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[bertiewwooster]

'Dash it, Jeeves, it's too bally early!'  He grumbles, still half asleep.  'If you're going to wake a chap up at an indecent hour like this you could at least bring him a cup of tea, what?'

But Jeeves doesn't answer.  There is no serene voice next to the bed saying 'My apologies, sir, but you had requested to be woken at this hour,' no cup of tea

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[captjacksparrow]

Jack swallows and looks over Bertie's shoulder, out the window to the overbright, grey sky. At least he assumes it's grey. Rarely is it anything else in London, it seems

[bertiewwooster]

The touch of Jack's hand on his face as fingers slip 'round in a brief caress is strangely delicate, and Bertie leans into the touch, before leaning forward once again to nuzzle against the front of Jack's trousers. He mouthes at the fabric, pressing his tongue out against it. He ignores the dry taste of the cloth, focussing on the straining heat underneath, inhaling deeply the scent of Jack's arousal. He swallows hard at that, and reaches up to undo the tie of the loose trousers, letting them fall easily around Jack's ankles

[captjacksparrow]

When Bertie's mouth descends, Jack's hips cant forward, his knees growing week, and he finds it very hard to stand straight anymore. He tries, because falling over seems like a poor option right now, though why that is escapes Jack when all the blood in his body is rushing downward, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy. Both hands land on Bertie's shoulders to help stablise himself, the muscles in his thighs tensing

[bertiewwooster]

'Mmph?'

Bertie makes a muffled little noise of inquiry around Jack's length when he finds a hand pressed against his forehead. He blinks up at Jack, who's flushed and panting and looking absolutely magnificent, confused for a moment as to why on earth he would stop Bertie at this juncture. A groan of frustration builds in the back of his throat, for surely it’s as much a pain to Bertie to stop now as it is to him, but then Jack's stumbling backwards, dragging Bertie with him onto the bed, and suddenly things are looking much better indeed

[captjacksparrow]

Jack tries to match the smile when the kiss ends, but his lips feel too puffy and his breath comes too shallow to do much more than just stare up at Bertie. He looks completely dishevelled, eyes wide and lips red and cheeks tinged pink, and Jack thinks that there are few more gorgeous sites than that. Everyone is born to look that way

[bertiewwooster]

The breath catches in his throat when Jack speaks, and his hardness gives a definite, excited leap against the scratchy bed linens. Bertie swallows hard, the flavour of Jack's skin still lingering in his mouth, and ducks his head a little, embarrassed. He presses another soft kiss to the hollow of Jack's hipbone to cover his inexplicable flush.

That Jack wants Bertie to- well, to bugger him; it's all but unbelievable. It's delicious and incredible and by all means, Bertie supposes he ought to be flipping the other man over right now and just taking him, but he doesn't. He has the distinct feeling he's gone utterly stupid with lust, but he can't help himself muttering against the skin of Jack's hip

[captjacksparrow]

The fiery spring in his belly coils tighter as images invade Jack's mind. Most men he's come across prefer to be the one doing the buggering whenever it's brought up, and Jack likes it that way. Won't complain at all that way, rutting against the bedsheets with a chest pressed against his arching back. But he can do this way too. He has grown used to this way, to curving around a lean body, pressing his cheek between splayed shoulder blades and digging fingers into the valley of hip bones, palm pressed flat against a muscular stomach. Jack remembers that with a thick suffocating weight on his chest and he inhales raggedly

[bertiewwooster]

This time he ceases his attentions to Jack's erection gladly, clumsily sliding up his body into another kiss. He groans into Jack's mouth when the other man lays an oppressive hand on Bertie's hip, preventing the sort of contact he really needs now. The heat of his arousal is thrumming, throbbing through his blood, between his legs, and he has to fight to keep from grinding against Jack for even the slightest bit of friction

[captjacksparrow]

The kiss breaks entirely as Jack groans, eyes slipping shut, chin tucking against his chest at Bertie's words. He rolls off Bertie slightly, keeping their bodies seperate, because even the slightest touch right now and all resolve to continue will disintergrate. His eyes open, casting up to find Bertie's and Jack smiles tentatively before launching once more into a kiss

[bertiewwooster]

