Incomplete
By Inviolable.Voice
Rated PG-13, SLASH, Simon/Adam and hint of Simon/Miles, from the book "Vile Bodies" by Evelyn Waugh and the recent film "Bright Young Things". Not mine, making no money from it, don't sue.
Without the house, he is nothing. He dreams of it, after another party, the lights still hot on his skin, the gilts and silks of his costume rucked-up around him with the sheets, hot and rumpled and squalid. Then there is the house and its cool shadowed halls and its white pillars. Then, parties were so different for him, only the white yielding sweetness of rose-petals crumpling under his fingers, when they used to sneak downstairs while the grown-ups dressed, and the swell of the music rising to where his forehead presses to the smooth oak of the banister. And then – the starched rustle, the white petticoats of his nurse, bread and milk with crumbling brown sugar melting, the smooth sheets which smell of lavender.
He is on sufferance, and he knows it. There are noticeable degrees of cordiality in the smiles of each hostess, he shivers, but the cocaine will speed things up. He flings himself at Adam after lunch, and Adam lets Simon kiss him for a bit, but then he goes to meet Nina and Simon goes into a stall in the lavatory, until his eyes stop burning.
All along, they'd been inviting the house, rather than him. He's quite pretty, his face is soft – Miles would probably still be keen, maybe it would help – but he isn't very interesting or very clever, he can't write or talk well. What he would like most would be to go back to the house, and just live there – never having any parties, or going away to stay with other people, or going hunting, which he's always been – shamefully, sickeningly – afraid of. He would go out and walk in the park where the silver birches grow, and in spring – plunge his face into the new violets, and they would calm all sorrow, quench all thirst.