Fic for my flist: Pillow Talk
Title: Pillow Talk
Rating: R for some subject matter
Pairing: Who else?
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. I promise I'll put them back when I'm done.
A/N: This is another little gift for the people on my flist and for anyone who happens to stop by for a visit.
Bertie lay on top of his lover, basking in contentment. The smell of Jeeves’s warm, damp skin, the heaviness of his own body and the tenderness he felt for his man always combined to gift him with a sense of peace and happiness, even after all this time. He never wanted it to change, this feeling. He loved his life as it was and didn’t like to think of it being any different. He hoped Jeeves felt the same way.
But perhaps he didn’t, Bertie thought. Perhaps Jeeves wanted something different. Not someone, but something. There was only one thing to do - ask.
“I say, Jeeves,” he said, raising himself up on his elbows.
“Sir?”
Jeeves had his eyes closed, clearly exhausted from their lovemaking. His hand automatically lifted to Bertie’s unruly hair, and Bertie sighed as those long fingers threaded through his wavy curls.
“Jeeves? Wake up, my dear.”
“I am awake, sir.”
“Then why aren’t your eyes open?”
Jeeves opened one blue eye and peered at Bertie. “What is it, sir?”
“Open the other one.”
Jeeves sighed deeply and opened the other eye.
“That’s better,” Bertie said. “Jeeves, are you satisfied? I don’t mean happy, I mean satisfied. You know I don’t like things to change, but maybe you don’t feel the same.”
Jeeves raised one eyebrow an eighth of an inch. “What has brought such a thought to the forefront of your mind, sir? I don’t recall complaining.” He slid his large, warm hands down Bertie’s back and rested them on his employer’s slim hips.
“Just one of those thoughts, Jeeves. I thought perhaps, after all this time, that we might be just doing the same old thing over and over.”
Jeeves chuckled at that. “If what just occurred between us is, as you say, ‘the same old thing over and over,’ then I will certainly take all that I can get.”
Bertie pursed his lips. “So you don’t mind. I mean to say, you don’t mind the way we do things.”
“Sir,” Jeeves said. “I’m not certain where this conversation is going, but let me assure you that your skill and inventiveness as a lover are as welcome to me today as they were twenty years ago. In that way, no, I do not want anything to change. Unless, of course, you have something new you wish to try.”
“Then you’d be all for it, right? You’d like a change if we thought up one.”
“Correct, sir.”
Bertie rested his head on Jeeves’s chest once more and found himself relaxing to the strong beat of his lover’s heart. Bertie had almost drifted off to sleep when Jeeves’s voice brought him back to full awareness.
“There is one thing, sir, that I never wish to change.”
Bertie looked at him, curious now. “What’s that?”
Jeeves smiled gently. “The way you kiss me.”
“The way I kiss you?”
Jeeves nodded. “You always begin the same way.”
“Sounds dull.”
“Not at all. Shall I describe it to you?”
“A bedtime story, what?”
“In a way,” Jeeves said. He pressed Bertie’s head against his chest once more. “You begin the same way, as I said.”
“Sounds dull, as I said.”
“You’re interrupting the story, sir,” Jeeves said with mock sternness. “May I continue?”
“You have the floor - or should I say the bed.”
Bertie could feel Jeeves take a deep breath, the way his man always did when he was trying to marshall his thoughts.
“A kiss from you, sir, is best received while sitting down, or, better yet, reclining.”
“Why is that, old thing?”
“When you kiss me while I am still standing, I fear for your safety.”
Bertie grinned against Jeeves’s chest. “Make you a bit weak in the knees, do I?’
“More than a bit, sir. You make my senses swim.”
“Well, that’s the intention.”
Jeeves continued, one hand back in Bertie’s hair. “I am a patient man, sir, and you have always understand that about me. Anticipation is almost as wonderful as the actual kiss.”
Bertie looked back up at Jeeves. “Not in my book, it’s not. I like to get right to it.”
Jeeves smiled, closed his eyes and went on, “you place your hands on either side of my neck and then you gaze into my eyes. Your eyes are so clear and blue, like a summer sky. They captivate me, sir. They have from the first time we met.”
