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[jr_ganymede]

In the late afternoon, Jeeves is still out playing chess with Redding. The rooms have of course been cleaned to perfection before the manservant's departure, so the handwritten letter on the silver tray on the end-table is all the more noticeable. It reads, in familiar cursive scrawl:

Bertie

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[bertiewwooster]

I mentioned Jeeves's eyes earlier? Well, I have to add now, I've got the distinct impression that they've got some sort of hypnotising power to them. They were locked on mine in a way that made me think there might well be sparks flying between them, and he was leaning forward ever so slightly. Something in the back of the old onion was leaping about in mad circles and whooping at the top of its voice, and I trembled even more than I had been doing before because, unless I was very much mistaken, this was the point where the two heroes of the story kiss

[bertiewwooster]

When Jeeves took the hint (not that he really needed it; after all, this is Jeeves we're talking about) and laid a hand or two to assisting in the disrobing of the young master, I gave him a dazzling grin.

'Rather!'

At some point during said d.r., the back of one of the Jeevesian knuckles brushed against the skin of my belly, and that little thing sent such a jolt through me that I fairly gasped. A bit rummy, really, but it felt as though he had some sort of electricity stored up in there, simply waiting for the touch to set it off. Speaking of, though, Jeeves was looking decidedly formal stood there in full valeting uniform, and I tugged slightly on one lapel, giving him my best suggestive look.

'You're looking a tad overdressed, Jeeves. Er, shall we retire to a more suitable locale? The kitchen, after all- not built for this sort of thing, what?'

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves quirks a brow, grinning ever so slightly, as his knuckle brushes the spot again, then follows the fine line of hair downwards just a few inches. When he slides the shirt carefully off Bertram's shoulders, folding it promptly.

"We can retire to the bedroom, sir, although I will have to release you again." Just a fair warning. In fact, while we're pulling away, let's pick up that waistcoat and set it with the shirt.

[bertiewwooster]

'But of course, old fruit!'

I couldn't help smiling at the way Jeeves had to pick up my carelessly dropped waistcoat and fold it with the shirt. A valet is a valet is a valet, I suppose, no matter whether he's canoodling with the young master or not. It felt absolutely corking to see the fellow grin at me like that, I must say. I mean- Jeeves! Grinning! The thing positively defied imagining. But there it was, and seized by a sudden thought, I grabbed the fellow's hand as if we were but a pair of lads, and tugged him off to the sleeping quarters of one B. Wooster, where the bed was looking dashed inviting indeed.

'Bedroom, Jeeves.' I murmured, leaning up on my tiptoes to give him another quick kiss. I rather felt that now might be the time to whisper something cheeky and inviting, but I'm not exactly the most experienced of men in this arena, so I rather found myself at a loss.

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves's tongue dips out to taste Bertram's lower lip, but only briefly. They must focus on the task at hand. "Very good, sir." His fingers give a warm squeeze as they move toward the bedroom - the stride is not rushed at all, but there may be some shoulder-brushing going on. Just a bit.

Jeeves holds the door open with his free hand. Ever the gentleman's personal gentleman.

[bertiewwooster]

I tripped into the bedroom with a nervous little smile, tugging Jeeves in behind me. Within the Wooster breast, my heart was beating an admirable tattoo- I could have marched to it had I the desire to do so. It was all anticipation, though, the thought resounding about my grey cells that could finally, finally have Jeeves as I wanted to, could show him the depth of my regard for him. My... love for him.

Still, though, I seemed stuck with nerves that danced about in the corpus, lending a quiver to my limbs and a twitch to my fingers. I turned to Jeeves with a tilt of the bean.

'Well, Jeeves?'

[jr_ganymede]

Somehow, when Bertie wasn't looking, Jeeves stepped out of his shoes and socks and divested himself of his jacket. Truly, the man is a marvel.

"If you would prefer that I take over, sir, that would be most acceptable." Eyes dark and glittering, the man lays his hands on Bertram's hips. Slow circles are rubbed into the muscle there, light and soothing.

[bertiewwooster]

I swallowed as Jeeves's hands appeared at my hips, rubbing and massaging in really the most enticing fashion. The butterflies which had been fluttering about in the general region of my torso turned into something more like aeroplanes, and I licked my suddenly dry lips, caught up in Jeeves's eyes again. They were doing this sort of intense, glittery job and I felt that I should have had a very hard time looking away if I'd tried to do so.

