Death of a Bachelor

Never in Jack's life did he think he ever would end up anywhere near the royal palace. England was a country with so many people, those of which pertained so many talents. Jack had very high expectations for himself, never mind you, but never had it crossed his mind that other people of such a high importance would, too. The young man spent the majority of his early teen years learning about fashion, and his later teen years travelling and meeting people. By the age of twenty seven, he had worked himself into such a recognizable position, that it even astonished him. Okay, maybe it helped that his parents were both also pretty recognizable people in the industry, but he had already gone further than they ever had. Jack was sought after for his creative, innovative work in fashion by practically everyone in the world, which, by default, meant his talents would eventually find their purpose in the presence of none other than the English monarchy. Not only was this a huge opportunity for his career, but it held other surprises for other aspects in his life, as well.

On Jack's first day as an intern, he got a tour of the palace from the head of the department. By no means was he anywhere near the top of the chain at this point, it was almost as if he had fell down some sort of hierarchy ladder as soon as he entered the castle. Still, it was honour to be at the bottom, and Jack had not expected any more. For the first several months, all he did was watch. It got tiring sometimes, but he did learn a lot. Eventually, his time came to meet part of the royal family. Jack was told ahead of time, and which gave him a while to be nervous. Later on that week, he learned that he would just be meeting the prince. The third in line to the throne had specifically requested a meeting with him. Oh.

About a week later, Jack found himself getting ready to meet the prince. He had to remind himself several times that this was his job, before finally heading out. The woman who walked him there gave him a huge spiel about how to act and address the prince, but Jack barely listened. He was thinking about other things, and he figured it was not that important. The guy was young, it was not like he would be super entitled and feel offended by everything Jack did- He hoped.

"He's right in through there," the petite woman who had walked Jack to the room smiled, "Go on in."

Jack nodded at her, before pushing in the rather large, decorated doors. He was met with something that resembled conference room, with a large, mahogany table down the centre, and one of the most stunning people Jack had ever seen sitting-

"Shit," he whispered.

"Pardon?" The prince perked up, and Jack was pulled back into reality.

"Oh, um, nothing," Jack smiled nervously, "Hello, Your Royal Highness. It's a pleasure."

"Likewise," the prince said, standing up and coming over to Jack to shake his hand. He was glad he took the lead on that one, because Jack had no idea what to do. Jack took note of how his suit fit him perfectly, and he wondered why he was even needed. "But nevermind that. We'll be working together for a while, I hope, so you can just call me Alexander. Alex, if you prefer."

"Alright," Jack nodded, smiling again. "So what will we be doing today?"

Alex answered his question by leading him back over to the table, where he had several books and random papers sprawled out. "I just need some outfits for some particular events, and I love your work."

"Wow," Jack mumbled, before grinning, "Thank you very much." They sat down together, and Alex showed Jack several pictures and explained to him what he was looking for. Jack continued to give him suggestions in response. They continued to do this for quite some time, until Jack had almost everything he needed. "I'll need your measurements, now."

"Of course," Alex said, standing up and waiting for Jack to get what he needed out of his bag. He noticed how focused Jack was when he worked, and he looked like he was concentrating extremely hard as he held several tapes up to Alex's body. It was because he was. The more up close and personal Jack got with Alex, the more he was intrigued by him. On that day, Jack realized his career was not the thing he wanted most.

Spending the next few weeks with Alex, Jack decided his thoughts were justifiable. Alex was one of the most charming people he had ever met, and he travelled quite often. He knew he should have been keeping their relationship business only, but when Alex suggested going out for lunch and other things of the such, Jack had to say yes. Still, he had no knowledge if Alex had the same intentions as him, or if he was just being nice- That is, until a particular fitting session in the late spring.

"I'm going to need to see how these fit on you," Jack held out an outfit for Alex to take, "And I need to know how easy they are to get on and off, if you want to keep them and not have me fix any rips."

"Sure," Alex nodded, "But the staff are cleaning the nearest bathroom right now, so I'll have to change here, if you don't mind."

Jack nodded, turning around and waiting for Alex to change. When he heard Alex clear his throat, he spun back around again.

"Perfect," Jack said instantly, and Alex laughed lightly. He was blushing, which was odd, because he grew up being quite a point of attention. Somehow, Jack continued to do that to him.

"They are nice," Alex agreed, but Jack shook his head.

"No. You look perfect," he corrected, stepping closer to Alex. Frankly, he had no idea what he was doing, all that he knew was that he was doing what he felt was right.

"Thank you," Alex mumbled, as Jack's hands came up to fix his collar. They brushed past his cheek in the process, and before Alex could register what was going on, Jack was leaning in. He pressed his lips to Alex's lightly, definitely not wanting to overdo it, especially if it turned out that Alex did not want it. That would be ugly.

To Jack's surprise, Alex actually kissed back. It did not last very long, but Jack was definitely satisfied, until he saw Alex's expression. "What's wrong?"

"You can't tell anyone," Alex whispered, "Please." He rested his head on Jack's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Jack breathed in reply, taking his hand by their sides. Alex looked quite vulnerable, which made him sort of sad. He should not have to worry about such a thing. "I won't."

Their relationship continued in secret. They only ever acted intimate when they were amongst themselves, where nobody else could see them. They even reached the point of handjobs in the following months, which made Jack chuckle. Never did he think his job would include having the prince's hand on his dick. Overall, he was okay with Alex wanted to hide their relationship, because he understood the situation. They were both happy with each other, and that was all that mattered. The day would soon come that Prince Alexander would want to let the world know about him and his tailor, Jack, and it would definitely be a milestone, but Jack just wanted Alex to be comfortable whenever he did. On the other hand, it would be a lie to say he was not the least bit excited about the possibility of eventually taking the crown.

Notes

what's up!! i'm sorry it's been so long! hopefully i'll be able to get these moving faster soon :^) let me know what you think of this one!!!

also i'll probably be posting a chapter of Ocean Avenue next week so that's cool

thanks for reading, and thanks to ApathyForSympathy for commenting on the last part. i love y'all