stepped out of line when Darren held up his underwear - raising his hand with an adorably shy smile while simultaneously undressing Darren with his gaze - was absolutely the hottest of them all.

Darren forced himself not to start talking with him until they reached their assigned date spot, as he'd been directed, but he couldn't help but admire the man as they walked. Carson, with short blond hair in messy spikes, blue eyes and a delectable mouth with a curiously wide cupid's bow. If he was a daddy he had incredible skin for his age, but Darren was pretty sure he was much younger than the others.

God, what a body. Built in a way that experience had taught him meant real strength, not just being a gym rat. Solid, with softness over well-muscled arms and pecs and abs, which made Darren think the man could throw him around despite his height. And the collection of black and gray tattoos covering his arms, shoulders, upper back and calves added a delicious bad boy flavor and made Darren suddenly wish he had more himself.

He was cognizant enough of the camera setup to choose the sun lounger slightly closer to it; he knew his ass looked great in a speedo, and it would be a sin not to get a good angle on Carson's body. "I'm really glad I picked your undies, handsome," he purred, and Carson gave a soft, surprised laugh.

"Really?" Was it the undies, or being called handsome that had caught him off guard? "Um, thanks. I was worried I'd be - that they'd be too silly, but I wasn't really sure how much personality was in a pair of black boxer-briefs...."

"I like a man with something interesting in his pants," Darren replied, which would have seemed a bit shameless to say to a man he'd just met in any other circumstance, but he was playing a himbo. That, too, caught Carson off guard - god, he was cute when he blushed - so Darren quickly added, "And I like hockey. Definitely a Rangers fan."

It was hard not to want to say yes just to please this gorgeous hunk. "I wish I still did. Had to give it up as a kid when I went into dance."

"Oh, so you're a dancer?" Carson's gaze went to his legs again with open appreciation.

He ought to just say yes. To posture about his own worth like a proper himbo. But somehow the thought of being so fake with this sweetly earnest man just... didn't feel right. And before he knew it, Darren was telling him everything; how he'd tried to focus on hockey because it was the one "manly" thing that interested him and made his father happy, even though he wanted to be a ballerina like his mother had been. How his father had become increasingly homophobic as he'd gotten older until his parents had finally split over it, then having to move with his mother back to Nice to live with her parents until he could come back to New York for school.

"I still dance when I can, but it's pretty competitive," he admitted. "Mostly I just work for a French language tour company and take Parisians around museums."

The sun loungers were close enough together that their knees overlapped, and Carson had reached out to rest a hand on his knee as he spoke, blue eyes sympathetic. Darren half-expected some condolences about failed dreams, but instead Carson said quietly, "It's not your fault, you know. The divorce."

Darren stared at him in surprise, mouth going dry. Had Carson somehow picked up on that niggling uncertainty he'd never quite been able to get rid of?

"I worry about it a lot with my kids," Carson continued after a moment, when Darren couldn't reply. "Their mother - my ex-wife - she didn't... having a family ended up not being the lifestyle she wanted. I realize now she just did it to make me happy. And we weren't ever really happy together, not as a couple, anyway. But I still worry a lot that they'll think she left us because of them."

"I'm sorry," Darren said softly, covering Carson's hand with his own. "That's a real shit thing for anyone to do."

"Thanks." Carson cradled his hand in both of his. "Honestly, I think I kind of romanticized the whole thing, and that wasn't fair to her. My ex is a singer, I wrote her first three albums and played in her band. I grew up around musicians and I always thought the kids who toured with their parents had the most incredible life. She didn't leave because of the kids, though. My ex always had problems with the fact that I was bisexual even though I was completely committed to her. But I'm glad she left, for both our sakes. And the kids. It's not the life I expected, but I'm really happy... and I'm hoping I can find someone who'll share it with me."

Jesus, was Carson here actually looking for love? Darren's mouth went dry again, and to his surprise it was less from worrying about the fact that he was here under false pretenses and more...

