D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-11 14:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, d'artagnan, portia |
Who:D'Artagnan and Athos and Portia
What:Photoshoot
When:Recently? Idk.
Where:Their house
Warnings/rating:None/low
Status:complete
Portia was excited. She couldn’t believe the guys had agreed to pose for her portfolio but she was very grateful they had. She’d brought her current portfolio for them to look through and samples of her work so they knew she was legit. And of course, she’d brought the clothes she’d made for them which she would let them keep after they had finished.
Walking up to the house, which she thought was absolutely gorgeous, she knocked and waited.
Athos couldn’t say he was particularly looking forward to the day, sure he wanted to see D’Artagnan in some nice clothes but what he didn’t understand was why this girl wanted to photograph him as well. D’Artagnan was far more attractive.
When the bell rang he called out to D’Artagnan before he answered it with a slight smile and a nod, “Portia” he greeted, “Come on in”
D’Artagnan had been busying himself with something. In this case it was an attempt to make tea. He’d failed at mission coffee the day before-he was determined to make something without burning it. Tea had to be easy, and yet he was getting bored watching the kettle. That was half of his problem. His damned energy levels decided what he could and couldn’t stand, and waiting for water to boil was one thing he wasn’t capable of doing.
He glared at it and wandered off as he heard Athos call for him. He was going to come back later, maybe then it would be ready. D’Artagnan slipped up beside Athos as though he’d materialized from the nearby wall and took his hand.
“Oh. Hey, I..entirely forgot we were doing this today.” He greeted her warmly if a little sheepishly. Somewhere in the background a tea kettle started whistling, steam began to fill the kitchen. He’d left it on too high, too long.
“Oh I can come back if it’s inconvenient” Portia told them, “I should have remembered to message you before I came over” she worried at her bottom lip as she felt bad for not checking.
“No, you’re fine” Athos told her, “Honestly. I remembered you were coming over, I just didn’t mention it” He thought D’Artagnan would have remembered since he was the one who set it up. Not that it mattered as they were free all day, Athos was hoping that there would be enough time for a walk along the beach after Portia left.
“Let me just check the kettle. D’Artagnan can you show Portia to the living room?” he asked kissing D’Artagnan’s knuckles before letting him go and moving to rescue their kitchen.
“It’s fine. I just forgot what day it was.” He shrugged. “We aren’t doing anything right now anyway.” He was awkward with new company at times. He didn’t really know what to say to them. He’d gotten comfortable with his small group of friends so he never had to worry about what to say to them, but Portia was new. And on top of that going to take photos of them. D’Artagnan wasn’t even sure what that would involve, but he hoped it wasn’t anything weird.
He smiled at Athos and then blinked as he rushed off to go deal with the kettle. “I think I even burned tea.” He rubbed a hand in frustration on his face. If that was possible. Did water burn? Either way he lead the woman into their large living room.
“So, ah..this is it.” He sat on the couch, and motioned anywhere she wanted to sit was fine.
Portia would try and make it as not weird as possible for everybody, it was more about the clothes really though them being on incredibly good looking men didn’t hurt which was why she’d asked in the first place. Hopefully D’Artagnan would feel relaxed soon enough once she explained what she’d be doing.
“Oh dear, are you not very lucky in the kitchen?” Portia asked kindly, as she was led into the living room. “Your house is lovely, such a wonderful spot” she told him as she sat, setting down the case of clothes and placing her portfolio on the table.
Athos meanwhile was saving the kitchen from D’Artagnan’s swiftly evaporating water, he soon had it under control and sorted out tea and biscuits on a tray to take into the living room.
“I basically have the opposite of any luck in the kitchen.” He sighed some, but he wasn’t really as depressed or unhappy about it as before. He had a plan. Aramis and Porthos could cook, maybe he’d be able to talk the two of them into lessons. It wasn’t that he wanted to be a wife or anything, but he did occasionally want to do things for Athos. Aramis had shown him spaghetti and a few other various easy meals but they couldn’t just repeat the same thing over and over even if Athos insisted it was good every time.
