Jeeves and the Pea Test
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trista_zevkiaTitle: Jeeves and the Pea Test
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 2/2
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Characters/Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SLASH Will need a toothbrush to prevent cavities from the sweetness, and Jeeves gets a little OoC, but a Prince doesn't have the same restrictions a Valet does.
Summary: As I said before, Dutch oral storytelling tradition is being tarnished;)
Disclaimer: All monies made will go to seducing people to the world of Wodehouse, even if it means making them watch the Fry and Laurie DVD’s.
Author's Notes: Not beta'd, so all mistakes do belong to me. Happy Birthday to toodlepipsigner, may the incoming be better than the outgoing!
Chapter 1
Reginald knew the situation was untenable, but that didn’t stop him from trying to make it last. He had breakfast and lunch with his Uncle, but avoided supper and after supper meetings where the bard would play. In his room, he could read and work on his projects, while listening to Bertie. Skilled on the piano, Bertie could also turn his hand to any of the other instruments available. Reginald would have been jealous, as he’d always wanted such a skill, but Bertie was too nice to hold negative feelings for.
Jeeves would arrive in Bertie’s room after lunch, supposedly to clean things. Somehow, they’d wind up spending the afternoon together. The first few days it had been a tour of an aspect of the castle or kingdom, but as the days past, no reason was needed. Jeeves would work on small projects or read, while Bertie practiced on his instruments. Occasionally Bertie began to play a certain tune, but he’d refuse to talk about it if Jeeves asked. So Jeeves just let Bertie play whatever he wanted, and only remark on the quality when Bertie was done for the afternoon.
It was a pleasing routine; with Reginald’s only worry being the end he knew had to come. When a messenger arrived, bearing news of an approaching prince, Jeeves knew he had to tell Bertie the truth. Jeeves went to collect Bertie for their afternoon together, but stood with his hands behind his back to speak. Bertie noticed the posture and sat in a chair before asking.
“Something up, old horse?”
“A messenger arrived this morning, and a prince will be arriving tomorrow.”
“And you want me to vacate the room? No problem!”
“Well, yes, but that’s not all.” Bertie was up on his feet and gathering his things, and apparently didn’t hear the end of Jeeves’ statement.
“I’m just glad you didn’t get in trouble. I know you said you wouldn’t, but you’re very polite and might have just said that to protect me.” As Bertie continued to chatter, Jeeves moved to gather up his clothes. The two outfits Jeeves had brought Bertie that first day had grown, each time Jeeves had seen something appropriate. When their arms were full, they walked together to the servants quarters. Jeeves put Bertie’s clothes away in a much smaller dresser and told him where the communal bathroom was. Jeeves was working up the courage, again, to say what he had to, when Bertie sat on the edge of the bed.
“When it’s time for me to leave, would you come with me Jeeves?” Bertie was speaking to the floor between his feet, but startled Reginald into forgetting what he was about to say.
“You don’t have to leave, you can be the official court bard.”
“I don’t want to leave, I like it here with you. I mean, in this kingdom. But something will go wrong, and I’ll have to leave.” There was a plaintive note in Bertie’s voice, which Reginald hated. He crossed the room to kneel before Bertie and ease that melancholy.
“No, Bertie. You don’t have to leave. I’m honored that you would ask me to go with you. But I have to tell you something about me, something that will make you think less of me.” Bertie laughed at that, relaxing in his relief. He looked up at last, to smile directly at Jeeves.
“Nothing could do that, you’re bally marvelous!”
The trust, respect and awe leveled at Reginald was a heady combination, making him drunk in an instant. There was no other reason he could think of that he leaned forward and kissed Bertie. Reginald didn’t give his physical wants much consideration, so it was completely natural that one kiss should shred his dignity, at least that’s what he’d tell himself later. For now, he fell onto those lips as if starved for touch. There was a moments hesitation and then a very enthusiastic Bertie was kissing him back. Arms clashed as they tried to find a way to wrap around each other and noses bumped repeatedly. They did find a place where it was the exact opposite of awkward and thinking was unnecessary.
Reginald would have happily stayed there forever, but Bertie was leaning off the bed. His foot slid a little, and Bertie was sliding off the bed. Reginald caught him and set him back on the edge, but the spell was broken. Reginald remembered what he’d come to tell Bertie, and how stupid it was to admit to his desire for Bertie at this time. Lurching up and onto his feet, Reginald fled from the room. He would have run, but he needed the time to think about where to go.
His lips weren’t the only part of him trying to engage in physical activity with Bertie and he couldn’t traverse the castle with that guiding his way. He made it to the communal wash room of the male servants unobserved, but only because most servants were working during the afternoon. By the time he was presentable, Reginald had decided where to go and set off to find his Uncle Charlie. The number of cases brought before the court decided how long it would last, so Reginald would check there first.
Bertie’s recovery from the kiss had been shorter, helped along by his general confusion. He had questions that his anatomy claimed there were answers to, but he didn’t have a clue what they were. What did two blokes do after kissing like that? Whatever it was, Bertie really hoped fleeing wasn’t part of it! The regret on Jeeves’ face had been so unlike him, that Bertie stood, and set out to find an answer. He didn’t know where Jeeves’ room was or even what his official title was, which made it a difficult job. Still, he knew Jeeves, and Jeeves liked to keep things tidy. Grinning, Bertie decided Jeeves would be cleaning out the guest room so recently vacated, and headed that way. Bertie did run, but who expects to turn a corner and run into a king?
King Charles was a dignified man in his mid sixties, but he was still a pretty solid presence. Rubbing at his chest, Bertie held his right hand out to help the King back to his feet. “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty! I’m a clumsy goof on the best of days, and I wasn’t watching where I was going today.”
“I’m fine, Bertie, just don’t make a habit of it.”
“What? Oh, that’s very funny.”
“Bertie, you seem distracted.”
“I was just looking for somebody, guess I overlooked you while looking for him.”
“Oh?” King Charles seemed to think on this statement, but came to a conclusion quickly. “Walk with me Bertie. I’m just going to my room to change out of my courtly robes for supper.”
Bertie hesitated, but he wasn’t known for telling regular people no, let alone a king and employer. Besides, after having collided with the man, making sure he stayed all right was the least Bertie could do!
“So, young bard, have you heard the news?” Bertie’s face radiated panic, as for one blind second he thought King Charles was referring to the kiss! Jeeves was too private a person to ever tell, though, so Bertie was calmed. “Your audience is expanding, as a new prince comes tomorrow.”
