Positions // Shaymien (Shayne Topp & Damien Haas) [boyxboy]

5 // Off the Table

Just wanna know,
Is love completely off the table?

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"Where the hell are my keys?!" Damien yelled out into the room. His pristine and clean room was no longer in order and was now completely unorganized with much of his stuff littering the floor around him. "Fuck!" he screamed.

Damien had finally finished getting ready but was currently having trouble finding his keys. He looked sharp, he was in a suit that was in a more casual and fun color palette than his bland suits from work. The emerald green was very eye catching and brought a very high end feel to his appearance. Instead of a button down shirt, Damien had opted for a polo shirt to add some casual energy back.

With his ongoing search for his keys, however, Mr. Hass' sharp look seemed more messy than anything. The room was a wreck, but Damien soon found his keys in the pocket of some pants at the bottom of the laundry basket. He quickly brought his wrist up in order to see the time on his watch and more anxious energy took over him immediately. He would have to call his cleaning lady to come clean up the apartment while he was out.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Damien had misplaced his keys like always and had been rushing in a panic to find them. Even though he told himself to get ready in a timely manner, he lost track of time and almost lost his chance at a date with the newest and hottest guy at the office.

"Oh god..." Damien whispered to himself. How awkward would it be if he had to go to work with Shayne if he missed the date? That was something that was not about to happen. He would rather search for the keys all night than do that.

"Fuck it, I would have just bought another car!" Damien was dumb sometimes, but even he wasn't stupid enough to actually buy a new car just to save a date. Even though the thought genuinely lingered for a moment. Nevertheless, he had already found the keys in time for him to not think of it too much.

"Oh god, sorry Crystal..." Damien spoke into the room as he took a quick look around. The whole apartment was an absolute wreck and he was already embarrassed at the idea of his cleaning lady seeing the apartment in its current shape. Damien, hesitatingly, texted her anyway and hoped she would be free to come over immediately. The typing of his keyboard was very quiet, but it was the only sound other than his steps that was audible in the main hallway outside his apartment. Damien made his way directly to the elevator that would take him to the main lobby.

While taking a quick glance at his watch, Damien realized he was running a few minutes behind to what he would have liked to be. The Lobby of his building was very grandiose in its appearance, and it made total sense since every other inhabitant of the building was also a very well off individual. Damien worked a job that not many people of his age group could accomplish to obtain at such a young age and he was very grateful to be able to live such a luxurious lifestyle—though it did seem as he took his luxuries for granted sometimes, even he was aware of that. Not many people could even think of ever reaching his level of comfort. The main lobby of his building would always be a reminder to every person he invited over that Damien was very wealthy and at a much high status than them. Many people were intimidated by Damien's social status, but the an was also not naive, he knew many people only lusted after him for his looks and wealth.

Back at the office he felt like many of the people that tried to pursue him only did so due to the idea that they could experience a garish lifestyle with him in the process. Every single time Damien could see right through it, and when it was a genuine interest Damien could never seem to connect with the other individual in a way that he would want to.