“It just takes so long.” He really didn’t have a very long attention span, Portia was going to have to note that if she was going to take photos of them. He wouldn’t stand for it if it took forever. He’d likely end up wandering off in the middle.
“The soft kind.” D’Artagnan grinned as he reached for one of the treats, he’d try not to eat them all but he made no promises.
Portia nodded in understanding, she’d not been great but she could hold her own now. Thanks to a few lessons from friends and professional courses. It had been fun. “It can take a while to prepare good dishes” she agreed, already getting the hint that D’Artagnan might not be the most patient of people.
She smiled as Athos returned to the room and thanked him for the tea as he poured it for them all. “I have my portfolio if you’d like to see, just to prove I’m not a random weirdo” she grinned, “I’m not a professional photographer, it’s more about showing how the clothes I made look on people” she added handing it over to Athos.
Athos sat next to D’Artagnan after pouring the tea and took the folder from Portia. Flicking through the pages he had to admit he was impressed, “You made all of these clothes?” he asked and at her nod gave a nod of his own, “Amazing”
“Or any dishes. I couldn’t even do Pasta until Aramis showed me.” He made a face. He’d been mostly surviving on take out when he made friends with Aramis and Porthos in the beginning. The two men had taken pity on him and taught him how to prepare some simple things, but it was like a bad movie on repeat. No matter how many ways you cook it the result was still the same. Simple. Sometimes simple was good, but there were times he wanted to impress Athos and simple wasn’t going to do it. He made a mental note to call Aramis later on and ask for more lessons.
When Athos sat next to him he peered over his arm at the portfolio and nodded in agreement. “Ah, right. I remember. I think I thought you were a internet weirdo or something..” He admitted sheepishly. Never was one to hide his thoughts no matter how rude they might have been. He munched away at a cookie and looked over the pages. “I guess I get a little easily distracted, heh. But he’s right. They aren’t strange at all.” He admitted.
Portia gave him a sympathetic look, if she’d have had to guess she would have thought Athos was the cook. D’Artagnan seemed sweet but like her not all that experienced in the kitchen. The overboiling kettle might have been a bit of a clue too.
“Thanks. I’m glad you don’t think I’m too odd. That’s reassuring since I’ll be taking pictures of you later” Portia told him with a grin, she liked him already. There was nothing false about D’Artagnan which she found refreshing. The same for Athos too only he had a more serious air to him.
“D’Artagnan, she’s obviously on the level” Athos said, almost scolding but with a smile to show he wasn't serious. "And after looking at these I'm looking forward to seeing what she has planned for you"
Generally if D’Artagnan had something to say, it was going to come out whether it was kind or not. Fortunately for most, he was easy to get along with so the unkind wasn’t a thing that happened often. Portia seemed nice enough. He didn’t know that he trusted her or anything just yet, but Athos was there and going to be doing this with him so the idea wasn’t as scary as it seemed before.
He’d once thought of modeling professionally but the idea struck him as a bit silly. Especially with his training.
The brunette grinned at that. Though Remy had once suggested doing something risque like stripping, or naked type photos-but D’Artagnan didn’t know that he was quite that bold. Yet. Though he began to wonder just how long they’d been together, that was the problem when you were bad at keeping track of dates-sometimes you forgot important ones that made you feel bad. Maybe for Athos’s birthday, or something like that he’d do one of those things. But for now, he was just going to test the waters. He wouldn’t be the one to be weird this time.
He hummed at that as he perched his hands on Athos’s arm, much like a small bird might grasping on a log to look over the portfolio with him a bit more. “The photos are pretty good really.” He didn’t see anything wrong with them in any case. “What’s in the bags?” He’d noticed she’d put down some things near by and he was already eyeing them. If his hands hadn’t been full of cookies at the time he might have tried poking into one.