“What’s he coming for?” It was an innocent question that kept either of them from thinking of why Bertie had been running down the corridor.
“To court Reginald, my nephew and heir.” At the king’s words, Bertie tripped over something, air perhaps. He was blushing when he looked back up at the king.
“You’d really allow your kingdom to be ruled by two blokes, together?”
“A happy king takes better care of his people, and that’s what it’s all about.”
“My aunts would hate you! Um, no offense meant, but they thought happiness was overrated. At least when it came to deciding things about my life; they seemed pretty happy.”
“Why did they decide for you?”
“Oh, my parents died when I was little, so my aunts raised me and my sister. She married a strong willed man who had their approval, so I went traveling. They’re bound to be happier without me.”
“I doubt that, you seem to bring joy wherever you are. Look how happy my nephew has been since you’ve been here.”
“I don’t think you can give me credit for that, I don’t think I’ve even met him.” King Charles frown of sympathy turned to confusion at this statement.
“He didn’t come tell you to move out of the guest room this afternoon?”
“No, Jeeves did. And I’m thrilled to go. I’m sorry, but that’s the worst bed I’ve ever slept in! Last two weeks I’ve slept in the bathtub.” Bertie turned his grinning face to the King to share the joke, but he’d stopped walking about two steps back. “Sir, are you sure I didn’t hurt you when I ran into you?”
“Didn’t Jeeves change out the bed when you told him that?”
“He never asked me how I slept. Usually he came in the afternoon anyway. Why, does it matter?”
King Charles spent some time thinking about that, before answering with a smile and regal gesture. “Just a desire to make our important guests comfortable. I hope you have a great night’s sleep tonight, and will be ready to impress the Prince who’s coming.”
“I’ll do my best, your Majesty.”
“Go Bertie, get back to whatever you were doing before I interrupted you.”
“Yes, Sir!” Bertie was off and running before he finished his reply. There was something significant about the prince’s arrival, and he needed Jeeves to explain it to him. And that kissing thing!
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Finding his uncle had dismissed court for the day, Reginald had to turn around and go back to the living quarters of the castle. Uncle Charles liked to change out of his regal robes as quickly as possible, claiming the cloth was trying to drown him. Reginald would have thought it was a physical manifestation of the problems that Charles struggled with, but the man was given to fits of whimsy. Knocking on his chamber door, Reginald was met with a quick call to enter. Uncle Charlie was dressed and putting on his shoes when he looked up at Reginald.
“Something you need?” He was smiling when he said it, but Reginald didn’t pause to think about it. Sometimes, he had to push past over-thinking things and say what needed to be said.
“Do you remember, back before we decided on the pea test? You offered to change the law so I could marry anybody, instead of a royal and I declined.”
“I remember.” When no other words seemed forthcoming, Reginald considered his uncle was being deliberately obtuse. Pushing the thought away, Reginald continued.
“I would like to take you up on that offer.”
“Look my boy, just because he can tap out a few tunes on the piano doesn’t mean he’d be good for your kingdom.”
“What? Bertie is everything you wanted me to be and he’d be perfect for any kingdom! He’s kind, generous and more concerned with other people than himself. He reminds me to enjoy life, instead of just making it through another day!”
“I know, Reginald. I’m old, but I’d have to be dead not to see the way you’ve come alive since he’s been here.” Somewhere between angry and confused, the look Reginald gave him demanded an answer. “For Bertie’s sake, I wanted to make sure you knew why he’d be good for you. But that kind of change in the law will take time, so we must treat tomorrow’s prince the same as the others. See to it.”
“Yes, Sir.” A slight bow and Reginald turned to follow out his uncle’s instructions. But he cleaned the room and put fresh linens on the bed with his mind in a whirl. By the time he left the room, he knew he would have to talk to Bertie before he got rid of any of the thoughts that cluttered up his mind. Fortunately, royalty was notorious for their lack of punctuality. The messenger told them to expect the prince at lunch, so they’d have most of the afternoon to talk. After breakfast Reginald would talk with Bertie and beg his forgiveness. If Bertie felt half of what Reginald did, they’d find a way!
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Naturally, this prince would defy the standard and bounds of a polite society by showing up before breakfast. When informed that the household was still preparing for breakfast, the man insisted on a tour of the kitchens and gardens. A very proper Prince Reginald and King Charles, dressed to impress, were waiting on the man to be escorted to the breakfast room. He entered with enthusiasm, and smiled through the formal introductions. After bowing to Reginald, he clasped their hands together.
“Long have I heard of a wondrous place, where clean water flows in even the kitchen! I looked for years, only in passing to hear of a young prince in search of love. Anatole knew, in his heart and soul, that our quests would be solved in each other. I, the world’s greatest chef and Prince of the Gauls, am awed by your genius!”
Reginald now knew he liked being appreciated, and he enjoyed the emotional openness of Bertie. So, he really should like this prince instead of feeling his skin crawl where they touched. “Prince Anatole, you are most welcome to join us for breakfast. I would be interested in learning how our simple fare compares with the delights of your kingdom.”
Anatole was a clever, articulate conversationalist, even after they’d moved away from discussing food. Though to achieve this, Reginald had to escort the chef as far from anything food related as he could without leaving the extensive castle grounds. Reginald also grew to accept Anatole was a man a strong feelings, who wasn’t averse to sharing them. He complemented the food at lunch, but didn’t eat much of it. Sensing the unspoken request, Reginald asked if Anatole would do them the honor of preparing them a dish. He’d agreed readily, but begged Reginald to join him. Reginald tried to politely refuse, but Anatole didn’t get the subtle hint, saying he’d need all available help for the supper he had in mind.
Planning on sending Bertie a note of explanation, Reginald walked with Anatole toward the kitchen. The kitchen door had only just opened when Anatole began speaking of the assets of the kitchen, so Reginald’s head was turned toward him until a clattering noise changed his focus. Bertie was standing by the servants’ entrance, the remains of his lunch splattering his pant legs, broken plate at his feet. The broken remains of his heart were leaking out of his eyes, as he stared at Reginald in his princely clothes. Reginald took a step toward him, and Bertie turned and fled. The servants knelt and began cleaning up the mess, effectively blocking Reginald from following for several moments. By the time he’d entered the corridor, not even the echo of Bertie’s boots on stone floors remained.
