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Fic: Redemption, part 15 (NC-17)
This has been rattling around in my brain since I read Yours, Plum: The Letters of P.G. Wodehouse a few years ago.I wanted to try continuing the 1953 fanfic by J. Maclaren-Ross , which was lovingly trascribed here by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaoticchaos13
Pairing:Jeeves/Bertie
Disclaimer: I make no profit from the lovely world of Wodehouse.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/849688.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/851698.html#cutid1
Part 3: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/853433.html#cutid1
Part 4: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/854770.html#cutid1
Part 5: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/856387.html#cutid1
Part 6: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/861280.html#cutid1
Part 7: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/864721.html#cutid1
Part 8: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/867046.html#cutid1
Part 9: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/870100.html#cutid1
Part 10: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/871794.html#cutid1
Part 11: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/875432.html#cutid1
Part 12: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/876502.html#cutid1
Part 13: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/880681.html#cutid1
Part 14:http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/881405.html#cutid1
Jeeves walked me to the street, but stayed behind to finish his business. For a moment, I remembered the sight of him at the threshold years ago, holding my coat. He’d surprise me that way, sometimes, and we’d walk home together, chatting of this and that. This brought yet another pang. Home. With a sigh, I walked away from Mayfair. I needed to order my thoughts.
There was a telegram in the basket as I entered the flat.
BERTIE YOU NEED TO DO BETTER THAN THAT NEED YOUR HELP STEPHANIE
I winced, and tore the paper to bits. I’d write another letter, I decided. Sorry, old fruit, I’d say. One has tried and one has failed, as I’ve told you in my last missive. Hopefully, it would fend her off for a time, for I hadn’t the heart for another ‘phone call just yet.
I posted my letter, and prepared our dinner, Catsmeat’s advice never far from my mind. No matter how I rationalized it, I knew that he was right. I couldn’t hide something like this from Jeeves, of all people, forever. I was so engrossed in said reverie that I didn’t hear him enter. I startled as he shimmered across the kitchen, and pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek. With considerable guilt, I turned from my task to return it, hoping to show him just how much I really did love him, and how dreadfully sorry I was for what was about to come.
“Sir.” He sighed, a tired, yet content tone.
“Jeeves.” My voice was a small thing.
“Sir?” concern began to show in his tone; that gorgeous, rich voice. I dreaded to think of it sounding cold.
“I need to talk to you. I mean to say, it’s important. About everything.” I was quickly losing my nerve.
“Of course, sir. Might I suggest that we move to more comfortable surroundings?”
I nodded, and followed him out of the kitchen. “I suppose I’ll tell you the easy bit first, what?” I asked, fretfully. He nodded. I sucked in my breath. “You know, Jeeves, I am enjoying this kissing wheeze, really, I am. It’s just that I’ve done a bit of thinking, and I wanted to let you know that I’m clean. I mean to say, I know I’ve been with an awful lot of men, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were holding back because you didn’t want to risk anything, but-“
“I regret to interrupt you, sir, but I feel you are suffering through unnecessary grief. I am devoted to you, sir; I would not abandon my affection for you even if you were ill. I simply wish to see you strong and well before I become merely another man in your life. It is believed, sir, that the psyche requires a rest after periods of severe trauma.”
“You’re not ‘merely’ anything, Jeeves. You’re everything.” I closed my eyes tightly, already regretting the blow I was about to deal him. “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, you know. Dash it, I’m so sorry. I wish I could be as innocent as you like to think. It was the only good thing about me, wasn’t it?”
“Certainly not, sir!” his arm laced around me, supporting me.
“S..Stinker, you know, Harold Pinker. He was one of them, you know, He gave me charity. I’ve told you that. He was always the kindest of the bunch, I think, and I used to be quite smitten…” I took a shaky breath. “When he came here, Jeeves. I don’t know what got into me. I let him- I mean, I gave him what he wanted. In your home.”
The silence that followed was deafening, and I looked up, expectantly, expecting to see the quiet rage I had seen before. I wasn’t prepared to see the heartbreak in his eyes. The anger lurked in the depths. He looked at me then, as though a spell over him had been broken, and he was seeing me for the first time. I shrunk back, hating what I knew he was thinking. His idolized master was lost, and in his place was an old, ungrateful whore.
