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Title: Jeeves - A Study
Pairing: Bertie/Jeeves
Summary: Bertie watches his man sleep.
Rating: T
Words: 837
Disclaimer: I don't own the lads...But in a perfect world, I would.
I'm in the midst of writing another fic...Which is looking like its never going to be finished...And a neat little idea popped into my head. It's probably been done already, but I liked it. Enjoy. Oh, and all the mistakes are mine, lol. No beta to beat up.
It was an odd event that Bertie would wake before Jeeves, but when the occasion arose, the young master would rise quietly, don his robe and sit in a chair not far from the large bed he shared with his man.
Watching Jeeves sleep was the only time that Bertie could be completely still. For a man with a hummingbird’s disposition (Archilochus colubris, as Jeeves had informed him once), this quiet activity was a great, though pleasurable, task and it captured every ounce of attention he possessed, but he could sit for great stretches of time and watch his man sleep beneath the creased sheets of the large bed that they shared.
Bertie would survey Jeeves until the dark-haired man’s eyes fluttered open, suddenly aware that he was the subject of an intense and careful study. The younger man would take careful note of his valet’s features and memorise the Jeeves map as best he could without laying a hand on the larger man.
Bertie sat and looked over the sleeping Jeeves carefully, noting how the gentle sunlight skimmed over Jeeves’ face and how shadows rested beneath his chin and under his lower lip. How Bertie loved those lips! Jeeves’ mouth was a source of much fun for Bertie, a font of almost never-ending kisses and the place from which the sweetest murmurs and mutterings flowed. Jeeves didn’t smile in the company of Bertie’s friends and relations - it wasn’t valet-like or feudal in the least - but in the privacy of their home and bedchamber, Bertie was treated to the broadest of grins, the softest of smiles and his personal favourite, the deep, rumbling chuckle that Jeeves sometimes released.
Jeeves’ eyes were another source of absolute focus for Bertie, whether his man was awake or asleep. They were blue, like Bertie’s own, but of an entirely different hue - where Bertie’s eyes were crystalline, Jeeves’ were a pure cornflower blue. They were always clear, lively and sparkling with Jeevesian intelligence. Bertie wondered if there was anything that Jeeves did to make them sparkle so, but he could never be sure. He was sure, though, that Jeeves knew how his bedroom eyes gave Bertie the shivers and was sure to give the young master his best look, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire.
Jeeves’ nose was the next port of call and Bertie knew that his man wasn’t quite comfortable with that particular feature of his face. Jeeves’ nose, in Bertie’s opinion, was gorgeously crooked and added a particularly rugged thingummy to Jeeves’ face. Bertie’s heart did a little flippy dance in his chest as he remembered one of their first times in bed together; Jeeves lay beside him in their post-orgasmic glow and pressed his nose to Bertie’s, aligning them almost perfectly before capturing his mouth in a kiss.
Bertie had to stifle a chuckle as his eyes came across Jeeves’ hair. It was always so dark and smooth and shining. Bertie had tried from time to time to find out what it was that Jeeves did to make it so positively reflective, but it appeared to be some type of trade secret. Right now it was so casual and mussed, Bertie’s fault, of course, but it felt so good running through is fingers that he couldn’t help but play with Jeeves’ dark hair whenever he was able.
Of course, after paying quite close attention to the Jeeves map, Bertie couldn’t neglect the Jeeves corpus. It seemed only fair. With his powerful, broad shoulders and his impressively trim waist, Jeeves had the body of a rugby player. The valet had strong arms, one of which was curved over his head, and beautiful hands. Jeeves possessed long fingers that Bertie was sure were magical; they dressed him perfectly and professionally, they soothed him tenderly and made love to him in the wildest ways. It appeared that Jeeves’ fingers were as tricky and talented as the great man himself.
It was at this moment that Bertie’s lover awoke gently. Bertie sucked in a breath as the sheets rustled, stirring him back to life. Bertie’s blue eyes turned to his man’s face and he couldn’t help but smile, “Good morning, old thing,” “Good morning, my love,” Jeeves replied with a small yawn.
Jeeves stretched languorously from his fingertips to his toes and rolled onto his side to face Bertie, his body exposed to the waist. He made a bold attempt at brushing a defiant length of tremendously dark hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back, “Might I help you at all, sir?”
Bertie rose and slipped off his robe and left it on the chair, “Not at all, Jeeves, just taking in the view.” Jeeves chuckled throatily and smiled, “You appear to be enjoying yourself” Bertie crawled beneath the sheets where he wrapped his long arms around Jeeves, “I am, quite.” Jeeves smiled softly and pressed a smattering of kisses to Bertie’s face and neck, “I endeavour to give satisfaction, sir.”