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Bertie hadn’t been in his room, but his instruments were. Knowing he’d come back for those, Reginald set guards on the room to inform Bertie that Reginald wished to speak with him. Then, because searching by himself would be inefficient and not because he was desperate to explain, Reginald set the palace guards and servants to find Bertie. He told them all he’d be in the kitchen, knowing well his duty to visiting royalty. Anatole was careful not to ask what that had been about, instead doing his best to engage Reginald in the art of cooking.
When the meal was simmering, or developing flavor as Anatole called it, they finally left the kitchen. Reginald had to tell the head cook, who’d watched Anatole with awe, his plans for the evening. During the walk to the guest room, Reginald repeated the news to anybody he met who might have been searching for Bertie. Once Anatole was in his room, Reginald retreated to his own. As he changed for supper, Reginald reevaluated his assumptions.
He’d believed Bertie would come back for his musical instruments, but what if he didn’t? What if he had left after lunch, never to hear the explanation Reginald had. Would the reasons matter where emotions were involved? By the kiss they’d shared, Reginald believed emotions were involved, but perhaps Bertie wasn’t sufficiently interested to get over the betrayal. Before Bertie, Reginald would have accepted Anatole with pleasure. Intelligent, articulate and having an actual skill, Anatole was far superior to most suitors Reginald had entertained. But now, after Bertie, Reginald knew he’d be settling for, and resent, anyone less than Bertie. A final look in the mirror and Reginald decided. He’d explain to Anatole and wait for Bertie to turn up. If Bertie was gone, or could not see past the lies, and Anatole was willing, Reginald would marry Anatole. Regents had survived worse marriages for their countries.
Supper was so mouth watering good, even though Reginald didn’t have an appetite, that King Charles couldn’t keep asking about news from other kingdoms as he had at other meals. Instead he sat at the head of the table and moaned with each bite. Anatole was proud of his cooking, but being justified in it brought up his estimation in Reginald’s mind. When they retired to the sitting room, the lump in Reginald’s throat wouldn’t let him speak. The lump only grew when he saw Bertie was there, but refusing to look at him. Guards waited at all the exits, so Reginald knew he’d get a chance to talk. He didn’t know if he’d get Bertie to listen with strong arm tactics, but he had to try.
Once they were seated, Bertie gave a very proper bow and sat at the piano. He played automatically, without any of the soul that Reginald had heard from his room, two stories up! Forgetting Anatole, his uncle and his responsibilities, Reginald carried his after dinner drink up to the piano. Setting it on the top of the piano, Reginald sat beside Bertie. Startled, Bertie stopped playing, even as he tried to not see the man sitting next to him. Carefully, Reginald worked his way through the melody Bertie didn’t talk about. He found the right notes and his tempo was accurate, but the whole room was glad when he quit. Turning to see Bertie’s profile, Reginald spoke for him alone.
“My Mother was an accomplished player and tried to teach me. I can hit the notes, but I can’t make music. Do you understand the difference?” Bertie turned to him with a frown, but figuring that was better than being ignored, Reginald continued. “I joked with my Mother that I couldn’t play musically because my soul was too technical. But in truth, I didn’t have a soul until I met you. I might not be able to create music, but you do that for me.”
“If you like me, why did you mock me?”
“Mock? How did I mock you? I betrayed you by lying about my name and position in the household.”
“Perhaps,” sounded a voice that made both men jump. They’d forgotten about their audience! Enjoying their response, King Charles let them focus on him before continuing. “Perhaps, I can explain that. Bertie, Reginald wasn’t mocking you, he honestly didn’t know.”
“Really? I was afraid the whole world knew, or knew enough to figure it out.” Reginald had long known he didn’t like not knowing something, so this conversation had him sitting even straighter on the bench.
“Reginald, why did you give him the pea test?”
“What? I didn’t, I completely forgot about that! I put him in that room to better soak off the dirt of travel.”
“Please what is this pea test? Are your peas defective in some way?” Anatole chimed in, fearing he was losing the conversation during translation.
“One moment, and I will explain all, Prince Anatole.” There was something regal about King Charles in that statement, so everybody waited for him to continue. “That law you asked me to change Reginald, allowing you to marry whomever you wished? I wrote it up about two weeks ago, when I figured out who was making you happy. Imagine my surprise yesterday, when I discovered I didn’t have to. Bertie passed the pea test.”
“I didn’t do anything to your peas!” Bertie was more frustrated than angry, but still blushed under the intensity of Reginald’s gaze.
“Bertram, Anatole, we designed the pea test to weed out impostors. If I wasn’t convinced that both of you gentlemen were genuine royalty, I wouldn’t be telling you about it. Essentially, we made the bed uncomfortable, looking for people who would admit to it. Bertie slept in the bathtub for two weeks to avoid sleeping on the bed, but was such a distraction to Reginald’s brain that they never talked about it. Anatole, I’m sorry. A month ago, I would have approved of you, but now I find Bertie is the only one I can tie to Reginald.”
“You say he is royalty, but I do not see it. Pretty enough, yes, but royal?”
King Charles let Reginald turn to face him again before answering. “Bertram is the crown prince of Yaxley, who abdicated the throne in favor of his sister.”
“Yes, I know! Even in Gaul this was remarkable. Said his sister was smarter and more level headed. She married for an alliance and Bertram disappeared.” Anatole’s words confirmed the memory the names stirred in Reginald, so he spun around to appeal to Bertie.
“Bertie, you though I was playing dress up to mock you, criticize you for leaving your kingdom! I was so afraid you’d hate me for the lie, I didn’t even consider other reasons. I was tired of the artifice of respect and always being at an arm’s length because I was a prince. I thought you’d be formal, polite and so different if you knew who I was. I found I liked you too much as you were to risk losing it.”
“Oh, Jeeves! You’re so ele, elophant?”
“Eloquent, Sir?”
“That’s the one, and you’re double eloquent. I was terrified of having to leave, even after this afternoon I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you. All I can say is I love you.”
“That is more than adequate, Sir, as I love you too.” The kiss was little more than a pressing of lips when applause broke out behind them. Reminded, once again, that they weren’t alone, Bertie and Reginald turned to their audience. Anatole was applauding with a handkerchief in his hand and suspiciously damp eyes. King Charles wore a very not regal smirk. Standing, Reginald moved over to bow to Anatole. “Prince Anatole, I am sorry you have come all this way for nothing, but my heart is engaged elsewhere.”
