James

[kersen]

Kersen was... nervous, which he knew was completely silly. But it had been such a long time since he'd been on a date like this. Even though he and Klaus had gone on dates, it was after they'd already slept together.

He took a lot of care with his appearance. Dressed as a boy, but with his typical androgynous flair. Some makeup, mostly his eyes, and a pair of trousers that he knew made his ass look amazing. Also the cashmere scarf that James had admired.

James had offered to come to his house, so when the doorbell rang he managed to clamp down the butterflies, and answered the door, a smile already on his face.

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[kersen]

What a gentleman. Kersen beamed at him as he took his hand and got out of the car. "Wonderful," he said. "I've been looking forward to this all day." Not just the wine, but the company.

[unreadytodie]

"Good," James said and he did even offer his arm as they walked up to the house. "I don't know the host intimately," he explained. "She's a friend of an acquaintance. But we have met on a few occasions and she knows her wines, that is certain."

[kersen]

"Oh, very good," Kersen said, and was glad to hear this was someone James knew. Though Kersen had gotten to a point where he didn't care as much what other people thought, if James really had never been on a date with a man... well, there were still stupid people in the world.

[unreadytodie]

James was reserved, but not ashamed. He had never dated a man simply because he had stopped dating in the forties. Kersen was an exception, who knew about James' condition and therefore understood more about James than the average person.

When they walked up to the house, James let go of Kersen and rang the door. A butler opened for them and showed them in, after some brief introduction.

It was a private setting, but not a small group. In the library where they were lead, some twenty-odd other guests were getting acquainted. "You will be asked to thenect room in fifteen minutes. The hostess will be here shortly."

[kersen]

"Very formal," Kersen murmured to James. It had been a while since he'd seen a butler.

[unreadytodie]

"As long as the wine is good," James said. "Money and taste don't always mix."

[kersen]

Kersen chuckled. "Isn't that the truth. Do you know anyone else here?"

[unreadytodie]

"Vaguely," James said.

"Mr. Pritchard!" Someone then said. "Oh, how nice to see you again. Do you remember me? Jane Wel-"

"Welton, yes I remember. You bought the Connor apples."

"Beautiful. Perfect for the hallway." She eyed Kersen curiously as she spoke.

"The hallway. Of course." James could hardly keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

[kersen]

Kersen smiled politely. "There always seems to be just the perfect place for artwork, doesn't there?"

[unreadytodie]

"Yes," Came Jane's enthusiastic reply, at the same time James invisibly sighed. The hallway was not a place for that painting at all. Might as well hang a Picasso in the bathroom.

"Have you ever been to his gallery? It's quite a treat, isn't it?"

[kersen]

"It is," Kersen said, glancing at James. "He has remarkable taste. In fact, I have something from his gallery hanging in my sewing room." He thought fondly of the peacock painting, and realized that he hadn't shown James yet. He'd had to do some shifting around of art to get it where he wanted it.

[unreadytodie]

That particular peacock in the sewing room of a drag queen was perfect and James smiled briefly in appreciation. "Ah, of course. Hard to resist, is he not? But is it charm, or cunning?" she said, with a bit of a cheeky smile.

"That rather depends on the visitor," James deadpanned.

[kersen]

"Oh I think he's both," Kersen said fondly.

[unreadytodie]

"And still, while I tried to convey the importance of light in Connor's compositions, you still chose to hang it in a hallway, where, unless the hall is made of glass walls and directly facing the sun, it cannot catch the light as it is intended," James dead-panned.

[kersen]

Kersen let out a little cough, so that he could put his hand to his mouth to hide his smile at that.

[unreadytodie]

The woman made half an argument and was quickly saved by another friend. "As I said, wealth does not equal taste," he remarked to Kersen.

[kersen]

Kersen snorted. "You do not suffer fools, do you?" Then he smirked, and teased, "If I'd have known I might have been worried about you silently judging my house."

[unreadytodie]

"I explained her the essence of the artist and she plainly ignored it for the sake of having a conversation piece in the hall. I don't suffer that gladly," James explained. "Your home was perfectly put together. You have a unique taste, and the whole is more than the sum of its parts. That, I find quite good taste."

[kersen]

"Coming from you, that is high praise indeed," said Kersen fondly, and impulsively leaned in and kissed his cheek.

[unreadytodie]

Ir had been a while since anyone had involved James in any sort display of public affection and the first time a man had, so he was momentarily taken aback by the impulsive kiss.

He smiled briefly then, though he did nothing to return the display. Saved by the Butler. "Ah, look, we're expected in the other room."

[kersen]

A flicker of an expression across Kersen's face made him wonder if he had misstepped, so though they were saved in the moment he told himself that he wouldn't do something like that again. So he just offered a little smile of his own, and nodded.

[unreadytodie]

James didn't feel bad for it, as such, but he did feel a need to explain himself. Alas, it was not possible to do so now.

He found a moment no one was watching them and put a hand on Kersen's back. It was brief, but there.

[kersen]

Such a small gesture, but it genuinely did make Kersen feel better. He turned his head to tease quietly into James' ear, "This seems like a thirsty crowd."

[unreadytodie]

A brief snicker fell across James' face. Kersen had that quality, to make him fall out of character. It had been a while since anyone had. Since anyone, for that matter, had been close enough to him. Not that Kersen was that close; they hardly knew each other that well. But there was something natural about the way Kersen carried himself around James that made it as if they'd known each other far longer. "Let's hope they keep that sort of thing behind closed doors," James said, with a glint in his eye, though his manner was even.

[kersen]

That amused smile made Kersen happy. "Let's just make sure we get to the wine quickly before it's all gone," Kersen whispered.