It's been a long while, I know...

[feanix.livejournal.com]

Title: Denial
Pairing: Jooster
Summary: Bertie is denied...To begin with
Rating: M
Words: 956
Disclaimer: I so wish I owned these boys, but I just don't. Wodehouse does. Lucky.



“Jeeves, please...”

“I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request, sir.”

“What the bally...?”

Jeeves leaned forward, his wrists resting on his spread knees, “It means ‘no’, sir.”

“I know what it means, Jeeves, please!”

The younger man’s face and neck were flushed deeply and sweat had begun to prickle his brow and chest. Bertie was kneeling, naked, before his valet where he was being teased to within an inch of his life by the larger, fully clad man. Jeeves had been doing little more than speaking to his young master in his honeyed tones and occasionally giving his hardened cock a rough tug. He was very thoroughly enjoying the new found power that came with being both Bertie’s lover and his valet.

Bertie turned his face up to Jeeves’ and looked to be close to tears, “Please.” A smirk tripped across Jeeves’ usually composed features and he leaned down further to capture Bertie’s pink mouth roughly with his own. With the valet very definitely in control the kiss was bruising, his tongue plundering Bertie’s mouth, never pausing to be soft or gentle. Jeeves pulled away, folded his arms over his broad chest and laughed a deep bass rumble.

Bertie had come almost completely undone with that ferocious kiss. The usually chipper blue of his irises had turned stormy and dark, and the pupils had pushed the rings of colour to their very limits. His breath rushed in and out of him and the blush on his face and neck had spread to his chest, becoming dark and angry. Jeeves noted lustily that his lover’s cock was drooling profusely and seemed to have its own pulse. It too was dark and looked almost painful.

“Please,” Bertie shuddered, his throat closing with a sob, “enough.”

Jeeves did nothing more than shake his head and roll up the sleeves of his still crisp white shirt. “I said ‘no,’” he supplied threateningly. He needed for Bertie to be more direct, to be able to ask for what he wanted -- what he needed -- without falling back on stammering and euphemisms like he usually did. Jeeves knew that if Bertie mastered this skill that their love-making would be much easier (for though he was a paragon, Jeeves was no mindreader), but he had to admit that there was an ulterior motive; Prior to their becoming lovers, Jeeves would lay awake in his small room and fantasise about Bertie, picturing him asking, sometimes even demanding, Jeeves to perform favours for him. The valet’s toes curled just thinking about his master in that way.

“Jeeves, I need...I...”

“You need what, sir? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need,” Jeeves reasoned.

“Jeeves, suck me or I’ll...I’ll...” Bertie stuttered desperately.

“Or what?” Jeeves cocked his eyebrow slightly, interested to hear what Bertie would come up with.

“Or...Or I’ll spend myself on your shoes!” the slender man blurted out.
Jeeves was impressed with Bertie’s candor, but he was frightfully serious when it came to ruining perfectly good clothing. Especially clothing that Jeeves worked so hard to keep immaculate. It was as close to a sin as one could get. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare,” Jeeves glowered. The younger man cocked his head like a puppy about to engage in some act of wrong doing and Jeeves just stared, waiting for Bertie to follow through on his threat.

Bertie could hardly bear to touch himself, but he needed to to make his point. He very carefully pressed his member downwards, trying hard not to apply too much pressure, and slicked the weeping head of his cock across the shiny leather toe of his valet’s right shoe, leaving a silvery smudge akin to a snail’s trail. He shivered for a moment and was keenly aware that much of his blood left his head and went south. Jeeves sat stock still and watched.

“Jeeves, I need you...I...I need your mouth now,” Bertie pleaded.

The dark-haired man shifter on the Chesterfield, acutely aware of his own erection. “Just my mouth, sir?”

“Or your hands...Any of you, Jeeves, it doesn’t bloody matter!”

Heat rushed across Jeeves’ face at his lover’s strengthening language, “Or you’ll do what exactly, sir?”

“You heard me, Jeeves,” Bertie growled. He had had enough. It was almost painful to handle himself but he fisted his too-hard cock and began to pull. He knew it wouldn’t take long and, frankly, he was grateful.

Jeeves leaned to look at the silvery trail on his shoe and saw Bertie’s hips already bucking, “Sir...?” Bertie paid the man no attention and continued with the task at hand.

He would have loved to have watched Bertie come good on his threat, but Jeeves knew that the drying mark on his shoe would be difficult enough to remove, never mind dealing with Bertie’s full load. He had to give in. Jeeves quickly undid his shirt and took it off along with his undershirt. He slipped down onto his knees and pushed Bertie’s hand away. The valet gripped Bertie’s cock tightly and tugged it hard only four or five times before the younger man gripped at Jeeves’ well-muscled shoulders and buried his face Jeeves’ neck. Bertie came hard with a panting grunt, his hot seed splattering across his lover’s stomach and chest.

The two men sat down and leaned back against the Chesterfield, breathing heavily. Bertie couldn’t feel his toes and Jeeves could only feel his trapped and pulsing erection. “Crisis averted, old thing, your shoes have been saved,” Bertie smiled, brushing his wavy hair away from his eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you quite alright, Jeeves?”

“I need you to suck me, sir...”

“You know, Jeeves,” Bertie began, “I love how direct you are.”

Comments

[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

Nice. I thing Jeeves does get off a bit on his hold on Bertie.

[feanix.livejournal.com]

A little bit, lol.

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

*thumbs way up*

[the-archandroid.livejournal.com]

“You know, Jeeves,” Bertie began, “I love how direct you are.”

HEEE!!! awesome.

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

woweee!

[trista-zevkia.livejournal.com]

This was hot and amusing! Jeeves trying to get Wooster to be direct and Berti knowing how threatening Jeeves's shoes will drive Jeeves to do what Berti needs him to! One thing though, the first major paragraph of text ends with 'came with being both Bertie’s lover.' I guess you meant being both Bertie's lover and valet? Also, I totally love the line 'for though he was a paragon, Jeeves was no mind reader'
Anymore up your sleeves?

[feanix.livejournal.com]

Crap, I thought I'd fixed that line...Thanks for reminding me :)

Glad you liked the fic.

[toodlepipsigner.livejournal.com]

O___O Pardon me... I seem to have misplaced my handkerchief. It's only... the drool... it's all over the keyboard and I can... only speak in... fragmented sentences anyway...

Good lawrd. That's a keeper. Yum.

[feanix.livejournal.com]

*Hands you a clean handkerchief* There you are, old thing, glad you liked it...As much as you did, lol.