“Prince Anatole of the Gauls, is jealous of both princes, but will not hinder them.” Anatole accompanied these words with an elegant flourish of his hand and King Charles laughed.
“Don’t feel bad Reginald. I sent him a note back with the messenger yesterday. Offered him a reward if he’d blatantly court you to force you to confront your feelings about Bertie.” Another smirk was directed at Reginald’s shocked face, which to most of the world would have looked only stern, before Charles turned to Anatole. “So what reward would you prefer, Prince?”
“Only what I came to beg for, running water in a castle! I want fresh water brought to my kitchens, so we can clean food and hands before we cook. Anatole does not appreciate bugs in his produce!” Bertie laughed from the piano bench and Anatole smiled at the sound. “I have brought several master builders to study your system. While they learn, I will prepare a wedding feast to make you cry with joy. Fitting, I think, for the union you will have. You will cry, but cry together and always will you find joy when you are together.”
“Jeeves, are we getting married then?”
“If you will have me, Bertram.”
“Good, because I have some questions I want you to answer. About what happened the other day, when I moved rooms.”
“After the wedding!” King Charles was speaking with the full weight of his crown behind him. Bertie blushed crimson, thinking he’d been subtle in what he’d said. “We must observe the proprieties after all.”
“Naturally, Uncle.” Reginald replied and Bertie tried to hide his disappointment. He was really curious about whatever came after those toe curling kisses! “If I might take the liberty, Bertie does need to be moved to more appropriate quarters. Plus, some changes must be made to the guest room, before Prince Anatole retires for the evening.”
“Quite true, Reginald. Please see to it.” King Charles turned to talk to Anatole for a while longer, noting the chaste way Reginald took Bertie’s elbow to lead him from the room. Once they were in the corridor, Reginald told the nearest servant to find assistance and remove the bottom mattress in the guest room. Turning a corner, Reginald and Bertie were at last alone. Unobserved by a third party, Reginald slid a arm around Bertie’s waist.
“Proprieties must be observed, but when we are unobserved proprieties can go hang.” Bertie laughed and clapped a hand over his mouth. He suddenly didn’t want to attract any attention from anybody, except Jeeves. The thing he needed to tell pushed away his laughter and Bertie dropped his hand.
“That song, the one you played in there? I, um, sort of wrote that.” Bertie was blushing and speaking to his shoes. “I was trying to make something as musical as your voice.”
Reginald couldn’t let himself look at Bertie after that statement, it would break his willpower. Instead, he pulled Bertie to his rooms. What they did behind that closed door, was unobserved by anyone interested in propriety. Jeeves locked the door behind him with trembling hands. He turned to put those hands on Bertie, but Bertie pounced on him too quickly. Automatically, they seemed to find that place where kissing was beautiful and fun, no trace of awkwardness. Reginald forgot he had hands, until they touched Bertie’s skin. Bertie gasped, and Reginald’s head smacked into the door behind him. Eyes locked they stood and breathed, even as their bodies searched for the next step in the dance.
“You are so,” Reginald started to say. He stopped to hear what Bertie had said at the same time.
“Your eyes are,” Bertie stopped for the same reason, and smiled joyfully at this bit of silliness
“Beautiful!” They said together, before kissing away any further attempts at speaking. Reginald found a new skill; undressing another person without letting them out of an embrace. Bertie found that source of perpetual joy he knew existed. He’d searched all his life for a reason to be as happy as he seemed, and now he was looking up at a mostly dressed Jeeves from where he sat on the side of a bed.
“When did I get to the bed?” Bertie asked, but he wasn’t concerned with the answer when Jeeves pulled off his princely finery. When Jeeves was down to his underclothes, Bertie scooted back onto the bed. Jeeves seemed to hesitate, talking himself into dropping those underclothes, before he did so. As quickly as he could, Jeeves climbed onto the bed and sat beside Bertie. It wasn’t fast enough, because Bertie got a good look at naked, erect Jeeves. “What am I going to do with that?”
Jeeves pulled back from the kiss he was aiming at Bertie. “Pardon me, Sir?”
“Oh, it’s not you, love! It’s me, I don’t have any idea, with, well, um.” A deep breath to end the stammering, and Bertie tried again. “Take a stallion and a filly. They’re not shy, and it’s easy to see part a goes into socket b and whatnot. I’ve not done this with a human filly, mind you, but I have a general idea. You, not so much.”
“I understand the difficulty, as I have not studied this area, anymore than you have.”
“What? You don’t know all about this?”
“No. It wasn’t a priority. I expected to marry for the benefit of my kingdom, not someone I desired.”
“Oh. I see. So what do we do?”
“We have fun figuring it out.”
“Excellent idea, love!”
Gangly arms shot out and encircled Jeeves, who was smiling as he leaned in to kiss Bertie. Falling to his side on the mattress, with Bertie securely in his arms, Jeeves laid them down with the intention of caressing every inch of Bertie. Instead he found his right hand on Bertie’s cock, which made Bertie arch and moan. Jeeves experimented, squeezing, stroking, and seeing what move got which reaction out of Bertie. He was so beautifully expressive that Jeeves knew he’d never enjoyed an experiment more! Teasing the vein on the underside with his right hand, Jeeves let his left thumb trace over the head of Bertie’s cock. Bertie tried to say something, but moaned instead. Reginald watched Bertie splatter his stomach, but kept his hand moving until Bertie’s spasms stopped.
“Jeeves?” Bertie’s voice was soft, his expression dazed when he looked up to speak.
“Yes, love?”
“You’re a natural.”
“Thank you, I’m sure.”
“How soon can we do that again?”
“As I haven’t done it yet, it may be quite a while.”
“Right! I should help you with that.”
“I’ve fixed it before, and you seem to need your rest.”
“Tish, Jeeves!”
“Tish, Sir?”
“And tosh, that’s the stuff of nonsense.”
With a noticeable effort Bertie wrenched his focus to Jeeves. Half of his mouth was curved as Bertie watched Jeeves, his Jeeves, looking so happy. Reginald forgot to notice what he was feeling when a hand that wasn’t his touched his cock. Bertie moved both hands and set to play with enthusiasm. It was strange and wonderful, and Reginald still couldn’t believe Bertie would do this for him. He came, and found Bertie cuddled up to him when he came down. Reginald wanted to say something, but a soft murmur had him look to Bertie. The man was asleep, with a huge smile on his face. Jeeves smiled, and pulled Bertie to him.
