Jeeves and the Rummy Interruptions Part 2/4
Hallo, hallo, hallo! Here is the second part of my Jooster fic. Hope you all enjoy. Again, not betaed so any mistakes are mine and I apologize.
Title: Jeeves and the Rummy Interruptions Part 2/4
Rating: R for slashy goodness
Summary: Bertie is feeling homesick in New York. He and Jeeves get to talking about England and their childhoods. They also get to drinking...
Part 2
Now, I shall assume that some of my readers are men of the world, rakehells and rascals who have shared a kiss or two, whether with men or women; but I feel I can say without fear of contradiction, that none of those locking of the labial and maxillary muscles could compare with a Jeeves kiss. But I am perhaps a bit biased.
His mouth was soft and warm as it rubbed sensuously against mine and he remained that way for a moment, content with a delicate press of lips, but after a time he disengaged and sighed,
“ Oh, Bertram, I want more. May I taste you sir? I so want to-“
And he ducked down to lick and nip at the corner of my mouth, begging for entrance. It felt so good I fear I let out a not very manly moan of surprise. Jeeves, brilliant man that he is, seized the opportunity and plunged his tongue into my mouth. It snaked in, then darted out just as quickly, beginning an irresistibly erotic advance and retreat that made no little amount of blood rush to a certain part of the Wooster frame, I’m not ashamed to admit. If you were the recipient of any sort of labial attentions from Jeeves I’m sure your blood would rush about a bit too(not that I plan on anybody else ever being a recipient of laid l. a., but I digress). This persisted for some minutes and really I would have been content to let it continue for the rest of the day if possible, when Jeeves lifted his head and looked up at me.
It took me a moment to ascend from the cloud on which I had been floating during the previous oral activities, but when I opened my eyes the old heart plummeted; for as I looked into Jeeves’ face I saw that he was still very much asleep, or if not that, then certainly not fully conscious.
The Code of the Wooster’s seemed to demand some sort of action. My finer sensibilities rebelled don’t you know. I couldn’t let the cove continue on his stated course without making certain he was fully aware of what said s.c. was.
But sleep-muddled Jeeves seemed to have other plans.
He began torturing me by kissing a line along my jaw before making his way to my neck. My skin became instantly sensitized, sending pleasure careening about my body at his slightest touch. So when he reached the crook of said neck and gave a little nibble to the Wooster corpus, I cried out again and bucked pleasingly against him. In the back of my mind I kept reasoning that in a moment I would sound the alarm and alert Jeeves to the fact that he probably wasn’t in his right mind, but dash it all, the sensual bliss that was coursing through my veins would have been enough to make anyone desirous of enjoying the proceedings for as long as possible. When one has some six foot of delicious, dreamy valet pressing up against one and placing temptingly wet kissing on that most sensitive spot behind one’s ear that makes one squirm like a kitten, what can a fellow do? Can anyone blame me?
Soon Jeeves readjusted us, turning so I lay underneath him , never once removing his lips from my flushed skin. He pressed his hips against mine and I gasped as I felt an answering hardness push against my own shaft. I could feel his warmth through the fabric of our trousers and we both groaned. Jeeves paused his movements for a moment and breathed into my ear,
“ Oh sir, you’re just as I’d dreamed--”
I squirmed
“Call me by my name again. Call me Bertie” I begged shyly
I could feel his smile,
“Oh, Bertie, you feel wonderful. Exquisite.” He began moving his hips again, his arousal brushing the throbbing head of my shaft and sparks lit up behind my eyes.
“Jeeves!”
“Call me Reggie.”
I moaned and sighed with pleasure.
“ Reggie, God Reggie, it’s so good!”. It was the first time I’d ever used Jeeves’ first name and I savored it on my lips like sweet melted chocolate, especially since it was the more intimate Reggie, not the stiff Reginald that everyone else saw. The thought of that intimate name made me red hot and needy and I began to thrust against Jeeves as he did against me.
Suddenly, I felt my man’s hands underneath my shirt(the devil knows how it got unbuttoned; Jeeves really is a genius with getting me undressed) and he bent his head to put that marvelous tongue to work, sucking at my tender nipple. I gasped, pleasure rushed southward and I exploded. I saw stars. I swam in the pure ecstasy of it. And as I floated back down to earth, I heard Jeeves give a shivering, leonine groan and one final thrust before he collapsed, reaching his own climax
Well, I mean to say, what! It was all we could we do to lie there . I wrapped my arms delicately and soothingly around Jeeves’ broad back, running my hands over his shoulders, knowing that this might be the only time I got to fulfill my schoolboyish fantasies in such a way. Our breathing slowed, all of the world seemingly frozen in time. All was languid aftermath and satiety…
Until the doorbell rang.
