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indeedsir_backupTitle: Just Maybe
Author: AppleA
Rating: R
Summary: This is a darker Jeeves seducing Bertie fic. Jeeves is not so much a paragon as a good actor. This has no relation to any of my other fics. It's my first smut fic...ever. Feedback is appreciated and slightly worshiped. n^^n
Disclaimer: Hear that noise? It's P.G. Wodehouse trying to break out of his coffin to come and strangle me.
He was used to seducing employers. Many times, it was the only way to assert any kind of authority over his gentlemen. Quite a few of them were old, quite a few could not be considered beautiful or even remotely good looking, and quite a few of them had no taste in clothes.
That’s why Jeeves left them in the end, usually. Usually the gentlemen he worked for were so used to getting their own way, and had the money to pay for any number of rent-boys, they didn’t feel the need to change their attire for Jeeves in the long run.
He never left an employer however, without showing them he had been dominant.
Any man that gave him his walking papers was sure to include a very good letter of recommendation after Jeeves was through with him. And so he continued to drift from one employer to another, never really satisfied, and always bored or angry. But he was very good at hiding that.
After a most entertaining evening, involving a chair, a curtain, and shoe-polish, he left the service of his latest master and applied back to the Junior Ganymede Club for a new position. Luck would have it that the agency found him a job within two days with a young, rich new employer called “Mr. Wooster”.
He rang the doorbell at the appointed time, and Mr. Wooster answered hung over. Easy.
After a few hours of meeting him, Mr. Wooster already presented Jeeves with a challenge, a challenge which he accepted immediately. He operated a bit in the shadows on this one, as it would be awkward for young Ms. Craye’s father to recognize the servant he’d stolen his virginity from. Feeling highly exuberant at the end of his success, he swirled a bit of wine in a crystal glass in one hand, Machiavelli’s The Prince in another. Really, it had not been hard to see why his former charge Florence had chosen Mr. Wooster- he was a slim, blue eyed young god. With his elegant waist, upturned nose, deliciously pink mouth, and long, supple limbs, he looked to be a son of Zeus fresh off Mount Olympus. He also had the endearing quality of being a completely moldable imbecile. Oh yes, Jeeves would have fun with this one.
He was quite a catch, this Mr. Wooster. Even if he had not resisted Jeeves’ will on the matter of a few atrocious clothes that marred his graceful (looking) body and elegant coloring, Jeeves would have considered seducing him anyway. After all, he was a lovely young man, and would in all probability be a completely submissive lover. And Jeeves demanded that quality in his lovers.
So he set about on his quest to get the delectable and thoroughly endearing Mr. Wooster into his bed. He discovered quite early on that Mr. Wooster had no high opinion of himself, which made him even more desirable. When one lusts after a person that knows they are worthy to be lusted over, they are likely to get demanding and uppity after all. Jeeves was continually provided with a source of entertainment in proving his claim over Mr. Wooster to all those interloping females, and discovered quite a few likely targets among his friends should he ever tire of Mr. Wooster. He noted all of Mr. Wooster’s tendencies, and manipulated them to his advantage. He was quite shocked at himself when he discovered he had become infatuated with those very qualities he toyed with.
But infatuated he was, and soon, after long hours spent watching Mr. Wooster in the bathtub, the steam curling seductively around his naked, gleaming form, with beads of water slowly running down that smooth skin, watching Mr. Wooster get dressed, with each article of clothing fitting just right, flattering his flawless profile, and watching Mr. Wooster’s graceful, uncalloused hands running across the piano as he laughed and talked with his friends, or sat at home, playing for Jeeves, he soon, to his dismay, he found himself obsessed.
He got very territorial over every aspect of his life, he continually asserted his ownership over him, and he lusted after him with every step he took. But for all of this, he still couldn’t get into his bed. He had made enough subtle offers, certainly, but Mr. Wooster never noticed. He just kept looking at Jeeves with those wide, trusting, laughing eyes. Sometimes he caught a glance filled with something that gave him hope, but those moments never lasted long, to be replaced with sudden shyness or cheer.
Then finally, after one day, Jeeves couldn’t stand it anymore. His employer stood, slightly steaming, with a towel around his waist, beaming at Jeeves for something inconsequential Jeeves had just said, and Jeeves could contain himself no longer. If Mr. Wooster refused, he would simply tie him up to the bedpost and have his way with him. He was certainly stronger than him, and felt assured that this burning desire would not wait. But he had no desire to end up in jail. Summoning all of his self-control and acting abilities, he bestowed upon his employer a small fluttering kiss upon those wet pink lips. He pulled away slowly, and nearly startled at the look of surprise and wonder on Bertie’s face.
