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palacechristianWherein Christian and Cillian make a break for it and get caught. Sorta.
Christian strolled down the hall toward Cillian's room just before lunch. He had a bag slung over one arm and was dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt, walking boots laced up on his feet. His hair, which was beginning to drive him nuts, was confined by a leather lace. He knocked on Cillian's door and waited, leaning casually on the door frame.
Cillian knew Christian had said he would call today, but he hadn't exactly been expecting that call to be 'I'm on my way down'. The boy had hopped in the shower immediately, so when the knock comes he's still a bit damp and pulling on the black silk pants that are his 'uniform'. Tying the laces, he moves to the door and opens it, grinning at the prince. "Hi."
"Hi yourself." Christian leans in and gives Cillian a quick kiss, but he pulls back before Cillian can do more than respond. The bag slides from his shoulder and he shoves it into Cillian's arms, pushing the lad back in through the door and shutting it behind him. He leans back on it and folds his arms, grinning. "Open it," he says. "and get dressed quick."
Cillian grumbles good naturedly when Christian pulls back before he can get more than that quick kiss. However, he makes a startled sound when he suddenly has a bag in his arms and is being manhandled back through the door.
"Christian...what?" But he's already opening the bag, pulling out the clothes, confusion on his face.
"What's all this?" However, the boy is already obeying, taking off the pants he had just put on and getting into the clothes Christian had brought.
The confusion on Cillian's face only broadens the smile on Christian's. This morning's 'fun' with that impertinent Ioan fellow has left him in a mood for more mischief. He waggles an eyebrow at the lad as he looks up.
"We're bustin' outa here, laddie." he says. "I've got me a yearnin' for the wide open spaces."
Cillian was to the boots now and he had just sat down on the floor to put them on when Christian says that. He freezes, looking up at the man--as if waiting for the joke.
"Busting out of here?"
"Yep. You. Me. Hotdogs and icecream." Christian knows he's just confusing Cillian, but it's fun and it won't hurt him. "Hurry up with those. Then come here."
His brow furrows, but he sets about putting on the boots.
"But...I'm not allowed to Christian." He remembers his conversation with David the night before. He gets the boots on and then stands up, going over to Christian.
Christian takes Cillian's hand and pulls out his com unit, pressing it to Cillian's bracelet until it clicks.
"I know you're not." he grins as he sets about punching buttons. "Which is why we're being . . . sneaky." He does this ridiculous thing with his eyebrows and his smile that always cracks Orlando up and Cillian can't resist it either.
Cillian can't help but laugh at the look on Christian's face, but that still doesn't change the fact that...
"Won't we get in trouble? Won't I get in trouble?" He watches with curiosity as Christian does something with his bracelet.
"Only if we get caught." Christian tells him.
He wants to infect Cillian with some of what he's feeling, the sheer joy of doing something reckless, something you're not supposed to and to stop worrying so much and just . . . go with it.
"Trust me." He finishes his reprogramming of Cillian's bracelets, giving silent thanks for Sean's long-ago lessons on hacking. "Ready?" He asks.
Christian just stares at Christian for a moment. Is he serious? He can tell by the look in the prince's eyes that he is. He's torn between the desire to get out of here (and to be with Christian) and the fear over being caught. With Christian looking at him like that though, his conscience takes a back seat. Heart beating a little faster, the boy nods, taking Christian's hand.
Christian leads Cillian swiftly through the corridors and up to the main floor via the lift. He's moving as quickly as he can, not out of fear, but because to slow down would be to give Cillian time to reconsider. The lobby, as he knew it would be, is fairly deserted because of the lunch hour. Walking confidently, he leads the lad across the marble floor, not even slowing down when he sees David standing in front of the reception desk. He simply lifts an eyebrow and nods to him, continuing on his way as if nothing were amiss.
David looks up as he hears footsteps, his glance coming to rest casually on the two men passing him.
Oh.
He goes to look back at his clipboard, suddenly freezing. What the?
