Title: Dresses are a Man's Best Friend
Pairing: Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit m/m content; cross dressing
Notes: Apologies for the cringe-worthy title, haha. This little story branches off from/was inspired by the insanely talented Gigi_Sinclair's haute couture on ao3. I highly recommend it!
"Your...obsession is becoming quite alarming," Thomas said, eyes utterly fixated upon the man in front of him. He sat in the wooden chair by his desk, a smoldering cigarette held near his mouth.
Jimmy merely smirked and turned in a full circle. The motion sent ruffled lace fanning out about his body, delicately swishing into place when he paused, a slight cock to his hips. "You like it."
Thomas arched a brow, feigning indifference. He would never openly admit it but yes, he liked it quite a bit. Jimmy could pull off women's clothing very well indeed. The radiant blond in question donned a white dress, his waist outlined perfectly as the plunging neckline tapered to a fitting pinch, ivory bodice stretched tightly over his chest. Underneath, a layered skirt swept out above his knees, webbed with delicate designs made of a lacy material that provided a startling but attractive contrast to his golden skin. Thomas had naught a clue how Jimmy managed to procure the intricate and definitely feminine apparel; he certainly learned long ago to cease asking. He waved a hand in the air, dismissing Jimmy's confident reply.
Jimmy took it as an invitation to not-so-daintily plop himself down in Thomas's lap. He wound his arms around the other man's neck and the beginnings of a smile quirked at his lips. "Aren't I one of the loveliest creatures you've ever seen, though?"
The under-butler brought his cigarette between his lips and puffed it thoughtfully, his calm exterior masking the how his senses were going into overdrive. Jimmy's warm body had a citrusy fragrance about him, crisp and enticing. Thomas exhaled upward, dusting the air with the silvery smoke. "No."
Jimmy frowned, eyebrows furrowed inquisitively. He plucked Thomas's cigarette from its perch, ready to hold it captive until the older man surrendered. "Beg your pardon? Because while you may remain stoic with your tone of distaste, your, ah... shall we say, more physical attributes imply otherwise." His mouth widened into a triumphant grin.
"Not 'one of', but the, m'love," Thomas murmured, leaning in to gently mouth at Jimmy's exposed shoulder. "You are the loveliest creature I've ever had the pleasure of viewing."
"Mmm," Jimmy hummed, raising the cigarette to take a drag. He felt a tingling sensation spread inside his body when Thomas's fingers slid along his sides and over his chest, tracing the flat expanse. "I thought as much."
"Take it off," Thomas whispered between caresses. "So that I may appreciate you fully."
Jimmy leaned over to dab the cigarette against a glass ashtray he had bought for Thomas in Ripon. When he settled back, a small smile played against his lips. "Who's to say I'm completely, utterly bare beneath this?"
Thomas's breath caught, and he trailed a hand down, gently lifting the gauzy skirt and skating his fingertips along Jimmy's leg. Stockings.
The blond caught his lips (and attention, briefly) in a series of kisses, mouth parting to accommodate Thomas's own. They slid their tongues together, engaging in a vague battle for dominance. Jimmy breathlessly pulled away, biting Thomas's lower lip teasingly.
Thomas returned to his earlier ministrations, taking a handful of the dress and attempting to peer under the rows of lace. Jimmy swatted him away with laughter. "No, you wanker! You'll make me blush."
"'Wanker'? So unladylike." Thomas observed. He dodged another swat, smirking.
"I don't aim to be a lady. Just prettier," Jimmy pointed out, moving into a straddling position. The new angle allowed for the dress to sweep across his thighs, leaving a band of exposed skin. He raked his fingers through Thomas's dark hair, disheveling it with glee. "I love your hair when it's all fluffed out. Makes you look half-way human for once." He punctuated his words with a press of a kiss to the crown of Thomas's head.
