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palace_jon"So, doing the pony rides, huh? Any chance we could talk you into doing the Robin Hood-esque costume again? It was really quite special- I think the kids would like it," Stephen said, trying to keep a straight face.
Will ducked his head momentarily to hide his grin. "Oh, I am." he said in his most sincere voice. "Feather in cap and all. Nice, wickedly tight tights . . ." He dimpled prettily and smiled sideways at Stephen. "Would that interest you in a ride?"
Stephen narrowed his eyes a little, aiming a swat at will. "Tease. And I'm not sure how that's going to quite fit into the family friendly atmosphere... unless you're offering those kinds of rides on the Adult side of the park. If they're on horseback though, it's definitely going to add to our insurance costs."
He tried to keep a straight face at the thought of people paying to fuck on horseback and failed. Doubling over, holding his sides, Will exploded into laughter. Shaking his head, he tried to speak but couldn't manage more than a sputter until he took in a few deep breaths. "Fancy a canter, mate? No? How 'bout we trot?" Straightening up, he wiped his eyes. "Ahhh, dear. What a thought."
"Well, the canter would be smoother, but you'd probably get more bang for your buck with the trot," Stephen rolled his eyes, unable to keep back a snort. "So... I think we'll skip that."
"Uh-huh." Will was about to add something smart about a gallop or two, but he noticed that Stephen had become distracted, watching a slim, dark-haired young man scurry across the foyer in front of them and disappear into the East corridor. "Friend of yours?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Stephen looked distracted, watching Jon...did he just run into the East wing? Jon? he shook his head, looking back at Will. "Sorry. Kind of- not really. He's assisting with the preparations for Carnival. Jon. He works here at Palace... a religious, I believe. You don't know him?"
"No, not really. Just the gossip, yeah." Will leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He was heading into West and Stephen was leaving the building, but Will was in no real hurry to part ways. "I know Marton's met him. Says he's a nice kid. Bit naive to start with, apparently. Orphan, raised by the Brothers, but he's, umm, learning fast." He flashed Stephen a quick grin, saying nothing about the light of interest he saw in his former client's face.
"Yeah, apparently so," Stephen murmured, looking after Jon towards East. "I met him once. He was pretty shy and jumpy the whole time... huh." he thought for another moment, before grinning at Will again. "Still haven't forgiven you for going off the roster, by the way."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find someone else to . . . grab your interest." Will gave Stephen a keen glance. "You know, if you're interested . . ." He nodded in the direction of the door. ". . . he and Guy are pretty tight. It was Guy who told me about Jon's vow and the breaking thereof. You know, what a nice little bottom he's turning into . . ." Will couldn't hint more blatantly than that and his eyes danced with amusement at the look on Stephen's face.
Stephen looked at Will, raising an eyebrow, a contemplative look on his face. "Huh." He reached in his pocket and took out his com, typing quickly before hitting send. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Who me?" Will disavowed. "Enjoy watching another of my fellows succumb? Nooooo." He grinned and got off the wall. "I'd best scoot." he said, reaching up to plant a kiss on Stephen's cheek. "Stuff I wanna do 'fore work this afternoon. I see you later, yeah?"
"See you later. And if I show up at the pony riding and there aren't costumes, I'll be disappointed," Stephen called after Will, grinning as he watched him walk through to West. He leaned against the wall, deep in thought. Well, I'll just hang around a few minutes... see if he shows himself. If not, I'm sure Guy can fill me in a bit at that appointment I just booked with him.
Alright, that was done. What was next on the list? Jon checked his com as he pushed the door from East into the foyer open, glad for an excuse to have his head down so he didn't have to bear witness to anything . . . disturbing. Never mind that it was the ground floor of East and not the rooms; he wasn't taking any chances. He was now supposed to tidying the chapel, it seemed. There were books to be boxed, ready for delivery to charity and the candelabra needed a good . . . "Oh, sorry!" Jon's head shot up as he bumped into someone. "I wasn't looking where I was . . . Oh. Oh! Mr. Dorff!"
Stephen held on a moment longer than necessary, not feeling remotely bad about having stepped directly into Jon's path when it meant getting a chance for a near full-on grope. "Don't apologize, Jon, I wasn't looking either. And Stephen, please," he said, his hands still touching Jon's shoulders.
"Mr., umm, Stephen. Yes." To say Jon was flustered was an understatement. He'd hardly recovered from the last time he'd been in the man's presence and now he was . . . and he was . . . so damned close! Jon felt his face flush, not to mention other reactions and he lifted his arm, putting a little convenient distance between them [but not enough] and covered the move by shoving his glasses back up onto his nose. "You, umm, nice to see you." he said.
Huh. Not uninterested, if what I just felt against my hip is telling me rightly. "Nice to see you too. I've learned we have a friend in common... Guy Pearce?" Stephen said, not making any move to put space between him and Jon.