“You…love me?” Bertie put two fingers to his lips and started tracing them subconsciously, nearly driving Jeeves mad. “But…how can that be? Jeeves…a paragon like you?” He lifted bewildered and hopeful light blue eyes to Jeeves’ dark ones.
Jeeves kissed him again.
Soon Jeeves pinned Bertie to the bed and began to feverishly ravish him, his lips devouring him, biting and suckling on his neck as Bertie writhed and wriggled below him. Ah, sweet submission at last! This willing surrender drove him to nearly maddened heights of passion as Bertie rambled incoherently below him. “Jeeves…loved…you…so long..not worthy! Not worthy! Oh God! Mmmhmmm…more, more, please! Jeeves! So afraid…so afraid to…mmmmmmm…tell you…not worthy…so stupid…oh! Oh! Yasssaaaaarge…Jeeves!”
Jeeves growled against his skin as he blindly reached out for the oil in his trouser pockets, which were hanging from Bertie’s bedpost, with one hand and he crushed his Bertie’s slender torso to his with a powerfully flexing arm. He prepared himself and then opened the feverish Bertie, who cried out and thrashed, unaware of what was happening. He pushed smoothly in one long push of his hips into Bertie, who screamed. He threw his hips into a territorial possessive rite, marking him with every thrust as the confused feverish Bertie thrashed in his completion.
As he continued to thrust, he savored the realization that he was the first to take Bertie, who was now lying limp below him, like this. That knowledge threw him over the edge, and he claimed Bertie as he shuddered and grabbed him closer.
Once they had recovered, he and Mr. Wooster talked. Mr. Wooster had a sleepy smile on his face, remarking that that was “Spiffing Jeeves. Absolutely corking. Words fail, old thing.” as he snuggled closer to Jeeves, who put a possessive arm around him. “Mmm…Jeeves, I feel so safe in your arms…you do know I love you, Jeeves? I just don’t understand how such a paragon as yourself could ever love such a sim…sim…Jeeves, what’s the word?”
“Simpleton, sir?”
“Thank you.” He snuggled closer, perilously close to falling asleep. “I loved you for so long, old thing. I just couldn’t whack up the ginger to tell you. You’re so perfect…I love you Jeeves.” With that last heartfelt murmur, he finally succumbed to sleep.
Jeeves held him closer, closely surveying the sleeping face as his body subconsciously curled toward Jeeves’ own. So he loved him, did he? Jeeves realized he just might return the sentiment.
Author: AppleA
Rating: R
Summary: This is a darker Jeeves seducing Bertie fic. Jeeves is not so much a paragon as a good actor. This has no relation to any of my other fics. It's my first smut fic...ever. Feedback is appreciated and slightly worshiped. n^^n
Disclaimer: Hear that noise? It's P.G. Wodehouse trying to break out of his coffin to come and strangle me.
He was used to seducing employers. Many times, it was the only way to assert any kind of authority over his gentlemen. Quite a few of them were old, quite a few could not be considered beautiful or even remotely good looking, and quite a few of them had no taste in clothes.
That’s why Jeeves left them in the end, usually. Usually the gentlemen he worked for were so used to getting their own way, and had the money to pay for any number of rent-boys, they didn’t feel the need to change their attire for Jeeves in the long run.
He never left an employer however, without showing them he had been dominant.
Any man that gave him his walking papers was sure to include a very good letter of recommendation after Jeeves was through with him. And so he continued to drift from one employer to another, never really satisfied, and always bored or angry. But he was very good at hiding that.
After a most entertaining evening, involving a chair, a curtain, and shoe-polish, he left the service of his latest master and applied back to the Junior Ganymede Club for a new position. Luck would have it that the agency found him a job within two days with a young, rich new employer called “Mr. Wooster”.
He rang the doorbell at the appointed time, and Mr. Wooster answered hung over. Easy.
After a few hours of meeting him, Mr. Wooster already presented Jeeves with a challenge, a challenge which he accepted immediately. He operated a bit in the shadows on this one, as it would be awkward for young Ms. Craye’s father to recognize the servant he’d stolen his virginity from. Feeling highly exuberant at the end of his success, he swirled a bit of wine in a crystal glass in one hand, Machiavelli’s The Prince in another. Really, it had not been hard to see why his former charge Florence had chosen Mr. Wooster- he was a slim, blue eyed young god. With his elegant waist, upturned nose, deliciously pink mouth, and long, supple limbs, he looked to be a son of Zeus fresh off Mount Olympus. He also had the endearing quality of being a completely moldable imbecile. Oh yes, Jeeves would have fun with this one.
