Once again, Red came to work later than all his colleagues. While his body was doing the usual things: changing clothes, installing colored contact lenses, changing his hair; his soul was not in place, because it was still not clear with Lion - whether he recognized him, or not, or everything that happened - it was just a coincidence. The guy pondered about it all the way to the Club and while he was getting himself into the required "marketable" look.

He finally came to the following conclusion while looking into the brown eyes of his reflection:

"Most likely it's my fear painting wrong pictures, and from P'Jake's side everything is ordinary... Asked to play - because he haven't played in a long time, and I'm the best on the team and the captain... Walked into the locker room without knocking, shook his hand and took a towel - also nothing wrong... he's the coach. Everything is explainable and simple... I'm making a lot of excuses for myself! Time to stop it!"

Red stepped out of the tub with an already calm mind and, after glancing around at everyone present, headed for the kitchen part of the room.

"Not having time to eat again! Where did your punctuality go? Or have you had more situations in your life outside of this hot spot that require your attention?" - Green though he spoke jokingly as usual, Red heard only concern and worry on his part. He knew now that Green was more than just a coworker.

"I can survive on one meal of rice once a day. No problem," Red replied in almost a whisper, winked and smiled at the handsome man in the green robe.

He was in a fighting mood now, and even a little bit cheerful. He pushed away all the heavy thoughts, the birds didn't bother him this time, but somewhere deep in his soul, four black birds sat quietly for a while, but they were under control for the moment.

Red sat down in the chair next to Green and drank water, his gaze wandering around the room and looking at his coworkers. Violet sat cross-legged on the couch across from Orange and applied makeup to his face, professionally running a brush over his cheekbones. Blue was in the chair leafing through a magazine. There were two people missing from the room: Yelow was still apparently sick, no one had seen him since Sunday, but Indigo was supposed to be here...

"Green, do you happen to know where the new guy is?" - Red inquired.

"Oh, don't spook the happiness! That ratty little rat has gotten everybody in just twenty-four hours. Everywhere I turn, there he is - walking and sniffing around. His stream of questions is endless! He's already avoiding me, but the guys haven't sent him yet and he keeps pestering them. Tell me, what does he care what Norman's assistant likes? Or whether Ms. Makoto is making the rounds of his florist? This all seems strange to me, but I'm in an observational stance for now. Let him swim this river in search of the crocodile, only I fear his actions will come out sideways," Green's words made Red think.

"Flowers, I wish you fun, debaucherous encounters and generous clients today! To the places, everyone!" - Norman burst into the room. The boys did not react to his inappropriate wish, only Green, sending his boss an air kiss, said: "Thanks, Daddy!"

Everyone present stood up, walked out into the hallway, and began to disperse to their rooms. Norman stopped the guy in red who was trailing this colorful procession by grabbing his arm loosely:

"You're in the know now, I take it? Be careful! We can't be exposed."

"I understand. Don't worry about it. Thank you," Red knew what Grandpa's apprentice was talking about, you couldn't screw up, Makoto wouldn't just let anyone get away with cheating.

"And... only regular VIP customers today..." - The man added when he saw that the boy was still standing still. Red nodded.

Norman went into the staff room and Red was about to walk his eleven steps when suddenly a low, husky whisper was heard from behind him, very close to his ear: "You're not as easy as you look. I'm getting more and more interested in this place, and I want to crack this nut as soon as possible"

Red turned around sharply - Indigo was standing a step away from him.

"Where did he come from? Probably came out of the bathroom. He must have heard our conversation... Ignore it or attack?" - Thinking quickly, Red smiled at the man across the room.

"Glad you liked the place. You've been in the bathroom for a long time... Warming up?!" - Saying that, he walked briskly to his door.

The rainbow rooms were arranged in order of the colors of the rainbow: three rooms (red, orange, yellow) on one side of the hallway, and four rooms (green, light blue, blue, and purple) on the other. Thus, the staff room was opposite Violet's abode, and the red room opposite the blue room.