“Did you take him to my bed?” he asked, quietly.
I shivered. “Did you?” he barked, his voice rising. Rage was winning now.
He would strike me, surely. I braced myself. “N-no. No, M’lord.”
“I thought I told you to not call me that.” He growled.
I backed against the wall. “T-the floor, Jeeves. He took me, there… I’m so sorry.” I wailed.
He trembled in place, seething. In a moment, he was up, and reaching for his hat. I hurried past him. “No, Jeeves… this is your home. I’ll go. I’ll go.” My vision was blurred. I walked as calmly as I could, until I was past the doorman, and then broke into a run. I didn’t know where I was going. I let my legs propel me as far as they could. Finally, exhausted, I collapsed onto a bench. I was near Mayfair again. My breathing slowly became regular, and I gazed numbly at the passing automobiles and pedestrians. I must have watched them for an hour before I began to seriously ponder my situation. I mean to say, what now? To add to my bleak mood, it had started to hail, little, sharp bits of frozen water that pinged off me, making me as dreadfully uncomfortable outside as in.
I sighed, and considered my choices. I really hadn’t any, unless he would let me remain at the Junior Ganymede. I supposed that I could go back to Brinkley Court for a time, but Tuppy and Angela had enough trouble, putting two boys through Oxford and raising a daughter’s dowry, to say nothing of the struggle to keep Brinkley up and running. No, I decided, it wouldn’t be right, I couldn’t be a drain on them while they had closed off half of the house and let the staff dwindle so.
It was then that I was aware of Jeeves’ presence. I blinked up at him, pitifully. He offered his hand, and pulled me to my feet. A warm woolen coat was draped about my shoulders, which I gratefully snuggled into. It smelled of him. “Come, sir.” He said, leading me to a cab. We were silent all the way home, as I burrowed my nose into the coat and looked up only when the cab had stopped.
Once inside, we shed our outer layers and he motioned for me to sit beside him. “I must know, sir. Is he a threat to me?”
I shook my head, violently. “No. No, of course not. I swore- I mean to say, I prayed, that if I could be yours, I’d never do it again. Never want another man. Never look, or think-“
“Sir.” His rigid shoulders relaxed, enough for only me to notice. “It is my own fault for abandoning you, but the thought of another man possessing you drives me to madness. Forgive me, sir, but I must have you. I must have your word.”
“You have my word. You have my all.” I replied, without hesitation.
“I must have you.” He repeated, and his mouth was on mine, pushing a kiss deeply and desperately. My initial shock turned to elation, as I let him control it.
“Forgive me. I cannot wait much longer, sir...” His capable hands were drifting across me, unbuttoning, unlatching, with the practiced touch of a valet. I encouraged this, doing my best to shed the layers on his own clothing. I almost had him out of his shirt when I felt myself scooped up into his arms, and carried to his bedroom. My heart hammered in anticipation. Once inside and set down again, I was able to continue shedding our clothing. I’d seen Jeeves in the altogether, of course, as he had seen me, many times, but I took a few moments to fully appreciate the sight. Before the war, Jeeves had been acquiring the slight portliness due to those of his established rank, but the war had stripped him nearly bare of flesh, as it had myself. I wasn’t certain if the scars I had observed had been from this war, or the Great War before it, but they completed a picture that made me both awestruck and saddened. I traced the scar piercing his dark nipple, where the white tissue parted the slight dusting of hair across his chest. That, too, was going to gray.
My gaze lowered, and I felt another surge of lust to see his cock at attention, an unfamiliar and bally glorious sight. His blood flushed it purpleish-pink, and it twitched as I cupped the head in my hand. Such a show of desire in a man’s form has always been my undoing, nothing could make me swoon quite like a straining member could, its urgent redness, the bobbing motion, the tightness of the bollocks. I rested my head against the softer flesh of his belly and sighed, breathing in his scent. I lapped at the tip, where the soft flesh peeked from the foreskin, and earned a hissing sound, the intake of his breath.