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Chapter 3
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 2/2
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Characters/Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SLASH Will need a toothbrush to prevent cavities from the sweetness, and Jeeves gets a little OoC, but a Prince doesn't have the same restrictions a Valet does.
Summary: As I said before, Dutch oral storytelling tradition is being tarnished;)
Disclaimer: All monies made will go to seducing people to the world of Wodehouse, even if it means making them watch the Fry and Laurie DVD’s.
Author's Notes: Not beta'd, so all mistakes do belong to me. Happy Birthday to toodlepipsigner, may the incoming be better than the outgoing!
Chapter 1
Reginald knew the situation was untenable, but that didn’t stop him from trying to make it last. He had breakfast and lunch with his Uncle, but avoided supper and after supper meetings where the bard would play. In his room, he could read and work on his projects, while listening to Bertie. Skilled on the piano, Bertie could also turn his hand to any of the other instruments available. Reginald would have been jealous, as he’d always wanted such a skill, but Bertie was too nice to hold negative feelings for.
Jeeves would arrive in Bertie’s room after lunch, supposedly to clean things. Somehow, they’d wind up spending the afternoon together. The first few days it had been a tour of an aspect of the castle or kingdom, but as the days past, no reason was needed. Jeeves would work on small projects or read, while Bertie practiced on his instruments. Occasionally Bertie began to play a certain tune, but he’d refuse to talk about it if Jeeves asked. So Jeeves just let Bertie play whatever he wanted, and only remark on the quality when Bertie was done for the afternoon.
It was a pleasing routine; with Reginald’s only worry being the end he knew had to come. When a messenger arrived, bearing news of an approaching prince, Jeeves knew he had to tell Bertie the truth. Jeeves went to collect Bertie for their afternoon together, but stood with his hands behind his back to speak. Bertie noticed the posture and sat in a chair before asking.
“Something up, old horse?”
“A messenger arrived this morning, and a prince will be arriving tomorrow.”
“And you want me to vacate the room? No problem!”
“Well, yes, but that’s not all.” Bertie was up on his feet and gathering his things, and apparently didn’t hear the end of Jeeves’ statement.
“I’m just glad you didn’t get in trouble. I know you said you wouldn’t, but you’re very polite and might have just said that to protect me.” As Bertie continued to chatter, Jeeves moved to gather up his clothes. The two outfits Jeeves had brought Bertie that first day had grown, each time Jeeves had seen something appropriate. When their arms were full, they walked together to the servants quarters. Jeeves put Bertie’s clothes away in a much smaller dresser and told him where the communal bathroom was. Jeeves was working up the courage, again, to say what he had to, when Bertie sat on the edge of the bed.
“When it’s time for me to leave, would you come with me Jeeves?” Bertie was speaking to the floor between his feet, but startled Reginald into forgetting what he was about to say.
“You don’t have to leave, you can be the official court bard.”
“I don’t want to leave, I like it here with you. I mean, in this kingdom. But something will go wrong, and I’ll have to leave.” There was a plaintive note in Bertie’s voice, which Reginald hated. He crossed the room to kneel before Bertie and ease that melancholy.
“No, Bertie. You don’t have to leave. I’m honored that you would ask me to go with you. But I have to tell you something about me, something that will make you think less of me.” Bertie laughed at that, relaxing in his relief. He looked up at last, to smile directly at Jeeves.
“Nothing could do that, you’re bally marvelous!”
The trust, respect and awe leveled at Reginald was a heady combination, making him drunk in an instant. There was no other reason he could think of that he leaned forward and kissed Bertie. Reginald didn’t give his physical wants much consideration, so it was completely natural that one kiss should shred his dignity, at least that’s what he’d tell himself later. For now, he fell onto those lips as if starved for touch. There was a moments hesitation and then a very enthusiastic Bertie was kissing him back. Arms clashed as they tried to find a way to wrap around each other and noses bumped repeatedly. They did find a place where it was the exact opposite of awkward and thinking was unnecessary.
Reginald would have happily stayed there forever, but Bertie was leaning off the bed. His foot slid a little, and Bertie was sliding off the bed. Reginald caught him and set him back on the edge, but the spell was broken. Reginald remembered what he’d come to tell Bertie, and how stupid it was to admit to his desire for Bertie at this time. Lurching up and onto his feet, Reginald fled from the room. He would have run, but he needed the time to think about where to go.
His lips weren’t the only part of him trying to engage in physical activity with Bertie and he couldn’t traverse the castle with that guiding his way. He made it to the communal wash room of the male servants unobserved, but only because most servants were working during the afternoon. By the time he was presentable, Reginald had decided where to go and set off to find his Uncle Charlie. The number of cases brought before the court decided how long it would last, so Reginald would check there first.
Bertie’s recovery from the kiss had been shorter, helped along by his general confusion. He had questions that his anatomy claimed there were answers to, but he didn’t have a clue what they were. What did two blokes do after kissing like that? Whatever it was, Bertie really hoped fleeing wasn’t part of it! The regret on Jeeves’ face had been so unlike him, that Bertie stood, and set out to find an answer. He didn’t know where Jeeves’ room was or even what his official title was, which made it a difficult job. Still, he knew Jeeves, and Jeeves liked to keep things tidy. Grinning, Bertie decided Jeeves would be cleaning out the guest room so recently vacated, and headed that way. Bertie did run, but who expects to turn a corner and run into a king?
King Charles was a dignified man in his mid sixties, but he was still a pretty solid presence. Rubbing at his chest, Bertie held his right hand out to help the King back to his feet. “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty! I’m a clumsy goof on the best of days, and I wasn’t watching where I was going today.”
“I’m fine, Bertie, just don’t make a habit of it.”
“What? Oh, that’s very funny.”
“Bertie, you seem distracted.”
“I was just looking for somebody, guess I overlooked you while looking for him.”
“Oh?” King Charles seemed to think on this statement, but came to a conclusion quickly. “Walk with me Bertie. I’m just going to my room to change out of my courtly robes for supper.”
Bertie hesitated, but he wasn’t known for telling regular people no, let alone a king and employer. Besides, after having collided with the man, making sure he stayed all right was the least Bertie could do!
“So, young bard, have you heard the news?” Bertie’s face radiated panic, as for one blind second he thought King Charles was referring to the kiss! Jeeves was too private a person to ever tell, though, so Bertie was calmed. “Your audience is expanding, as a new prince comes tomorrow.”