Knocking, Red went straight inside... but as he closed the door, he paused for a moment, seeing the meaningful cold stare and carnivorous smile on the face of Indigo, who was also entering his room. The boy mirrored the facial expressions of the man in the blue robe to adhere to his chosen behavior and immediately spoke softly, keeping his eyes on Indigo and slowly closing the door, "Good evening, Khun! I apologize for being a little late."

Indigo

Today's clients were of the regular and important variety. Nothing supernatural or dangerous to Red's physical and emotional state had happened... almost....

The second customer, on the waves of happiness after the orgasm he had received, wanted to thank Red in the same way.  According to the Club's rules, it was impossible to refuse the customer's wish if it was within the limits of what was allowed, but the guy still quietly said: "It's not necessary, Khun," hoping that perhaps the man would change his mind.

This was the second time this had happened to Red in two months on the job. The first time, he had never been able to cum, even though the client was gentle and experienced, but heavy thoughts and a sense of his own insignificance blocked the very possibility of pleasure.

This time, due to a little emotional relaxation and long abstinence, Red cum brightly and quickly from the deep blowjob. It gave him the physical satisfaction that he gets during self-satisfaction, but there was no mental joy or feeling of happiness.

While the man covered his body with kisses and whispered softly in his ear what a sweet and good boy he was, the thoughts of the naked boy lying on the bed were by no means cloudless:

"I wish my mom hadn't seen all this...she taught me differently...but I've hit rock bottom. Will there ever happen in my life such a strong feeling that united my parents' hearts! Could anyone ever love me? Not the Red certainly...maybe Hope will have a chance when the darkness is over!"

Memories of his mom brought Hope's mind back to his body.

In the lad's mind she had always lived with a sincere belief in the eternal love of one person - her husband - and that belief had been passed on to her son. He knew for sure that someday he would fall in love once and for all, and by the age of 15, Hope began to think more and more often that this person would definitely not be a girl.

There were always a lot of girls around him, looking at him with amorous eyes, but he coldly accepted their romantic outbursts in his direction. However, with men things were quite different ....

Often in the school café, where Hope worked as a waiter, he often sympathized with the male high school students who came to eat lunch. One of them would often come in to eat alone and quietly watch the boy scurrying between the tables.

Hope noticed him at once; such a rock was hard to miss. Watching the lonely visitor Hope noticed the impressive size of his body, his facial features were too clear, like those of an ancient Greek god, his neck was pumped and wide, as well as his arms, light-blond strands of hair neatly arranged upward. Despite his unusual and attractive appearance, the high school student was unemotional and cold like a stone.

"How can you sit in one place for so long and not even raise an eyebrow! He looks like a living statue," Hope thought as he gazed at the chiseled silhouette at the window table.

Once again coming to the café, the Rock sat traditionally silent and practically motionless for two hours. After drinking two large glasses of latte he asked for the bill, and when Hope brought the check and a portable terminal for payment, the guy looked up, held out his card and muttered softly: "My name is Oliver. May I have your Line?"

Hope agreed to exchange contacts, since the older man was his type: it wasn't just the guy's body that attracted Hope, but the dark green eyes... he immediately remembered his mom's words when he saw them: "Son, remember - you, as one born on the first half of Wednesday should for good luck surround yourself with green and yellow colors and avoid pink!"

(From the author: Thais have always been superstitious and have long believed in the influence of birthdays on a person's life. Over the centuries, the Thais have adopted the religious beliefs of the Hindus. One such belief was that color can bring good luck and bring bad luck. In ancient Indian astronomy, each day of the week corresponded to a god and its color)

From then on, they began to chat online and often crossed paths at school. It was more like a friendship, like between Pi and Nong, until one day Oliver invited Hope to the water park at the SS Hotel. It was a Saturday and Hope, overstepping himself and his desire to help his mom at the port with cleaning fish, asked her to let him go study with his classmates, lying about an upcoming English exam.

