Servant and Master V
Title: Servant and Master ((V)
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: The plot thickens even more than a bit
WARNING: This is not historically accurate vis-à-vis vocab and lots of other details.
A/N: For doylebaby and kittylass who made me the icon.
Never had my lord endured such a long day. His bed was remade while he sat and stared out of the window, trying to imagine what was going to happen later. He didn’t see Orlando for the rest of the morning, nor yet the afternoon, instead he got up and went to his library where he usefully occupied his time sorting through his correspondence.
No one was more surprised than Rothbury, my lord’s agent, who was summoned to the study to explain, if he could, why their sheep had performed so poorly in the spring.
“I was expecting at least twice that many lambs,” my lord gave Rothbury a look that his own father could not have bettered. Picking up the book the beleaguered agent hastily changed the figure.
“Excuse me, Sir, I must have … “ he shuffled awkwardly, not having expected his employer to be quite so eagle eyed.
“Yes I quite understand,” sometimes my lord looked like a veritable hawk, his green eyes could harden like they were now; Rothbury had been labouring under the illusion that Lord Selby was locked away in his bedroom, made ill with the shame of his domestic situation. Not sitting at his desk, alert and looking at the books, a slight quirk of his lips indicating something he was reading was amusing him.
“Now I suggest Rothbury, you go away and revise your report to me. I think, unless I am very much mistaken that you are trying to bamboozle me,” Rothbury opened his mouth as if to speak then thought better of it.
“I will see you … tomorrow Sir?” Rothbury just wanted out of the library. It had been worth a try but he would have to get up earlier in the morning if he wanted to catch my lord out. My lord knew what was o’clock.
~~
Orlando had sat with Mrs Kington carefully writing his instructions out. She had a surprise for him.
“Now you won’t remember but my Lord’s father who was master here when I first started work for the family, when I was your age. Anyway, he had a valet of his own, a man from my lady’s home town, his name was Patrick and he had a wonderful recipe for shining boots. Before he retired, he gave me his notebook to pass on to our Lord Selby’s valet. I think he would have liked you. He always had an eye for a pretty face…” there was a far away look on Mrs Kington’s face. Orlando wished he could ask her to be more specific but he didn’t dare take that liberty. Mrs Kington could turn, one moment she was all charm but she had a very sharp tongue and could repel anyone who overstepped the mark with just a few choice words.
“We need to find you new chambers,” she was still miles away. “You must be nearer my lord in case he needs you. You can have Patrick’s old room, we’ve never let any of my lord’s valets have it before,” Mrs Kington sniffed. “None of them were … suitable,” she said, a touch obscurely.
Orlando knew better than to question her further, instead he took the book and let her show him where to go. The door was hidden behind a tapestry, not more than five steps away from my lord’s room. Not only this but it could be reached via the backstairs but was well away from the other servants. He couldn’t believe his luck.
It took him no time at all to take his few belongings to his new quarters. It was still hours before he had to put my lord to bed so he intended to study the notebook. If he was going to do this job he wanted to do it well, learn how to make my lord’s Hessian boots shine as they were meant to shine.
Smiling to herself, Mrs Kington returned to her quarters. She hoped my lord might be persuaded to eat some dinner but before she could inquire as to what had been ordered she found herself embroiled in an argument between the chef and the head gardener. All thoughts of dinner and her employer flew from her head as she did her best to pour oil on troubled waters.
~~
Finally, finally the day had drawn to a close. Sean was waiting impatiently, he had started off naked but before Orlando could see him, he had put on a clean nightshirt. Then he had sat in the chair by the window, before deciding he wanted to lie down on the bed. Orlando found him pacing up and down, he smiled to himself, it occurred to him that despite my lord’s great rank, men were very much the same when they were stripped.
“Good evening my lord,” Orlando closed the door behind him and turned the key. It was highly unlikely anyone would come looking for him but he was taking no chances. He closed the heavy curtains.
“I was going to help you undress Sir,” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “But you appear to be one step ahead of me.”
“I am a bit nervous,” my lord whispered and perched on the edge of the bed. “I …” he stopped. Orlando crossed over to him, tilted his chin up, looked down into his green eyes then placed a finger on his lips.
“I know you’re nervous, now take your nightshirt off and let me look at you properly, lay back down on the bed, we’ve got all the time in the world, my Lord Marcus John Selby for me to show you what two men can do together…”
My lord’s cock twitched. “Yes…” his voice was husky. “I want you to take me…” he didn’t tell Orlando that he’d never done this before, he was a virgin. He was too shy, too shaken by the way Orlando seemed to be reading his deepest thoughts. Thoughts he had barely admitted even to himself.
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Orlando had stripped. He allowed my lord to look at him, feast his eyes on the long lean limbs, the fine features, dark hair, eyes that a man could drown in.
