How it started.
Title: How it started.
Genre: Smut
Rating: R
Fandom: JS&MN
Pairing: Lascelles/Drawlight
Word count: 364
Summary: This takes place a few years before our story begins in it Lacelles has discovered the 'truth' about Drawlight.
Despair! He'd been found out! Those were the thoughts that Christopher Drawlight had in his head. As Henry Lascelles survyed the pitiful room that Drawlight called home. There was look of obvious disgust on Lacelles' elegant face. Drawlight had come to city and had been posing as gentleman for six months. It had worked so far. No one had cottoned to it, he'd just went to the right parties, talked the right talk and met the right people. No one expect this Lacelles had bothered asking which school he'd been educated at and other impertinent questions.
And now, with panic filling him.
“So, are you planning on telling and ruining me?”
“They’ll find out soon enough. Without me telling them.”
“What do you want, exactly it can’t be money, as you can see I’m as poor as church mouse.” Drawlight said with a nervous laugh.
“No. Something else.” He was walking towards Drawlight backing him into a corner. “It seems to me you are a man of many and diverse secrets if for example could make it so, you are never admitted to anyone in fashionable world’s house again, secrets which could earn you a place dangling on Tyburn’s tree.”
Drawlight’s eyes widened, he paled. “H-how did you find out I had thought that-that….”
“I have my ways,” Lascelles said examining his cuff and brushing off a speck of invisible dirt. “There is one way I will not reveal any of them. Something you must do for me.”
“What do you want?” Drawlight said his mind in a turmoil of confusion.
“Has anyone ever told you what a remarkable handsome man you are, Drawlight?” Lascelles said, running a finger down Drawlight’s cheek.
Someone had in the exact tone and the exact phrase expect it had been ‘boy’ not man. And Drawlight knew something similar was about to take place.
But Drawlight didn’t answer with that. “What exactly do you want?” He tone was calmer and his dark eyes glimmered, he wasn’t sure if this was a going to be a good thing or not, his head was saying no, but other parts lower down were saying yes.
“On your knees,” Lacelles ordered, undoing his breechs.
If anyone wants to write a sequel to this I'll enjoy it. I can't write hardcore stuff.
Genre: Smut
Rating: R
Fandom: JS&MN
Pairing: Lascelles/Drawlight
Word count: 364
Summary: This takes place a few years before our story begins in it Lacelles has discovered the 'truth' about Drawlight.
Despair! He'd been found out! Those were the thoughts that Christopher Drawlight had in his head. As Henry Lascelles survyed the pitiful room that Drawlight called home. There was look of obvious disgust on Lacelles' elegant face. Drawlight had come to city and had been posing as gentleman for six months. It had worked so far. No one had cottoned to it, he'd just went to the right parties, talked the right talk and met the right people. No one expect this Lacelles had bothered asking which school he'd been educated at and other impertinent questions.
And now, with panic filling him.
“So, are you planning on telling and ruining me?”
“They’ll find out soon enough. Without me telling them.”
“What do you want, exactly it can’t be money, as you can see I’m as poor as church mouse.” Drawlight said with a nervous laugh.
“No. Something else.” He was walking towards Drawlight backing him into a corner. “It seems to me you are a man of many and diverse secrets if for example could make it so, you are never admitted to anyone in fashionable world’s house again, secrets which could earn you a place dangling on Tyburn’s tree.”
Drawlight’s eyes widened, he paled. “H-how did you find out I had thought that-that….”
“I have my ways,” Lascelles said examining his cuff and brushing off a speck of invisible dirt. “There is one way I will not reveal any of them. Something you must do for me.”
“What do you want?” Drawlight said his mind in a turmoil of confusion.
“Has anyone ever told you what a remarkable handsome man you are, Drawlight?” Lascelles said, running a finger down Drawlight’s cheek.
Someone had in the exact tone and the exact phrase expect it had been ‘boy’ not man. And Drawlight knew something similar was about to take place.
But Drawlight didn’t answer with that. “What exactly do you want?” He tone was calmer and his dark eyes glimmered, he wasn’t sure if this was a going to be a good thing or not, his head was saying no, but other parts lower down were saying yes.
“On your knees,” Lacelles ordered, undoing his breechs.
If anyone wants to write a sequel to this I'll enjoy it. I can't write hardcore stuff.