Ever since Hope learned of his father's illness, all days have been full of pain, labor to the point of exhaustion and the desire to make life better, and this trip to the water park was not just a breath of fresh air for him, but something "incredible, amazing and beyond description." The feelings overwhelmed him. It was a whole other world!

The five-star SS Hotel was designed mainly for foreigners. When Hope entered this luxurious place with high ceilings, rich interiors, and wonderful service, he couldn't believe his luck. The lobby captivated him with a wide and welcoming space with a soaring, multi-level roof that looked straight up into the sky. He marveled at every detail, even the floor in the main part of the hotel was an extraordinary beauty of black marble with haliotis inlays.

(Author's note- HALIOTIS (Natural nacre) is called "Firebird feather" because of its rich coloration. Haliotis (or haliotis) is also known by other names: abalone, abalone ear, paua shell, sea opal, and iridescent shell. Haliotis is distinguished from the usual quiet luster of mother-of-pearl by its bright coloration and rich transitions from an iridescent green to a purple or crimson hue)

Stunning, stylish, and serene - the SS Hotel could be compared to a grand open-air theater, and Hope borrowed some of that grandeur for a while and felt like one of the main actors in tonight's performance.

Oliver dragged Hope up the steepest slides, and after flying down them the boy laughed a long time, looking at the impassive face of the Rock. As the boys frolicked in the pool, diving and jumping into the water, doing somersaults, the emotionless Oliver even smiled a few times, but the smile was awkward and fleeting, but Hope noticed it.

Oliver dried Hope's shoulders and face with a towel a couple times to smear sunscreen on them, and those touches sent shivers and excitement through the boy's stomach.

"I'm tired. I want to rest. Let's go to the room, wash up, and eat," Oliver mouthed it in his mute manner and pulled Hope toward the front desk.

"Do we have a room?" - The boy genuinely thought they would only use the hotel's aqua area and leave this wonderful place.

Without answering, Oliver dragged Hope along again, and he had to move his feet faster to keep up with the powerful man's swift gait.

The older man led Hope to the third floor of the hotel and they entered the room. While Hope was running around the living room with his eyes bulging and gasping at every piece of furniture he saw, Oliver disappeared into the bathroom without making a sound.

"Why are you standing?" - Oliver asked, emerging from the bathroom ten minutes later with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I'm wet. Don't want to ruin the upholstery on the couch," Hope replied quietly.

"Modest and sweet," Oliver said slowly, and the words sent a wave of heat through the boy's body and he blushed all the way up to his ears.

"What?" - was all he could mumble.

"Get in the shower. Everything you need is on the sink," Oliver made his way to the clothes closet.

After a quick rinse, Hope remembered that his clothes had been left lying around the living room. He was overwhelmed with emotion from being in this beautiful place and the beauty he was seeing, so his head was a little foggy and he lightly ran out naked, covering his lower front with a towel to ask his friend to fetch his things.

"I forgot my clothes on the sofa..." - suddenly Hope slammed into something very hard and hot with all his might. That concrete two-foot hot-water bottle turned out to be Oliver.

The older man's hands, who was wearing only jean shorts at the moment, were on the boy's exposed waist in an instant to keep him from falling. For a moment the boys froze, and then suddenly... Oliver's palms slowly slid lower to his thighs and then slid down to the buttocks of the still wet younger man standing close to him.

Those gentle touches of big warm hands made Hope feel warm waves of arousal and goosebumps that ran all over his body. That mountain of muscle, smooth, fair skin, full, well-defined, beautifully shaped lips, and eyes the color of dragon green were like a magnet drawing the boy closer and closer to him.

Hope never thought he would initiate the kiss because of his modesty and innocence, and though his body shook a little with fear, he gave in to his longing to touch those still soft petals of the man opposite.

As soon as their lips merged in a kiss, Oliver took the initiative and took full possession of the little mouth, actively intertwining their tongues. The towel fell out of Hope's hands and he began awkwardly stroking the shoulders, strong chest and stomach of the boy, who responded in the same way, only his lips sensually covered the neck, ears, cheeks and lips of the younger man with kisses. The boy felt his body melting in the strong and sensual embrace of Rock, who imperceptibly for him was soon already without clothes.