It probably would be a waste of his skills but Portia thought D’Artagnan would be an excellent model, he had a lovely bone structure and was the perfect height and weight.
Athos, of course, knew how attractive D’Artagnan was and in truth if he did try to strip for him he would appreciate it but he wouldn’t want him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with. Luckily for his boyfriend Athos remembered everything - like he knew it would be exactly six months since their first kiss on Monday 13th October since it was 13th April that they kissed in the hotel room while on vacation. He was definitely the dates guy in their relationship.
Portia watched them together and couldn’t help thinking how cute they were, “Thank you. My area is clothing but it helps being able to take half decent photographs of my work” she said with a smile, “Well you gave me your measurements so I’ve made clothes for the both of you. As much as I think you are both very attractive my interest is purely business” she assured him, “And in order for me to take photographs you need to wear the clothes I’ve made. I hope you like them” she picked up the bags and gave one to each of them.
D’Artagnan was much better with spontaneous things than dates and details. They evened each other out in that way he supposed. Many ways really. He leaned against Athos as he watched Portia get her things with a curious expression. “He’ll make anything you’ve bought look amazing.” He commented as he watched Athos receive his things.
“I’ve never had anything custom made like this.” There were many firsts with Athos. He was enjoying them as they came, trying not to put too much thought into future worries. Trying not to let what Remy had said a bit ago get to him again. He wasn’t a wife, and if he had been asked to marry he would be a husband. He took the bag and peered into it. “Then we should probably go change.” He grabbed at a last cookie for good measure. He’d very nearly eaten them all.
They definitely worked as a team very well, their strengths and weaknesses balanced each other out. In almost every way they were a perfect fit. It was reassuring and comforting, for Athos anyway. He was pleased that D’Artagnan had been able to move past the upset Remy’s text has caused. “That is more likely to be you” Athos corrected.
“Actually I think you’re both going to look great” she told them, “There’s a couple of outfits in each bag” she explained, “I love making custom designs and you’re welcome to keep them if you’d like to” She smiled and nodded, “I’ll get the camera ready to go while you guys get ready”
Athos stood too, smiling indulgently as D’Artagnan grabbed another cookie. His boyfriend really was a slave to his sweet tooth. “We won’t be long” he said before following D’Artagnan into their bedroom.
He couldn’t help it. Once he got a bite of something sugary he wanted more. And more, and more. He’d probably have finished off the cookies if Athos had left him to it much longer. He didn’t even feel a little bad about it either. D’Artagnan was glad they left the room when they did, his face was a little red from the comments.
The brunette unzipped the first bag and pulled out the rather fancy custom suit she had designed for him and began slipping it on. “You know someone suggested I do a photoshoot like this before, but a nude one.” He looked over his shoulder with a teasing grin at his boyfriend as he slipped into the pants. He couldn’t be sure if it had been Remy or Aramis or television, but either way he considered it.
Athos knew full well what D’Artagnan was like which was why a lot of the sugary goodies were hidden away. He didn’t mind D’Artagnan having them of course but he’d prefer not to induce diabetes this early on in his boyfriends life.
His eyebrows rose as D’Artagnan spoke and having stripped to his boxers he moved over to him and wrapped his arms around D’Artagnan. “Only if I’m the one taking the photos” he said, voice low before he kissed him somewhat possessively, “They’d be for my eyes only” he whispered against his lips before moving back towards his own clothing, an interesting red colored suit.
There were times D’Artagnan was entirely turned on by Athos’s possessive attitude, and now was that time. He returned that kiss, and gave him a sexy little grin. “Not the way it works love, but of course I’d only take them for you.” He teased as Athos pulled away and nearly gave him an annoyed expression that the kiss hadn’t evolved into other things, though he knew he needed to get ready.
He’d need a photographer if he ever did this. Otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he got to see the photos before they were done. He finished putting the suit on, but fussed with the tie at the neck. He had no actual idea how to make one of those neckties cooperate.
