Fake Bond verse ficlet (Marius/Adam)
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linndechirI wrote another Marius/Adam ficlet for this fic meme on tumblr. The prompt was "Enamour me: write a ficlet about one character wooing the other." This includes suit porn, one of Marius' gorgeous villas, cake, Adam being Adam and Marius having the most expensive escort in the world as his birthday tradition. Friendly reminder that all of this is before they start sleeping with each other, that's how bad the UST is. ^^ I'm afraid I ended up completely ignoring the actual prompt. Ah, well.
Adam stepped out into the patio of Marius' villa, blinked against the bright morning sun and walked over to the table in the middle of the courtyard. Marius was sitting there, sipping his tea and reading the newspaper, just like every morning at 7am. Whenever the weather allowed it, he preferred to take his breakfast outside, and Adam wouldn't be surprised if he had picked this villa just for the way the sunlight fell into the patio early in the morning.
“Morning, sir,” he called, and he couldn't bite back a grin when Marius looked up and actually seemed surprised for a moment.
“Good morning, Adam,” Marius replied after a brief pause. He put down the newspaper and folded it with his usual care – he liked everything to be neat and tidy, down to the smallest details – before he looked up at Adam again.
“You're wearing a suit,” he stated, and Adam detected just the hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Adam hated suits. Or more precisely, he hated ties. He could live with the stiff shirts and the suit jackets, but he hated the restrictive feeling of a tie around his neck, like a noose, just waiting to be grabbed by any enemy in a real fight. So he simply refused to wear ties – for security reasons, of course – and he supposed it said a lot about how much Marius appreciated him that he let him get away with it, when the rest of his security staff was always perfectly dressed. Neat and tidy, the way Marius liked things.
Adam shrugged, resisted the urge to tug at the tie. He had found it in his closet, like all of his clothes. He couldn't remember buying any of them himself, except for some of his shoes. After all, Mr Thorne always provided for him, he chose Adam's clothes, just like he had chosen his flat, his doctors, his daily routine, even the boys Adam shared his bed with every now and then.
“It's your birthday, sir, and I didn't know what to get you.” Adam looked down, suddenly embarrassed and afraid that Marius would laugh at him, but instead Marius' smile broadened and he got up, stepped closer to inspect Adam. His hands ran over the fine fabric of the suit, as if to check that it fit perfectly – and even Adam was aware that it did, all of his clothes fit as if they had been made just for him. But he didn't mind, he never minded Marius touching him, whatever the reason. Marius' fingertips gently brushed over Adam's shoulders, before he pulled out the pocket square, folded it neatly – Adam had just stuffed it in before leaving the house – and put it back in.
Adam breathed in deeply when Marius touched the tie, hesitating for a second before he untied it with deft fingers and started to tie it anew. Adam looked down at Marius' fingers – long and slender and perfectly manicured, but far from weak, and not only because Adam happened to know that Marius was quite a decent shot and knew his way around a gun, much as he disliked getting his hands dirty.
“I was really proud of that knot, sir,” Adam commented with an exaggerated look of reproach on his face, and he smiled when it made Marius laugh.
“In that case I'm glad I didn't have to see your other attempts, Adam.” Marius finished tying the knot – somehow that had looked far more complicated than when Adam did it – but he stayed close, hands resting lightly against Adam's neck. Adam could smell Marius' aftershave; it was quite possibly his favourite smell in the world, and it mingled with the scent of the flowers and bushes of Marius' patio. Marius' fingers slid upwards, caressed Adam's clean-shaven, smooth cheek, before he stepped back to look at him again.
“I always thought you cleaned up quite nicely.” He smiled, and for that look of approval in Marius' eyes Adam could even put up with a tie around his neck for a whole damn day. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“I ate something on the way, sir.” Adam kept smiling at the frown on Marius' face, knowing very well how much Marius disapproved of fast food, Marius who was so very careful about what he ate. But the food on the table was richer than on most mornings, there were even a few pieces of cake. Marius did like to indulge, after all, even if he didn't allow himself to do so very often.
“Then do join me, Adam.” He sat back down, kept watching Adam as he did the same, and even as he resumed his breakfast. Adam usually hated it when people stared at him, but he basked in Marius' attention as much as he did in the warm morning sun. He loved to feel those green eyes on him, he loved that for the moment he could just stare back rather than focus his attention on their surroundings. Marius' eyes were startlingly bright in this light, and Adam had never really understood that phrase of drowning in someone's eyes until he had met Marius. The thought made him almost flush a little with embarrassment and he quickly focused his attention on his breakfast.