Looking back up, he sees Christian's nod of greeting. You . . . rat!
Then he reconsiders. Nah. It won't hurt Cillian to get out, do him good. He'll let them go. Cillian will be safe with Christian and the pair of them will be with Lawrence, so nothing will . . . Wait a minute!
David looks around. No Lawrence. Oh no you don't!
He might delegate responsibility for Cillian to Christian but no way is David picking up the tab on a prince! Quickly, he picks up his com as he watches Christian and Cillian exit the building.
"Hello? Security."
Cillian stops dead in his tracks when he sees David. Or rather, he tries, but Christian still has hold of his hand and he has little choice but to go with him or make a scene. And he knows making a scene won't help at all. He's quite surprised though when David doesn't try to stop them. The boy is still trying to look over his shoulder as he's pulled along, as if waiting on someone to realize he's really not supposed to be doing this. "Christian..."
Christian ignores Cillian's cry until they reach the bottom of the main staircase outside. Letting go of his hand, Christian grasps him by the upper arms and says, "It's fine. Now, stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
Trusting that the lad will do as he's asked, he quickly crosses to the building to the right of Palace, the hostel. But instead of going in through the front door, he takes the side passage and vanishes momentarily around the corner.
"What? Christian!" Then he's standing alone in a place he's never been and a place he's not even allowed to be in. He stays where he's told, mostly, though he does back up against the wall as he waits, looking around nervously. Then his attention is drawn to the view before him, of the city--and for the moment that has his attention more than the fact he's definitely breaking more than one kind of rule here.
When Christian comes back into view, a huge shaggy grey dog is trotting at his side. Christian smiles when he sees Cillian still exactly where he left him, entranced by the view.
"Right." he says as he draws level. "Ready to go?"
Cillian doesn't even realize Christian is back until he hears his voice. He jumps, looking over, gaping at the huge dog next to Christian. He may be afraid of a lot of things, but it doesn't occur to him to be afraid of the dog--the trust he's given Christian sort of extends to it as well.
"Um...yeah. Who's that?" He indicates the dog, not quite having enough nerve to try and pet it or anything.
Christian looks down at his canine companion with a smile and a fond look on his face. "This is Shannon." he tells Cillian. "I bought her back with me from the border." He gestures and the dog approaches Cillian. Grinning, Christian gestures again and says, "Say hello, Shannon."
Boldly, the dog steps up to Cillian and brazenly sniffs his crotch, obviously what Christian commanded her to do. "She's friendly." he adds nonchalantly, hiding his grin. He folds his arms and waits to see how Cillian will react.
"Hi--hey!" The boy exclaims as the huge dog noses his crotch, but he's giggling. He pushes at Shannon's head gently, then kneels down to rub behind her ears once Christian has stated that she's friendly.
"Hello Shannon," he tries again--for the moment forgetting they are making a 'jail break' here.
"Shall we?" Christian says when Cillian stands again. The dog is grinning and Cillian is grinning, so all is right with Christian's world. Slinging an arm around Cillian's shoulders and gesturing for Shannon to heel in, he begins to head for the slope and the path downtown. There's a park down near the water that'd be . . . A firm tap on his shoulder halts him in his tracks. He looks over his shoulder . . .
"Oh no!" he sighs. "Hello Lawrence."
Cillian lets Christian lead him along now, leaning into his arm. However, when Christian lets out a soft exclamation and turns--well, Cillian freezes a bit. The guy is HUGE. He moves a bit behind Christian, peering over his shoulder nervously. Is this where he gets escorted back into Palace?
"Morning, Highness." Lawrence's smile is both wry and knowing. "Going somewhere without me?"
Christian almost pouts. Bloody David! Had to be! "I can look after myself." He tries, he has to try, but he knows he's going to lose. Lawrence is implacable.
"I'm sure you can." the big man says calmly. "But who'll look after me?" he pauses. "When I lose my job." Coup de grace delivered, Lawrence smiles, teeth shining white against his dark skin. "Lead on, Sire." he says.