“What’s he coming for?” It was an innocent question that kept either of them from thinking of why Bertie had been running down the corridor.
“To court Reginald, my nephew and heir.” At the king’s words, Bertie tripped over something, air perhaps. He was blushing when he looked back up at the king.
“You’d really allow your kingdom to be ruled by two blokes, together?”
“A happy king takes better care of his people, and that’s what it’s all about.”
“My aunts would hate you! Um, no offense meant, but they thought happiness was overrated. At least when it came to deciding things about my life; they seemed pretty happy.”
“Why did they decide for you?”
“Oh, my parents died when I was little, so my aunts raised me and my sister. She married a strong willed man who had their approval, so I went traveling. They’re bound to be happier without me.”
“I doubt that, you seem to bring joy wherever you are. Look how happy my nephew has been since you’ve been here.”
“I don’t think you can give me credit for that, I don’t think I’ve even met him.” King Charles frown of sympathy turned to confusion at this statement.
“He didn’t come tell you to move out of the guest room this afternoon?”
“No, Jeeves did. And I’m thrilled to go. I’m sorry, but that’s the worst bed I’ve ever slept in! Last two weeks I’ve slept in the bathtub.” Bertie turned his grinning face to the King to share the joke, but he’d stopped walking about two steps back. “Sir, are you sure I didn’t hurt you when I ran into you?”
“Didn’t Jeeves change out the bed when you told him that?”
“He never asked me how I slept. Usually he came in the afternoon anyway. Why, does it matter?”
King Charles spent some time thinking about that, before answering with a smile and regal gesture. “Just a desire to make our important guests comfortable. I hope you have a great night’s sleep tonight, and will be ready to impress the Prince who’s coming.”
“I’ll do my best, your Majesty.”
“Go Bertie, get back to whatever you were doing before I interrupted you.”
“Yes, Sir!” Bertie was off and running before he finished his reply. There was something significant about the prince’s arrival, and he needed Jeeves to explain it to him. And that kissing thing!
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Finding his uncle had dismissed court for the day, Reginald had to turn around and go back to the living quarters of the castle. Uncle Charles liked to change out of his regal robes as quickly as possible, claiming the cloth was trying to drown him. Reginald would have thought it was a physical manifestation of the problems that Charles struggled with, but the man was given to fits of whimsy. Knocking on his chamber door, Reginald was met with a quick call to enter. Uncle Charlie was dressed and putting on his shoes when he looked up at Reginald.
“Something you need?” He was smiling when he said it, but Reginald didn’t pause to think about it. Sometimes, he had to push past over-thinking things and say what needed to be said.
“Do you remember, back before we decided on the pea test? You offered to change the law so I could marry anybody, instead of a royal and I declined.”
“I remember.” When no other words seemed forthcoming, Reginald considered his uncle was being deliberately obtuse. Pushing the thought away, Reginald continued.
“I would like to take you up on that offer.”
“Look my boy, just because he can tap out a few tunes on the piano doesn’t mean he’d be good for your kingdom.”
“What? Bertie is everything you wanted me to be and he’d be perfect for any kingdom! He’s kind, generous and more concerned with other people than himself. He reminds me to enjoy life, instead of just making it through another day!”
“I know, Reginald. I’m old, but I’d have to be dead not to see the way you’ve come alive since he’s been here.” Somewhere between angry and confused, the look Reginald gave him demanded an answer. “For Bertie’s sake, I wanted to make sure you knew why he’d be good for you. But that kind of change in the law will take time, so we must treat tomorrow’s prince the same as the others. See to it.”
“Yes, Sir.” A slight bow and Reginald turned to follow out his uncle’s instructions. But he cleaned the room and put fresh linens on the bed with his mind in a whirl. By the time he left the room, he knew he would have to talk to Bertie before he got rid of any of the thoughts that cluttered up his mind. Fortunately, royalty was notorious for their lack of punctuality. The messenger told them to expect the prince at lunch, so they’d have most of the afternoon to talk. After breakfast Reginald would talk with Bertie and beg his forgiveness. If Bertie felt half of what Reginald did, they’d find a way!
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Naturally, this prince would defy the standard and bounds of a polite society by showing up before breakfast. When informed that the household was still preparing for breakfast, the man insisted on a tour of the kitchens and gardens. A very proper Prince Reginald and King Charles, dressed to impress, were waiting on the man to be escorted to the breakfast room. He entered with enthusiasm, and smiled through the formal introductions. After bowing to Reginald, he clasped their hands together.
“Long have I heard of a wondrous place, where clean water flows in even the kitchen! I looked for years, only in passing to hear of a young prince in search of love. Anatole knew, in his heart and soul, that our quests would be solved in each other. I, the world’s greatest chef and Prince of the Gauls, am awed by your genius!”
Reginald now knew he liked being appreciated, and he enjoyed the emotional openness of Bertie. So, he really should like this prince instead of feeling his skin crawl where they touched. “Prince Anatole, you are most welcome to join us for breakfast. I would be interested in learning how our simple fare compares with the delights of your kingdom.”
Anatole was a clever, articulate conversationalist, even after they’d moved away from discussing food. Though to achieve this, Reginald had to escort the chef as far from anything food related as he could without leaving the extensive castle grounds. Reginald also grew to accept Anatole was a man a strong feelings, who wasn’t averse to sharing them. He complemented the food at lunch, but didn’t eat much of it. Sensing the unspoken request, Reginald asked if Anatole would do them the honor of preparing them a dish. He’d agreed readily, but begged Reginald to join him. Reginald tried to politely refuse, but Anatole didn’t get the subtle hint, saying he’d need all available help for the supper he had in mind.
Planning on sending Bertie a note of explanation, Reginald walked with Anatole toward the kitchen. The kitchen door had only just opened when Anatole began speaking of the assets of the kitchen, so Reginald’s head was turned toward him until a clattering noise changed his focus. Bertie was standing by the servants’ entrance, the remains of his lunch splattering his pant legs, broken plate at his feet. The broken remains of his heart were leaking out of his eyes, as he stared at Reginald in his princely clothes. Reginald took a step toward him, and Bertie turned and fled. The servants knelt and began cleaning up the mess, effectively blocking Reginald from following for several moments. By the time he’d entered the corridor, not even the echo of Bertie’s boots on stone floors remained.