He was quite a catch, this Mr. Wooster. Even if he had not resisted Jeeves’ will on the matter of a few atrocious clothes that marred his graceful (looking) body and elegant coloring, Jeeves would have considered seducing him anyway. After all, he was a lovely young man, and would in all probability be a completely submissive lover. And Jeeves demanded that quality in his lovers.
So he set about on his quest to get the delectable and thoroughly endearing Mr. Wooster into his bed. He discovered quite early on that Mr. Wooster had no high opinion of himself, which made him even more desirable. When one lusts after a person that knows they are worthy to be lusted over, they are likely to get demanding and uppity after all. Jeeves was continually provided with a source of entertainment in proving his claim over Mr. Wooster to all those interloping females, and discovered quite a few likely targets among his friends should he ever tire of Mr. Wooster. He noted all of Mr. Wooster’s tendencies, and manipulated them to his advantage. He was quite shocked at himself when he discovered he had become infatuated with those very qualities he toyed with.
But infatuated he was, and soon, after long hours spent watching Mr. Wooster in the bathtub, the steam curling seductively around his naked, gleaming form, with beads of water slowly running down that smooth skin, watching Mr. Wooster get dressed, with each article of clothing fitting just right, flattering his flawless profile, and watching Mr. Wooster’s graceful, uncalloused hands running across the piano as he laughed and talked with his friends, or sat at home, playing for Jeeves, he soon, to his dismay, he found himself obsessed.
He got very territorial over every aspect of his life, he continually asserted his ownership over him, and he lusted after him with every step he took. But for all of this, he still couldn’t get into his bed. He had made enough subtle offers, certainly, but Mr. Wooster never noticed. He just kept looking at Jeeves with those wide, trusting, laughing eyes. Sometimes he caught a glance filled with something that gave him hope, but those moments never lasted long, to be replaced with sudden shyness or cheer.
Then finally, after one day, Jeeves couldn’t stand it anymore. His employer stood, slightly steaming, with a towel around his waist, beaming at Jeeves for something inconsequential Jeeves had just said, and Jeeves could contain himself no longer. If Mr. Wooster refused, he would simply tie him up to the bedpost and have his way with him. He was certainly stronger than him, and felt assured that this burning desire would not wait. But he had no desire to end up in jail. Summoning all of his self-control and acting abilities, he bestowed upon his employer a small fluttering kiss upon those wet pink lips. He pulled away slowly, and nearly startled at the look of surprise and wonder on Bertie’s face.
“You…love me?” Bertie put two fingers to his lips and started tracing them subconsciously, nearly driving Jeeves mad. “But…how can that be? Jeeves…a paragon like you?” He lifted bewildered and hopeful light blue eyes to Jeeves’ dark ones.
Jeeves kissed him again.
Soon Jeeves pinned Bertie to the bed and began to feverishly ravish him, his lips devouring him, biting and suckling on his neck as Bertie writhed and wriggled below him. Ah, sweet submission at last! This willing surrender drove him to nearly maddened heights of passion as Bertie rambled incoherently below him. “Jeeves…loved…you…so long..not worthy! Not worthy! Oh God! Mmmhmmm…more, more, please! Jeeves! So afraid…so afraid to…mmmmmmm…tell you…not worthy…so stupid…oh! Oh! Yasssaaaaarge…Jeeves!”
Jeeves growled against his skin as he blindly reached out for the oil in his trouser pockets, which were hanging from Bertie’s bedpost, with one hand and he crushed his Bertie’s slender torso to his with a powerfully flexing arm. He prepared himself and then opened the feverish Bertie, who cried out and thrashed, unaware of what was happening. He pushed smoothly in one long push of his hips into Bertie, who screamed. He threw his hips into a territorial possessive rite, marking him with every thrust as the confused feverish Bertie thrashed in his completion.
As he continued to thrust, he savored the realization that he was the first to take Bertie, who was now lying limp below him, like this. That knowledge threw him over the edge, and he claimed Bertie as he shuddered and grabbed him closer.
Once they had recovered, he and Mr. Wooster talked. Mr. Wooster had a sleepy smile on his face, remarking that that was “Spiffing Jeeves. Absolutely corking. Words fail, old thing.” as he snuggled closer to Jeeves, who put a possessive arm around him. “Mmm…Jeeves, I feel so safe in your arms…you do know I love you, Jeeves? I just don’t understand how such a paragon as yourself could ever love such a sim…sim…Jeeves, what’s the word?”