Swallowing nervously, my lord’s body shivered in anticipation as Orlando approached the bed…
TBC
Authors: dalehead
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Orlibean
Summary: The plot thickens even more than a bit
WARNING: This is not historically accurate vis-à-vis vocab and lots of other details.
A/N: For doylebaby and kittylass who made me the icon.
Never had my lord endured such a long day. His bed was remade while he sat and stared out of the window, trying to imagine what was going to happen later. He didn’t see Orlando for the rest of the morning, nor yet the afternoon, instead he got up and went to his library where he usefully occupied his time sorting through his correspondence.
No one was more surprised than Rothbury, my lord’s agent, who was summoned to the study to explain, if he could, why their sheep had performed so poorly in the spring.
“I was expecting at least twice that many lambs,” my lord gave Rothbury a look that his own father could not have bettered. Picking up the book the beleaguered agent hastily changed the figure.
“Excuse me, Sir, I must have … “ he shuffled awkwardly, not having expected his employer to be quite so eagle eyed.
“Yes I quite understand,” sometimes my lord looked like a veritable hawk, his green eyes could harden like they were now; Rothbury had been labouring under the illusion that Lord Selby was locked away in his bedroom, made ill with the shame of his domestic situation. Not sitting at his desk, alert and looking at the books, a slight quirk of his lips indicating something he was reading was amusing him.
“Now I suggest Rothbury, you go away and revise your report to me. I think, unless I am very much mistaken that you are trying to bamboozle me,” Rothbury opened his mouth as if to speak then thought better of it.
“I will see you … tomorrow Sir?” Rothbury just wanted out of the library. It had been worth a try but he would have to get up earlier in the morning if he wanted to catch my lord out. My lord knew what was o’clock.
~~
Orlando had sat with Mrs Kington carefully writing his instructions out. She had a surprise for him.
“Now you won’t remember but my Lord’s father who was master here when I first started work for the family, when I was your age. Anyway, he had a valet of his own, a man from my lady’s home town, his name was Patrick and he had a wonderful recipe for shining boots. Before he retired, he gave me his notebook to pass on to our Lord Selby’s valet. I think he would have liked you. He always had an eye for a pretty face…” there was a far away look on Mrs Kington’s face. Orlando wished he could ask her to be more specific but he didn’t dare take that liberty. Mrs Kington could turn, one moment she was all charm but she had a very sharp tongue and could repel anyone who overstepped the mark with just a few choice words.
“We need to find you new chambers,” she was still miles away. “You must be nearer my lord in case he needs you. You can have Patrick’s old room, we’ve never let any of my lord’s valets have it before,” Mrs Kington sniffed. “None of them were … suitable,” she said, a touch obscurely.
Orlando knew better than to question her further, instead he took the book and let her show him where to go. The door was hidden behind a tapestry, not more than five steps away from my lord’s room. Not only this but it could be reached via the backstairs but was well away from the other servants. He couldn’t believe his luck.
It took him no time at all to take his few belongings to his new quarters. It was still hours before he had to put my lord to bed so he intended to study the notebook. If he was going to do this job he wanted to do it well, learn how to make my lord’s Hessian boots shine as they were meant to shine.
Smiling to herself, Mrs Kington returned to her quarters. She hoped my lord might be persuaded to eat some dinner but before she could inquire as to what had been ordered she found herself embroiled in an argument between the chef and the head gardener. All thoughts of dinner and her employer flew from her head as she did her best to pour oil on troubled waters.
~~
Finally, finally the day had drawn to a close. Sean was waiting impatiently, he had started off naked but before Orlando could see him, he had put on a clean nightshirt. Then he had sat in the chair by the window, before deciding he wanted to lie down on the bed. Orlando found him pacing up and down, he smiled to himself, it occurred to him that despite my lord’s great rank, men were very much the same when they were stripped.
“Good evening my lord,” Orlando closed the door behind him and turned the key. It was highly unlikely anyone would come looking for him but he was taking no chances. He closed the heavy curtains.
“I was going to help you undress Sir,” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “But you appear to be one step ahead of me.”
“I am a bit nervous,” my lord whispered and perched on the edge of the bed. “I …” he stopped. Orlando crossed over to him, tilted his chin up, looked down into his green eyes then placed a finger on his lips.
“I know you’re nervous, now take your nightshirt off and let me look at you properly, lay back down on the bed, we’ve got all the time in the world, my Lord Marcus John Selby for me to show you what two men can do together…”
My lord’s cock twitched. “Yes…” his voice was husky. “I want you to take me…” he didn’t tell Orlando that he’d never done this before, he was a virgin. He was too shy, too shaken by the way Orlando seemed to be reading his deepest thoughts. Thoughts he had barely admitted even to himself.
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Orlando had stripped. He allowed my lord to look at him, feast his eyes on the long lean limbs, the fine features, dark hair, eyes that a man could drown in.
Swallowing nervously, my lord’s body shivered in anticipation as Orlando approached the bed…
TBC