He pulled me upwards, and spread me across the bed. I groaned. The weight of a man on me was another weakness, and this was my man, the one I desired like no other. He pressed against me, and maneuvered me onto my side, while his hand strayed across my chest, brushing my nipple, then pinching it gently, measuring my reaction. He kissed at the back of my neck and moved his hand lower, hooking a fingertip into my navel. This he pressed, and rubbed into a circle, and I yelped as a sudden pang of pleasure shot from my stomach to the tip of my cock, and aftershocks down the inside of my legs, to the tips of my toes. I shook, never knowing that this was possible , and wondering how he knew such things . A quiet chuckle from him then, as he rubbed a few more firm circles, and withdrew to rub his thumb along my bollocks. I whimpered, pressing into him while half rutting into the sheets.
I twisted in his arms, and hooked my leg around his waist. I began to grind into him, and he responded in kind. I clutched at his buttocks and kneaded along with my thrusts, until he pulled my hand away and guided it to his bollocks. I tugged at his eggs gently, taking my hints from the touches he’d given me. When he slowed, to pace himself, I would tug, pulling him back from the edge. Soon, there was no strategy, only frantic movement, as the cusp of it all became the only thing in my mind. I finished with a bitten back cry, and a moment later I felt his seed, hot against my fingers.
I was panting as he produced a clean cloth from somewhere and wiped the mess from us both. I smiled, even in the heat of passion, Jeeves was always prepared.
“Sir...” he began, after a long while of his fingers stroking my hair.
I was prepared to spend hours telling him how loyal I would be, but the day’s events had taken the fight out of me. Against my best wishes, I fell asleep in his arms.
chaoticchaos13 Pairing:Jeeves/Bertie
Disclaimer: I make no profit from the lovely world of Wodehouse.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/849688.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/851698.html#cutid1
Part 3: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/853433.html#cutid1
Part 4: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/854770.html#cutid1
Part 5: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/856387.html#cutid1
Part 6: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/861280.html#cutid1
Part 7: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/864721.html#cutid1
Part 8: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/867046.html#cutid1
Part 9: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/870100.html#cutid1
Part 10: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/871794.html#cutid1
Part 11: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/875432.html#cutid1
Part 12: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/876502.html#cutid1
Part 13: http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/880681.html#cutid1
Part 14:http://community.livejournal.com/indeedsir/881405.html#cutid1
Jeeves walked me to the street, but stayed behind to finish his business. For a moment, I remembered the sight of him at the threshold years ago, holding my coat. He’d surprise me that way, sometimes, and we’d walk home together, chatting of this and that. This brought yet another pang. Home. With a sigh, I walked away from Mayfair. I needed to order my thoughts.
There was a telegram in the basket as I entered the flat.
BERTIE YOU NEED TO DO BETTER THAN THAT NEED YOUR HELP STEPHANIE
I winced, and tore the paper to bits. I’d write another letter, I decided. Sorry, old fruit, I’d say. One has tried and one has failed, as I’ve told you in my last missive. Hopefully, it would fend her off for a time, for I hadn’t the heart for another ‘phone call just yet.
I posted my letter, and prepared our dinner, Catsmeat’s advice never far from my mind. No matter how I rationalized it, I knew that he was right. I couldn’t hide something like this from Jeeves, of all people, forever. I was so engrossed in said reverie that I didn’t hear him enter. I startled as he shimmered across the kitchen, and pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek. With considerable guilt, I turned from my task to return it, hoping to show him just how much I really did love him, and how dreadfully sorry I was for what was about to come.
“Sir.” He sighed, a tired, yet content tone.
“Jeeves.” My voice was a small thing.
“Sir?” concern began to show in his tone; that gorgeous, rich voice. I dreaded to think of it sounding cold.
“I need to talk to you. I mean to say, it’s important. About everything.” I was quickly losing my nerve.
“Of course, sir. Might I suggest that we move to more comfortable surroundings?”