Their excited cocks rubbed against each other, no words were spoken, only occasional low moans of pleasure escaped from the boys. Oliver was already pushing Hope toward the bed when there was an insistent knock at the door. The boys ignored the sound at first, under the power of passionate desire, but the knock came again and again, until the intruder was pounding on the door with his foot and shouting:

"Oliver!!! I know you're in there! Open up at once, you little bastard!"

"My father. It's not good... We'll have to open it," unlike Hope, who was in shock at what was happening, which was evident on his face, Rock was still calm and unemotional.

After the boys quickly pulled on their shorts and opened the door, an older man in an expensive suit began to yell fiercely, spitting in different directions, threw Hope, who was not fully dressed, out the door with his belongings, and continued to reprimand his son. From this stream of profanity the boy realized that Oliver and his family were from Australia, this luxury hotel belonged to them, and... the boys would never meet again, as his father was sending Oliver back to his homeland "RIGHT TO-DAY!!!"

Hope wanted to fall under the ground from the feelings that had taken over him: embarrassment, shame, and the oppressive feeling that he had done something wrong and unacceptable. His mind couldn't cope with the reality of the situation: it was the first time he had clearly realized that he was unequivocally attracted to and aroused by a man's body, and he was in such an embarrassing situation in such a gorgeous place. 

That was the end of the story, and after that, Hope never saw Oliver again and tried not to let anyone get too close. In three years, he never kissed anyone...until Red's story began.

The end of flashback

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As soon as the client's time was up, Hope hurried to the staff room to change and meet with Grandpa as soon as possible. On his way to the Club, he really wanted to, but forgot to discuss Jean's case with him, because of thoughts of Jake.

But after he came out of the bathroom, he was stopped by a harsh and brash voice that he recognized immediately...

"I see you're taking your meetings with the bigwigs pretty well! And your ass doesn't hurt at all? According to my observations - everyone here suffers after pleasing clients: airing out and throwing drugs... But you don't... Hmm, can you explain what the trick is? Is someone keeping you for themselves, or are you on different terms than the rest of us unfortunates? Or maybe you're running special errands?!"

After Indigo's words, everyone's eyes turned to Red, who was shocked at such a bold public accusation against him, "He definitely heard our conversation with Norman... What the hell is he picking on me for?!" and Red was about to stand up for himself when Green abruptly stepped between him and the guy in blue:

"Hey! How narrow-minded and inattentive you are after all! Look at me! Come on!"

The neat tall handsome man fixed strands of his long black hair, lifted the edge of his robe with his hands to fully expose his legs, and strode elegantly from the table to the far wall and back, as if on a catwalk. His gait was light and sexy, and his buttocks smoothly and beautifully outlined the infinity sign with each weightless step.

Returning to his seat, he looked at the confused Indigo, "Don't you see what this performance was all about! I'll explain! Another fifteen minutes ago, I was cummed into for the sixth time during the reception.  There were two of them and they were so passionate, to the point of knee-jerking bold and unbridled! Fucked me for two hours hard, taking turns... and sometimes together! And I'll tell you what, my ass feels great! Walking, sitting, enjoying life and ready for more races! And Red might just be following in my footsteps... Don't you dare voice your filthy thoughts to the members of my lecherous rainbow family!"

Indigo remained silent, digesting what he had seen and heard, to which Green only smirked.

Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by...

"Hey! Did YOU steal my twins?!" - When he heard Green's words, Violet immediately became agitated, stood up from his chair and stomped his foot hard, causing his robe to open slightly.

"Kid, don't get so worked up! You know the saying? - Squirrels chew through the best bamboo! Our trio fits it perfectly - I'm green bamboo, and the boys just dyed their hair a fiery shade, and from now on they'll only 'gnaw' on this body! I was warned about it today...several times..." - Green was as if wound up today and unashamedly dispensed his sarcastic phrases.

