Chapter 11: In which, Jimmy bargains for something he never knew he wanted.

Well you've gotten yourself into a downright bitch of a situation. Over the last week, Jimmy had met with Thomas three more times, once outside, tucked in a darkened corner after everyone else had went to bed, and twice in the wine cellar. Perks of being an under butler. Jimmy tried to avoid Thomas's bedroom by always making a different suggestion, but he knew it was the safest place for them. With all of Thomas's things around and the bed that he slept on in the room, Jimmy couldn't keep the nauseous feeling out of stomach. And with those kind of activities. Christ, I can't even think about it.

During the last jaunt in the wine cellar, Jimmy attempted to return the favor. He wanted to do it. He'd been building it up in his head for days, but for some reason the reality of it made it too much. Deliberately touching Thomas so intimately made him want to crawl into a hole and hide, forever. Thomas didn't seem to mind too much when Jimmy quickly withdrew his hand and turned away. Well, I suppose he minded, but he didn't say anything, and I know I would have if someone got me all worked up and didn't finish the job.

Eventually, the moment came when Jimmy couldn't avoid Thomas's bedroom at least without vocalizing his fear, whatever the fear actually was. Carson was doing an inventory of the wine cellar, and it was raining so there normal spots were out. Jimmy tried to suggest an upstairs closet, but Thomas pointed out that the maids were turning bed sheets that day. There are closets besides the linen closets. But, Jimmy knew he was trapped. He agreed to meet Thomas in his room between lunch and serving for dinner.

You could just not go. Or, go and say you aren't feeling well then get the hell out of there. I do want a go just anywhere but there. Anywhere else would be better. Even the bloody servants' hall or better yet his lordship's library.

Thomas had left his door open for Jimmy. He stood awkwardly in the doorway just looking anywhere but at Thomas who sat on his bed. Of course. Well, where else do you expect him to be? It's his room and considering…

"Come on in and close the door before someone sees you," Thomas scolded. Jimmy shut the door then proceeded to lean against it. Thomas raised an eyebrow at him so Jimmy moved to sit in the lone chair.

"You can sit on the bed with me. I know it's small, but I've made it work before," Thomas said seeing Jimmy's intent. Before? The thought of Thomas with another man especially in this room made Jimmy feel like he wanted to hit something. He's had blokes in his room? Is he just messing with me? I can never tell what he's thinking. Is he trying to make me jealous? Is it working?

Jimmy tentatively sat on the bed. Thomas moved to kiss him, and Jimmy braced himself. Okay. This isn't bad. Just being on the bed doesn't change this. Stop being a ninny. But, his civvies and his comb, and his pomade are right there. What the hell's wrong with you? It's not like his toiletries are watching you.

"Is something wrong," Thomas murmured as he kissed Jimmy's jawline.

"Ugn, no, not at all," Jimmy gasped.

Eventually, much to Jimmy's relief, Thomas's actions quieted his thoughts, reducing them to something more along the lines of detached, abstract emotions. Strong emotions. Instead of slipping a hand in Jimmy's pants like he usually did, Thomas stopped after undoing them. He grabbed Jimmy's chin, forcing him to look at him.

"I'm going to do something different this time. Is that alright?" Thomas asked.

Although it kind of made Jimmy feel like an infant whenever Thomas repeatedly asked permission to do things to him, Jimmy knew the reason why, and it made him feel something strangely close to guilt. Jimmy gave his consent, and Thomas moved from the bed to kneeling on the floor in front of Jimmy. What's he doing on the floor? Thomas gripped Jimmy at his base then moved his head forward.

"Oh my God," Jimmy gasped realizing Thomas's intent, the last word turning into more of a groan. Thomas first licked his tongue up Jimmy then took him in his mouth. Jimmy bucked his hips upward, but Thomas pressed his hips down into the mattress with his free hand with surprising force.

Jimmy's eyes stayed glued to Thomas. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Jimmy gripped the edge of the mattress until his knuckles turned white, trying to suppress the overwhelming desire to thrust his hips. I can't, I can't, I CAN'T. Oh God…

Jimmy's hands flew to Thomas's hair to warn him, but Thomas continued his ministrations with unrelenting vigor. Jimmy's thoughts ceased and his vision went as his orgasm racked his body. When he came to, Thomas was already back on the bed, holding Jimmy. Jimmy sat up straighter. Did I… in his mouth? Jimmy felt mortified, but looking at Thomas, he looked the same as he always except a little more disheveled. Other than that, it couldn't be known from his appearance if he had just done what he did or walked to town on a hot day. This quelled Jimmy's insecurities for the moment.

"No one's ever done that to me before," he admitted still in a lust induced daze.

"Couldn't ever convince one of your girls?" Thomas smirked.

"No and believe me I asked."

"Of course, you did," Thomas said shaking his head with smile. If he doesn't have any qualms about me coming in his mouth, would he ever let me…?

"Would you let me, um, you know…" Jimmy let his voice trail off. Thomas didn't immediately respond. Is he really going to make me say it? What would I even say? What do they call it?

"No, I don't," Thomas answered when he realized Jimmy wasn't going to finish his question.

"Yes, you do," Jimmy answered. Well, don't I just sound like a whiny git. When Thomas's eyes narrowed, Jimmy almost breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, he gets it. Eh, maybe I shouldn't bring God into this. Don't know how he would feel about it.

"So, you want to sodomize me?" Thomas asked raising his eyebrows. Seeing the tension around his mouth, Jimmy was afraid the under butler was about to laugh at him.

"Please don't laugh," Jimmy groaned dropping his face into his hands. He could feel the heat under the collar of his uniform. Hopefully I will just melt into the floor.

"Alright then," Thomas answered. Jimmy dared to peek out from between his fingers. He definitely wants to laugh at me. What an arse. Well at least he said yes. "But," Thomas amended. "You have to let me do you first."

"What?" Jimmy yelped. "Why?" This was not part of the plan. He can't be serious.

"Because until someone has done it to you, you don't really know how to do it to them. I won't let you just pound away at me until you have some idea at what you're doing," Thomas explained.

"I won't pound away at you," Jimmy said, crossing his arms, feeling affronted. "I've got some restraint. I'm not a sissy virgin or anything."

"So you've been with a man before?"
"No, of course not, but…"

"But nothing. You should probably just trust that I know more about this than you. That's the offer," Thomas said with finality.

God damn it. "Fine. I'll think about it."

Author's Note: I'm still recovering from my mortification at posting the wrong document. I hope this offering make up for it.