“Simpleton, sir?”
“Thank you.” He snuggled closer, perilously close to falling asleep. “I loved you for so long, old thing. I just couldn’t whack up the ginger to tell you. You’re so perfect…I love you Jeeves.” With that last heartfelt murmur, he finally succumbed to sleep.
Jeeves held him closer, closely surveying the sleeping face as his body subconsciously curled toward Jeeves’ own. So he loved him, did he? Jeeves realized he just might return the sentiment.
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Date: 2008-10-30 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 10:54 pm (UTC)He always did seem to be a bit controlling...
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Date: 2008-10-30 02:45 pm (UTC)w00t! Excellent from the first paragraph and somehow getting even better from there! How do you think them up? And how do you get them to flow so nicely on the page? Whenever I try to write a fic it becomes a winding splat of drivel.
One very ridiculous quibble, though. Is "pants" for "trousers" an Americanism, or am I just weird?
"he blindly reached out for the oil in his pants pockets"
Whenever I read "pants" in Jooster I get a Harry Potter flashback of Hermione exclaiming "Merlin's pants!" and Ron inquiring what "in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y-fronts" she was so excited about. In short, I think of pants as underwear. Of course, there are condom pockets in underwear, so why not lube pockets?
I'll shut up now.
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Date: 2008-10-30 10:44 pm (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:18 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, yes, pants= trousers. I don't think Jeeves wore undies with pockets...but then agan, Bertie's said he's seen more surprising things about Jeeves' person. x3
Shall I change it or keep it to confuse more readers into a humorous misunderstanding? :3
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:43 pm (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:10 am (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:14 am (UTC)I'm not angry or upset, in fact it's rather amusing. xD
If you hadn't said anything, this conversation wouldn't have gotten so far. *giggle*
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:37 am (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:52 pm (UTC)I could imagine, in the J&W TV show universe, when Jeeves and Bertie abandon ship and wash up on some handy island, Jeeves casually producing a waxed garroting wire from some hidden pocket and using it to saw through wood.
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 11:58 pm (UTC)I can see that...and it's a lovely image. Especially for the producers face as he turns purple and yells "Who gave him that?" and the confused attendent wiping up the splattered coffee and repling puzzledly "No one sir." And Bertie looking into the camera smirking because he has the best valet ever.
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:16 am (UTC)"Yes, but would even Seducer!Jeeves hang his underwear on the bedpost?"
He might not even hang his trousers on the bedpost. He would fold all his clothes neatly (the contents clinking ominously), and set them on a chair in the proper order to don them all again in less than 30 seconds.
Or maybe the contents wouldn't clink. The clothes would merely look a bit... heavy.
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 03:59 am (UTC)No, no more from this story...although other stories may feature Seductive!Jeeves, complete with pants with...specific pockets and other clanking clothes. ;3
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Date: 2008-11-06 01:39 am (UTC)But don't ever ask an American for a 'rubber' if you make a mistake writing. It's a condom over here. :)
Ahhhh, I love language.
-A Yank
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Date: 2008-10-30 06:42 pm (UTC)I like the idea even if it is slightly unnerving.
Well done, the fic flows really well and the voice is spot on, elegant but slightly threatening.
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 11:24 pm (UTC)High praise indeed! Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-10-30 10:46 pm (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:26 pm (UTC)Would we still love him?
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:08 am (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:20 am (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/402208.html#cutid1
Not quite my cup of tea, but if we were all the same, life would be dashed boring, what? :D
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:29 am (UTC)He's not so much dark as very explicit...and...focused. I was thinking more of dark, so dark I will steal this man and hold him hostage while making him think he's in control dark. xD
Would you still love him?
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Date: 2008-11-01 03:09 pm (UTC)Secondly, the very thought of Bertie being viewed as "dark" in "Jeeves and the Experimental Explorer" is laughable. If THAT's what one thinks is "dark", I'd have to search the whole of the R-rated and NC-17 rated part of the Jooster fiction fandom, and drop dead before I found a story where Jeeves was NOT "pitch black".
Anyway, good luck. :-D
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Date: 2008-11-01 06:06 pm (UTC)So, I guess I'll just have to write one! :P
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:36 am (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:49 am (UTC)The Lady 529
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 02:22 am (UTC)ANYWAY...Your stories always tickle me and when I saw that you posted another one I actually yelled out..yay! Thank you so very much. Loved the last line...brilliant.
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Date: 2008-10-31 03:57 am (UTC)*continues to 'spoil' as best I can*
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Date: 2009-08-27 05:45 pm (UTC)PurpleFluffyCat x