Under Jack, Bertie wiggles and squirms to help get himself into a better position, letting out little gasps and murmurs and giggles as Jack trails lips and tongue down his torso. They die off, though, when a pair of spit-slick fingers trail down along one buttock, leaving a rapidly cooling path in the heavy air. He groans, a choked-off, lip-bitten sound, and seemingly of their own volition, his hips lift into the touch. Jack's fingers stay where they are, though, unmoving, and Bertie looks up at Jack with an expression that's half a smile, half a grimace

[captjacksparrow]

It's not exactly the most helpful answer -- or really the answer Jack wanted. He's hard pressed to be inclined to go slow and proper about this, and though Jack's close to not paying much mind to how it goes, only that it does go, he doesn't want to hurt Bertie. Doesn't want to give him any cause to walk out that door once the hour is up bended knees and sore, and no glance back in Jack's direction. Jack has more plans for Bertie rather than letting him go as soon as they leave the pub

[bertiewwooster]

He forces himself to relax around Jack's finger, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Just relax, unclench his muscles, focus how wonderful and final it feels to have someone inside him. It's strange at first, the foreign feeling of it, but he wiggles down onto the finger when Jack presses it deeper inside of him, whimpering in the back of his throat at the hint of pleasure just barely being brushed. A breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding escapes him in a rush when a second finger adds itself, and Bertie clutches at the linens as Jack teases and licks at his stomach, fingers working inside him.

There's a certain pain to it, of course, but it's good. Oh, it's very, very good, and Bertie twists against the touch, a surprisingly high-pitched whine making its way out of him.

When the fingers are suddenly replaced by a tongue, though, he lets out a yelp, bucking into the touch. It's so unexpected that he can't help but lift his head to stare down at Jack, at that dark head ducked between his legs. That was something new. Dash

[captjacksparrow]

A mirrored laugh bubbles out, breathless and unexpected. Jack pauses momentarily in his ministrations. For all he's done, he hasn't heard a man laugh at times like these, not like that at least, and it's sweet as much as it is strange. He can't help but mimic it, pleased and wonton and charged.

He resumes moving his fingers, edging as deep as he can and scissoring to stretch the muscles. Now that he's been given a direct order, Jack hesitates about jumping past the preliminaries. He moves slowly, dragging it out, pretending not to understand Bertie.

'Hm?' It would be easier to sound detached and disinterested if every little word stop coming out like a moan. Jack enhales hard through his nose, clenching his muscles to restrain action. 'What should I go on?'

He flexes his wrist, no longer keeping pace but stroking inside Bertie with the tips of his fingers. He ducks his head to lick around the base of Bertie's length, then kisses the tip gently, almost chastely, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

[bertiewwooster]

He has the distinct impression that he no longer has any control over his vocal cords at all, because the sound that escapes when Jack takes him in his mouth is practically a sob. The exquisite suction in combination with the fingers inside him, stroking just so is almost too much, and he squeezes his eyes shut. At his sides, his fists clench, mangling the bedding in a desperate effort to maintain his control. If Jack continues this way, things will be over before ever they begin.

And that is one thing Bertie most adamantly does not want.

'Stop!' He gasps. 'I- dash it, it's too much. Want you, ah, inside me, please.'

He's already flushed and sweating, but he can feel himself heat, saying those words aloud. Oh, but what a wonderful heat it is, curling into taut, needful coils in his belly and spine, and he looks down at Jack breathlessly, entreating him with his eyes.

[captjacksparrow]

The moan Bertie gives electrocutes Jack's nerve endings, sends little shivers prickling down his back. His hips twitch in response, because Jack can imagine the sensations he's causing. Wishes he felt them himself. Would be bucking and thrasing wildly about if he were. If something touched him just now. That's what he wants, more than anything else at this moment. Can't hardly stand it any longer

[bertiewwooster]

For a few seconds, it hurts like the absolute devil, stretching oh so slowly and Bertie grits his teeth, holding back a gasp. But then Jack's inside him and it's as if any pain, any hurt that he might have felt abruptly ceases to exist altogether. All there is is Jack inside him, the sudden, blissful release of pressure, and Bertie lets out a shaking, shuddering breath, his head tipped back upon the mattress. Nothing- not Jack's mouth on him, not Bertie himself kneeling before Jack, not their hands the night before- nothing compares to this