"Guy? Guy's your friend?" Jon brightened immediately. "He's my best friend." he enthused, completely forgetting for a moment how terribly attractive Stephen was and seeing just a friend-of-a-friend. "Guy's taught me so much and been so good to me. How do you know him, if I might ask?"
"Oh, Guy's a client," Stephen said simply. "We're certainly friendly as well, but I see him... reasonably often. It's rare to find switches who are quite as good at going to their knees as Guy is... he's quite special. I heard a rumor that he was once sought after to train for East, but he didn't have the interest to go all out with it. West's gain, really."
I . . . he . . . what? Jon's mind boggled but he managed to keep a mostly straight face, even though his voice choked somewhat as he said, "Yes, I'm sure." in polite tones. The images that Stephen's words bought to mind were alone enough to make his cock jump, much less the idea of . . . Oh wow! He searched his mind for something else to add to the lame comment and to take his mind, well, his groin, off the subject. "West's gain, definitely. I take it East is not your thing?" he added, trying for an unperturbed air.
"No, not exactly," Stephen admitted, pausing a moment before going on. "East deals a lot in power dynamics, tops and subs, but what their people specialize in is a lot more in the sadism and masochism range... and that's not my thing. Also they use a lot of implements, which again, I don't find I need. I like power. I like control. I like knowing that the person perfectly still on their knees in front of me is having to work at it to stay there, not just there because a set of chains are holding them in place. That's my thing," Stephen finished, his tone casual the entire time.
Jon's brain puddled and then fried and he thought for a second his knees were no longer planning on offering him their support. Lips parted and eyes wide and dark, he couldn't do anything other than just stare up at Stephen as he tried hard as he could not to think about how the man had just laid out in words every darned fantasy he'd had since he'd reneged on his vow. "Oh." he breathed eventually. And then, "Yes." After a moment or two of complete mushiness, Jon suddenly realized a] What he'd just said and B] that Stephen had understood him totally. He flushed beet-red and jumped back a couple of feet like a startled cat. "I have to . . . I . . ." And then his feet were running, even though his mind was screaming at him about his rudeness and he slammed the West door behind him and leaned against it, heart thumping frantically in his chest. Oh, dear Lord. Now what?
Stephen watched Jon run, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Somehow, I don't think I need Guy to fill me in after all," he murmured, heading for the door to outside. "Still going to keep the appointment though. Be seeing you, Jon."
Will ducked his head momentarily to hide his grin. "Oh, I am." he said in his most sincere voice. "Feather in cap and all. Nice, wickedly tight tights . . ." He dimpled prettily and smiled sideways at Stephen. "Would that interest you in a ride?"
Stephen narrowed his eyes a little, aiming a swat at will. "Tease. And I'm not sure how that's going to quite fit into the family friendly atmosphere... unless you're offering those kinds of rides on the Adult side of the park. If they're on horseback though, it's definitely going to add to our insurance costs."
He tried to keep a straight face at the thought of people paying to fuck on horseback and failed. Doubling over, holding his sides, Will exploded into laughter. Shaking his head, he tried to speak but couldn't manage more than a sputter until he took in a few deep breaths. "Fancy a canter, mate? No? How 'bout we trot?" Straightening up, he wiped his eyes. "Ahhh, dear. What a thought."
"Well, the canter would be smoother, but you'd probably get more bang for your buck with the trot," Stephen rolled his eyes, unable to keep back a snort. "So... I think we'll skip that."
"Uh-huh." Will was about to add something smart about a gallop or two, but he noticed that Stephen had become distracted, watching a slim, dark-haired young man scurry across the foyer in front of them and disappear into the East corridor. "Friend of yours?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Stephen looked distracted, watching Jon...did he just run into the East wing? Jon? he shook his head, looking back at Will. "Sorry. Kind of- not really. He's assisting with the preparations for Carnival. Jon. He works here at Palace... a religious, I believe. You don't know him?"
"No, not really. Just the gossip, yeah." Will leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He was heading into West and Stephen was leaving the building, but Will was in no real hurry to part ways. "I know Marton's met him. Says he's a nice kid. Bit naive to start with, apparently. Orphan, raised by the Brothers, but he's, umm, learning fast." He flashed Stephen a quick grin, saying nothing about the light of interest he saw in his former client's face.
"Yeah, apparently so," Stephen murmured, looking after Jon towards East. "I met him once. He was pretty shy and jumpy the whole time... huh." he thought for another moment, before grinning at Will again. "Still haven't forgiven you for going off the roster, by the way."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find someone else to . . . grab your interest." Will gave Stephen a keen glance. "You know, if you're interested . . ." He nodded in the direction of the door. ". . . he and Guy are pretty tight. It was Guy who told me about Jon's vow and the breaking thereof. You know, what a nice little bottom he's turning into . . ." Will couldn't hint more blatantly than that and his eyes danced with amusement at the look on Stephen's face.
