The Chevalier may have missed it before, but he's a quick learner. He turns quickly to Jamie, quirking an eyebrow as he runs his thumb over the rings on his fingers.
"De Cervon's boy..." He huffs a little.
"I would be careful about fraternizing with me. Rumors might have a habit of circling around you."
The Chevalier has lost Philippe's protection. He is on his own now, and he doesn't know quite what trouble any illicit liaisons might cause him. He isn't interested in finding out.
"There are already rumors about me, and you've clearly heard them."
Jamie looks away, as if he's taking interest in the rest of the salon. He's still very aware of how close the Chevalier is, and there is no need to raise his voice when he says,
"What could be more respectable than the Chevalier de Lorraine taking interest in a young woman in the marquise's entourage?"
The Chevalier scoffs a little, his shoulders stiffening.
"You perceive this as interest, do you?" A bit presumptuous. The boy is confident to say the least. However, when the Chevalier glances over to examine his features with this newfound perspective, he's not...disinterested.
"The Marquise will want you accompanying her. She will notice your absence."
"She goes to bed early," he says absently. "Which gives us freedom in the evenings. The salons go all through the night, or so I'm told. And we are free to socialize while she is otherwise occupied."
At the moment, the woman in question is playing cards. One or two of her ladies lingers with her, but the others have spread through the room to amuse themselves.
"This is merely an overture, Chevalier. I wouldn't presume to know your interests."
The Chevalier is...nervous. He wonders whether or not he should do this. Whether it is too risky and he should keep his hands to himself. But a part of him cannot resist and so casts a quick glance towards Jamie before moving away, out of the salon and into somewhere more private. If Jamie follows, he'll be met with a firm press against the wall and a hand in his skirts, searching for a decidedly masculine attribute.
"Your name?" the Chevalier asks as his hand moves in the fabric.
He waits a moment, but then he follows. The breath gets knocked out of him when his back hits the wall and Jamie almost laughs when the Chevalier's hand works on finding evidence of the truth.
"James. Jamie."
He keeps his eyes on the Chevalier's face as he reaches down to help. He pulls his skirts higher and he gasps quietly when the Chevalier finds his prize. Decidedly masculine.
"Claudette and I only just arrived," he says, mentioning another new face in the retinue. He's quietly breathless as the Chevalier starts stroking. It doesn't take much effort to get him hard, not after all the rustling around that preceded this. "And she had us stay in our rooms for a few days to recover from the trip."
Jamie leans into the wall. One hand keeps his dress out of the way while the other presses to the wall, uncertain if he's allowed to touch. The Chevalier certainly outranks him.
The Chevalier feels that familiar weight in his palm and swallows thickly. He's missed this. He slips his other hand around Jamie's waist, hand sliding over the silk bodice thoughtfully as his gaze moves over the other man's body.
"And all this? Your idea or hers?" He's still trying to figure Jamie out, trying to determine quite how much of this is for show and for favor.
Jamie tips his head back and closes his eyes for a moment as the Chevalier's hand slides over his back.
"The dress was my idea," he admits. "She wanted to keep me in her retinue, but I'm a bit too old to be a page. She thought having a young man among her ladies would be... unseemly."
Honestly, Jamie thinks it would have been fine, especially if his proclivities were to become known at court. But the marquise had doubts, and so he'd found a way to assuage them so that he could be at Versailles. Being left behind was not an option.
The Chevalier hesitates, watching, before leaning down to plant a slow kiss on Jamie's throat.
"Do they two of you lie with one another?" he asks as if it actually matters, as if the Chevalier has not already decided who Jamie is spending tonight with.
"No," he answers. "She finds me pretty and amusing."
And clever, though that's neither here nor there, he thinks, as far as the Chevalier is concerned right now. Jamie knows that's part of the rumors flying around: that he dresses like a girl to carry on an affair with his mistress. He's well suited to do it.
"And I think--I think she likes thinking that she might be notorious."
The Chevalier laughs at that and quickens the pace of his hand, almost in retaliation as he scoffs at the response. The Chevalier has dealt with "notorious" and, while at times it is slightly alluring, more often than not it causes more harm than it's worth.
"She can take that title from me. I no longer wish to keep it," he says as he jerks a guy off in a hallway.
Jamie bites his lip to keep quiet. There's no one in the hall, but he doesn't want to alert anyone that might be nearby, even if he has heard this sort of thing happens in Versailles all the time.
He takes a sharp breath when he hits his peak and his free hand flies up to cover his mouth as he comes.
Oh. Jamie was more eager than the Chevalier had anticipated. He makes no attempt to hide his smirk as he watches Jamie come, feeling his seed on his hands. If this is a game, they are both playing it well. The Chevalier holds him there, still for a second, before gently rearranging Jamie's skirts and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe down his fingers.