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Bertie hadn’t been in his room, but his instruments were. Knowing he’d come back for those, Reginald set guards on the room to inform Bertie that Reginald wished to speak with him. Then, because searching by himself would be inefficient and not because he was desperate to explain, Reginald set the palace guards and servants to find Bertie. He told them all he’d be in the kitchen, knowing well his duty to visiting royalty. Anatole was careful not to ask what that had been about, instead doing his best to engage Reginald in the art of cooking.
When the meal was simmering, or developing flavor as Anatole called it, they finally left the kitchen. Reginald had to tell the head cook, who’d watched Anatole with awe, his plans for the evening. During the walk to the guest room, Reginald repeated the news to anybody he met who might have been searching for Bertie. Once Anatole was in his room, Reginald retreated to his own. As he changed for supper, Reginald reevaluated his assumptions.
He’d believed Bertie would come back for his musical instruments, but what if he didn’t? What if he had left after lunch, never to hear the explanation Reginald had. Would the reasons matter where emotions were involved? By the kiss they’d shared, Reginald believed emotions were involved, but perhaps Bertie wasn’t sufficiently interested to get over the betrayal. Before Bertie, Reginald would have accepted Anatole with pleasure. Intelligent, articulate and having an actual skill, Anatole was far superior to most suitors Reginald had entertained. But now, after Bertie, Reginald knew he’d be settling for, and resent, anyone less than Bertie. A final look in the mirror and Reginald decided. He’d explain to Anatole and wait for Bertie to turn up. If Bertie was gone, or could not see past the lies, and Anatole was willing, Reginald would marry Anatole. Regents had survived worse marriages for their countries.
Supper was so mouth watering good, even though Reginald didn’t have an appetite, that King Charles couldn’t keep asking about news from other kingdoms as he had at other meals. Instead he sat at the head of the table and moaned with each bite. Anatole was proud of his cooking, but being justified in it brought up his estimation in Reginald’s mind. When they retired to the sitting room, the lump in Reginald’s throat wouldn’t let him speak. The lump only grew when he saw Bertie was there, but refusing to look at him. Guards waited at all the exits, so Reginald knew he’d get a chance to talk. He didn’t know if he’d get Bertie to listen with strong arm tactics, but he had to try.
Once they were seated, Bertie gave a very proper bow and sat at the piano. He played automatically, without any of the soul that Reginald had heard from his room, two stories up! Forgetting Anatole, his uncle and his responsibilities, Reginald carried his after dinner drink up to the piano. Setting it on the top of the piano, Reginald sat beside Bertie. Startled, Bertie stopped playing, even as he tried to not see the man sitting next to him. Carefully, Reginald worked his way through the melody Bertie didn’t talk about. He found the right notes and his tempo was accurate, but the whole room was glad when he quit. Turning to see Bertie’s profile, Reginald spoke for him alone.
“My Mother was an accomplished player and tried to teach me. I can hit the notes, but I can’t make music. Do you understand the difference?” Bertie turned to him with a frown, but figuring that was better than being ignored, Reginald continued. “I joked with my Mother that I couldn’t play musically because my soul was too technical. But in truth, I didn’t have a soul until I met you. I might not be able to create music, but you do that for me.”
“If you like me, why did you mock me?”
“Mock? How did I mock you? I betrayed you by lying about my name and position in the household.”
“Perhaps,” sounded a voice that made both men jump. They’d forgotten about their audience! Enjoying their response, King Charles let them focus on him before continuing. “Perhaps, I can explain that. Bertie, Reginald wasn’t mocking you, he honestly didn’t know.”
“Really? I was afraid the whole world knew, or knew enough to figure it out.” Reginald had long known he didn’t like not knowing something, so this conversation had him sitting even straighter on the bench.
“Reginald, why did you give him the pea test?”
“What? I didn’t, I completely forgot about that! I put him in that room to better soak off the dirt of travel.”
“Please what is this pea test? Are your peas defective in some way?” Anatole chimed in, fearing he was losing the conversation during translation.
“One moment, and I will explain all, Prince Anatole.” There was something regal about King Charles in that statement, so everybody waited for him to continue. “That law you asked me to change Reginald, allowing you to marry whomever you wished? I wrote it up about two weeks ago, when I figured out who was making you happy. Imagine my surprise yesterday, when I discovered I didn’t have to. Bertie passed the pea test.”
“I didn’t do anything to your peas!” Bertie was more frustrated than angry, but still blushed under the intensity of Reginald’s gaze.
“Bertram, Anatole, we designed the pea test to weed out impostors. If I wasn’t convinced that both of you gentlemen were genuine royalty, I wouldn’t be telling you about it. Essentially, we made the bed uncomfortable, looking for people who would admit to it. Bertie slept in the bathtub for two weeks to avoid sleeping on the bed, but was such a distraction to Reginald’s brain that they never talked about it. Anatole, I’m sorry. A month ago, I would have approved of you, but now I find Bertie is the only one I can tie to Reginald.”
“You say he is royalty, but I do not see it. Pretty enough, yes, but royal?”
King Charles let Reginald turn to face him again before answering. “Bertram is the crown prince of Yaxley, who abdicated the throne in favor of his sister.”
“Yes, I know! Even in Gaul this was remarkable. Said his sister was smarter and more level headed. She married for an alliance and Bertram disappeared.” Anatole’s words confirmed the memory the names stirred in Reginald, so he spun around to appeal to Bertie.
“Bertie, you though I was playing dress up to mock you, criticize you for leaving your kingdom! I was so afraid you’d hate me for the lie, I didn’t even consider other reasons. I was tired of the artifice of respect and always being at an arm’s length because I was a prince. I thought you’d be formal, polite and so different if you knew who I was. I found I liked you too much as you were to risk losing it.”
“Oh, Jeeves! You’re so ele, elophant?”
“Eloquent, Sir?”
“That’s the one, and you’re double eloquent. I was terrified of having to leave, even after this afternoon I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you. All I can say is I love you.”
“That is more than adequate, Sir, as I love you too.” The kiss was little more than a pressing of lips when applause broke out behind them. Reminded, once again, that they weren’t alone, Bertie and Reginald turned to their audience. Anatole was applauding with a handkerchief in his hand and suspiciously damp eyes. King Charles wore a very not regal smirk. Standing, Reginald moved over to bow to Anatole. “Prince Anatole, I am sorry you have come all this way for nothing, but my heart is engaged elsewhere.”