I nodded, and followed him out of the kitchen. “I suppose I’ll tell you the easy bit first, what?” I asked, fretfully. He nodded. I sucked in my breath. “You know, Jeeves, I am enjoying this kissing wheeze, really, I am. It’s just that I’ve done a bit of thinking, and I wanted to let you know that I’m clean. I mean to say, I know I’ve been with an awful lot of men, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were holding back because you didn’t want to risk anything, but-“
“I regret to interrupt you, sir, but I feel you are suffering through unnecessary grief. I am devoted to you, sir; I would not abandon my affection for you even if you were ill. I simply wish to see you strong and well before I become merely another man in your life. It is believed, sir, that the psyche requires a rest after periods of severe trauma.”
“You’re not ‘merely’ anything, Jeeves. You’re everything.” I closed my eyes tightly, already regretting the blow I was about to deal him. “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, you know. Dash it, I’m so sorry. I wish I could be as innocent as you like to think. It was the only good thing about me, wasn’t it?”
“Certainly not, sir!” his arm laced around me, supporting me.
“S..Stinker, you know, Harold Pinker. He was one of them, you know, He gave me charity. I’ve told you that. He was always the kindest of the bunch, I think, and I used to be quite smitten…” I took a shaky breath. “When he came here, Jeeves. I don’t know what got into me. I let him- I mean, I gave him what he wanted. In your home.”
The silence that followed was deafening, and I looked up, expectantly, expecting to see the quiet rage I had seen before. I wasn’t prepared to see the heartbreak in his eyes. The anger lurked in the depths. He looked at me then, as though a spell over him had been broken, and he was seeing me for the first time. I shrunk back, hating what I knew he was thinking. His idolized master was lost, and in his place was an old, ungrateful whore.
“Did you take him to my bed?” he asked, quietly.
I shivered. “Did you?” he barked, his voice rising. Rage was winning now.
He would strike me, surely. I braced myself. “N-no. No, M’lord.”
“I thought I told you to not call me that.” He growled.
I backed against the wall. “T-the floor, Jeeves. He took me, there… I’m so sorry.” I wailed.
He trembled in place, seething. In a moment, he was up, and reaching for his hat. I hurried past him. “No, Jeeves… this is your home. I’ll go. I’ll go.” My vision was blurred. I walked as calmly as I could, until I was past the doorman, and then broke into a run. I didn’t know where I was going. I let my legs propel me as far as they could. Finally, exhausted, I collapsed onto a bench. I was near Mayfair again. My breathing slowly became regular, and I gazed numbly at the passing automobiles and pedestrians. I must have watched them for an hour before I began to seriously ponder my situation. I mean to say, what now? To add to my bleak mood, it had started to hail, little, sharp bits of frozen water that pinged off me, making me as dreadfully uncomfortable outside as in.
I sighed, and considered my choices. I really hadn’t any, unless he would let me remain at the Junior Ganymede. I supposed that I could go back to Brinkley Court for a time, but Tuppy and Angela had enough trouble, putting two boys through Oxford and raising a daughter’s dowry, to say nothing of the struggle to keep Brinkley up and running. No, I decided, it wouldn’t be right, I couldn’t be a drain on them while they had closed off half of the house and let the staff dwindle so.
It was then that I was aware of Jeeves’ presence. I blinked up at him, pitifully. He offered his hand, and pulled me to my feet. A warm woolen coat was draped about my shoulders, which I gratefully snuggled into. It smelled of him. “Come, sir.” He said, leading me to a cab. We were silent all the way home, as I burrowed my nose into the coat and looked up only when the cab had stopped.
Once inside, we shed our outer layers and he motioned for me to sit beside him. “I must know, sir. Is he a threat to me?”
I shook my head, violently. “No. No, of course not. I swore- I mean to say, I prayed, that if I could be yours, I’d never do it again. Never want another man. Never look, or think-“
“Sir.” His rigid shoulders relaxed, enough for only me to notice. “It is my own fault for abandoning you, but the thought of another man possessing you drives me to madness. Forgive me, sir, but I must have you. I must have your word.”
“You have my word. You have my all.” I replied, without hesitation.
“I must have you.” He repeated, and his mouth was on mine, pushing a kiss deeply and desperately. My initial shock turned to elation, as I let him control it.
