[identity profile] palace-liam.livejournal.com
[Follows pretty soon after Trent and Dom's Collaring Ceremony, and Liam and Mum's dance and cetera.]

With his elbow on the table supporting his head, fingers threaded through dark skeins of unruly hair, Christian turned over the page of the paperwork he'd bought home, not really concentrating on it right now, more intent on listening to Liam's description of the ceremony he'd attended earlier and the reception afterward. It sounded like a good time had been had by all. "So Harry didn't faint?" he asked when Liam wound down.

Liam snorted out a laugh. "I'd say it was a near thing, but no, he managed to stay conscious and upright all through the end." He winked at Johnny, who grinned back. Adrian was just staring, his lips slightly parted and a glazed look in his eyes, obviously visualizing the ceremony as Liam had told it and enjoying the mental images the telling had conjured.


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[identity profile] palace-marton.livejournal.com
Marton nodded. He was sure alright. Many a sleepless night had been spent in ensuring he was making the right decision. “I love him.” he said simply. “If I have to pull him out of there bodily, I will. But he’s coming home.”
[identity profile] palace-johnny.livejournal.com
The gentle afternoon breeze kept the deck from becoming too hot a place to sit. Christian had the screens up to keep prying eyes away and the three of them were just lying about on the lounges under the shadecloth, doing very little of anything at all. It was nice. Adrian was quiet, worn out probably, by screaming his lungs out for two hours as Christian sped the motor launch around the bay and Johnny was just... quiet. He didn't look seasick, but Christian raised his sunglasses nonetheless. "You okay there, lover?"

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[identity profile] palacechristian.livejournal.com
"I'll give you an instant replay later." Christian offered. "One of the perks of having a telepathic boyfriend." He lifted his head. "The other day at the barbeque? Didn't you see her ream me a new one? Over your smeared virtue no less."
[identity profile] palace-matt.livejournal.com
Nervously, Matt adjusted his tie and then brushed at imaginary lint on his suit. He shuffled his leather portfolio from one hand to another as his thoughts raced before his scheduled meeting with King Marton. His thoughts veered to the king's knowing brown eyes and tall lean form before skittering away. No! You will not think about that. Not around him. Not about him. Not! No!

King Marton has a request - what's a lawyer to do?
[identity profile] palacechristian.livejournal.com
. . . "And no talking in her presence about what you, Johnny, Christian, a bottle of lube and a spray can of whipped cream got up to the other night." Harry added, just covering the bases.

"Spray can of...? Hey, that's a great idea!" Adrian beamed at Harry.
[identity profile] palacechristian.livejournal.com
She’d arrived. Christian took a quick look in the wall mirror behind the office door, adjusted the lapels of his black jacket, flicked off a piece of lint and checked his hair for stray strands, all the time listening to the accelerating beat of his heart. His palms were damp and his mouth felt dry and, he thought with wry good humor, he was behaving like a . . . well, like a nervous groom.
[identity profile] palace-johnny.livejournal.com
[Takes place the same day as Johnny confronts Karl and Karl calls Harry, and Harry bawls out Johnny, and shortly after Harry tattles to Christian.]

Christian had already passed Obie and a very subdued looking Adrian out on the front lawn. He'd given him a reassuring smile and, after asking Johnny's whereabouts, had suggested the lad get himself something to eat and watch vids for a little while, that he'd be in the bedroom too. Adrian had just nodded, picked himself up and followed on Christian's heels, pausing momentarily as Christian opened the bedroom door and only moving off after receiving another comforting smile.

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[identity profile] palaceharry.livejournal.com
[Happens right after Harry yells at Johnny, which is after Johnny and Karl fight, and Harry and Karl talk, Harry and Karl talk,, which is after Adrian meets Karl and Viggo, and Johnny finds out who bruised Harry.]

Harry headed back inside Palace Proper and was heading for his room, pulling his com out to tell Elijah that he wouldn't be back and just to close the office for the day when he winced and changed direction, heading towards Marton and Christian's offices. As much as he'd rather just go home and forget about this, didn't seem right to send Christian walking in on Johnny the way he'd left him without some kind of warning. He walked into the office, nodding at Lucius and turning towards Christian's office, managing a smile at his assistant.


Marcus looked up, taking a second look when he glimpsed the bruise on the man's face. "Hello. Can I help you?"
[identity profile] palacechristian.livejournal.com
"I figure Adrian stood in line twice when libidos were being handed out. But," he went on, sitting up briefly to retrieve his drink. "he's asleep now and we should take full advantage." He looked at Johnny. "Had a chat with dad today, 'bout this marriage business."
[identity profile] palace-marton.livejournal.com
“Dad . . .” he began.

Marton shook his head. “No.” He was equally emphatic. “I’ll not interfere.”

“But you . . .” Christian shook his head, his frustration clear.

“I what?” Marton looked at his son.

“You love him.”
[identity profile] palace-orlando.livejournal.com
Christian got out of the shower, towelled off and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Barechested and barefoot, he returned to the bedroom, dragged a comb through his still damp hair and then padded over to the hamper to drop the towel in.
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[identity profile] palace-johnny.livejournal.com
[Continuation of this.]

"...and lemonade, and raspberry, and custard, and -- hey! They got pina colada! We gotta try that next time!"

Adrian, despite having just wrapped up his second major shag in less than three hours, was exploring the top drawer in the nightstand of the room on Lowers where he and Johnny and Christian had paused to try out the facilities. Johnny and Christian, who were still cuddling on the bed, getting their breath back and waiting for the sweat to dry, just looked at each other and exchanged eyerolls. "He just doesn't stop," Johnny whispered. "He's been like this ever since we started having sex, so I guess it's my fault. Sorry." He gave Christian a theatrically exagerated wince and ducked his head in shame.

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[identity profile] palace-jason.livejournal.com
Christian sat next to Jason on the rock and watched Shannon as she messed about hunting for rabbits. 'Course, even if she found any up here, any that hadn't been scared away by her mere presence, the most she'd do would be to fetch them. Don't make wolves like they used to, he reflected with an inner grin before turning to Jason and finishing what he'd been saying. "So that's all of them. Well, she knows other hand signals, but nothing you'd actually need, just the fun stuff. I'll show you sometime, once you've got these down pat."

Tipping his head back, he closed his eyes for a second to enjoy the freedom of the early morning. He'd been trying to find time to do this for ages, but only today had the chance to accompany Jason and Shannon on their morning run and teach the other man the signals Shannon responded to.

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