Not that I wanted to, of course. Not at all. If I could have just stood there staring into the marvellous eyes of my valet for the rest of my days, I suppose I would have felt luckier than most men.

I was dashed thankful that he volunteer to take the lead, though, as while I knew precisely where I wanted this whole affair to go, I didn't really know how to go about getting there without making a complete ass of myself.

'You read my mind once again, Jeeves.' Said I. 'I surrender all control to your capable hands.'

[jr_ganymede]

Something about that word choice stirs something in Jeeves.

"If you are very sure you would be comfortable with that, sir..." He doesn't lean in - rather, he slides his hands around to squeeze Bertie's arse, pulling the young master to him. Although a manservant's uniform is hardly cut to display such things, the chest beneath is quite firm indeed. "...I would very much enjoy taking control."

God, that's almost a growl.

[bertiewwooster]

Jeeves's voice, when he speaks, is practically a growl, and at that tone, it seemed as though all the bones in my body had decided to go on a sudden and unexpected holiday. While I'd not precisely intended the words that way when I gave voice to them, well, the burgeoning pressure in my trousers made it very clear indeed that I would not mind surrendering control to Jeeves in any and all aspects of the word. Not with him so unexpectedly firm and solid beneath the old black-and-pinstripes and his voice doing that growling thing, not at bally all.

My mouth felt suspiciously dry, and I had to clear my throat several times before any words could find their way to escaping.

'Control.' I managed, sounding a bit weak and shivery. 'Oh, rather! Comfortable- yes, dash it, I am! Have at the young master, Jeeves, by all means.'

[jr_ganymede]

"Very good, sir." And in a flash, Jeeves is kissing Bertram again, more forcefully than previously by any measure. His hands knead gently as his tongue forces entry, exploring the taste of Bertram's mouth and rocking their hips together in a steady rhythm. Just to set the tone.

[bertiewwooster]

When Jeeves kissed me this time, I had to bring up my hands to cling to the fellow's neck simply to avoid being bowled over by the sheer force of the thing. The amount of passion the man seemed to conceal behind his ordinary, stuffed-frog map was incredible, and I kissed back with as much v, v, and v as I could muster. I couldn't help a little groan into his mouth either when his hips began to rock against mine in the gentlest rhythm. The friction was delicious, make no mistake, but I got the distinct feeling that the bird was holding back for the sole purpose of torturing poor Bertram. But I had handed the proverbial reins to Jeeves, and there they would stay.

[jr_ganymede]

Bertram will not be sorry.

Jeeves breaks away for air, finally, and elicits a hot pant of breath against Bertram's neck before withdrawing a little further. He does continue to support his young master, though, perhaps a little possessively.

"I believe, sir," and now it's not a growl so much as a purr, "that it is time for you to disrobe and lay back on the bed before you run the risk of falling down." Well observed, Jeeves.

[bertiewwooster]

Disrobe and lay down on the bed. What an utterly corking idea. I could feel Jeeves's eyes on me as I stepped away, and a sort of shiver of sweat rippled across my skin. He was going to stand there and watch me, I knew, and I suddenly felt a tad abashed. The Wooster corpus was nice enough, I supposed, but compared to Jeeves's I must say it felt a bit skinny and lanky, don't you know. But Jeeves wanted it, so there we were

[jr_ganymede]

Jeeves doesn't suppress a low chuckle at the bounce, but the humour is soon gone as he takes his time in looking over Bertram's lithe form. Skinny and lanky could describe it, yes, but other adjectives come to Jeeves's mind. Decidedly more complimenting ones, if the quiet cat-that-got-the-cream expression is anything to go by.

"Very good, sir. If you would now recline..." Already, he is moving to the foot of the bed. He has to tilt his head fairly far down to look Bertram in the eye, who is currently level with his stomach. (Nearby areas of interest are also, well, of interest. And interested.)

[bertiewwooster]

The way Jeeves was striding about here giving orders, well- it was a bit rummy, really, how good the chap was at it. Just given that he usually shimmered about taking orders from self and all and sundry, well- but good at it he bally was, and I laid down before him, wiggling a little to get my legs up on the mattress.

It was a touch unnerving, having him just staring at me like that, as if he'd a mind to pounce on me and simply ravish me right then and there, and I had to work one hand into the bedding to keep from slipping it in between my legs. Habit, you know.