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palace_matt(Matt has been in a happy daze for some time after his fantasy-cum-true night at Masque and then this)
Matt shrugged off his jacket while loosening his tie and moved into the living room of his apartment. Stepping into the spacious airy room, he immediately noticed the occupant waiting for him.
"Father? I thought we were meeting at the hotel later?"
"My business ended earlier than I thought. And I wanted to see your place in person. Lucy did an excellent job I must say. I think we should definitely pursue some type of magazine coverage on it as she recommended." Michael casually observed his son, looking for any signs beyond the usual.
"Father, you know why I don't want to do that. It's my first place. Let her showcase my second or third." Matt was tired and trying not to sound grumpy. He had barely won this argument the first time and didn't want it again, especially now.
"Fine. Your decision." Michael sipped at his whiskey then spoke again as Matt served himself a glass. "Do you have some news to share with your father?"
Turning to face Michael, Matt was honestly perplexed and suddenly very worried. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened this week at the office. He had given both his parents a detailed recap of Masque which had excluded any actual details of his liaisons but had given a good idea of the event, the people of social standing in attendance, and especially how pleased Peter had been that he had been given an invitation to begin with.
Sitting down near Michael, Matt shrugged forgetting how much his father hated it. "Not really. One of your business dealings impacted by something our firm is doing?"
Michael stated baldly and abruptly. "You didn't think it important to tell me that everyone is gossiping about your behavior at Masque?"
Matt looked over uncomprehending at his father. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that everywhere I've been this week, it's been a wink and a nudge about you and your wanton behaviour with two men at Masque. I won't have our name made into a salacious joke. Hiring a libertine is one thing. Being fucked publicly like some mindless sex toy by two men at a party is another!"
Shocked that his father had actually said 'fuck' and worse mentioned sex toys, Matt blurted out without thinking. "It wasn't like that! Jude and Guy... we were in an enclosure...for the most part." His father was not about to ruin the best night of his entire life if Matt could at all help it.
"Jude and Guy? Who in the bloody hell are they? I'm talking about Sean Bean and some other man. Are you telling me you did this with more than them at the same party? In broad view?! My gods Matthew, are you an idiot?!" Michael stood up and began to pace.
"Not in broad view! (Well, that first blowjob with Guy and Jude maybe) They had alcoves. Nobody watched! I know that for sure!" Matt scrambled to get his head into this crazy argument.
What in the world was going on? All the sudden, his father's last minute business trip to Balize was seeming very suspicious. Surely his father hadn't come here to discuss his behaviour at Masque.
Michael glared down at Matt. "How the hell did the gossip about it make the social circuit in Sedat then? Everywhere I've been this week, I've had someone mention it or overheard someone nattering on about how the so-called great Sean Bean fucked my son!"
Pacing again, Michael added sarcastically. "Not exactly how I want our set to be talking about my son now is it? Your mother is fit to be tied."
Stomach churning in frustration and anxiety about the situation, Matt responded without thinking again. "He didn't fu.. do that. I did."
"You did what?"
"I had sex with him, I mean Sean, not the other way around, not that it matters anyway. I have no idea why anyone is talking about it anyway!" Matt tried to calm himself, to stop talking without understanding what was really going on. Why hadn't his father just laughed this off and more importantly why should his father care about Sean Bean particularly?
Michael's voice was colder if possible. "And why was I hearing of this from everyone but you, might I ask Matthew?"
Stalling, Matt answered briefly. "Because it's private."
Wrong answer. Michael exploded. "Oh so private that everyone at the damn party saw you!"
"No one saw anything!"
"Then how did they know all the details?"
Glaring back, Matt growled out. "They don't! It's all speculation which is why the story is all wrong. It's gossip. Pure and simple. They saw Sean and I walk to the alcove and made up the rest. You should have seen that from the beginning and dealt with it as such."
Surprised that Matthew had spoken back to him, Michael sat again, deciding to try a different approach. "So, you tell me Matthew. You tell me, what did happen? Tell me."
"Father..."
Angry again, Michael demanded. "Matthew! Dammit tell me now!"
