Fic: Teeth-brushing

[pipariperho.livejournal.com]

Title: Teeth-brushing
Pairing: Bertie/Jeeves
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Beta:madlovescience
Summary: At bathroom this time. Don’t tease a Wooster...
Disclaimer: Even in HP-world there is no way you can bring dead people back so I’m not Wodehouse.
Warnings: No bathtubs involved, I’m afraid.
A/N: This one was inspired by the one I wrote previously. I hope it is better, at least I think it is. And I am now also done with the sinks. What will be the next piece of furniture I go after, I wonder… Many thanks to the madlovesciencewho polished this piece and let me know some phrases or whatstheword I did not know. All muddy footprints are left by me, I believe.


 

Ever since Jeeves and I stopped dancing around each other the way we had done probably ever since that man stepped into the home and life of one B.W. Wooster and had moved on to performing the horizontal foxtrot in bedroom (and sometimes also in living room, not to mention what we did in the kitchen), things had improved highly under our roof. It was quite pleasant to know that the person sharing the bed and blanket with me was someone who did not want to mould me into Lord Something-or-other Rosie M. Banks' readers were so fond of but loved me as the person I was. 

I’m afraid now that as I have written of this merry state we had I have not mentioned the one thing that kept nagging in my subconsc-somewhere. The thingummy was that in our new relationship it was always Jeeves who did the… you know. Oh dash it, as this piece of my memoirs is something I will probably not publish I can at least say it aloud. Or write it, that’s it. I will. Right. Here we go: what kept bothering me somehow was the fact that it was always Jeeves who did the buggering whenever we did our foxtrot-thing under sheets. There. I said it. Happy now?

I hope you won’t get me wrong, mind you, because I didn’t mind that at all. That Jeeves buggered me, that is. I have no words to describe how it felt, it was like the feeling I have when everything is just perfect, larks and snails at their rightful places and all females far from my person, but a hundred times better. It is something you can understand only if you have felt similarly, and I hope you have felt what I felt with Jeeves with your own specific dream-rabbit. It is a good kind of queer sensation when I feel Jeeves’ fingers in the place that I never realized could be interesting for anyone, before Jeeves proved me once again wrong. I have no objections whatsoever if Jeeves wishes to do it every day, and twice at Sundays, but I hoped I could know what he experiences when we did that sort of business.

 

As this thought had been in my mind for some time, I decided to bring it up and ask Jeeves if he wouldn’t mind a bit of change and let me do something else than what I usually did. To make it perfectly clear, I of course had given him a good time with my tongue previously, so I wasn’t always the one who gets the free ride or what have you. However, I did not know he would be somewhat difficult with me the night that I decided to bite the bullet and go for it. My only excuse I have for doing what I did, which was something very un-gentlemanly, was his slow teasing. I couldn’t stop myself. Instead I didn’t ask would he like it or not, and buggered him right then and there just like that.

That was the overview; yes I believe that is the word I want, of what happened. Now I will write the more detailed version, which will always be something to make me remember that night and I know Jeeves feels the same because we have repeated it few times and it is always quite agreeable on both sides. Still, the first time was the best and I will always remember it fondly.

As I stated some pages ago, things had improved highly after we dropped the employer-employee titles and became what we truly had wanted. The most topping thing was our new nightly routine when we would brush our teeth side by side wearing only our pajama-bottoms. It was some sort of unwritten rule that we would not touch each other at all when in bathroom, which in the end led to some very heated session in bedroom, something we both enjoyed greatly.

However, the night I decided to ask him whether or not he would let me play his part for once, Jeeves continued cleaning his teeth, slowly taking care of each tooth so carefully I almost thought he would like their company in bed over the former young master’s; and the more time he took with each tooth the more impatient I grew.