Athos wanted to take things further but they had clothes to try on and a stylist in the living room waiting for them. “It could work that way” he said with a wink, he wouldn’t be pleased if somebody else was taking photos of his boyfriend nude but he would appreciate the pictures. It would be an interesting event if or when it happened.
Finished dressing himself Athos came to give D’Artagnan a hand, “I’m not great at this” he said as he fiddled with the tie, “But I’m sure Portia can re-do it if she needs to” he said nodding as he finished. Dropping a kiss onto his lips he added, “Come on, let’s go get the verdict. I personally think you look incredible”
Portia had just finished a biscuit when they emerged and she smiled brightly at them, “Wonderful” she said, “Does it feel okay? Measurements are good?” she checked as she stood with the camera.
He laughed at that. He wasn't sure that would be the best gift for Athos considering his jealousy. D’Artagnan couldn't blame him either, he could be just as jealous if not more so. His jealousy was just displayed differently. Not quite so subtle and would very likely end with the person making him jealous meeting his fist. "It's supposed to be somewhat of a surprise line. " He laughed again at the idea that Athos would see everything before they were even given over.
D’Artagnan frowned at the tie. "I think it's good neither of us are into suits. I feel like a monkey. " He admitted awkwardly and he watched Athos fuss with the tie too. "I'm sure it's fine." He smiled warmly at him at the compliment and returned the kiss with an amused gaze. "Flatterer. But...I think I'll have more fun taking these off later than anything else. " He gave a playful wink.
D’Artagnan then slipped out of the bedroom and rejoined Portia. "They feel fine. I'm just not very used to this sort of fancy thing. " He admitted sheepishly.
They would definitely have fun removing the clothes later on, in a way Athos hoped Portia would be done really quickly so they could get onto that part. But they could have a little fun first, he was looking forward to seeing D’Artagnan in the other outfits now too.
“Sorry, I promise you can change as soon as I take some pictures” Portia told him, “But you do look very dapper. And that color really suits you” she added to Athos with a smile. “Shall we start with you D’Artagnan? Maybe over by the window” she suggested.
“Think so?” He was amused as he looked over an arm sleeve. It did fit decently. He just thought maybe he still looked like a kid. It wouldn’t have been the first time, but he was a sucker for a compliment. It seemed to relax him a bit as he got used to the fabric.
D’Artagnan glanced over at Athos and nodded to the direction he was given. He was a little tense, but he didn’t want to mess anything up. “Should I do anything specific?” He had no clue how this modeling thing worked, but he sat there with a confused expression for a moment before relaxing some. The window seat was fairly comfortable. “Am I doing this wrong?”
“Incredibly so” Portia nodded looking to Athos who nodded his agreement, backing her up. In fact Athos could hardly take his eyes off D’Artagnan. Portia was just glad to see they were both beginning to relax.
Portia smiled at him, “You can’t do this wrong, trust me. Just get comfortable, talk to Athos if it helps - though he might need to stop drooling for you to do that” she winked at D’Art before trying to look contrite as Athos shot her an annoyed look, which would have worked if it wasn’t for the twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips.
He did notice Athos’s eyes on him and couldn’t help but to blush at the attention. Even more so at the comment about the drooling and caused him to get a bit flustered again. “Um..okay. “ Talk. Normally he’d have a million things to say, but he was feeling incredibly shy at this for some reason. “I guess it really doesn’t make me look like a monkey then?” Normally D’Artagnan wasn’t so tense.
“Anymore cookies left?” Sugar helped, but he was pretty sure he ate them all earlier. Talking seemed to help loosen him up a bit. Though he couldn’t talk about work or anything related to it-Sugar was always a safe discussion. He knew Athos hid the treats sometimes. He just had yet to find his hiding spots, and in the large home he was sure it was going to be even more difficult.
“It definitely doesn’t make you look like a monkey” Portia assured him, “You look great. And I’m impressed you managed to do the tie, I thought for sure you’d need me to do that” she said as she casually took pictures while they spoke.