Again thrown off by his father's cursing, he'd been punished enough for doing so to learn early that it was not proper for a Caine to curse, Matt tried to be more conciliatory. "Alright, I'm sorry. I really had no idea this had gotten so blown out of proportion. I saw Sean there. I'd met him before and he...and his boyfriend invited me to join them, so... I did."
Matt continued quietly. "We went to a private alcove. I'm sure Sean doesn't like the attention of the crowd either. No one saw us. I have no idea why anyone would try to claim they had except perhaps because it's Sean."
"Yes, because he isn't such a smart choice is he, lad, if you want to keep your privacy private is he?" Michael's eyes narrowed as he spoke again. "You said you'd met him before. When? And who was the boyfriend, a man named Harry? And why hadn't you spoken of this before?"
"Oh man! I just ran into him in the hallways at Palace. Literally. He introduced himself as did I. And no Harry, his boyfriend's name is Eric. Eric Bana."
Michael stared back hard. "So he does know exactly who you are? Knows the family?"
"Of course but not like he really knows me. As I said, I couldn't afford him, or might be able to and then no one else for the quarter even if I could convince him to accept my request. It was a once in a lifetime thing, really." Matt stared back at his father trying to understand where this over the top uncharacteristic reaction was coming from.
"So tell me again. Why didn't you tell me? Did Sean ask you not to?" Michael asked hotly.
"What?! Father! This is ridiculous. Sean couldn't care less what I told you." Matt stared at his father in total confusion.
"Nothing that impacts this family and our standing is ridiculous. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was private as I told you." Matt growled back.
"Matthew that is the most inane comment. Nothing at Masque could possibly be private. Obviously people recognized you, recognized Sean. Surely you should have realized that?" Michael relaxed a bit and sat back, taking another sip of the whiskey.
"Father... I don't see why you're making this such a huge issue. You should be crowing. (which is why I didn't tell you) Sean Bean is THE most famous libertine in the kingdom. Can't you spin this positively? Tell the crowd that I was lucky enough to be chosen by the man and make your cronies envious. This shouldn't have necessitated a trip here for you."
Michael snapped again. "Don't you take that tone with me, young man! I don't want you seeing him again."
Almost stunned into laughing, Matt shook his head. "What? It's not like I see him or can afford him. I only ran into him that one other time. I'd be lucky if I even saw him again at next year's Masque."
"Fine, it's over with. Just stay away from him. His reputation means there will be gossip and I'd rather not have it. In fact you should stay away from Palace all together. You've done your research. Find some likely lad and keep house with him." Michael tried to calm himself, knowing he hadn't handled this discussion as well as Glenn had wanted him to.
"Believe me, Sean Bean is not going to be a problem." Matt could only wish for that problem. Now that's a nice fantasy, boyo. Sean Bean chasing after you!
Michael muttered under his breath. "Oh, I'll make sure of that."
Matt couldn't address the second part of Michael's statement easily. No way was he staying away from Palace. His sanctuary. "It's not the thing here to do the houseboy. Palace is more 'in' even without Sean."
Looking hard at Matt to see what he had meant by that last dig, Michael added dryly. "Are you referring to Rachel? Really Matthew, are you still being such a bear about her after all this time? She's quite pleased with the situation, I see no reason for you to be so missish about it."
"I'm sure she went to law school just to become your mistress Father." Matt retorted back as he poured himself a second drink. This was an old argument and frankly Matt had given up on convincing his old schoolmate that he could help her get out of the arrangement with his father. He had begun to suspect that she might even have deliberately set it up for his father to buy her Debt contract just to set the rest of it in motion. Wouldn't be the first time, a 'friend' had used him and unlikely to be the last.
Ignoring the comment, Michael regrouped himself as he informed Matt. "Now this is settled, I want to shower and freshen up. I've scheduled dinner with the Beaufoutaines. Wear a cocktail jacket."
Matt muttered to himself, thinking longingly of a long work out and steam at the sauna. "I had plans."
"Cancel them. Be ready in an hour." Michael walked out the door to find his car and driver leaving Matt staring at his glass wondering what had just happened. And realizing that he wouldn't be able to sleep well until he figured it out.