The next minutes passed in comfortable silence, disturbed only by the chirping of birds and the quiet steps of Marius' security staff. Adam happily helped himself to another piece of cake – and he would never understand why Marius did not eat this stuff every single day; he got it from some French place, and whatever else you could say about the French, they did make the best cake in the world.
“Oh, by the way, Adam, you won't have to wear the tie for all that long. After all you have the evening off,” Marius reminded him after a while.
“I know, sir.” Adam looked down, he hated not being around Marius for as long as he was awake, but Marius insisted on giving him the occasional day off, or at least an evening now and then. And after all, it was Marius' birthday, and Marius liked a very specific kind of company on that day. He usually seemed quite content with his weekly office appointments – tall, muscular, blond men, one more handsome than the other, although Adam had noticed in the past months that more and more often Marius' callboys were black-haired – but he had a special tradition for his birthday, one that included actually spending a night at the hotel with whatever lucky bastard got paid a fortune for sharing Marius Thorne's bed. Adam would happily do it for free, but then again Adam wasn't a high-class hooker with a reputation for being the most beautiful man in the world, like Marius' birthday tradition. Not that Marius would want Adam anyway, Marius who was exceedingly careful with his health, Marius who only accepted the best of everything; he wouldn't take his bodyguard to his bed any more than he'd have his escorts protect him. Adam would never blame him for it. He belonged to Marius, and he would gladly do – or not do – whatever he was told.
“You know, sir, for someone who's so disciplined, you sure know how to live the good life,” he teased. There was no disrespect in his voice; he knew that Marius liked it when he was cheeky. Marius smiled a little and set his cup down on the table.
“It's all about balance, Adam.” He stood up from the table, walked over to Adam and briefly squeezed his shoulder. “Which is why I'll also send you some company tonight; you could do with a bit of relaxation.”
Adam flushed, because in a million years he wouldn't get used to his boss sending him callboys just because he thought that Adam needed to 'relax' (and because Marius was all about having happy, well-balanced employees), but to his relief Marius didn't expect a reply.
“Now come along, I have a meeting at nine.”
Adam wolfed down the last bit of cake from his plate even as he was getting up. Just as he was checking his gun again, he noticed Marius looking at him still, lingering for a moment to run his fingertips over Adam's tie again. He gave Adam another one of those smiles Adam craved so much, before he turned around to go back into the villa. Adam felt a welcome heat in his chest at that smile, and he quickly followed Marius.
Adam stepped out into the patio of Marius' villa, blinked against the bright morning sun and walked over to the table in the middle of the courtyard. Marius was sitting there, sipping his tea and reading the newspaper, just like every morning at 7am. Whenever the weather allowed it, he preferred to take his breakfast outside, and Adam wouldn't be surprised if he had picked this villa just for the way the sunlight fell into the patio early in the morning.
“Morning, sir,” he called, and he couldn't bite back a grin when Marius looked up and actually seemed surprised for a moment.
“Good morning, Adam,” Marius replied after a brief pause. He put down the newspaper and folded it with his usual care – he liked everything to be neat and tidy, down to the smallest details – before he looked up at Adam again.
“You're wearing a suit,” he stated, and Adam detected just the hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Adam hated suits. Or more precisely, he hated ties. He could live with the stiff shirts and the suit jackets, but he hated the restrictive feeling of a tie around his neck, like a noose, just waiting to be grabbed by any enemy in a real fight. So he simply refused to wear ties – for security reasons, of course – and he supposed it said a lot about how much Marius appreciated him that he let him get away with it, when the rest of his security staff was always perfectly dressed. Neat and tidy, the way Marius liked things.
Adam shrugged, resisted the urge to tug at the tie. He had found it in his closet, like all of his clothes. He couldn't remember buying any of them himself, except for some of his shoes. After all, Mr Thorne always provided for him, he chose Adam's clothes, just like he had chosen his flat, his doctors, his daily routine, even the boys Adam shared his bed with every now and then.
“It's your birthday, sir, and I didn't know what to get you.” Adam looked down, suddenly embarrassed and afraid that Marius would laugh at him, but instead Marius' smile broadened and he got up, stepped closer to inspect Adam. His hands ran over the fine fabric of the suit, as if to check that it fit perfectly – and even Adam was aware that it did, all of his clothes fit as if they had been made just for him. But he didn't mind, he never minded Marius touching him, whatever the reason. Marius' fingertips gently brushed over Adam's shoulders, before he pulled out the pocket square, folded it neatly – Adam had just stuffed it in before leaving the house – and put it back in.