"Suppose," Thomas practically purred up at him, "-we move this elsewhere?" His fingers grazed below to cup at the curve of Jimmy's backside, giving a suggestive squeeze.
Jimmy contemplated, his fingers moving downwards to outline Thomas's neck and shoulders, trailing further to unbutton his livery. As he started to help the other shrug off his dinner coat, he leaned in and murmured huskily, "I was thinking the desk."
Thomas groaned in response, his hands sliding up, then down from Jimmy's warm, exposed back to the ivory ruffles of the dress, privately desiring to divest the blond of it completely and just have him. 'But that would ruin the game.' Jimmy would surely chide him.
So he sat still, only shuddering when Jimmy's hand (quite talented, indeed) squeezed his thigh lightly, fingers dancing over the now-prominent bulge in his trousers. "My my, Mr. Barrow," Jimmy said in a low, reprimanding tone. "How ungentlemanly...how scandalous indeed."
That was all it took before Thomas connected his mouth
against Jimmy's, gathering him up into his arms and carrying him over to the wooden desk to set the smaller man down upon it. Thomas stood between his legs, which Jimmy hooked across his hips; a tight, delicious fit.
When Jimmy finally broke away for air, Thomas pressed a whisper of kisses against his flushed collarbone and slipped his hands under the dress to skirt them over the blond's knees and firm thighs. Rather than touching where the skin of Jimmy's erection would be, however, Thomas was met with a silken material. He glanced up with a judgemental arch to his brow, and Jimmy offered him a sheepish smile in return, wiping accumulated saliva away from his mouth with the back of a hand. "Go on, then," he encouraged with a roll of his hips. "-they're only underclothes."
Thomas pressed the heel of his palm against the flat of Jimmy's stomach, moving it down and discovering that oh yes, Jimmy was wearing a lady's unmentionables. Upon closer inspection, he discovered they were stark black with a white ribbon trim. He was uncertain as to whether he should laugh or cry or become even more aroused. The third option won him over for the time being.
"I cannot bring myself to believe you," he muttered against the offered crane of the blond's neck, gripping his erection in one hand, tracing his fingers along the hemline of the dress with his injured.
Jimmy arched into him, all breathless moans and slanted blue eyes. Thomas couldn't get over how alluring he was starting to find the whole situation. He had truly abhorred the idea at first; he figured he'd let Jimmy have his way with Lady Edith's nightie, as recondite as it was; assuming the first footman would grow bored of dressing up. But Jimmy had gladly proved his hypothesis wrong a few days later when Thomas walked in on him wearing naught but a pair of gloves and a gaudily scanty lingerie set. From there, Jimmy would treat him to a display each week, every article of clothing seemingly made to accentuate the curve of his neckline, his lithe figure, the narrow jut of his hips. Thomas appreciated the way Jimmy's wiry muscles would flex against the girlish clothes, how his masculine mannerisms overpowered the womanly material. Thomas bit his lower lip and hurriedly dismissed his wandering thoughts, focusing on pleasuring Jimmy. He squeezed and glided his fingertips up and down the younger male's cock, occasionally rolling his fingers under the other's testicles to elicit particularly pleasing noises.
The seated man rocked up into his hand, pace slowly growing in speed. "Yes-oh, yes please, oh Thomas-" He bunched up edges of the dress in his fists, squirming until he came with a soft, shuddering sigh.
The steady burn of desire settled into Thomas's abdomen as he watched Jimmy's expression transform from carnally lustful to listlessly spent. His gaze slid from Jimmy's flushed face to his chest, to down to between his legs, knowing that the lady's underwear was very likely damp with the blond's release. He idly fingered the buttons to his trousers as spikes of arousal prickled below his waist.
Jimmy sat, composed as he basked in his afterglow and smoothed out his dress with shaky hands. He looked at Thomas, chest heaving ever so visibly. "Care to have a go at me, then?" His azure eyes shone brilliantly.