Matt shrugged off his jacket while loosening his tie and moved into the living room of his apartment. Stepping into the spacious airy room, he immediately noticed the occupant waiting for him.
"Father? I thought we were meeting at the hotel later?"
"My business ended earlier than I thought. And I wanted to see your place in person. Lucy did an excellent job I must say. I think we should definitely pursue some type of magazine coverage on it as she recommended." Michael casually observed his son, looking for any signs beyond the usual.
"Father, you know why I don't want to do that. It's my first place. Let her showcase my second or third." Matt was tired and trying not to sound grumpy. He had barely won this argument the first time and didn't want it again, especially now.
"Fine. Your decision." Michael sipped at his whiskey then spoke again as Matt served himself a glass. "Do you have some news to share with your father?"
Turning to face Michael, Matt was honestly perplexed and suddenly very worried. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened this week at the office. He had given both his parents a detailed recap of Masque which had excluded any actual details of his liaisons but had given a good idea of the event, the people of social standing in attendance, and especially how pleased Peter had been that he had been given an invitation to begin with.
Sitting down near Michael, Matt shrugged forgetting how much his father hated it. "Not really. One of your business dealings impacted by something our firm is doing?"
Michael stated baldly and abruptly. "You didn't think it important to tell me that everyone is gossiping about your behavior at Masque?"
Matt looked over uncomprehending at his father. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that everywhere I've been this week, it's been a wink and a nudge about you and your wanton behaviour with two men at Masque. I won't have our name made into a salacious joke. Hiring a libertine is one thing. Being fucked publicly like some mindless sex toy by two men at a party is another!"
Shocked that his father had actually said 'fuck' and worse mentioned sex toys, Matt blurted out without thinking. "It wasn't like that! Jude and Guy... we were in an enclosure...for the most part." His father was not about to ruin the best night of his entire life if Matt could at all help it.
"Jude and Guy? Who in the bloody hell are they? I'm talking about Sean Bean and some other man. Are you telling me you did this with more than them at the same party? In broad view?! My gods Matthew, are you an idiot?!" Michael stood up and began to pace.
"Not in broad view! (Well, that first blowjob with Guy and Jude maybe) They had alcoves. Nobody watched! I know that for sure!" Matt scrambled to get his head into this crazy argument.
What in the world was going on? All the sudden, his father's last minute business trip to Balize was seeming very suspicious. Surely his father hadn't come here to discuss his behaviour at Masque.
Michael glared down at Matt. "How the hell did the gossip about it make the social circuit in Sedat then? Everywhere I've been this week, I've had someone mention it or overheard someone nattering on about how the so-called great Sean Bean fucked my son!"
Pacing again, Michael added sarcastically. "Not exactly how I want our set to be talking about my son now is it? Your mother is fit to be tied."
Stomach churning in frustration and anxiety about the situation, Matt responded without thinking again. "He didn't fu.. do that. I did."
"You did what?"
"I had sex with him, I mean Sean, not the other way around, not that it matters anyway. I have no idea why anyone is talking about it anyway!" Matt tried to calm himself, to stop talking without understanding what was really going on. Why hadn't his father just laughed this off and more importantly why should his father care about Sean Bean particularly?
Michael's voice was colder if possible. "And why was I hearing of this from everyone but you, might I ask Matthew?"
Stalling, Matt answered briefly. "Because it's private."
Wrong answer. Michael exploded. "Oh so private that everyone at the damn party saw you!"
"No one saw anything!"
"Then how did they know all the details?"
Glaring back, Matt growled out. "They don't! It's all speculation which is why the story is all wrong. It's gossip. Pure and simple. They saw Sean and I walk to the alcove and made up the rest. You should have seen that from the beginning and dealt with it as such."
Surprised that Matthew had spoken back to him, Michael sat again, deciding to try a different approach. "So, you tell me Matthew. You tell me, what did happen? Tell me."
"Father..."
Angry again, Michael demanded. "Matthew! Dammit tell me now!"