Christian concedes defeat. He would actually have been surprised if he had managed to get away without his bodyguard. It would have meant Lawrence was losing his touch.
Cillian watches the exchange, relaxing more and more. While he's not thrilled this guy is coming with them, at least that means they are still leaving. The boy hadn't said a word until he's addressed and he looks at Lawrence shyly.
"Hi," he offers, smiling a bit, still hiding behind Christian just a bit.
"Oh." Christian chides himself over his loss of manners. "Cillian, this is Lawrence. He's my . . . bodyguard."
He says it as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, which it does, a little.
"Lawrence, this is Cillian. We're escaping." he tells him succinctly.
Lawrence nods politely and thereafter says nothing as the two men and the dog precede him, wandering down the road toward the city centre.
"So?" Christian asks. "Anything you fancy doing in particular? I'd like to give Shannon a run in the park? We could take lunch over there?"
And that seems to be the end of that--as far as what they are up to. He's glad Lawrence doesn't seemed inclined to actually stop their departure. The boy keeps glancing over his shoulder at first at the man, but then his attention is fully on Christian and the city ahead.
"Um...I wouldn't know where to begin--my experience with this city has been McKellan's and being inside Palace. So...that sounds fine?" Glancing back at Lawrence one last time, he finally reaches out to take Christian's hand again.
By the time an hour or more has gone by, Christian's good humor is firmly restored. With Lawrence sitting on a park bench a couple of feet away and Shannon lolling in the shade of a nearby tree, thoroughly worn out after an energetic romp, he's feeling pretty damned mellow. Cillian sits beside him on the grass, leaning back on his elbows, while Christian lays quietly beside him, arms pillowing his head and staring up contentedly at the blue sky. "Nice." he murmurs.
It's almost possible for Cillian to forget everything else as they act like a normal couple--well, what he assumes is normal--walking the dog. Assuming one forgets the immense man shadowing them. He shuts everything out of his mind--what happened before and what will happen after. Right now, he's totally happy with the moment they have. Everything went by so fast as they moved through the city, but it was still wonderful--especially the markets! Cillian is pretty sure he could spend the entire day just there, looking around at all the things. The prince got recognized remarkably few times--but then again, he hadn't known who he was when they first met either. And then of course there was the kissing. Cillian is seriously starting to wonder if he knows how to keep his hands to himself any longer. When Christian murmurs, the boy glances over at him, smiling. Leaning over, he brushes a light kiss across Christian's lips before settling onto his back as well. "Yeah, it is."
"I love the place, you know? Palace, I mean." Christian says conversationally. "But I kind of got used to being outside." He tilts his head and looks over at Cillian.
"I miss the quiet." he adds with a sigh and a stretch. "This is the next best thing."
Cillian nods, able to understand that. "I was so used to time alone, and I spent most of it outside--easiest way to avoid people, hiding sort of outside the village. The gardens are nice, but it's different..." Cillian watches as Christian stretches, smiling a bit to himself. "Thank you."
"Glad you enjoyed it. I know I have." He shoots a wry glance over his shoulder a the man-mountain waiting patiently and silently behind them. "Well," he qualifies. "Most of it."
"He means well," Cillian says, shifting onto his side so he can look at Christian fully. "I'd rather him be here than something happen to you." He smiles shyly.
"You know--David and I were just talking about this last night, about not being able to leave..."
"Yeah?" Christian raises an innocent eyebrow. "Really? Well, whatever you said must have got to him." he grins suddenly. "He only semi-ratted on me, after all." He reaches out and pulls Cillian close, nuzzling at his neck with his arm slung about the lad's waist.
"C'mon," he murmurs. "kiss me quick. We'll have to head back soon, else David's good turn will backfire on him."
"Well...I was just saying how it felt like jail," Cillian says with a blush. He's about to say more when he's suddenly pulled close and then he's not interested in talking any more. He obeys, kissing Christian kick but not fast.
Wrapping his arms around the man's neck for a moment, he presses close, sighing as it finally ends. "He won't get in trouble will he? I know if I fuck up, it reflects on him."