... more, much more from the way his heart skipped a beat as Carson looked into his eyes.

"...so you actually are a daddy," he managed to reply, and Carson gave a soft chuckle, nodding and lowering his gaze.

"Yeah. My daughter's five and my son is three." Blue eyes flicked up to his again, more worriedly. "I'm... sorry if that's not what you expected...."

Darren shook his head, suddenly wanting nothing more than to reassure him. "No, no. It's... I mean, yeah I didn't expect it but I wasn't really expecting anything, to be honest? But... I like kids. I've always kind of envied my friends that are Guncles."

"Yeah." Darren leaned forward, stroking his free hand up Carson's bicep. "Thought you were a bit young to be a daddy, but... I'm really into it, Carson. If I'm not too old for you."

"Twenty - " for a split second of panic Darren couldn't remember the lie he'd given upstairs. "Nine."

"Thirty-three," Carson replied with a chuckle. He shifted his grasp on Darren's hand, leaning closer to him as he lifted it to nuzzle the back of it, pressing his lips to his knuckles. "I wasn't really sure what to expect here, either," he said, more quietly. "But I'm really glad you picked my underwear, too."

He wasn't supposed to be having these feelings. He definitely wasn't supposed to be getting twitterpated over a man kissing his goddamn hand. But somehow Darren's brain wasn't in charge anymore. Another part of him - Darren told himself it was his dick but it was uncomfortably somewhere between the two - made him close the distance between them and claim Carson's lips with his own.

Immediately Carson was pulling him closer, lips parting to his with a low moan that went straight to Darren's cock. He slid a hand into Darren's hair, drawing him in as he licked into his mouth, and Darren found himself yielding, wanting this man to pin him down and kiss him until he couldn't remember his own name. He slid closer - as close as he could without falling off the lounger - and only the knowledge that they were being filmed kept him from climbing into Carson's lap completely.

Carson nipped at his bottom lip, breath labored, free hand stroking restlessly up and down his thigh. "Pretty hot outside... wanna take a dip to cool off?"

"...yeah that's probably a good idea," Darren managed to reply. He stole another kiss before pulling away, resisting the urge to self-consciously adjust his half-hard cock through his speedo. Thank god the pool was right there.

Getting in first, however, meant that he was looking up at his handsome date as Carson undid his shorts, pulling them down his hips to reveal a dark blue speedo underneath and....

Darren bit his bottom lip on an expletive, a little strangled noise still escaping his throat. Jesus Christ. Even if he assumed Carson was already half hard like he was, just a glimpse of what the other man was packing was making Darren want to break every house rule and public decency law in the book. Carson caught him looking as he perched on the edge of the pool, giving him a smile that was adorably shy, and as soon as he was in the water Darren couldn't stop himself from pulling him close and claiming his mouth again.

Carson gave a pleased groan, rubbing hands down his back to grab his ass as they kissed. Before Darren knew it Carson was pulling his thighs up around his waist and pinning him back against the side of the pool with his body.

He managed to keep himself from moaning with a breathless laugh. "Mmm, I really love a man who can throw me around."

Carson hummed against his mouth, pleased, as he stole another kiss. "Throw you around as much as you want, handsome."

"Hey Darren, your mic's gotten disconnected," said one of the PAs as they started towards them along the edge of the pool. Not surprising, when the mic pack was clipped to the back of his speedo and currently sandwiched against the pool wall. Thank god the things were all waterproof. "We can clip it to your necklace or just set it behind you on the edge if you two are going to talk like that for a while...."

Darren regretfully detangled himself from Carson's body to stand, trying very hard not to think about how good it felt. He fished out the mic pack to let her reconnect it. "I think on the side is probably good....?"

"Please keep the house rules in mind when it comes to the pool especially," the PA reminded them as they finished and stood. "We had to clean it twice last season and they will penalize you in the competition."

"We will," Carson replied, smiling as Darren sank down into his arms again. He tugged at Darren's thighs again as they kissed, rubbing up and down them with a pleased groan. "...maybe getting in the pool wasn't the best way to cool off."