Both Jeeves and I shot up faster than you could say, “Who the deuce is ringing the doorbell?” and looked first in the direction of the door, and then back at each other. It rang again, shrilly. If there had been any doubts as to whether Jeeves had been conscious or not during our amorous activities, he certainly was now. I swayed a little as I sat up, still weak from the brain-meltingly erotic orgasm I’d just experienced in the arms of my valet, and lay limply against his shoulder. Surprisingly, Jeeves clutched at the back of my head as though to hold me there soothingly. He looked once more towards the door calculatingly before saying,
“Quick sir, you must go to your room. Stay there. I will see who is at the door.”
I could only nod. We both got up and I stumbled to my room and threw myself down onto the bed, shaking, not only from fright, but also from the not completely dissipated passion that had been so recently coursing through my veins. My heart still beat in that pleasurable post-coital rhythm, my cheeks were still on fire and my nipples were still hard and aching, begging for more of Jeeves’ loving attention.
The doorbell had certainly woken me up a bit as well and I was now in quite a state of shock. I mean it isn’t every day a fellow’s deepest fantasy comes to life and he gets to be ravished my his hunk of a gentleman’s personal gentleman, what?! I brought a hand slowly up to my kiss swollen lips and touched them, not daring to believe that something so wonderful had happened; and yet I saw the darkening clouds gather overhead as I heard the doorbell ring impatiently once more before the slightly muffled, yet unmistakably dulcet tones of Jeeves floated through the air, the same dulcet tones that had so recently been moaning my name…
I sighed and lay my head back down to stare nervously at the ceiling. I’m not exactly sure you can stare nervously, but if you can’t I gave it a good go. Suddenly, while I was counting the number of smudges on the wallpaper, and trying not to think about the luxurious way Jeeves’ hips had moved against my own, I heard the man himself approaching. The door opened and there he was.
To anyone else he would have looked his normal self, stiff stoic Jeeves, standing very properly and awaiting his orders. But I fancy I’m more observant than the average fellow, especially when it comes to my man. A veritable Sherlock Holmes and all that! And I, with my keen eye, was able to notice the few strands of dark hair that were still slightly mussed, the ones I had so wanted to brush from his face; that and a telltale pinkening of the cheeks upon entering and locking eyes with the young master told me he was not altogether unaffected. My heart speed up a bit in response; at least I was not the only one astonished by what had taken place in the shadow of the early morning on our sitting room couch. I sat up and looked at the man. For a brief moment it seemed that no sort of eloquence was forthcoming on either side; we were both left rather dumbfounded until Jeeves, after a brief optical sweep of the Wooster person said,
“Your shirt is still unbuttoned sir.”
I looked down and saw that the man was right; come to think of it I’m sure I looked quite a sight; a veritable wanton don’t you know?
“ Oh yes.” I said somewhat numbly, trying to get the good old melon functioning again, “I suppose I ought to change…who was at the door?”
“ A Lady Malvern and her son Lord Pershore sir. She says she is a acquaintance of Mrs.Gregson and wishes to speak with you.” There was a pause and I shifted, avoiding Jeeves’ eye,
“ Jeeves’-“ I began, attempting some sort of explanation of the disposish we were currently entangled in; but Jeeves interrupted.
“ We will speak of it later sir. Now is not the time. Lady Malvern is waiting.” A pained expression crossed his face for a moment and a note of pleading came into his voice as he said,
“ I must go sir.”
“ Of course Jeeves.” I said meekly, but the man had already turned tail and shimmered out.
Well, I must say, no matter how miffed I was about the man’s sudden about face out of my room, I must admit I didn’t relish talking about the secretive, passionate thingummy that had taken place downstairs any more than he did. I was in no hurry to put my heart on the bally line and possibly have it danced upon rather vigorously. In that moment I almost wished the thing hadn’t happened because it might end with Jeeves leaving me; I would have rather had Jeeves puttering about as usual, even if the Wooster heart twinged with pain at the very sight of the man, than loose him altogether because of some foolish, though pleasurable, dalliance. The idea of my life without Jeeves…well it would be like the living in a perpetually cloudy, rainy world; life could still continue, but it would be grey, colorless and wet.
I dressed myself rather morosely and prepared to address this Malvern menace. Jeeves, dash the man was right, now was not the time to speak of what had happened. We would talk of it later. I took a deep breath. Later…