Athos meanwhile moved to the plate and saw there was one cookie left, picking it up he brought it over to D’Artagnan, “Last one” he said with a smile as he handed it over, “I usually regulate his sugar intake just so he doesn’t bounce around the house all night” he informed Portia.
“Good. I never got the term monkey suit really. It’s just a thing guys say I guess.” D’Artagnan shrugged and then looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Athos did.” He corrected her a bit sheepishly. “I couldn’t figure out how it even went on.” He shrugged as he leaned back into the window seat. This was the part of the house he wanted the most when they were hunting for houses. He remembered why. Looking out over the view was relaxing. And now he had cookies with it too. He wasn’t paying much attention to the camera anymore. The large windows of the house were his favorite part of them, they seemed so inviting and warm it helped any stress he had fade away.
“One of these days I’ll find your hiding spots you know.” He was fairly determined when it came to sugary things. He took the cookie gladly though and Athos’s hand as he finished it, looking up at him warmly. “Could be the easy way, or the hard way love.” He teased him
“I think it’s something to do with the fact that the old organ grinders used to dress up their dancing monkeys in suits” Athos said, easily. Portia smiled and nodded at Athos, “That’s right. Ah it was you that did the tie, I should have known” she said. No doubt he’d worn one in the past, she got the impression he was far wiser than he let on.
She took a few pictures of them together, those would be gifts for them and them alone. They wouldn’t go into the portfolio.
“I’m not sure which would be more fun” Athos replied, kissing his knuckles.
D’Artagnan raised an eyebrow at that. "Then there were actual monkeys in suits..?" Athos knew lots of random things. "How do you know all that? " Athos had been sort of a mystery though they'd been together so long now. The were still things he wanted to know. Maybe it was due to his quieter nature that he seemed it. But D’Artagnan was determined to uncover some of his mystery. Though some of it he may leave alone, it did make him rather attractive after all. That air of calm intrigued him.
He smiled warmly at him as Athos kissed his knuckles and he'd nearly forgotten that they were being photographed at all. Athos quite easily kept his attention. "You look good. More than that. " He gave his hand a squeeze. D’Artagnan was happy with Athos. More than he'd ever been before. Even when Remy had said he'd never have sex with anyone else again, the thought that had scared him more was someone deciding things for him. Not the fact that he wouldn't. He never wanted to have sex with anyone but Athos. Athos was the one he woke up wanting to be with.
Finally D'Artagnan released his hand and got comfortable with the shoot. It took him a while, but he was able to relax enough now to let her take a few pictures.
However it didn't last terribly long as he began to fidget with the shirt collar uncomfortably.
“Yeah, years and years ago. They were kind of like street artists” he said, looking to Portia for confirmation. “Yes, that’s right” she said, “In the early 19th century” she added. She was impressed Athos had known that, not many people would have.
Portia smiled as she watched them together, she hoped she’d find someone who understood her and relaxed her as much as these two seemed to do for each other. They were very sweet without being too over the top, it was a quiet and secure love.
She noticed when D’Artagnan started to become uncomfortable and soon said, “Okay, I think we’re good. You can go change into the next one if you like” she said with a smile before turning to Athos, “Are you okay to stand in front of that wall for me?” she requested.
“Sure” he said with a shrug, moving to stand in place a hand raising to his lapel.
It was scratchy after a while. And he wasn’t used to so many layers of clothing. He was relieved when he could go change, but at the same time he wanted to watch Athos. He stood at the least to try to make the collar bother him less but it was in vain. D’Artagnan liked seeing him all dressed up. Maybe he could get him to do that out somewhere, like Stark’s party. It would probably get Portia some decent publicity too if they wore her things.
“I’ll be okay for a minute.” Truth was he was ready to get out of them, but watching Athos was a nice little distraction. He gave him an innocent little smile and slipped up beside him, kissing his cheek adoringly, interrupting the shot and amused by it. “Have you done this before then?” He asked him as he stood out of the way afterward. Athos didn’t look nervous at all.