“Prince Anatole of the Gauls, is jealous of both princes, but will not hinder them.” Anatole accompanied these words with an elegant flourish of his hand and King Charles laughed.
“Don’t feel bad Reginald. I sent him a note back with the messenger yesterday. Offered him a reward if he’d blatantly court you to force you to confront your feelings about Bertie.” Another smirk was directed at Reginald’s shocked face, which to most of the world would have looked only stern, before Charles turned to Anatole. “So what reward would you prefer, Prince?”
“Only what I came to beg for, running water in a castle! I want fresh water brought to my kitchens, so we can clean food and hands before we cook. Anatole does not appreciate bugs in his produce!” Bertie laughed from the piano bench and Anatole smiled at the sound. “I have brought several master builders to study your system. While they learn, I will prepare a wedding feast to make you cry with joy. Fitting, I think, for the union you will have. You will cry, but cry together and always will you find joy when you are together.”
“Jeeves, are we getting married then?”
“If you will have me, Bertram.”
“Good, because I have some questions I want you to answer. About what happened the other day, when I moved rooms.”
“After the wedding!” King Charles was speaking with the full weight of his crown behind him. Bertie blushed crimson, thinking he’d been subtle in what he’d said. “We must observe the proprieties after all.”
“Naturally, Uncle.” Reginald replied and Bertie tried to hide his disappointment. He was really curious about whatever came after those toe curling kisses! “If I might take the liberty, Bertie does need to be moved to more appropriate quarters. Plus, some changes must be made to the guest room, before Prince Anatole retires for the evening.”
“Quite true, Reginald. Please see to it.” King Charles turned to talk to Anatole for a while longer, noting the chaste way Reginald took Bertie’s elbow to lead him from the room. Once they were in the corridor, Reginald told the nearest servant to find assistance and remove the bottom mattress in the guest room. Turning a corner, Reginald and Bertie were at last alone. Unobserved by a third party, Reginald slid a arm around Bertie’s waist.
“Proprieties must be observed, but when we are unobserved proprieties can go hang.” Bertie laughed and clapped a hand over his mouth. He suddenly didn’t want to attract any attention from anybody, except Jeeves. The thing he needed to tell pushed away his laughter and Bertie dropped his hand.
“That song, the one you played in there? I, um, sort of wrote that.” Bertie was blushing and speaking to his shoes. “I was trying to make something as musical as your voice.”
Reginald couldn’t let himself look at Bertie after that statement, it would break his willpower. Instead, he pulled Bertie to his rooms. What they did behind that closed door, was unobserved by anyone interested in propriety. Jeeves locked the door behind him with trembling hands. He turned to put those hands on Bertie, but Bertie pounced on him too quickly. Automatically, they seemed to find that place where kissing was beautiful and fun, no trace of awkwardness. Reginald forgot he had hands, until they touched Bertie’s skin. Bertie gasped, and Reginald’s head smacked into the door behind him. Eyes locked they stood and breathed, even as their bodies searched for the next step in the dance.
“You are so,” Reginald started to say. He stopped to hear what Bertie had said at the same time.
“Your eyes are,” Bertie stopped for the same reason, and smiled joyfully at this bit of silliness
“Beautiful!” They said together, before kissing away any further attempts at speaking. Reginald found a new skill; undressing another person without letting them out of an embrace. Bertie found that source of perpetual joy he knew existed. He’d searched all his life for a reason to be as happy as he seemed, and now he was looking up at a mostly dressed Jeeves from where he sat on the side of a bed.
“When did I get to the bed?” Bertie asked, but he wasn’t concerned with the answer when Jeeves pulled off his princely finery. When Jeeves was down to his underclothes, Bertie scooted back onto the bed. Jeeves seemed to hesitate, talking himself into dropping those underclothes, before he did so. As quickly as he could, Jeeves climbed onto the bed and sat beside Bertie. It wasn’t fast enough, because Bertie got a good look at naked, erect Jeeves. “What am I going to do with that?”
Jeeves pulled back from the kiss he was aiming at Bertie. “Pardon me, Sir?”
“Oh, it’s not you, love! It’s me, I don’t have any idea, with, well, um.” A deep breath to end the stammering, and Bertie tried again. “Take a stallion and a filly. They’re not shy, and it’s easy to see part a goes into socket b and whatnot. I’ve not done this with a human filly, mind you, but I have a general idea. You, not so much.”
“I understand the difficulty, as I have not studied this area, anymore than you have.”
“What? You don’t know all about this?”
“No. It wasn’t a priority. I expected to marry for the benefit of my kingdom, not someone I desired.”
“Oh. I see. So what do we do?”
“We have fun figuring it out.”
“Excellent idea, love!”
Gangly arms shot out and encircled Jeeves, who was smiling as he leaned in to kiss Bertie. Falling to his side on the mattress, with Bertie securely in his arms, Jeeves laid them down with the intention of caressing every inch of Bertie. Instead he found his right hand on Bertie’s cock, which made Bertie arch and moan. Jeeves experimented, squeezing, stroking, and seeing what move got which reaction out of Bertie. He was so beautifully expressive that Jeeves knew he’d never enjoyed an experiment more! Teasing the vein on the underside with his right hand, Jeeves let his left thumb trace over the head of Bertie’s cock. Bertie tried to say something, but moaned instead. Reginald watched Bertie splatter his stomach, but kept his hand moving until Bertie’s spasms stopped.
“Jeeves?” Bertie’s voice was soft, his expression dazed when he looked up to speak.
“Yes, love?”
“You’re a natural.”
“Thank you, I’m sure.”
“How soon can we do that again?”
“As I haven’t done it yet, it may be quite a while.”
“Right! I should help you with that.”
“I’ve fixed it before, and you seem to need your rest.”
“Tish, Jeeves!”
“Tish, Sir?”
“And tosh, that’s the stuff of nonsense.”
With a noticeable effort Bertie wrenched his focus to Jeeves. Half of his mouth was curved as Bertie watched Jeeves, his Jeeves, looking so happy. Reginald forgot to notice what he was feeling when a hand that wasn’t his touched his cock. Bertie moved both hands and set to play with enthusiasm. It was strange and wonderful, and Reginald still couldn’t believe Bertie would do this for him. He came, and found Bertie cuddled up to him when he came down. Reginald wanted to say something, but a soft murmur had him look to Bertie. The man was asleep, with a huge smile on his face. Jeeves smiled, and pulled Bertie to him.
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Chapter 3