Thomas pushed his trousers to pool around his ankles, an eyebrow quirked up. "You're ever the romantic, you are, the way you say such things."
"Please engage in coital affairs with me?" Jimmy tried, laughing. "Let us commence in fornicating with the utmost vigour?"
Thomas rolled his eyes and managed to curb a smile that threatened to appear.
Jimmy looked up through his lashes coquettishly, miserably failing to conceal his own half-grin. "Oh fine, then."
He lowered himself to the floor, leaning into Thomas for a brief spell, simply to enjoy the other man's existence. "It felt ever so nice," Jimmy pressed his lips to the cotton of Thomas's shirt. "The way you touched me," he clarified, but Thomas already understood perfectly. He understood because it felt ever so nice to touch Jimmy, to be the cause of his unfolding. His thoughts skirted over the word 'deflower' for a moment, and he touched his hand to the pleasant curve of Jimmy's cheek, musing that yes, 'deflower' suited the act he engaged the footman into.
"You're so restrained, though," Jimmy murmured, peering up at Thomas with an unreadable expression. He stepped away, allowing his fingertips to hover before sliding them down Thomas's stomach. Thomas swallowed thickly, restraining himself just as Jimmy said, and the blond dropped them to his sides.
Thomas closed his eyes, silently willing Jimmy to initiate further contact. All thoughts vanished from his stream of conscience when he heard Jimmy rooting around in his drawers. The sound of plastic twisting off glass caused Thomas blink, and he registered that Jimmy was smiling at him broadly, fingers smeared with the unmistakable translucent gel. He instinctively reddened.
"I took the liberty of getting myself ready for your grandiose arrival beforehand," Jimmy said, all casual tone and demeanor as if they were discussing the Parliament. "But let's get you all lacquered up, yes?" This must be the most ravishing conversation about the Parliament in the history of the world, Thomas thought. And I'm going completely mad.
He hooked his fingers under his long johns, laboriously tugging them down. Jimmy's slickly coated fingers were around his erection in a heartbeat, and Thomas bit back a moan, quickly ridding himself of his shirt.
If a year prior, had one felt the compulsion to inform Thomas that he would be standing stark naked with a man in a dress whom he was intimately involved with, Thomas would have sunk into the earth with ringing laughter.
However, he hardly found the time to dwell upon this moment of clarity when Jimmy was bending himself over the desk, chest to wood. He felt his whole face broil over with warmth. Steadily, Thomas ran his hands over the satiny fabric before him, slowly edging the hem of the dress up over Jimmy's hips; shimmying the tight fitting underwear to the male's thighs. He inhaled sharply, anticipating the moment of being inside Jimmy and enveloped with his heat.
He pressed himself over Jimmy's back, his lips touching the nape of his neck, and pushed in. Jimmy only gave a slight intake of breath and shuddered. Thomas began to draw back and forth, wrapping his fingers round Jimmy's hipbones for leverage.
"I'm not a girl, see," Jimmy muttered hoarsely over his shoulder, a faint blush stretched across his cheeks and nose. As if Thomas couldn't tell. "Do it rough, like. I can take it."
Thomas slid his hand to the small of Jimmy's back, pressing him down into the desk with force. The new angle allowed for him to fill Jimmy to the hilt. "Now that," Jimmy hissed, "-is what I mea-"
The blond cut himself off with a sharp gasp when Thomas thrust into him deeply, gripping his waist in a vice-like manner. A stack of worn books toppled over, hitting the floor in a series of soft thuds.
Jimmy's hands scrabbled for purchase, knocking bits of paper and boxes of candles to the side in order to grasp the edge of the desk as Thomas repeatedly slid into him, each time further and harder.
"Unh, mmm, yes," he moaned aloud, pressing back against and into Thomas. Each snap of Thomas's hips was accompanied by the faint rustling of Jimmy's dress, growing more rumpled by the second.