Bertie kissed Jeeves’s chest. “You’re embarrassing me, Jeeves.”
Jeeves continued as if Bertie hadn’t interrupted him. “You look at my face, from my forehead to my chin and that look, just that look steals my breath away. I find it difficult to think when you gaze at me like that, sir. All I can do is stare at your mouth and wait for the moment when your lips touch mine.”
“And what happens when that happens?” Bertie asked, his voice softer now.
Jeeves opened his eyes and Bertie caught his breath at the look his lover gave him. “I feel as if I am in shock, sir. As if electricity is flowing between us. Then you press your mouth firmly against mine and run your fingers through my hair.”
“I love doing that, mussing you up, I mean to say.”
Jeeves placed his warm palm on Bertie’s cheek. “Then I wait for your tongue to touch my lips, as if you’re seeking entrance into my mouth, asking my permission.”
“I always get it, don’t it?”
Jeeves nodded. “Of course, sir. I would never deny you. Never.”
They were quiet for a moment, simply gazing at one another, understanding each other. Bertie smiled again. “Then what?”
Jeeves’s thumb caressed Bertie’s lower lip. “I open my mouth and then try very hard not to faint with the pleasure of feeling your tongue against mine, exploring, seeking a union of sorts. I can taste desire in your kisses, your need of me. And all I can think about is how much I wish to give myself to you.”
“Jeeves,” Bertie whispered. “All that? You feel all that? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Jeeves traced his forefinger across Bertie’s cheek. “Can you not feel it in my response to you, sir?”
Bertie nodded. “Of course I can, Jeeves. But to hear it in words, well, it takes my breath away.”
“Then we are both happy, sir.”
“More than happy, Jeeves. Euphoric, if that’s the word I want. Delirious, too.”
Bertie pulled himself to his knees, straddling Jeeves. “Let me kiss you now, Jeeves. I want to think about what you said while I do it.” He placed his hands on either side of his lover’s neck and gazed deep into his eyes. “Right now.”
Jeeves smiled again, his eyes bright with joy. “Very good, sir.”
Rating: R for some subject matter
Pairing: Who else?
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. I promise I'll put them back when I'm done.
A/N: This is another little gift for the people on my flist and for anyone who happens to stop by for a visit.
Bertie lay on top of his lover, basking in contentment. The smell of Jeeves’s warm, damp skin, the heaviness of his own body and the tenderness he felt for his man always combined to gift him with a sense of peace and happiness, even after all this time. He never wanted it to change, this feeling. He loved his life as it was and didn’t like to think of it being any different. He hoped Jeeves felt the same way.
But perhaps he didn’t, Bertie thought. Perhaps Jeeves wanted something different. Not someone, but something. There was only one thing to do - ask.
“I say, Jeeves,” he said, raising himself up on his elbows.
“Sir?”
Jeeves had his eyes closed, clearly exhausted from their lovemaking. His hand automatically lifted to Bertie’s unruly hair, and Bertie sighed as those long fingers threaded through his wavy curls.
“Jeeves? Wake up, my dear.”
“I am awake, sir.”
“Then why aren’t your eyes open?”
Jeeves opened one blue eye and peered at Bertie. “What is it, sir?”
“Open the other one.”
Jeeves sighed deeply and opened the other eye.
“That’s better,” Bertie said. “Jeeves, are you satisfied? I don’t mean happy, I mean satisfied. You know I don’t like things to change, but maybe you don’t feel the same.”
Jeeves raised one eyebrow an eighth of an inch. “What has brought such a thought to the forefront of your mind, sir? I don’t recall complaining.” He slid his large, warm hands down Bertie’s back and rested them on his employer’s slim hips.
“Just one of those thoughts, Jeeves. I thought perhaps, after all this time, that we might be just doing the same old thing over and over.”
Jeeves chuckled at that. “If what just occurred between us is, as you say, ‘the same old thing over and over,’ then I will certainly take all that I can get.”
Bertie pursed his lips. “So you don’t mind. I mean to say, you don’t mind the way we do things.”