“I say Jeeves, are you quite finished?” You see, or hopefully you won’t as this close relationship with Jeeves is something which could bung us in Choky, Jeeves in his pajamas is a sight that always makes yours truly crave feeling his body rather close to mine, and this time more so. As like every other night, I was in a hurry because the sooner he would finish the sooner we would get in our bed to do things two chaps did when lights went off and… well, you know what I mean and if you don’t ,then don’t blame me as this is something you should have learnt at boarding school. If you hadn’t, you probably studied at the wrong sort of school. Probably at a school for girls.

“Almost, Bertie”, he said and as he had not already spent enough time with his teeth he put his brush back in his mouth.

“You’re a bit of a tease tonight Jeeves, aren’t you?”

“Indeed, sir?” While his words were nothing out of ordinary the tone in which he said those w. proved me correct, and that was something I could not abide. What bothered me was that he was teasing me, not the fact I was right because I usually seem to be wrong. A least Jeeves always seems to know better than me.

“Yes indeed, Jeeves.”

“Perhaps you should learn to be patient, Bertie.”

“We Woosters are famous for our patience, Jeeves. We have patience of an angel.”

“Saint, sir.”

“Jeeves?”

“Patience of a saint.”

“Never mind about saints right now; Jeeves, you can leave those out of your head. Are you ready?”

“I would have been had you not interrupted me.”, he had the nerve to say, and I had had enough as did the little Wooster. I stepped behind him and pressed my body against his back.

“Jeeves, I have had enough”, I whispered in his ear, in a manner I hoped to be dangerous. He instead had the bally nerve to raise his eyebrow an eight of an inch in a questioning manner before he spit the toothpaste in the sink and took a sip of water like nothing had happened. I put my hands on his hips and let them travel around him.

“Jeeves”, I once again whispered, making him realize that I was nothing more than deadly serious when I opened his pants and nibbled his ear. “I thought I would ask your opinion about this but now I think I won’t bother. Instead I am going to take you right here and now, whether you like it or not.”

When the thought of it finally sunk in his brain I could see that he was visibly…. what’s the word? Well, visibly something as his eyes opened wider and his breathing grew quicker. Through the mirror he looked at me, eyes dark as he opened his mouth and huskily whispered those words I had come to love: “Very good, sir.”

I let his pants drop down and caressed his buttocks a while before I reached for the small bottle of something-or-other Jeeves uses whenever he decides we are in need of it. I pulled the cork. As Jeeves is a rather big fellow I had to raise my hands to see what I was doing when I poured some of the stuff on my fingers, and Jeeves looked at my motions like he was  hypo-whatsit, quite unable to move his gaze. I put the bottle in sink and let my free hand travel up from his stomach to his chest were I met his nipples. The other hand I moved to his backside, and with one finger I teased the sensitive flesh like he had teased me earlier with his words. When my finger first touched him he gasped and arched his back. I let the fingertip in only to draw it out again.

“You seemed to like teasing, but do you like this?” I whispered when I repeated the movement again and again before I finally let my finger slip completely in. Through the mirror his eyes begged me for more, so I started again, but with two fingers this time.

 

“Look in the mirror, Jeeves. What do you see?”

“Well, Bertie… sir!” he gasped, as I had reached the sensitive spot in him, the one which always makes me see fireworks and whatnot. I withdraw my fingers.

“Do you wish to hear what I see?” I asked, and started whispering in his ear while three of my fingers played, and he continued his moaning business. “I see a dashed marvelous man, who is capable to do anything he ever could think of and yet he had not left my side. I love him for that. I love him because of his dashing good looks, too. Have you any idea how hard it is during the day not to be able to touch you the way I want to? Not to begin to mention how good you look now when you stand next to me sans your usual black suit. You look so ravishing I want you now”

“Sir… Bertie, please”, he moaned, and if I had had control over the sit. now I lost it all when I heard him begging me for more. I reached to take off my pants, which was a tad difficult in the state I was at the moment, and put some of the stuff over my person before I moved nearer, placing only the tip of myself at his opening.

“Please, sir”, he moaned again, and with that I made my way in.