Jamie leans back against the wall as the Chevalier puts him back to rights and cleans himself up. Slowly he lets his hand drop.
"No," he admits. He hasn't been here long enough to suss out everyone's address in the massive palace. But he's learning quickly. He'll find the Chevalier's apartments if that is where he is wanted.
Jamie takes a moment to collect himself after the Chevalier leaves. Vauban. That's easy enough to remember, and he can at least get himself to the correct wing.
He waits until the marquise has retired. On his way, he stops briefly by the salons to make sure the Chevalier is not still there enjoying himself, but Jamie doesn't find him. He makes his way through unfamiliar corridors, certain he's found the right one, but...
He catches a hall boy and asks quietly where Vauban's room is. From there, it's easy. He crosses the hall to the Chevalier's door and quietly lets himself in.
When Jamie enters, the Chevalier is lying on his bed, his typical attire replaced with a blue silk robe. He doesn't say anything as he stands up, brushing past Jamie to make sure the door is locked. With that done, finally the Chevalier finally turns to look at the gown-wearing boy in front of him.
For the first time in a while, he feels nervous. It hasn't been long since he last did this, but already it feels like an age. He is out of practice. He steps forward and runs his across Jamie's neckline, fingers dipping under the hem.
Jamie smiles when he hears the lock click into place. He watches the distance between them close and the first brush of fingertips sends chills across his skin.
"I'll guide you," he promises. "But this will take both of us if you want to see me bare."
He turns around to expose the lacing at his back. "Start here," he says. It doesn't take too much effort to unlace the bodice and it easily slides off his arms. Jamie lets it hit the floor and reaches down to untie both of his skirts. Their weight means they fall easily, pooling around his feet. That leaves him in his chemise, corset and stockings.
"You'll need to unlace me again. Or at least untie me."
The Chevalier has never had to do this much work for a lay before. He sighs as he gestures for Jamie to turn around before attempting to untie his corset. It's a bit of a struggle, more than he would care to admit, and he causes Jamie's body to jolt with each tug of the lacing.
"This is a lot of fanfare. Some could almost suspect you of hiding something..." A dick, even, perhaps.
"I'll remember to change if you want me again," he says with a smile. He's patient with all the tugging and Jamie sighs as the corset loosens around him, feeling a bit lightheaded as the constriction eases. It's one of his favorite feelings.
He lets the corset slide off and join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Then he turns to face the Chevalier, stepping out of his shoes as he does. A chemise is all that stands between the Chevalier and whatever he might want.
The Chevalier is mostly interested on getting Jamie on the bed. He pushes him backwards, his own body quickly following, draping over him as he spreads the young man's legs and pushes up the chemise. The fabric is lifted over the knees and falls down to Jamie's hips, revealing the tie of Jamie's stocking. The Chevalier smirks and gently kisses the ribbon.
He grins as he lands on the bed and finds himself with the Chevalier between his thighs. He props himself up on his elbows, watching as warm lips brush against his stocking. If undressing started that rush of excitement, then feeling the Chevalier's mouth so close to his skin serves to get him fully there.
"Yes," he answers warmly. "I will."
First of all, he's expecting this, not startled by a rather attractive man fondling under his skirts in a corridor. They have time and privacy and Jamie intends to make sure he takes advantage of it.
"We will see." Jamie may be confident, but so is the Chevalier. He kisses Jamie's leg again and, with a slight pull, unties the ribbon. He carefully rolls the stocking down Jamie's leg, then the other, before putting his hands in the gathered fabric of Jamie's chemise and lifting.
"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
He bites his lip, watching as the Chevalier removes each stocking. It takes nothing to get out of his chemise and he's left bare for the Chevalier's inspection. He's lithe, like a dancer. But he is a young man beneath all those layers.
"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
The answer is yes, but the Chevalier doesn't give approval so easily. He hums thoughtfully, eyes raking over the young man as he leans over him. He waits until he's seen plenty, then kisses him, giving his thighs a nudge so that they spread for him.
Jamie leans up into the kiss. He spreads his thighs to make room for the Chevalier between them. Then he kisses the man again, one hand sliding through his golden hair to brush it back over his shoulder.
As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.
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"De Cervon's boy..." He huffs a little.
"I would be careful about fraternizing with me. Rumors might have a habit of circling around you."
The Chevalier has lost Philippe's protection. He is on his own now, and he doesn't know quite what trouble any illicit liaisons might cause him. He isn't interested in finding out.