Stephen looked at Will, raising an eyebrow, a contemplative look on his face. "Huh." He reached in his pocket and took out his com, typing quickly before hitting send. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Who me?" Will disavowed. "Enjoy watching another of my fellows succumb? Nooooo." He grinned and got off the wall. "I'd best scoot." he said, reaching up to plant a kiss on Stephen's cheek. "Stuff I wanna do 'fore work this afternoon. I see you later, yeah?"
"See you later. And if I show up at the pony riding and there aren't costumes, I'll be disappointed," Stephen called after Will, grinning as he watched him walk through to West. He leaned against the wall, deep in thought. Well, I'll just hang around a few minutes... see if he shows himself. If not, I'm sure Guy can fill me in a bit at that appointment I just booked with him.
Alright, that was done. What was next on the list? Jon checked his com as he pushed the door from East into the foyer open, glad for an excuse to have his head down so he didn't have to bear witness to anything . . . disturbing. Never mind that it was the ground floor of East and not the rooms; he wasn't taking any chances. He was now supposed to tidying the chapel, it seemed. There were books to be boxed, ready for delivery to charity and the candelabra needed a good . . . "Oh, sorry!" Jon's head shot up as he bumped into someone. "I wasn't looking where I was . . . Oh. Oh! Mr. Dorff!"
Stephen held on a moment longer than necessary, not feeling remotely bad about having stepped directly into Jon's path when it meant getting a chance for a near full-on grope. "Don't apologize, Jon, I wasn't looking either. And Stephen, please," he said, his hands still touching Jon's shoulders.
"Mr., umm, Stephen. Yes." To say Jon was flustered was an understatement. He'd hardly recovered from the last time he'd been in the man's presence and now he was . . . and he was . . . so damned close! Jon felt his face flush, not to mention other reactions and he lifted his arm, putting a little convenient distance between them [but not enough] and covered the move by shoving his glasses back up onto his nose. "You, umm, nice to see you." he said.
Huh. Not uninterested, if what I just felt against my hip is telling me rightly. "Nice to see you too. I've learned we have a friend in common... Guy Pearce?" Stephen said, not making any move to put space between him and Jon.
"Guy? Guy's your friend?" Jon brightened immediately. "He's my best friend." he enthused, completely forgetting for a moment how terribly attractive Stephen was and seeing just a friend-of-a-friend. "Guy's taught me so much and been so good to me. How do you know him, if I might ask?"
"Oh, Guy's a client," Stephen said simply. "We're certainly friendly as well, but I see him... reasonably often. It's rare to find switches who are quite as good at going to their knees as Guy is... he's quite special. I heard a rumor that he was once sought after to train for East, but he didn't have the interest to go all out with it. West's gain, really."
I . . . he . . . what? Jon's mind boggled but he managed to keep a mostly straight face, even though his voice choked somewhat as he said, "Yes, I'm sure." in polite tones. The images that Stephen's words bought to mind were alone enough to make his cock jump, much less the idea of . . . Oh wow! He searched his mind for something else to add to the lame comment and to take his mind, well, his groin, off the subject. "West's gain, definitely. I take it East is not your thing?" he added, trying for an unperturbed air.
"No, not exactly," Stephen admitted, pausing a moment before going on. "East deals a lot in power dynamics, tops and subs, but what their people specialize in is a lot more in the sadism and masochism range... and that's not my thing. Also they use a lot of implements, which again, I don't find I need. I like power. I like control. I like knowing that the person perfectly still on their knees in front of me is having to work at it to stay there, not just there because a set of chains are holding them in place. That's my thing," Stephen finished, his tone casual the entire time.
Jon's brain puddled and then fried and he thought for a second his knees were no longer planning on offering him their support. Lips parted and eyes wide and dark, he couldn't do anything other than just stare up at Stephen as he tried hard as he could not to think about how the man had just laid out in words every darned fantasy he'd had since he'd reneged on his vow. "Oh." he breathed eventually. And then, "Yes." After a moment or two of complete mushiness, Jon suddenly realized a] What he'd just said and B] that Stephen had understood him totally. He flushed beet-red and jumped back a couple of feet like a startled cat. "I have to . . . I . . ." And then his feet were running, even though his mind was screaming at him about his rudeness and he slammed the West door behind him and leaned against it, heart thumping frantically in his chest. Oh, dear Lord. Now what?
Stephen watched Jon run, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Somehow, I don't think I need Guy to fill me in after all," he murmured, heading for the door to outside. "Still going to keep the appointment though. Be seeing you, Jon."