"Here we go again! Ahhhhhhh... I've been ditched again by the clients I'm hooked on... Why am I not bamboozled! Let's swap flowers, Greenie boy?! Please!" - Violet started his color-swapping shuffle again, stomping his feet, pouting his lips, and widening his eyes to look as cute and touchy-feely as possible.

"You're my sweet eggplant! Don't be sad! Come here, I'll give you a hug! You can't handle Green, baby... Idea!!! Switch with Indigo. Maybe purple will give him some cuteness and he'll be kinder to his coworkers!" - Green couldn't stop, and the guys were amused.

Only Hope kept a calm expression on his face and when everyone had laughed off, he said, addressing Green, "I'm going home," and walked out of the room without saying goodbye.

An old Mercedes was already waiting for him outside the club.

Hope got into the car and immediately spoke, "Grandpa, can you pick me up at school tomorrow at 4 p.m.?"

"What about extracurricular activities...? You don't usually miss them. Is something wrong?" - Troy knew his boy very well.

"Happened...and I'm creeped out and worried that I didn't find out about it sooner. Somebody's getting hard on Jean. Basically I could probably handle the creep who hurt and humiliated her on my own, but... there's some nuance there... it takes two just in case," next to Troy, the boy could finally vent his emotions about the situation.

"Little Jeanie?! What kind of asshole dares to touch this innocent creature!" - Troy was starting to boil over.

"Grandpa...oh...let me tell you all about it tomorrow on the way to school, it's...it's a long story, and I'm tired right now and have a lot to think about..." - Hope lied a little, knowing that if he told the details of Jean's story now, Grandpa might snap at the bastard immediately. His faith in Troy was one hundred percent, but at the same time Hope was still afraid of making things worse by doing things on emotion and without a plan.

"Okay... Do you want to scare or physically abuse him? If the former, I can take some tough guys for beauty."

"What do I want?! I want to kill him! I want to torture, strangle, and then burn him! But the law of our country doesn't allow for such methods of cleansing the earth of crippled freaks... I guess I'll have to scare him and physically push him a little... I want him on his knees begging for forgiveness from Jean! And then let him disappear without a trace!" - The dormant volcano of worry for his friend inside Hope suddenly exploded.

"Hmmm... Let's dig up some information on him - might come in handy in the 'negotiations'!" - Grandpa saw the boy's serious attitude and knew that his son wouldn't be so torn up without a good reason.

"Good idea! I'll send you the info on that subhuman on Line," Hope typed in the bastard's name and sent it to Troy, then went into the chat with Jean and remembered the morning. Never before that day had he seen her cry and he probably wouldn't soon - she was the kind of person who didn't express her weaknesses to the world. He understood that it had been difficult for Jean to share this story, so he wasn't scolding her for a series of stupid decisions, but was grateful that she had opened up to him now and he had to help her by all means.

<Hope: "Jean, are you okay?">

Ten seconds later came the reply.

<Jean: "Watching The Matrix and practicing 'That asshole doesn't exist!  Mmmmmm... He's only in my imagination! Mmmmmm...', it's coming out pretty good, but the 'foot in the face' is a bit of a stretch!">

<Hope: "Good attitude! It's good to hear good old Jean...! Just don't hit me!">

The guy smirked as he sent his friend this message, knowing that he would most likely get something like this in return:  "Hey! Who are you calling old! And I'm not nice! Ask Pruit, he'll confirm it!"

Suddenly, a message of a different content flew in:

< Jean: "I'm sorry for adding trouble to your life! I'm sorry.">

A flashback immediately came over Hope, "I wish you had one less problem, son," and the phone fell out of his hands....

"Are you all right, son?" - Troy stammered.

Hope's hands were disobeying him and shaking violently, he slowly picked up his cell phone and struggling to control his fingers, typed a new message for Jean.

<Hope: "You have never been and will never be my problem! You are my happiness! My bright joy! Everything is going to be all right! I'm always here to help you! We'll get through this together!">