“Sir,” Jeeves said. “I’m not certain where this conversation is going, but let me assure you that your skill and inventiveness as a lover are as welcome to me today as they were twenty years ago. In that way, no, I do not want anything to change. Unless, of course, you have something new you wish to try.”
“Then you’d be all for it, right? You’d like a change if we thought up one.”
“Correct, sir.”
Bertie rested his head on Jeeves’s chest once more and found himself relaxing to the strong beat of his lover’s heart. Bertie had almost drifted off to sleep when Jeeves’s voice brought him back to full awareness.
“There is one thing, sir, that I never wish to change.”
Bertie looked at him, curious now. “What’s that?”
Jeeves smiled gently. “The way you kiss me.”
“The way I kiss you?”
Jeeves nodded. “You always begin the same way.”
“Sounds dull.”
“Not at all. Shall I describe it to you?”
“A bedtime story, what?”
“In a way,” Jeeves said. He pressed Bertie’s head against his chest once more. “You begin the same way, as I said.”
“Sounds dull, as I said.”
“You’re interrupting the story, sir,” Jeeves said with mock sternness. “May I continue?”
“You have the floor - or should I say the bed.”
Bertie could feel Jeeves take a deep breath, the way his man always did when he was trying to marshall his thoughts.
“A kiss from you, sir, is best received while sitting down, or, better yet, reclining.”
“Why is that, old thing?”
“When you kiss me while I am still standing, I fear for your safety.”
Bertie grinned against Jeeves’s chest. “Make you a bit weak in the knees, do I?’
“More than a bit, sir. You make my senses swim.”
“Well, that’s the intention.”
Jeeves continued, one hand back in Bertie’s hair. “I am a patient man, sir, and you have always understand that about me. Anticipation is almost as wonderful as the actual kiss.”
Bertie looked back up at Jeeves. “Not in my book, it’s not. I like to get right to it.”
Jeeves smiled, closed his eyes and went on, “you place your hands on either side of my neck and then you gaze into my eyes. Your eyes are so clear and blue, like a summer sky. They captivate me, sir. They have from the first time we met.”
Bertie kissed Jeeves’s chest. “You’re embarrassing me, Jeeves.”
Jeeves continued as if Bertie hadn’t interrupted him. “You look at my face, from my forehead to my chin and that look, just that look steals my breath away. I find it difficult to think when you gaze at me like that, sir. All I can do is stare at your mouth and wait for the moment when your lips touch mine.”
“And what happens when that happens?” Bertie asked, his voice softer now.
Jeeves opened his eyes and Bertie caught his breath at the look his lover gave him. “I feel as if I am in shock, sir. As if electricity is flowing between us. Then you press your mouth firmly against mine and run your fingers through my hair.”
“I love doing that, mussing you up, I mean to say.”
Jeeves placed his warm palm on Bertie’s cheek. “Then I wait for your tongue to touch my lips, as if you’re seeking entrance into my mouth, asking my permission.”
“I always get it, don’t it?”
Jeeves nodded. “Of course, sir. I would never deny you. Never.”
They were quiet for a moment, simply gazing at one another, understanding each other. Bertie smiled again. “Then what?”
Jeeves’s thumb caressed Bertie’s lower lip. “I open my mouth and then try very hard not to faint with the pleasure of feeling your tongue against mine, exploring, seeking a union of sorts. I can taste desire in your kisses, your need of me. And all I can think about is how much I wish to give myself to you.”
“Jeeves,” Bertie whispered. “All that? You feel all that? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Jeeves traced his forefinger across Bertie’s cheek. “Can you not feel it in my response to you, sir?”
Bertie nodded. “Of course I can, Jeeves. But to hear it in words, well, it takes my breath away.”
“Then we are both happy, sir.”
“More than happy, Jeeves. Euphoric, if that’s the word I want. Delirious, too.”
Bertie pulled himself to his knees, straddling Jeeves. “Let me kiss you now, Jeeves. I want to think about what you said while I do it.” He placed his hands on either side of his lover’s neck and gazed deep into his eyes. “Right now.”
Jeeves smiled again, his eyes bright with joy. “Very good, sir.”