"For this? Nah." Christian shakes his head. "I'll take the heat if anyone finds out. We'll just forget we saw David and I bet he's forgotten he saw us." he grins and then reluctantly pushes Cillian off.
"Time to go." he says, his voice tinged with more than a little regret. He gets up, offering his hand to help Cillian rise and gestures to the dog.
"Heel." he tells her, sliding a sly look in Lawrence's direction.
"You too." he adds.
Cillian sighs, not ready to go back--but knowing that the time they've had already wasn't even something he should have been allowed, so he's not about to complain. Letting Cillian pull him up, he steals another kiss before falling into step next to him, sliding an arm around his waist.
Too soon, they are back at Palace, sneaking in much as they snuck out--leaving Shannon and Lawrence where they first found them. However, when they reach Cillian's room, he's not ready to part just yet. "Do you really have to go?"
"I'm sorry, I do." Christian pushes Cillian's hair back from his eyes as he speaks. "Dinner with the family. But I can come back? If you want? Later on tonight."
Looking up at the prince, Cillian nods. "I'd like that--should I be anticipating another jail break? Or will it be a quiet evening in?"
Moving closer, he presses his body against Christian's briefly as he kisses him, his smile a little mischievous.
"A . . .?" Christian groans softly at the feel of the lithe body against his own. "Christ, Cillian! What's your definition of 'quiet'?" He holds up a hand as Cillian goes to speak.
"No. I don't think I want to know." he grins, leaning in for one more kiss. "See you later."
Christian spins on his heel and takes two steps toward the exit, stopping abruptly. "Shit!"
He turns back to where Cillian is still in the doorway and pulls out his com. "Bracelet." he mutters. "Silly me."
It's easier to deactivate the over-ride than it is to apply it and he has it done in a split-second. "Sorry," he grins at the silent Cillian.
He leans in and steals another brief, but passionate, kiss, cupping the lad's face between his palms. "Can't have you getting away from me, now, can we?" he whispers.
Christian strolled down the hall toward Cillian's room just before lunch. He had a bag slung over one arm and was dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt, walking boots laced up on his feet. His hair, which was beginning to drive him nuts, was confined by a leather lace. He knocked on Cillian's door and waited, leaning casually on the door frame.
Cillian knew Christian had said he would call today, but he hadn't exactly been expecting that call to be 'I'm on my way down'. The boy had hopped in the shower immediately, so when the knock comes he's still a bit damp and pulling on the black silk pants that are his 'uniform'. Tying the laces, he moves to the door and opens it, grinning at the prince. "Hi."
"Hi yourself." Christian leans in and gives Cillian a quick kiss, but he pulls back before Cillian can do more than respond. The bag slides from his shoulder and he shoves it into Cillian's arms, pushing the lad back in through the door and shutting it behind him. He leans back on it and folds his arms, grinning. "Open it," he says. "and get dressed quick."
Cillian grumbles good naturedly when Christian pulls back before he can get more than that quick kiss. However, he makes a startled sound when he suddenly has a bag in his arms and is being manhandled back through the door.
"Christian...what?" But he's already opening the bag, pulling out the clothes, confusion on his face.
"What's all this?" However, the boy is already obeying, taking off the pants he had just put on and getting into the clothes Christian had brought.
The confusion on Cillian's face only broadens the smile on Christian's. This morning's 'fun' with that impertinent Ioan fellow has left him in a mood for more mischief. He waggles an eyebrow at the lad as he looks up.
"We're bustin' outa here, laddie." he says. "I've got me a yearnin' for the wide open spaces."
Cillian was to the boots now and he had just sat down on the floor to put them on when Christian says that. He freezes, looking up at the man--as if waiting for the joke.
"Busting out of here?"
"Yep. You. Me. Hotdogs and icecream." Christian knows he's just confusing Cillian, but it's fun and it won't hurt him. "Hurry up with those. Then come here."
His brow furrows, but he sets about putting on the boots.