I had never known anything could be that corking as I had never penetrated anyone before. I had not believed the sensation would be so brilliant when I got deeper inside him and my hand reached around to his arousal. It took little time to get the movements of my hips into some kind of rhythm, but that didn’t take too long and after that everything was more then perfect. He leaned forwards, eyes closed, and cried out when I was deep enough to meet the spot I had briefly introduced myself to earlier. His grip on the sink grew tighter.

“Jeeves… mirror”, I tried to say, but he seemed to understand as he opened his eyes again and looked at me. His back arched when I squeezed my hand a little, and I knew he was close. I leaned forwards to meet his back and kissed every part I could reach while holding our eye-contact. One swift movement of my wrist and he climaxed against the sink, crying out my name-and let me tell you, I have never heard anything as beautiful as that.

He was shaking under me, watching my thrusts through the mirror. It didn’t take long for me to reach the peak. The feeling was utterly indescribable so I won’t try to describe it. I slumped against his back and breathed heavily the smell of him; enjoying the feeling I have no words for. I think I will later ask how Jeeves felt about it and use his words instead.

Some time later, I am not sure how, I found Jeeves and I were lying on the floor, panting like racehorses after a derby. Jeeves had rolled over to face me. His eyes were closed and what I adored most was the way his cheeks had a touch of red colour like he always had after our love-making. His hair also pointed in every direction possible, which made it impossible for me not to touch him. I watched him lazily, breathing in and out in the same rhythm he did while I played with his hair. Finally, he recovered enough to move closer to me.

“Bertie, that was…” I have no idea what he thought it was, but I understood his meaning very well when he kissed me so long that I had to stop him or there would not be any air in the last of the Woosters left.

“So…you didn’t mind?” I asked, smiling as he kissed me under my ear.

“No. I enjoyed it, perhaps too much”, was all he said as he now chose to kiss my neck. I did not protest.

“So, we can do this buggering business again, Jeeves?”

“Whenever it pleases you, sir”, he answered, and kissed my lips again.

That kissing led later to something else on that floor, but that I believe is a story for another time.




That's it then folks. I gotta go now. My mom is coming to town later and I think I am not willing to let her see what I do in my freetime..  Well, you know the thrill, comments and whatnot are welcomed. Toodle-pip now.
 

Comments

[random-c.livejournal.com]

Hee, fabulous. Well done.

[mxdp.livejournal.com]

Much, much better then the one before. You clearly have some pretty pictures in your mind! There's still a tiny bit of work left (grammatical wise) and I'd advice that you use a few more commas in the longer sentences.
But besides that? Damn, it was good!

[storyfan.livejournal.com]

Agree with everything mxdp said. Good show. Bathroom mirrors will never be the same.

[pipariperho.livejournal.com]

I know... Gosh I have to go and buy some toothpaste as there wasn't any yesterday.

[mxdp.livejournal.com]

OH GOD. Did you *have* to say that?!

Now I won't be able to brush my teeth without grinning and blushing. X)

[pipariperho.livejournal.com]

ROFL. Of course I had to as now I'm not the only one with the problem. Honestly, I *so* should go and brush my teeth now, but I don't know if I manage to do it...

[mxdp.livejournal.com]

HA! Yes. Suffer!

Maaaan, should go and brush them as well... :s

[notchka88.livejournal.com]

Really hot. I mean like really, really hot.

[niektete.livejournal.com]

I love to see new writers improve fic by fic! :D Good egg! Keep up the good work, what?

[pipariperho.livejournal.com]

If you liked it then I believe I have something else in my mind already but it will take much more time to write it.

[emeraldreeve.livejournal.com]

I love it! Very hot!

[feanix.livejournal.com]

Ah, mirror!sex...Love it ;)

[amethystaura.livejournal.com]

Thumbs up for Bertie's finger teasing and Jeeves' begging him for more. *Bertie's* teasing. *Jeeves'* begging. Please write some more about Bertie buggering Jeeves, against the 'usual' norms. :-)

[pipariperho.livejournal.com]

If I get the inspiration to do it then who am I to go against it... There just might be something in my mind but I won't write it until my RL stops being so busy.

And I'm glad you liked this one.