Darren laughed breathlessly, prudently forcing himself not to rut up against him like he very much wanted to. "Wanna see how long we can make out like teenagers?"

Carson grinned against his mouth, fingers briefly digging into his ass in a way that felt incredible. "Yeah. I really do."

The sun-warmed pool water hadn't, of course, done anything to dissuade Darren's erection, and being pinned back against the wall of the pool was definitely doing the opposite. The strength and solidity of Carson's body - and the hard ridge of that huge cock especially - made him very much want to writhe and squirm against him, and the thought of grinding together until they got off was tantalizing. But he was more aware than ever that going that route would mean ending this far sooner than he wanted to. So he forced himself to hold still and focus on the pleasure of Carson's mouth, losing himself to long, deep kisses. To focus on stroking his hands over Carson's back and shoulders and delectable biceps, running his fingers through the back of his short-cropped hair.

He'd never been so aware of his own arousal and his partner's, and so aware of not being able to satisfy it. But there was something exquisite about that restraint. Something wonderful about spending what felt like hours kissing, sucking on Carson's lips and tasting every part of his mouth as Carson's hands rubbed slowly over his thighs and ass. And tightening his thighs around Carson's waist ever so slightly, heels digging into the backs of his thighs, and releasing.

"Can't believe how sexy you are," Carson murmured, his voice satisfyingly rough. "I don't normally... do this."

Darren gave a breathless laugh, not quite sure how to respond to that and squirming against his cock more despite himself. "Make out in a swimming pool like a couple of teenagers?"

"...or making out at all." Carson caught his mouth again, fingers digging into his ass as he pushed against him, and for a split second Darren was ready to get in a hell of a lot of trouble just for the pleasure of getting Carson off.

Then Carson was unexpectedly pulling him backwards with him into the pool, dunking them both, and Darren came up spluttering in surprise, trying to grab the mic pack that now swung loose in the water behind him. "Bad boy!"

Carson let out a barked laugh. "Bad boy? Now who's the daddy?" Grinning, he leaned in for a kiss. "Think it's probably time to get dried off and changed, handsome," he purred, and Darren had to admit that he was very, very right.

They started for the pool stairs - and the pile of towels that sat near them, thank god - but as Carson started to climb them Darren grabbed his arm before he could expose himself. "Carson - "

"I wanna - " a million things were on the tip of his tongue, none of which were appropriate when he was being recorded or things he could follow through on anyway. " - lick your abs."

Carson gave another of his soft, adorably taken aback laughs. Like he couldn't believe anyone would want to, and Darren found himself very much wanting to prove all of those misconceptions wrong. He wet his lips, which were delightfully reddened and swollen from their kisses. "...can do anything you want to me."

Darren didn't hesitate, sinking down into the water and grabbing hold of his hip as he pressed a hungry, open-mouthed kiss to his stomach. Carson's fingers curled in his hair and Darren groaned; the warmth and strength were just as exquisite as he imagined, and his mind went to what it would feel like if Carson pushed his head down farther, urging his mouth to that incredible cock. Clinging to control, Darren slowly licked a path up his abs, but couldn't resist the urge to close his free hand around the thick shaft of his cock underwater between them, moaning at his tantalizing girth and wishing he could do far more.

Then he forced himself to pull back, hurrying up the stairs and grabbing a towel. "I'll dry off in the sauna," he told him as he passed. And get off.

As soon as the door was closed behind him, shielding him from view of the cameras, Darren had his speedo down and cock in hand. He bit his lip, forcing himself not to make any noise as he jerked himself, and very quickly was spilling in his fingers at the thought of Carson in the change room next door hopefully doing much the same thing.

	Day 1
Darren	Carson
Carson	Darren
Wes	Alain
Alain	Wes
Trevor	Tydall
Tydall	Trevor
Zhehan	Stephen
Stephen	Zhehan
Blythe	Luiz
Ryland	n/a
Luiz	Blythe