"But...I'm not allowed to Christian." He remembers his conversation with David the night before. He gets the boots on and then stands up, going over to Christian.
Christian takes Cillian's hand and pulls out his com unit, pressing it to Cillian's bracelet until it clicks.
"I know you're not." he grins as he sets about punching buttons. "Which is why we're being . . . sneaky." He does this ridiculous thing with his eyebrows and his smile that always cracks Orlando up and Cillian can't resist it either.
Cillian can't help but laugh at the look on Christian's face, but that still doesn't change the fact that...
"Won't we get in trouble? Won't I get in trouble?" He watches with curiosity as Christian does something with his bracelet.
"Only if we get caught." Christian tells him.
He wants to infect Cillian with some of what he's feeling, the sheer joy of doing something reckless, something you're not supposed to and to stop worrying so much and just . . . go with it.
"Trust me." He finishes his reprogramming of Cillian's bracelets, giving silent thanks for Sean's long-ago lessons on hacking. "Ready?" He asks.
Christian just stares at Christian for a moment. Is he serious? He can tell by the look in the prince's eyes that he is. He's torn between the desire to get out of here (and to be with Christian) and the fear over being caught. With Christian looking at him like that though, his conscience takes a back seat. Heart beating a little faster, the boy nods, taking Christian's hand.
Christian leads Cillian swiftly through the corridors and up to the main floor via the lift. He's moving as quickly as he can, not out of fear, but because to slow down would be to give Cillian time to reconsider. The lobby, as he knew it would be, is fairly deserted because of the lunch hour. Walking confidently, he leads the lad across the marble floor, not even slowing down when he sees David standing in front of the reception desk. He simply lifts an eyebrow and nods to him, continuing on his way as if nothing were amiss.
David looks up as he hears footsteps, his glance coming to rest casually on the two men passing him.
Oh.
He goes to look back at his clipboard, suddenly freezing. What the?
Looking back up, he sees Christian's nod of greeting. You . . . rat!
Then he reconsiders. Nah. It won't hurt Cillian to get out, do him good. He'll let them go. Cillian will be safe with Christian and the pair of them will be with Lawrence, so nothing will . . . Wait a minute!
David looks around. No Lawrence. Oh no you don't!
He might delegate responsibility for Cillian to Christian but no way is David picking up the tab on a prince! Quickly, he picks up his com as he watches Christian and Cillian exit the building.
"Hello? Security."
Cillian stops dead in his tracks when he sees David. Or rather, he tries, but Christian still has hold of his hand and he has little choice but to go with him or make a scene. And he knows making a scene won't help at all. He's quite surprised though when David doesn't try to stop them. The boy is still trying to look over his shoulder as he's pulled along, as if waiting on someone to realize he's really not supposed to be doing this. "Christian..."
Christian ignores Cillian's cry until they reach the bottom of the main staircase outside. Letting go of his hand, Christian grasps him by the upper arms and says, "It's fine. Now, stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
Trusting that the lad will do as he's asked, he quickly crosses to the building to the right of Palace, the hostel. But instead of going in through the front door, he takes the side passage and vanishes momentarily around the corner.
"What? Christian!" Then he's standing alone in a place he's never been and a place he's not even allowed to be in. He stays where he's told, mostly, though he does back up against the wall as he waits, looking around nervously. Then his attention is drawn to the view before him, of the city--and for the moment that has his attention more than the fact he's definitely breaking more than one kind of rule here.
When Christian comes back into view, a huge shaggy grey dog is trotting at his side. Christian smiles when he sees Cillian still exactly where he left him, entranced by the view.
"Right." he says as he draws level. "Ready to go?"
Cillian doesn't even realize Christian is back until he hears his voice. He jumps, looking over, gaping at the huge dog next to Christian. He may be afraid of a lot of things, but it doesn't occur to him to be afraid of the dog--the trust he's given Christian sort of extends to it as well.
"Um...yeah. Who's that?" He indicates the dog, not quite having enough nerve to try and pet it or anything.
