a/n: sorry for such a disgustingly late update! Also, warning for some creepy ass slash. It sort of took a direction I wasn't anticipating, but oh well. Never written anything slashy before, so sorry if it's not as um slash-tastic(?) as you would like. As always, thanks for taking the time to read, follow, review and all that good stuff.
Jimmy dragged Thomas by the hand up the stair case to the servant's quarters, oblivious, or maybe just ignoring, the fact that Thomas was slowing down, and had to stop every so often to catch his breath.
"Hurry up!" Jimmy frowned, tugging at Thomas' outstretched limb, pulling him in an upwards direction, encouraging him to continue walking the stairs up into his bedroom.
"Wait a minute!" Thomas growled, unimpressed by being rushed. Smoothing out his angrily contorted features, he let his face fall into an expression of mild drowsiness, before continuing in a calmer manner.
"Jus' need to catch me breath a sec'" the under butler went on, worming his hand out of jimmy's grasp, to bend over, both hands rested on his bent knees, gasping in deep breaths.
"There'll be time for rest when we're done! Anyway you promised me that you were mine to use and abuse for the day, remember!" Jimmy said with a proud smirk.
Still trying to steady his breaths, Thomas looked up from his place a few stairs down and shot him a peeved look.
"Don't push it James. Look, I agreed to spend the day with you, but really, I'm tired, okay-and…just let me go at my own pace" Thomas said wearily. Normally, jimmy would have felt sympathy for the older man, but at that moment he was happy to let his increasing need for contact cloud his better judgement.
10 minutes later they arrived at Jimmy's bedroom, slowing push the door open and shoving Thomas in with the hand on his lower back.
"We'll do it in my room as your rooms a disgusting mess,-" Jimmy said strutting over to the bed and pulling out the sheets, scrunching them up into a huddle at the end of the cot, as he pushed them aside. "-and there's no way I'm getting naked in your room if I have a choice, Thomas-" Jimmy said, turning to look at the under butler, who still stood by the door, clutching the wall for dear life.
"Thomas, are you even listening?" The footman went on, crossing his arms over his chest, a sultry expression taking over his face.
"Jimmy, I don't think I'm gonna be up for it tonight, I'm sorry, I-"
"Of course you're up for it, you ain't gonna get away from me that easily!" quickly walking forward to grasp Thomas' hand, pulling him forward with such vigour that he began to stumble towards the bed. In such a state of exhaustion and lifelessness, Thomas didn't even react to the fall, his head colliding with the metal frame of the bed with a loud thud.
Jimmy buzzed over to the side of him, yanking him up by his arms, and plonking him down to lie horizontally on the bed, his legs hanging off the lower edge of the mattress.
Drunk on desire, jimmy collapsed to lie on the other man, causing Thomas to let out a "eurghh" at the sudden weight being dropped upon his torso. Jimmy was basically shaking with energy and lust, as Thomas lie underneath him lathered and fatigue, feeling too weak to put up a fuss.
Shifting his body to lie straight, he situated himself to sit over Thomas' crotch, fumbling with the buttons to Thomas suit jacket, making hasty progress, and eventually pulling Thomas up by the collar of his shirt to slide the item of clothing of his shoulders. Thomas, verging the point of near collapse, made no effort to defend or assist the removal of this clothing.
Consumed by liveliness it wasn't long before the footman had extracted the clothes of both himself and Mr. Barrow.
"Jimmy-" Thomas began but was stopped but a finger placed over his lips.
"Hush Thomas" Came the whispered reply, as he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips. Thomas had the softest lips he had ever felt, like satin or silk, and in the moment he felt himself burn with the yearning to feel his mouth all over his body.
He ran his tongue along his lower lip before stopping to bite down on it, causing the under butler to moan in either pleasure, pain, or discomfort, he wasn't sure which, but he didn't really care if he was being honest. He needed Thomas. He needed more of him. All of him.
Thomas spoke again, but he wasn't listening, all his words just sounded like noise, a noise encouraging him to go on. His hunger for Thomas' body was eating him up inside, almost too much to bear, and as he knelt on all fours, the other mans body placed between each of his limbs; he felt a wave of vivacious passion consume him, telling him to take more of the man under him.