Thomas panted harshly by Jimmy's ear, thrusting in earnest now. A bubble of heat began to coil about his nether regions, causing him to accelerate his movements. Jimmy's legs quivered, prompting Thomas to pull him against his chest for support. They stumbled to the floor and managed to clamber atop the cot in one piece, Jimmy only losing a stocking in the process.
Thomas pushed into the pliant blond beneath him once more, the rough press of his hips onto Jimmy's surely chaffing against the blond's erection. All too soon the familiar uncoiling of heat rushed from his abdomen, and Thomas hastily abandoned his erratic rhythm, pulling out and grasping Jimmy by the backs of his knees.
"Wha-" Jimmy gave a soft grunt of protest when Thomas raised his legs. His scowl quickly morphed into a grin of Cheshire proportions, however. The footman arched up, the bends of his legs coming to rest against Thomas's shoulders, ankles crossed behind his back. Before Thomas could start to press into him again, Jimmy placed a hand to his chest. "Tell me things," he murmured. "Tell me what you're thinking when we fuck like animals."
"Ah," Thomas took on a pained expression, partly because of his need for release and the other half stemming from discomfort of the notion. He let out a ragged breath. "Must I?"
Jimmy settled back comfortably into the pillows, nodding. "It gets me off," he said, bluntly.
Thomas, unable to deny Jimmy of anything, gave a curt nod. "Right," he said, as if 'right' was a proper warm-up to the task. Jimmy was usually the talker, not him. He preferred it that way; even if he could put words to poetry, nothing of this earth could describe what he felt for Jimmy. But then again he wants nothing to do with poetry, Thomas reminded himself. Just bloody dirty talk.
He gave a shallow thrust into Jimmy's entrance, leaning close to mutter, "I'm thinking of how desperate you must be for me."
"Yes," Jimmy agreed softly.
"And how I always am for you. Some nights," Thomas continued before he gave a pause, revelling in the way Jimmy moved against him, meeting his every thrust. "-some nights, I just want to have you right against the piano, the keys making beautiful music as you're pushed into them repeatedly, making you sing for me."
"Mmm, more please," Jimmy answered, shallow gasps leaving his throat each time Thomas rutted up inside him.
"Yes, and letting you have your way with me; perhaps in a proper bed upstairs."
Jimmy writhed below Thomas wantonly, libidinously groaning at the images the raven-haired man brought to his mind.
"Or," Thomas whispered, simultaneously searching the depths of his mind for the big finale. He allowed for a smirk to surface along his features. "I imagine, mmmn, taking you in my mouth right outside in, ah, broad daylight..."
Jimmy babbled something in response, hips bucking up as he came, slurring out a, "Yes, Thomaspleaseohyes...!"
The under-butler bent his head low, picking up his pace. "Right...in front of...the whole...house!" He gasped out, a twitch wracking throughout his body before he released.
Jimmy whimpered, his legs limply slipping off from Thomas's shoulders to splay apart at his sides. Thomas pressed one last kiss to Jimmy's bruised lips before sinking into the mattress, utterly exhausted. After a moment, Jimmy rolled away from the cot and brought a hand to the front of the dress, untucking ribbons and unhooking the fitted bodice to slide out if it. A relieved sigh escaped him, and the blond slid under the covers, warm and naked against Thomas.
Thomas hummed softly and turned to face Jimmy, his cheek pressed against other's damp forehead, encircling his waist with an embrace.
"That was just marvellous, Thomas," Jimmy said and smiled, pressing a finger into Thomas's lips. Thomas, eyes still closed, absently kissed along the offered digit and made a 'hm' sound. He heard a faint rustling as Jimmy bent over to retrieve something from under the cramped bed.
"This matches your eyes," Jimmy murmured. "You'll do very nicely in it, indeed."
Thomas frowned and blinked said eyes open, catching sight of a pale, blue frilly dress and an exultant Jimmy holding it up.
He will never understand that man.