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Rules
1. No underage characters
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FILL: Niagara - part 2
Date: 2019-06-30 10:12 pm (UTC)I felt a queer sense of elation as it all poured out of me. The breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding coughed out in an aborted laugh as I allowed myself to revel in the absurdity of it all. Us, stuck in a lift. Jeeves’ hands tantalisingly close to my cock, holding a hat. I was pissing copiously into said hat. I dared to look towards Jeeves to see how he was holding up during this dashed unfortunate sitch, expecting him to be averting his gaze politely towards the wall.
Instead, I saw his eyes looking directly at the main event, as it were. I’m no shrinking violet, but I took umbrage that he was staring so blatantly. He must have felt my eyes on him and looked straight at me, blinking and shaking his head as if he’d been caught daydreaming in class.
“Sir, I...”
“It’s okay, Jeeves.” I said, unable to voice any objections and acknowledging that it must be quite a sight, “Niagara Falls, what?”
That seemed to defuse the tension a bit and he very nearly smiled, in that way that makes me melt, the corner of his mouth turning up up ever so slightly.
“As I said sir, most invigorating.”
I was nearly finished, becoming more river Avon than Niagara Falls. I was wrung out. So utterly relieved but at the same time beginning to notice the sweat cooling on my brow, the residual pain of over-tight muscles that I didn’t notice when I was preoccupied and fidgeting.
“Good lord, Jeeves,” was all I could say.
“Are you finished, sir?”
His composure had returned. I was disappointed for some reason.
“Yes, yes, thank you. I – I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here, old thing.”
He took the hat in both hands and placed it gently on the floor. It took me a few seconds to remember to belatedly put my cock away and right my clothing the best I could. When I looked back up, Jeeves had taken off his jacket and draped it over the hat. He looked flushed and I could see crescents of damp fabric under his arms. I wanted to bury my face in them as I clung to him. It was dashed hot in here, I felt like I was on fire. At least if I burnt to a crisp, Jeeves might haul my ashes.
Jeeves sniffed at the air and spoke. “Sir, if I may suggest a cigarette?”
He was polite enough not to mention the smell but I got the point. “Oh, rather, yes, splendid idea.”
I took one from my case, lit it with an admittedly shaking hand, and then offered one to Jeeves who accepted. The way he inhaled deeply, held it in, and then tilted his head back for a slow exhale reminded me of the kind of smoke one has after sex. Not the kind one has when returning to one’s flat with one’s employer. When our eyes met I realised that this time I was the one caught staring. I couldn’t look away. His eyelids were lower than usual, which gave him a smouldering quality that ignited the post-coital atmosphere. I didn’t know where to look, what to say, or how to arrange my limbs. How in the devil had this happened? Eventually I settled on removing my jacket.
“Dashed hot in here, eh Jeeves?”
“Yes sir.”
I had forgotten about the gasper that I was holding in my right hand and Jeeves looked amused as my jacket caught on my elbows and I flopped around like a fish in an unsuccessful attempt to release my arms without dropping it.
“May I offer you some assistance, sir?”
He stepped forward before I could utter my assent, plucking the cig from my fingers before gently taking me by the arm and turning me so I faced the wall. I was at his mercy. He could have put his other hand between my shoulder blades and pressed me against the wall, rubbed his cock against my arse and-- good heavens, I must be more careful. I couldn’t allow myself to become hard. I could smell Jeeves and feel heat radiating from him but I must not give in to temptation. He extricated my arms one at a time, guiding them through the sleeves – such a simple thing, not usually worthy of mention. So why did it feel like his hands were branding my skin with every touch, even through my shirt?
“Thank you” I said, while pondering how to fill what had become an oppressive silence. I couldn’t allow my mind to wander. I could’ve spent in my trousers with nary a touch if this fantasy reached its conclusion. I’m sure some philosopher jonnie had something or other to say about thoughts begetting themselves, that the very attempt not to think of something brings it forth fully formed into the world. And so it transpired. The image of Jeeves sliding his cock into me against the wall of this lift. One hand on my shoulder, the other gripping my hip, waiting until I beg him to move before fucking me. I was hard, my cockstand stiff and leaking once more from the tip in a crude reflection of my earlier state. All I could do was start babbling as I sank gingerly down to the floor.
“Of course I’ll buy you a new jacket, Jeeves. Honour demands it. Anything you like, old thing, just say the word. Is it just me or is it getting even hotter in here? Sorry, I need to sit down, hope you don’t mind. Feel free to join me if you wish, I wonder how long it will take the engineers to extract us? We’ve been waiting an awfully long time now. I hope nothing else is amiss in the building--”
As I sat I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. A childish pose, but it hid my erection admirably.
“Sir...”
Jeeves seemed to change his mind about speaking and to my shock, joined me sitting on the floor of the lift. I have no idea how he disposed of the cigarettes. He slid back against the wall with his legs straight out in front of him. Long legs, probably strong enough to wrap around my back and-- I don’t know what came over me. The train on my one-track mind was about to derail and my frustration escaped me in a gasping sob.
I didn’t dare look at Jeeves. He would no doubt exude some combination of pity and concern. I wanted and deserved neither.