Thomas weakly raised a hand, but Jimmy swatted it away, pinning it down under his grip, his physical energy so much stronger than Thomas'; and although he hated to admit it, he loved the power he felt over Thomas, all his tension and worry for the other man seeping out to be replaced by the spirited thrill of knowing that he could finally have him. At last!
Releasing his hold of Thomas wrist, he shuffled back and dipped his head down to run his tongue up and down the centre of Thomas' chest, his actions possessed by vitality.
"Quiet as always then. You not enjoying my physical company?" jimmy whispered, nibbling at Thomas' ear lobe, causing him to make a whining sound. "You were never quiet in bed when we first got together, and you certainly weren't quiet the other day!"
Shifting his face to nuzzle his neck, he pressed his nose deep into his flesh, smelling his skin in the process. Cheap cologne, soap, and cigarettes. He was certain that was the smell of true love. It was a smell which would be unpleasant on anyone else, but on him, held the strange emotional attachment of safety and comfort within its scent.
Briefly looking up, but still keeping the closeness of their bodies, he asked:
"What's the matter now, you seem...distracted? Oh yes, I'm not meant to ask." Jimmy sighed "You were okay earlier by the lake. Say something to me Thommy." Jimmy muttered into his collarbone, blushing at the memory of their lakeside encounter.
He felt Thomas' body tense up against his own at the statement. Shrugging off the comment, Thomas quickly re-instated his facade, hoping to create the illusion of cool calmness, he replied:
"I Jus' don't have much to say, that's all, and to be honest Jimmy…" Thomas said shakily, before dropping his voice in volume so that it was barley above a whisper, "I don't really feel like this tonight and-"
Jimmy cut him off.
"Of course you feel like it! You're just being stubborn that's all, refusing to let yourself feel the passion of the moment!"
"Jimmy, please, my head hurts and I'm sleepy, and-"
"To hell with your head! You'll feel far more awake when we're done! Just close your eyes and you'll feel better in no time!"
"Jimmy!" Thomas begged, lines of discomfort etching into his face.
"Thomas! Stop whining at me and enjoy yer self" jimmy said mimicking Thomas' protests as he sunk down Thomas chest, bringing his face to hover in between Thomas' nether regions.
"You're taking advantage of me" Thomas said, but his voice already sounded faded and distant, as Jimmy licked Thomas' inner thigh, ascending and descending his tongue along the expanse of flesh.
Trailing light kisses up his leg, jimmy began to lavishly elevate his tongue up and down Thomas' member with great exuberance. Thomas grunted noncommittally. Jimmy glanced up from his actions to see Thomas lying flat on the bed, one hand placed to cover both of his eyes; the other pressed against his temple were he hit the bed frame. The skin was turning purple with the beginnings of a bruise. Jimmy continued to suck, whilst observing Thomas' movements. Removing one hand from across his eyes, yet still keeping them screwed shut, in what appeared to be unease, the under-butler guided his hand shakily to grip the side of the mattress strongly, despite his weak disposition.
Is he uncomfortable?
With me?! I didn't even think such things were possible.
Or is perhaps he bored? Yes, that makes more sense; no one could possibly be in a state of discomfort in the same room as my naked glory!
Right, I'll show him who's boring!
Slipping Thomas out of his mouth, the footman repositioned himself and began to thrust into the under-butler rear ruthlessly, mesmerised by the warm, tight sensation of Thomas' body around him. With every propulsion Thomas let out an unguarded moan sending shivers down Jimmy's spine. Thomas' voice sent him on a power craze, desperate to hear his voice as many times as possible, going faster and harder than they had ever gone before, addicted to the indiscreet groans Thomas made only for him.
At that moment Thomas' voice was his drug and he wanted nothing more than to abuse his addiction.
When he came, Thomas' body was truly eradicated, his chest heaving, making his entire body rise and fall as he collapsed against it; his lips sore and swollen from the biting, and most likely his rear aching from the sexual attack.
Thomas quirked his head up to look at Jimmy, a vulnerable look on his unmasked face, as he opened his mouth to talk, but found no words come out, so shut it again, sinking back down onto the bed, his eyes closed tightly.
"You're selfish, unreliable, childish, demanding, Jimmy. I hope in another life we can meet again and I can care for you without feeling like a fool for doing so.
You make it so hard for to me to love you."
And with that, Thomas passed out into a deep sleep.