Christian looks down at his canine companion with a smile and a fond look on his face. "This is Shannon." he tells Cillian. "I bought her back with me from the border." He gestures and the dog approaches Cillian. Grinning, Christian gestures again and says, "Say hello, Shannon."
Boldly, the dog steps up to Cillian and brazenly sniffs his crotch, obviously what Christian commanded her to do. "She's friendly." he adds nonchalantly, hiding his grin. He folds his arms and waits to see how Cillian will react.
"Hi--hey!" The boy exclaims as the huge dog noses his crotch, but he's giggling. He pushes at Shannon's head gently, then kneels down to rub behind her ears once Christian has stated that she's friendly.
"Hello Shannon," he tries again--for the moment forgetting they are making a 'jail break' here.
"Shall we?" Christian says when Cillian stands again. The dog is grinning and Cillian is grinning, so all is right with Christian's world. Slinging an arm around Cillian's shoulders and gesturing for Shannon to heel in, he begins to head for the slope and the path downtown. There's a park down near the water that'd be . . . A firm tap on his shoulder halts him in his tracks. He looks over his shoulder . . .
"Oh no!" he sighs. "Hello Lawrence."
Cillian lets Christian lead him along now, leaning into his arm. However, when Christian lets out a soft exclamation and turns--well, Cillian freezes a bit. The guy is HUGE. He moves a bit behind Christian, peering over his shoulder nervously. Is this where he gets escorted back into Palace?
"Morning, Highness." Lawrence's smile is both wry and knowing. "Going somewhere without me?"
Christian almost pouts. Bloody David! Had to be! "I can look after myself." He tries, he has to try, but he knows he's going to lose. Lawrence is implacable.
"I'm sure you can." the big man says calmly. "But who'll look after me?" he pauses. "When I lose my job." Coup de grace delivered, Lawrence smiles, teeth shining white against his dark skin. "Lead on, Sire." he says.
Christian concedes defeat. He would actually have been surprised if he had managed to get away without his bodyguard. It would have meant Lawrence was losing his touch.
Cillian watches the exchange, relaxing more and more. While he's not thrilled this guy is coming with them, at least that means they are still leaving. The boy hadn't said a word until he's addressed and he looks at Lawrence shyly.
"Hi," he offers, smiling a bit, still hiding behind Christian just a bit.
"Oh." Christian chides himself over his loss of manners. "Cillian, this is Lawrence. He's my . . . bodyguard."
He says it as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, which it does, a little.
"Lawrence, this is Cillian. We're escaping." he tells him succinctly.
Lawrence nods politely and thereafter says nothing as the two men and the dog precede him, wandering down the road toward the city centre.
"So?" Christian asks. "Anything you fancy doing in particular? I'd like to give Shannon a run in the park? We could take lunch over there?"
And that seems to be the end of that--as far as what they are up to. He's glad Lawrence doesn't seemed inclined to actually stop their departure. The boy keeps glancing over his shoulder at first at the man, but then his attention is fully on Christian and the city ahead.
"Um...I wouldn't know where to begin--my experience with this city has been McKellan's and being inside Palace. So...that sounds fine?" Glancing back at Lawrence one last time, he finally reaches out to take Christian's hand again.
By the time an hour or more has gone by, Christian's good humor is firmly restored. With Lawrence sitting on a park bench a couple of feet away and Shannon lolling in the shade of a nearby tree, thoroughly worn out after an energetic romp, he's feeling pretty damned mellow. Cillian sits beside him on the grass, leaning back on his elbows, while Christian lays quietly beside him, arms pillowing his head and staring up contentedly at the blue sky. "Nice." he murmurs.