Portia smiled knowingly as she took some photographs, Athos seemed a lot more relaxed than D’Artagnan did. But then she got the impression not much phased him at all anyway. She paused as D’Artagnan stepped into the frame but then continued anyway.
“Only with you when we tried it in the dream outfits” Athos replied, “But I’ve seen enough to know roughly what she’s looking for” he said with a nod of acknowledgment to Portia.
He would have suggested they tried those on again, but he was far too antsy to stand in front of the camera much longer. It showed when he nearly instantly backed out of the frame just then. Much like Athos though he’d had a hard time not keeping his eyes on him the entire time. Only until his outfit became too much did he nod to that. “Maybe we can play with those later..” A suggestive tone as he slipped away to change into the second more casual one.
Athos smiled and gave him a wink before he left, after that it didn’t take long for Portia to get what she needed and let Athos rejoin D’Artagnan in the bedroom to change his outfit too.
“You okay love?” he asked as he entered the room then stopped as he took in his boyfriend and whistled, “Now that is hot” he commented before moving swiftly to kiss him deeply. “That we will be playing with later” he whispered.
Athos’s voice interrupted his train of thought, but he was glad for it. It was scattered all around. He really didn’t know what to think of modeling except it took a while, though doing it with Athos was a little fun. He got to see him in some fancy things. He looked comfortable in them. “Hm?” He began to wonder some about Athos’s wife, she must have been fancy too. But then Athos was being ridiculous and caused that thought to derail, and he laughed at that. “It’s more like me isn’t it?” He blushed at that comment, and didn’t fight the kiss at all. He returned it and grinned. “Later seems forever away now..” He tugged at Athos’s collar playfully.
Athos was more comfortable than D’Artagnan in the fancy clothes, he was used to them to a certain extent. He’d tell D’Artagnan anything should he ask, but he wouldn’t volunteer the information. It just wouldn’t occur to him to share without being asked.
“Much more like you” he agreed, “My very sexy boyfriend” he kissed him once more. “Go, get your picture taken. Sooner we do this the sooner I get you all to myself again” he smiled.
And it was an awkward thing to ask your new boyfriend. Well maybe not brand new but new enough to not be sure how to bring up the topic of dead wives. And on top of that he didn't want to make Athos sad. His brain was full of confusing things. He didn't like it. For now he would try to push it to the back of his mind and enjoy the rest of the photo shoot.
He was glad for the distraction of Athos’s touch and returned that kiss with a laugh. "Maybe we should get our own camera for that. " He slipped back out to the main room in the new clothes and seemed already more comfortable than before. "Does this look right to you? "He liked it and was clearly much less fidgety but he wanted to make sure she did.
“We’ll definitely get our own camera for that” Athos called after him with a grin before he began to get changed himself. Moving quickly as he wanted to see D’Artagnan in the outfit for a while longer.
Portia nodded with a smile, “It looks great.” she told him already noticing how much more relaxed he looked, she gestured to where he should pose and began taking shots, “Does it feel okay?” she asked as they worked.
D’Artagnan grinned at that also as he went out for this new outfit. It didn’t feel nearly as stuffy as the last, and he could actually move in it. He took her direction and went to go stand in the place she told him. This time he didn’t get nearly as apprehensive about it since he was in something more comfortable for him. He seemed far more relaxed with it all and actually enjoyed the rest. The same went for the rest of the shoot.
Athos found he rather enjoyed the rest of the shoot too, helped by the fact that D’Artagnan had relaxed as well. They’d had a good laugh and Portia had definitely made a good impression on them. She could take as good as she could give and they were joking with her easily by the end.
After thanking her and making her promise the send the photos over to D’Artagnan she left to check out the shots she’d taken. Leaving Athos and D’Artagnan free to enjoy removing the clothes from each other.