There were times when a
suit was unavoidable. A meeting with the Governer General was one. Though
Oliver would happily push the boundaries of dress code when it came to meetings
with his boss, his siblings, Matthew and the Prime Minister (especially the
Prime Minister because Oliver knew it irked the man), the line was drawn at
Royalty, even if it was only Vice-Royalty.
Still, that didn’t mean
he had to be happy about it.
Oliver bit down on a
curse as he fumbled blindly with the cinch at the back of the silk vest,
attempting to pull the fabric tighter. The tie slipped through his fingers once
more, and Oliver was about to forgo the damn thing and just cover up the
bagginess with the suit jacket, when fingers closed over his, gently extracting
the silk ties and expertly tightening them, before coming to rest on Oliver’s
hips. There was a warm chuckle in his ear.
“You’re home early,”
Oliver said, looking up. He smiled in thanks to the other man in the mirror.
“Mmm,” Alex’s mouth slid
down from his ear to press against his jaw. “Home just in time,” he said
against the skin there. “Is this the new Armani?”
“You tell me,” Oliver
said, head tilting obligingly to the side without thought as Alex began to
trail long, slow kisses down his neck to the open collar. He inhaled sharply
when Alex bit down gently. “Alex-” The fingers on his hips flexed. “Alex, I can’t be late.”
Reluctantly, Alex lifted
his head. He reached around to tug the vest into place. “So what is this for
“Meeting with the Governor
General,” Oliver answered, buttoning his cuffs.
Alex turned Oliver to
face him, and began to button the collar. “Oh sure, some crotchety old man gets
you in a suit, and I don’t,” he said teasingly.
Oliver smiled at him, “renounce
your American citizenship and get appointed to be the Queen’s Official
representative, and you can have me in a suit any time you’d like.” He paused
and made a face, “but promise me you
won’t schedule meetings on a Friday night.”
“More secret Canadian
Oliver snorted, “We’re
meeting to discuss what baby gift we should send the new prince or princess.”
“I’m great at picking out
gifts. And I kissed a damn fish, so
that should give me a say by default.”
Oliver shook his head. “Trust
me, when it enters hour four and we are arguing what part of the card should be
in French and what part in English, you’d be grateful for your stars and
stripes.” He reached for the tie lying on the bed.
Alex beat him to it, and
held the tie up against the vest with a critical eye.
“It’s the nicest one I
have,” Oliver said, a little defensively.
“It’s the wrong shade,”
Alex pronounced. “Here,” he loosened his own tie, slipping it off his neck and
onto Oliver’s. “Much Better.” Oliver let
Alex slid the jacket onto his shoulders, and patiently endured as Alex brushed
and smoothed and straightened. Eventually, the other man stepped back to survey
his work. “There.” He paused, “you’re sure you can’t be a little bit late?”
Oliver laughed, “most
people get turned on by people taking off
clothes, not putting them on.”
“Most people don’t look
the way you do in a suit.”
grinned, and pulled him close for a kiss.
He’d meant it to be
chaste, but Alex had other ideas. Oliver felt an arm come around his waist. A
hand slid into his hair, knotting itself into the curls there. A tiny voice in
the back of his head piped up with a warning, but the hand on his waist took
that moment to slip lower and the voice was drowned out.
Matthew raised an eyebrow
when Oliver slid into place next to him in the reception room at Rideau Hall an
hour later, beating the Governor General’s arrival by all of ten seconds.
“Sorry,” Oliver murmured.
Matthew’s lips turned up
in an amused smirk. “Nice hair.”