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[jr_ganymede]

In the late afternoon, Jeeves is still out playing chess with Redding. The rooms have of course been cleaned to perfection before the manservant's departure, so the handwritten letter on the silver tray on the end-table is all the more noticeable. It reads, in familiar cursive scrawl:

Bertie

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[bertiewwooster]

I mentioned Jeeves's eyes earlier? Well, I have to add now, I've got the distinct impression that they've got some sort of hypnotising power to them. They were locked on mine in a way that made me think there might well be sparks flying between them, and he was leaning forward ever so slightly. Something in the back of the old onion was leaping about in mad circles and whooping at the top of its voice, and I trembled even more than I had been doing before because, unless I was very much mistaken, this was the point where the two heroes of the story kiss

[jr_ganymede]

The kiss is passionate, if it must be summed up in a word. Jeeves's mouth is startlingly warm, pliant at first, then more firm as some patience is lost. The hand at Bertram's elbow slides to the curve of his waist, gently for a brief moment before holding him firmly, capably. All the better for Jeeves to press in and connect their bodies completely. It's appropriate that for all Bertram's height, Jeeves is taller still - the way Jeeves moves, tilts Bertram's chin back just so slightly to obtain a better angle... he's clearly a top.

[bertiewwooster]

I gasped into the chap's mouth as the kiss rapidly bridged the gap between 'chaste' and 'utterly bally breathtaking and involving things I hadn't before known you could even do with your tongue.'

It was... dash it, I can't even describe it. Suffice it say it sent thrills all the way down to my toes and then back up again to do gymnastics in the general area of my torso. It seemed that beneath the generally calm and implacable surface Jeeves presented to all and sundry lurked a positively tiger-like ferocity. I more than approved. It didn't take long for me to get into the spirit of the thing, and I brought the hands up to clutch at Jeeves's back and bring him even closer, if that was possible.

After several very long, breathless moments, I broke away with a cheeky sort of nibble on Jeeves's lower lip.

'I say, Jeeves, that was- well, dash it! You've been hiding your light under the bushel most unfairly, old thing.'

[jr_ganymede]

"I quite enjoyed that as well, sir." Jeeves allows a brief, we're-sharing-a-secret sort of smile that is warm as anything. "...and confess to having other ideas as well." The hand at Bertram's hip slides, almost casually, to his lower back, then just a touch further. Gaging Bertram's reaction, here, very much interested but also intent on not scaring him off.

[bertiewwooster]

I have to say, as top hole as all this nonsense was, just seeing Jeeves smile at me was enough to send a glow to the heartstrings and a beaming smile to the lips. I imagined if I could have nothing but that marvellous smile for the rest of my days, I would still be quite content

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves quirks one eyebrow the merest fraction of an inch, and his intent is suddenly very clear indeed.

"In that case," the man says primly, inclining his head in an acknowledging and dutiful manner. He then proceeds to slide said hand down his young master's backside, past it, curling his hand around the back of Bertram's thigh and swiftly hauling him up and onto the counter in a veritable flash.

Just as quickly, Jeeves's hand shifts again, spreading Bertram's knees apart and taking residence in the space between them. The merest intimations of pressure there, while in contrast the rest of him is quite forceful indeed - another insistent kiss, fingers tangling themselves almost-gently in fine golden strands.

[bertiewwooster]

Any exclamation I might have given voice to upon being hoisted up onto the counter as if I were some sort of working girl was swallowed by Jeeves's kiss and the sudden pressure of an impressively-muscled thigh in between my legs. It was at that point that I decided being lifted and flung about perhaps wasn't as bad as all that. There was in fact something decidedly thrilling about it; Jeeves solid and tall and strong, able to do with me what he would.

I gave a little moan of appreciation and allowed myself to be pushed backwards by Jeeves's insistence, eagerly opening to him. I clung to his solid figure, and one hand insinuated itself amid sleek black hair, slippery with pomade. It suddenly occurred to me that I wanted very much to see that perfectly combed hair mussed and ruffled, and I ran my fingers through it, making it as messy as I could whilst still concentrating on the bally wonderful kiss the man was giving me.

[jr_ganymede]

And it is certainly wonderful, and longer than the last ones - when Jeeves withdraws, he actually looks a bit flushed. He deviates a moment, placing a few well-placed kisses along Bertram's jawline, and ends up at a very tempting earlobe. Slowly, he begins to favour it with gentle flicks of his tongue, finally sucking it in earnest and letting his teeth sink in, with care to be just gentle enough.

"Sir," he breathes.

[bertiewwooster]

It doesn't make much sense to me that a chap's ears should really have that much effect on him, but let me tell you, when Jeeves did this little tongue-flickering thing against my earlobe, I fairly melted. The groan I let out when he actually bit down fairly rattled the pots and pans from their hooks, and all the fizzing energy that had erupted under my skin rapidly migrated southwards.

'God, Jeeves,' I muttered breathlessly. 'Shouldn't be allowed to feel that corking, you know.'

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves doesn't answer so much as rumble. He presses in closer, thigh becoming a little more insistent in its pressure, as his mouth travels downwards. His lips are barely brushing against the skin of Bertram's neck until they reach the pulsepoint - a soft kiss is placed there before before Jeeves attends to properly, nipping and then drawing his tongue along the patch of flesh. Corking,, he seems to say pressing harder, isn't the half of it.

[bertiewwooster]

I seemed to have lost all control over my mouth at this point, for as Jeeves lavished his attentions upon my neck, I found myself babbling nonsensically

[jr_ganymede]

"An excellent idea, sir." Just an octave lower than usual, as Jeeves stands up straight and releases his hold on Bertram's neck. He gives the other man the desired space, allowing his hands to roam up and down Bertram's thighs instead. His eyes flick roam up and down - the unbuttoning hands, the kiss-bruised lips, the marvelous blue eyes, just a little glazed over with pleasure... Jeeves's hands squeeze gently.

[bertiewwooster]

My fingers, already clumsy enough, slipped away entirely when Jeeves's hands upon my thighs tightened, and I gave the man a halfhearted sort of glare. The potency of the expression may have been belied somewhat by the gasp that preceded it, but I was in extenuating circs; I could hardly be blamed.

'How do you expect a fellow to get on undoing his waistcoat, Jeeves, when he criminally attractive valet insists on going about squeezing his thighs in such an utterly distracting manner?'

[jr_ganymede]

"My apologies, sir." Jeeves, straightfaced, removes his hands entirely and clasps them together behind his back. Ever obedient.

[bertiewwooster]

'Jeeves!'

I'm afraid the voice contained something of a whine there as I said the chap's name. The bally nerve, honestly, teasing me like that now we'd got past the awkward section of this whole affair. I gave him a bit of a pout as I removed the waistcoat I wore above the half-buttoned shirt, and then- just to sort of fling the thing back at him- dropped it to the floor in a heap. I smoothed the blow with one of the little gay ones, though; wouldn't do to traumatise Jeeves too much, after all.

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves does look a touch wounded, but firmly overcomes the urge to bend down and retrieve the garment - he has a strong feeling that this would upset Bertram further. Still... wrinkles.

"Would you like some assistance, then, sir?" He leans in with steady hands, carefully unbuttoning the shirt.