It's almost possible for Cillian to forget everything else as they act like a normal couple--well, what he assumes is normal--walking the dog. Assuming one forgets the immense man shadowing them. He shuts everything out of his mind--what happened before and what will happen after. Right now, he's totally happy with the moment they have. Everything went by so fast as they moved through the city, but it was still wonderful--especially the markets! Cillian is pretty sure he could spend the entire day just there, looking around at all the things. The prince got recognized remarkably few times--but then again, he hadn't known who he was when they first met either. And then of course there was the kissing. Cillian is seriously starting to wonder if he knows how to keep his hands to himself any longer. When Christian murmurs, the boy glances over at him, smiling. Leaning over, he brushes a light kiss across Christian's lips before settling onto his back as well. "Yeah, it is."
"I love the place, you know? Palace, I mean." Christian says conversationally. "But I kind of got used to being outside." He tilts his head and looks over at Cillian.
"I miss the quiet." he adds with a sigh and a stretch. "This is the next best thing."
Cillian nods, able to understand that. "I was so used to time alone, and I spent most of it outside--easiest way to avoid people, hiding sort of outside the village. The gardens are nice, but it's different..." Cillian watches as Christian stretches, smiling a bit to himself. "Thank you."
"Glad you enjoyed it. I know I have." He shoots a wry glance over his shoulder a the man-mountain waiting patiently and silently behind them. "Well," he qualifies. "Most of it."
"He means well," Cillian says, shifting onto his side so he can look at Christian fully. "I'd rather him be here than something happen to you." He smiles shyly.
"You know--David and I were just talking about this last night, about not being able to leave..."
"Yeah?" Christian raises an innocent eyebrow. "Really? Well, whatever you said must have got to him." he grins suddenly. "He only semi-ratted on me, after all." He reaches out and pulls Cillian close, nuzzling at his neck with his arm slung about the lad's waist.
"C'mon," he murmurs. "kiss me quick. We'll have to head back soon, else David's good turn will backfire on him."
"Well...I was just saying how it felt like jail," Cillian says with a blush. He's about to say more when he's suddenly pulled close and then he's not interested in talking any more. He obeys, kissing Christian kick but not fast.
Wrapping his arms around the man's neck for a moment, he presses close, sighing as it finally ends. "He won't get in trouble will he? I know if I fuck up, it reflects on him."
"For this? Nah." Christian shakes his head. "I'll take the heat if anyone finds out. We'll just forget we saw David and I bet he's forgotten he saw us." he grins and then reluctantly pushes Cillian off.
"Time to go." he says, his voice tinged with more than a little regret. He gets up, offering his hand to help Cillian rise and gestures to the dog.
"Heel." he tells her, sliding a sly look in Lawrence's direction.
"You too." he adds.
Cillian sighs, not ready to go back--but knowing that the time they've had already wasn't even something he should have been allowed, so he's not about to complain. Letting Cillian pull him up, he steals another kiss before falling into step next to him, sliding an arm around his waist.
Too soon, they are back at Palace, sneaking in much as they snuck out--leaving Shannon and Lawrence where they first found them. However, when they reach Cillian's room, he's not ready to part just yet. "Do you really have to go?"
"I'm sorry, I do." Christian pushes Cillian's hair back from his eyes as he speaks. "Dinner with the family. But I can come back? If you want? Later on tonight."
Looking up at the prince, Cillian nods. "I'd like that--should I be anticipating another jail break? Or will it be a quiet evening in?"
Moving closer, he presses his body against Christian's briefly as he kisses him, his smile a little mischievous.
"A . . .?" Christian groans softly at the feel of the lithe body against his own. "Christ, Cillian! What's your definition of 'quiet'?" He holds up a hand as Cillian goes to speak.
"No. I don't think I want to know." he grins, leaning in for one more kiss. "See you later."
Christian spins on his heel and takes two steps toward the exit, stopping abruptly. "Shit!"
He turns back to where Cillian is still in the doorway and pulls out his com. "Bracelet." he mutters. "Silly me."
It's easier to deactivate the over-ride than it is to apply it and he has it done in a split-second. "Sorry," he grins at the silent Cillian.
He leans in and steals another brief, but passionate, kiss, cupping the lad's face between his palms. "Can't have you getting away from me, now, can we?" he whispers.