“Forgive me. I cannot wait much longer, sir...” His capable hands were drifting across me, unbuttoning, unlatching, with the practiced touch of a valet. I encouraged this, doing my best to shed the layers on his own clothing. I almost had him out of his shirt when I felt myself scooped up into his arms, and carried to his bedroom. My heart hammered in anticipation. Once inside and set down again, I was able to continue shedding our clothing. I’d seen Jeeves in the altogether, of course, as he had seen me, many times, but I took a few moments to fully appreciate the sight. Before the war, Jeeves had been acquiring the slight portliness due to those of his established rank, but the war had stripped him nearly bare of flesh, as it had myself. I wasn’t certain if the scars I had observed had been from this war, or the Great War before it, but they completed a picture that made me both awestruck and saddened. I traced the scar piercing his dark nipple, where the white tissue parted the slight dusting of hair across his chest. That, too, was going to gray.
My gaze lowered, and I felt another surge of lust to see his cock at attention, an unfamiliar and bally glorious sight. His blood flushed it purpleish-pink, and it twitched as I cupped the head in my hand. Such a show of desire in a man’s form has always been my undoing, nothing could make me swoon quite like a straining member could, its urgent redness, the bobbing motion, the tightness of the bollocks. I rested my head against the softer flesh of his belly and sighed, breathing in his scent. I lapped at the tip, where the soft flesh peeked from the foreskin, and earned a hissing sound, the intake of his breath.
He pulled me upwards, and spread me across the bed. I groaned. The weight of a man on me was another weakness, and this was my man, the one I desired like no other. He pressed against me, and maneuvered me onto my side, while his hand strayed across my chest, brushing my nipple, then pinching it gently, measuring my reaction. He kissed at the back of my neck and moved his hand lower, hooking a fingertip into my navel. This he pressed, and rubbed into a circle, and I yelped as a sudden pang of pleasure shot from my stomach to the tip of my cock, and aftershocks down the inside of my legs, to the tips of my toes. I shook, never knowing that this was possible , and wondering how he knew such things . A quiet chuckle from him then, as he rubbed a few more firm circles, and withdrew to rub his thumb along my bollocks. I whimpered, pressing into him while half rutting into the sheets.
I twisted in his arms, and hooked my leg around his waist. I began to grind into him, and he responded in kind. I clutched at his buttocks and kneaded along with my thrusts, until he pulled my hand away and guided it to his bollocks. I tugged at his eggs gently, taking my hints from the touches he’d given me. When he slowed, to pace himself, I would tug, pulling him back from the edge. Soon, there was no strategy, only frantic movement, as the cusp of it all became the only thing in my mind. I finished with a bitten back cry, and a moment later I felt his seed, hot against my fingers.
I was panting as he produced a clean cloth from somewhere and wiped the mess from us both. I smiled, even in the heat of passion, Jeeves was always prepared.
“Sir...” he began, after a long while of his fingers stroking my hair.
I was prepared to spend hours telling him how loyal I would be, but the day’s events had taken the fight out of me. Against my best wishes, I fell asleep in his arms.
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My only fear is that Bertie never had a chance to mention Stiffy's telegram. If he tells Jeeves before Stiffy can come up with something to hold over Bertie, it will be better for everyone. I hope he's at least learned that after all this time.
He is getting stronger. It's hard for him, but it's happening.
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Poor, poor Bertie.
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Beautiful
It is good to know that Bertie has some true friends - even if he won't go to them.
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But i am so worried about how this came about, because Jeeves was totally overcome by passion and he was more than a little jealous... I hope he doesn't try and put some distance between he and bertie after this because Bertie so needed this SO badly.
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The scene when Bertie felt so helpless, and then found Jeeves standing there waiting, is so so so sweet.
Hopes they can slove all their problems, before it's too late.
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aww, yes. Jeeves wouldn't let Bertie just run off like that!
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My favourite chapter, this! (and that's saying a lot, 'cause I love this series!)
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Cannot express how wonderfully you're doing with this.
Excellently awesome!
<3
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Thanks again <3