I felt his hand brush against my face, the thumb swiping at the tears now rolling down my cheek. I was so utterly overcome that for the second time that evening, the floodgates opened.
“Sir, please tell me what is the matter.”
I couldn’t answer or bear to look at him, just attempted to bury my face in my arms as my tears painted my face with indelible shame. His hand returned, stroking my hair. He must have leaned in close, for I could feel his words as well as hear them.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, sir.”
He said it with such authority that I couldn’t help but believe him. He was right about everything else, so why not this? I chastised myself for ever being ashamed. How had a situation that should have become a humorous anecdote, one to regale the drones with to the amusement of all, become so fraught? I thought I must be going mad. A simple gesture on Jeeves's part had become imbued with such depth thanks to my unquiet conscience. I chuckled. It wasn’t often I could be accused of overthinking anything. I wished I could relate this momentous occasion to Jeeves. Instead I just said,
“Thank you, Jeeves. I suppose these things happen to the best of us, what? Besides, the spiffing ribbon should be salvageable even if the beaver skin is not.”
He looked aghast for the first time that night. “I’m sorry to say sir that the possibility is a remote one.”
He didn’t look sorry at all, but I let it slide. How could I not, when I still felt the calming weight of his hand, which had moved from my hair down to my shoulder? Just like that my cockstand went from a flower wilting under the weight of my tears to a stiff stick of dynamite primed to explode. I tried think of something witty to say to divert his attention, but to my horror his gaze was locked on my lap. In the brouhaha I had let my guard down and my knees had slipped apart. He was biting his bottom lip again. Curious. I noticed that his knuckles were white where he gripped his thigh, close to his cock, which was prominent and straining against his trousers.
“Sir--”
His voice startled me. It was like I’d never heard it before, his usual unflappable confidence overtaken by something akin to desperation. I reached out and placed my hand on top of his on his thigh, a gesture that I hoped meant something between there, there and I’m up for it. I have given the signal but it is he who must press the throttle. I’ve always been wary of making the first move on those below me on the social ladder. Not that I consider Jeeves intrinsically below me, it’s just that one doesn’t want to abuse one’s station.
He looked at our entwined hands and smiled, no mistaking it this time. Before I knew it he was tilting his head towards mine, his free hand running a finger around my lips before trailing it down to grab my collar and pull me in for a kiss. That was all it took. I had been given the green light and the starter’s pistol had sounded loud and clear. I pivoted to straddle him, hovering with one knee on either side while trying to keep my mouth locked on his. His tongue demanded entry and I was happy to oblige. He tasted of tobacco and wine. It was all rather frenzied then, tongues and teeth clashing, no little moaning, and the coup de grâce when Jeeves pushed down on my shoulders make me fall into his lap. My cock touched his though too many layers and I started to rub against him wantonly, my hands flying up to his shirt to start on the buttons. I had just lowered my mouth to his neck when he pulled me back by my hair, his hold firm like he was gripping the mane of a horse without a bridle. I wanted him to ride me.
“Sir, please, we mustn’t--”
He kept thrusting up against me as he said it, a pained look in his eyes.
“Jeeves, I thought you wanted to--”
“I want nothing more, sir, but we mustn’t disrobe.”
“Right ho.”
I resumed kissing and rutting against him, at first despondent that I wouldn’t feel his naked skin against mine but then elated because when his hands gripped my buttocks and pressed us even closer together, I was convinced there was no better feeling in the world. I was proven wrong almost immediately when I heard Jeeves attempt to stifle a growl in the crook of my neck and realised that he had come off. That sound, the ensuing dampness, the tousled hair and wild look in his eyes when he lifted his head and beckoned me to finish against him-- I went off like a shot after only a few more thrusts, the ecstasy almost too overwhelming.
“Jeeevs.” I sighed his name against his lips, having turned to jelly and unable to do much else.
“Sir,” he replied.
I pulled back and gave him the sternest glare I could muster.
“Bertie.”
My face was in danger of cracking wide open when I beamed back at him.
A shudder and lurch shook us out of the afterglow. The lift was moving. Jeeves looked at a loss.
I rose to my knees with a start as I felt us descending. Luckily my aversion to appearing in the dock on charges of gross indecency, coupled with my unwillingness to land Jeeves in there with me was a shot in the arm. I leapt up with surprising agility and held my hand for him to take. I took heart in the fact that he looked impressed as I pulled him up. By the time the door chime dinged we were just a gentleman and his manservant who had been waiting patiently to be freed-- I with my jacket draped gracefully over my arm to nonchalantly cover my midsection and Jeeves managing to look as though it was de rigueur to carry an upside down hat with a jacket draped over it.
We swiftly exited the lift while bidding thanks and made for the stairs as the apologies of who I assume were the engineers echoed behind us. During our careful ascent, Jeeves reverted to formality.
“As I was saying sir, Niagara Falls is in many ways ideal place for us to begin our next holiday.”
“Yes, yes, and I suppose you are now going to count these ways?”
“Yes, sir. It is a popular honeymoon destination.”
Re: FILL: Niagara - part 2
Date: 2019-07-01 02:39 am (UTC)All that plus several good chuckles ("I could frig myself for England") and this story is going to be on my mind for quite a while. Thank you once more!
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