No Tell Motel

Dario had his iPod going full blast and he was pumping some serious iron, mostly because there wasn't anything around to pump.

Ever since he'd checked in he'd been feeling a little weird, like somebody had put something funny in his drink. His heart rate was up, he was sweating, and his skin tingled. Going to the gym wasn't a way to relieve those symptoms so much as it was a way to give them reasons. It was like an exercise high, or how he felt when he went to a really good concert, or like a fucking fantastic first date. But it wasn't going away, so he had to do some exercise so he could imagine exercise was the reason.

His muscles glistened with sweat as he added twenty pounds to the weights, then pushed them to the sky. He'd do this, hit the showers and the sauna, and see if he felt any calmer.

i just picked up this pb and think he's so sexy he needs some action. open thread.

And Jimmy needs some clothes. And Jimmy may need to see a doctor if his erection lasts any longer.

Didn't help that he showed up here buck naked in the middle of the pool area. Meeting the cat-man was a nice change too, though it did sort of stretch the limit of what "getting a little pussy" meant. And at least he was able to find a towel to wrap around himself. Now to find a room that he can stay in.

He headed up the stairs and down the hall. He could hear vague muffled noises from some of the rooms. Fun-sounding noises, at that. He'd love to be in on one of those one of these days, that's for sure. But for now, a place to call his own.

Oh. Room 69. Well, yeah, that works.

He pushed the door open and found it empty. Letting the towel fall to the floor, he lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the vaguely muffled noises of passion from eh adjoining rooms. God, he'd fallen into polyamorous hedonistic heaven.

Now if someone would only show up and bring the fun to him, so to speak...

His name is Jimmy.

He hates it. He's tried to go by James but Jimmy keeps sticking to him, like a wad of bubble gum on his shoe, and he's become resigned to it. Jimmy Bates it is and it's never gonna be anything different.

Oh, well. Good thing he's the adaptable sort.

He's adapted to a lot in his life. Parents' divorce. Uncle suddenly leaving the family fortune to him and him alone. Schools rejecting him if he wouldn't give 'em a gift. Discovering his tastes in intimate affairs ranged further and wider than most found comfortable, or even sane.

He's sure he'll adapt to this.

"This" being that he's somehow managed to end up on a lounge chair, one of a row of them, surrounding an indoor pool. Looks to be inside a hotel of sorts.

Not so hard to adapt to, he supposes. It'll take some getting used to, though, to deal with he fact that he's completely naked.

He leans back and relaxes. Yeah, he'll get used to it eventually.