Again thrown off by his father's cursing, he'd been punished enough for doing so to learn early that it was not proper for a Caine to curse, Matt tried to be more conciliatory. "Alright, I'm sorry. I really had no idea this had gotten so blown out of proportion. I saw Sean there. I'd met him before and he...and his boyfriend invited me to join them, so... I did."
Matt continued quietly. "We went to a private alcove. I'm sure Sean doesn't like the attention of the crowd either. No one saw us. I have no idea why anyone would try to claim they had except perhaps because it's Sean."
"Yes, because he isn't such a smart choice is he, lad, if you want to keep your privacy private is he?" Michael's eyes narrowed as he spoke again. "You said you'd met him before. When? And who was the boyfriend, a man named Harry? And why hadn't you spoken of this before?"
"Oh man! I just ran into him in the hallways at Palace. Literally. He introduced himself as did I. And no Harry, his boyfriend's name is Eric. Eric Bana."
Michael stared back hard. "So he does know exactly who you are? Knows the family?"
"Of course but not like he really knows me. As I said, I couldn't afford him, or might be able to and then no one else for the quarter even if I could convince him to accept my request. It was a once in a lifetime thing, really." Matt stared back at his father trying to understand where this over the top uncharacteristic reaction was coming from.
"So tell me again. Why didn't you tell me? Did Sean ask you not to?" Michael asked hotly.
"What?! Father! This is ridiculous. Sean couldn't care less what I told you." Matt stared at his father in total confusion.
"Nothing that impacts this family and our standing is ridiculous. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was private as I told you." Matt growled back.
"Matthew that is the most inane comment. Nothing at Masque could possibly be private. Obviously people recognized you, recognized Sean. Surely you should have realized that?" Michael relaxed a bit and sat back, taking another sip of the whiskey.
"Father... I don't see why you're making this such a huge issue. You should be crowing. (which is why I didn't tell you) Sean Bean is THE most famous libertine in the kingdom. Can't you spin this positively? Tell the crowd that I was lucky enough to be chosen by the man and make your cronies envious. This shouldn't have necessitated a trip here for you."
Michael snapped again. "Don't you take that tone with me, young man! I don't want you seeing him again."
Almost stunned into laughing, Matt shook his head. "What? It's not like I see him or can afford him. I only ran into him that one other time. I'd be lucky if I even saw him again at next year's Masque."
"Fine, it's over with. Just stay away from him. His reputation means there will be gossip and I'd rather not have it. In fact you should stay away from Palace all together. You've done your research. Find some likely lad and keep house with him." Michael tried to calm himself, knowing he hadn't handled this discussion as well as Glenn had wanted him to.
"Believe me, Sean Bean is not going to be a problem." Matt could only wish for that problem. Now that's a nice fantasy, boyo. Sean Bean chasing after you!
Michael muttered under his breath. "Oh, I'll make sure of that."
Matt couldn't address the second part of Michael's statement easily. No way was he staying away from Palace. His sanctuary. "It's not the thing here to do the houseboy. Palace is more 'in' even without Sean."
Looking hard at Matt to see what he had meant by that last dig, Michael added dryly. "Are you referring to Rachel? Really Matthew, are you still being such a bear about her after all this time? She's quite pleased with the situation, I see no reason for you to be so missish about it."
"I'm sure she went to law school just to become your mistress Father." Matt retorted back as he poured himself a second drink. This was an old argument and frankly Matt had given up on convincing his old schoolmate that he could help her get out of the arrangement with his father. He had begun to suspect that she might even have deliberately set it up for his father to buy her Debt contract just to set the rest of it in motion. Wouldn't be the first time, a 'friend' had used him and unlikely to be the last.
Ignoring the comment, Michael regrouped himself as he informed Matt. "Now this is settled, I want to shower and freshen up. I've scheduled dinner with the Beaufoutaines. Wear a cocktail jacket."
Matt muttered to himself, thinking longingly of a long work out and steam at the sauna. "I had plans."
"Cancel them. Be ready in an hour." Michael walked out the door to find his car and driver leaving Matt staring at his glass wondering what had just happened. And realizing that he wouldn't be able to sleep well until he figured it out.