Adam breathed in deeply when Marius touched the tie, hesitating for a second before he untied it with deft fingers and started to tie it anew. Adam looked down at Marius' fingers – long and slender and perfectly manicured, but far from weak, and not only because Adam happened to know that Marius was quite a decent shot and knew his way around a gun, much as he disliked getting his hands dirty.
“I was really proud of that knot, sir,” Adam commented with an exaggerated look of reproach on his face, and he smiled when it made Marius laugh.
“In that case I'm glad I didn't have to see your other attempts, Adam.” Marius finished tying the knot – somehow that had looked far more complicated than when Adam did it – but he stayed close, hands resting lightly against Adam's neck. Adam could smell Marius' aftershave; it was quite possibly his favourite smell in the world, and it mingled with the scent of the flowers and bushes of Marius' patio. Marius' fingers slid upwards, caressed Adam's clean-shaven, smooth cheek, before he stepped back to look at him again.
“I always thought you cleaned up quite nicely.” He smiled, and for that look of approval in Marius' eyes Adam could even put up with a tie around his neck for a whole damn day. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“I ate something on the way, sir.” Adam kept smiling at the frown on Marius' face, knowing very well how much Marius disapproved of fast food, Marius who was so very careful about what he ate. But the food on the table was richer than on most mornings, there were even a few pieces of cake. Marius did like to indulge, after all, even if he didn't allow himself to do so very often.
“Then do join me, Adam.” He sat back down, kept watching Adam as he did the same, and even as he resumed his breakfast. Adam usually hated it when people stared at him, but he basked in Marius' attention as much as he did in the warm morning sun. He loved to feel those green eyes on him, he loved that for the moment he could just stare back rather than focus his attention on their surroundings. Marius' eyes were startlingly bright in this light, and Adam had never really understood that phrase of drowning in someone's eyes until he had met Marius. The thought made him almost flush a little with embarrassment and he quickly focused his attention on his breakfast.
The next minutes passed in comfortable silence, disturbed only by the chirping of birds and the quiet steps of Marius' security staff. Adam happily helped himself to another piece of cake – and he would never understand why Marius did not eat this stuff every single day; he got it from some French place, and whatever else you could say about the French, they did make the best cake in the world.
“Oh, by the way, Adam, you won't have to wear the tie for all that long. After all you have the evening off,” Marius reminded him after a while.
“I know, sir.” Adam looked down, he hated not being around Marius for as long as he was awake, but Marius insisted on giving him the occasional day off, or at least an evening now and then. And after all, it was Marius' birthday, and Marius liked a very specific kind of company on that day. He usually seemed quite content with his weekly office appointments – tall, muscular, blond men, one more handsome than the other, although Adam had noticed in the past months that more and more often Marius' callboys were black-haired – but he had a special tradition for his birthday, one that included actually spending a night at the hotel with whatever lucky bastard got paid a fortune for sharing Marius Thorne's bed. Adam would happily do it for free, but then again Adam wasn't a high-class hooker with a reputation for being the most beautiful man in the world, like Marius' birthday tradition. Not that Marius would want Adam anyway, Marius who was exceedingly careful with his health, Marius who only accepted the best of everything; he wouldn't take his bodyguard to his bed any more than he'd have his escorts protect him. Adam would never blame him for it. He belonged to Marius, and he would gladly do – or not do – whatever he was told.
“You know, sir, for someone who's so disciplined, you sure know how to live the good life,” he teased. There was no disrespect in his voice; he knew that Marius liked it when he was cheeky. Marius smiled a little and set his cup down on the table.
“It's all about balance, Adam.” He stood up from the table, walked over to Adam and briefly squeezed his shoulder. “Which is why I'll also send you some company tonight; you could do with a bit of relaxation.”
Adam flushed, because in a million years he wouldn't get used to his boss sending him callboys just because he thought that Adam needed to 'relax' (and because Marius was all about having happy, well-balanced employees), but to his relief Marius didn't expect a reply.
“Now come along, I have a meeting at nine.”
Adam wolfed down the last bit of cake from his plate even as he was getting up. Just as he was checking his gun again, he noticed Marius looking at him still, lingering for a moment to run his fingertips over Adam's tie again. He gave Adam another one of those smiles Adam craved so much, before he turned around to go back into the villa. Adam felt a welcome heat in his chest at that smile, and he quickly followed Marius.