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Jamie looks away, as if he's taking interest in the rest of the salon. He's still very aware of how close the Chevalier is, and there is no need to raise his voice when he says,
"What could be more respectable than the Chevalier de Lorraine taking interest in a young woman in the marquise's entourage?"
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"You perceive this as interest, do you?" A bit presumptuous. The boy is confident to say the least. However, when the Chevalier glances over to examine his features with this newfound perspective, he's not...disinterested.
"The Marquise will want you accompanying her. She will notice your absence."
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At the moment, the woman in question is playing cards. One or two of her ladies lingers with her, but the others have spread through the room to amuse themselves.
"This is merely an overture, Chevalier. I wouldn't presume to know your interests."
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"Your name?" the Chevalier asks as his hand moves in the fabric.
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"James. Jamie."
He keeps his eyes on the Chevalier's face as he reaches down to help. He pulls his skirts higher and he gasps quietly when the Chevalier finds his prize. Decidedly masculine.
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"Why have I not seen you at the salon before? She has been hiding you?"
He peers around for a moment, checking that no one is around to watch them, before wrapping his hand around Jamie's cock and beginning to stroke it.
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Jamie leans into the wall. One hand keeps his dress out of the way while the other presses to the wall, uncertain if he's allowed to touch. The Chevalier certainly outranks him.
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"And all this? Your idea or hers?" He's still trying to figure Jamie out, trying to determine quite how much of this is for show and for favor.
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"The dress was my idea," he admits. "She wanted to keep me in her retinue, but I'm a bit too old to be a page. She thought having a young man among her ladies would be... unseemly."
Honestly, Jamie thinks it would have been fine, especially if his proclivities were to become known at court. But the marquise had doubts, and so he'd found a way to assuage them so that he could be at Versailles. Being left behind was not an option.
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"Do they two of you lie with one another?" he asks as if it actually matters, as if the Chevalier has not already decided who Jamie is spending tonight with.
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And clever, though that's neither here nor there, he thinks, as far as the Chevalier is concerned right now. Jamie knows that's part of the rumors flying around: that he dresses like a girl to carry on an affair with his mistress. He's well suited to do it.
"And I think--I think she likes thinking that she might be notorious."
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"She can take that title from me. I no longer wish to keep it," he says as he jerks a guy off in a hallway.
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Jamie bites his lip to keep quiet. There's no one in the hall, but he doesn't want to alert anyone that might be nearby, even if he has heard this sort of thing happens in Versailles all the time.
He takes a sharp breath when he hits his peak and his free hand flies up to cover his mouth as he comes.
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"Do you know where my rooms are?"
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"No," he admits. He hasn't been here long enough to suss out everyone's address in the massive palace. But he's learning quickly. He'll find the Chevalier's apartments if that is where he is wanted.
"But I would very much like to."
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"If you get lost, ask the servants to direct you to Vauban. I am to the door opposite." He smiles and gives Jamie's shoulder a little pat.
"Well done."
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He waits until the marquise has retired. On his way, he stops briefly by the salons to make sure the Chevalier is not still there enjoying himself, but Jamie doesn't find him. He makes his way through unfamiliar corridors, certain he's found the right one, but...
He catches a hall boy and asks quietly where Vauban's room is. From there, it's easy. He crosses the hall to the Chevalier's door and quietly lets himself in.
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For the first time in a while, he feels nervous. It hasn't been long since he last did this, but already it feels like an age. He is out of practice. He steps forward and runs his across Jamie's neckline, fingers dipping under the hem.
"I do not deal with dresses often..."
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"I'll guide you," he promises. "But this will take both of us if you want to see me bare."
He turns around to expose the lacing at his back. "Start here," he says. It doesn't take too much effort to unlace the bodice and it easily slides off his arms. Jamie lets it hit the floor and reaches down to untie both of his skirts. Their weight means they fall easily, pooling around his feet. That leaves him in his chemise, corset and stockings.
"You'll need to unlace me again. Or at least untie me."
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"This is a lot of fanfare. Some could almost suspect you of hiding something..." A dick, even, perhaps.
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He lets the corset slide off and join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Then he turns to face the Chevalier, stepping out of his shoes as he does. A chemise is all that stands between the Chevalier and whatever he might want.
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"Will you last longer this time?" he teases.
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"Yes," he answers warmly. "I will."
First of all, he's expecting this, not startled by a rather attractive man fondling under his skirts in a corridor. They have time and privacy and Jamie intends to make sure he takes advantage of it.
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"Off." He wants to see the young man he's been touching this evening.
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"Am I to your satisfaction?" he asks, feeling a bit exposed with the Chevalier still in his robe.
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"Time will tell..."
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As his hands slide down again, he pushes at the Chevalier's robe, hoping to coax it off.