Chapter 4 Pt 2

Kexby

Thomas looked at him, his eyes full of hopeful expectation. 'You don't mean that.'

Jimmy nodded, placed the hand he was holding carefully onto his own hip then stepped towards Thomas. 'I do.'

He took a beat, then stepped in to kiss the butler. As soon as their lips met, Thomas groaned with pleasure. He curved into Jimmy's body and their angled planes slid together as their lips engaged.

Finally Thomas pulled back and whispered. 'Just relax.'

'I'm all fingers and thumbs, I don't know what I'm doing!' Jimmy admitted.

Thomas took his jaw softly in his scarred hand. 'Don't think. Just be with me. Do whatever feels good.'

Thomas's hand began to rub the small of Jimmy's back, and Jimmy's need for him grew. They kissed again. This time deeper, their tongues battling and sliding over one another.

Perhaps it was the feel of Thomas's naked chest pressed against him, or the depth of emotion behind his kiss, but Jimmy suddenly felt able to let go. He stopped over-thinking and tapped into the deep erotic pleasure that Thomas aroused in him.

Thomas's lips slid to Jimmy's throat and he kissed and nuzzled at him lightly. One hand holding Jimmy's neck whilst the other gripped his buttocks - pulling him firmly against his own body.

'Don't stop.' Jimmy pleaded, shocked to hear the depth of his own lustful need.

Thomas's hands moved to Jimmy's shirt, slipped off the braces and began to open the tiny white shirt buttons. When he was done he began to pull it open, and as soon as he did, Jimmy began taking it off and pushing Thomas backwards towards the bed. Soon his trousers and pants were tossed to the floor too, freeing his erection with a bounce.

Thomas grinned as he fall back on the bed, his hands reaching up to pull at Jimmy's taut behind, pulling him against him.

Jimmy groaned as Thomas's fingers dug into his backside. Jimmy 'retaliated' by slipping his hand into the fabric of Thomas's pants, feeling for his stiff cock, taking it into his hand and beginning, tentatively, to pump it.

Thomas's head fell back onto the pillow 'Oh Lord,' he said, 'keep that up and I'll not last long.'

'Is this alright?'

'What do you think!'

Jimmy became fascinated with watching Thomas's face. The man was in ecstasy. As Jimmy's hand worked, Thomas's body moved beneath him curving deep into the mattress or arching away from it, pleasure written on his face and in every muscle. His eyes would flutter closed tight then spring open, full of satisfaction. Jimmy increased his speed and suddenly Thomas's hand was over his own, pushing him away.

'Stop, or I'll come!'

'I want you to come! I want to watch you come.' Jimmy corrected with a smile. Thomas relaxed, and Jimmy re-doubled his efforts, moving his hand in steady, strong beat that drove the man beneath him to distraction.

'I-I'm coming!' Thomas warned, gripping the sheets, arching his back and arcing a jet of hot come over Jimmy's hand and his own leg.

Jimmy examined the liquid pearls on his hand, then looked to Thomas who was lying spent. The air smelled heavily of lust and perspiration. Jimmy was painfully hard himself.

Thomas seemed to have gotten his breath back. He leaned over the bed and felt for his trouser pockets, finding a handkerchief and cleaning himself up enough to extracate himself, walk over to his earthenware jug, pour out a bowl of water and wash. Jimmy stole a look at Thomas's naked body, stroking himself with his come covered hand. He'd never really looked at another man naked before, well not like this. Thomas had strong thighs, a creamy white behind that led to a long back and defined shoulders. With the exception of his hand, the war had left him relatively scar free. He had a good body, toned and strong from the work that he did. He took care of himself.

'That was the best it's ever been.' Thomas was saying, though Jimmy was barely listening, his right hand so busy in what it was engaged in. 'Do you want a towel?' Thomas asked him, then when he received no reply he turned to face Jimmy. He smiled when he saw what he was doing.

He walked towards him. 'Come 'ere. Let me do that.' He said.

Jimmy had never felt anything like it. He choked back the cry that wanted to tear from his throat, terrified it would bring someone running. Thomas's lips moved eagerly up and down his shaft and his hand gripped at his length. His fingers dug into Thomas's shoulder blades.

'Oh sweet Jesus!' Jimmy gasped. He hurriedly put his hand in Thomas's slick black hair and eased him away.

'What's wrong?' Thomas asked, wiping his hand across his lips.

'Nothing. Everything. I don't know. I don't want to - well you know - in your mouth. It'd be wrong.'

Thomas smiled. 'I don't mind!' He said, then got back to it, but Jimmy withdrew again.

'No. Stop. I don't want that for you.'

Thomas shrugged and got up off his knees. He moved to sit next to Jimmy on the bed, the hairs of their arms and legs intermingling.

'What do you want then?'

'I know it sounds daft, but I want to lie with you.'

Thomas looked down at his knees.

'What, have I said something wrong?'

'No, quite the opposite.' When he looked up, Jimmy could see that Thomas was smilling like he had an ace in his hand. He leaned in and kissed him gently. 'Do you know how many times I dreamed of this? You and I lying together.'

Jimmy gave an uncertain smile, not sure he was entirely comfortable with that. But Thomas moved up the bed and jammed himself close to the wall, pulling the coarse sheet and blanket to one side. Jimmy lay down next to him, allowing Thomas to pull the covers over them both. They began to kiss again, until they were both as aroused as they had been only moments before.

Jimmy found himself firmly gripping Thomas's buttocks, he loved the feel of them in the palm of his hands. Thomas suddenly, turned over to face the wall. He breathed a satisfied sigh and rubbed his cheeks onto Jimmy's erection, sliding up and down, tugging Jimmy's foreskin and making them both wet with cum.

Jimmy couldn't stand the teasing any more. He put a firm hand on Thomas's shoulder and turned him face down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and moving between his legs, which Thomas allowed willingly - raising his lush, pale ass off the bed and presenting it to Jimmy. When Jimmy made that first push, they both cried out. Jimmy froze, until he realised Thomas cried out with pleasure and was now swearing into the pillow, his hands knotting the sheets beneath him as he waited. 'Deeper!' he begged.

Jimmy began moving, slowly at first - easing himself into Thomas's soft, giving walls. He then slid further and faster until he was fucking him hard. His hands pressing deep into the mattress taking his weight, as his hips thrust hard against that perfect white ass.

Soon he was coming. His eyes rolled back and his whole body buzzed with the feeling that flowed through him. He seemed to come for ages. Thomas rose to meet him as he shuddered again and again, until finally they both collapsed. Jimmy felt like jelly. His arms were no longer able to take his weight. He rested on the curve of Thomas's back.

Thomas waited for him to extricate himself, then wriggled awkwardly out from under him.

'I'm sorry.'

'What on earth for?'

'I don't know!' said Jimmy. And they both began to laugh at how ridiculous everything was. Jimmy dragged himself onto the pillow so he could face Thomas, who rested on one elbow.

'Are you okay?' Thomas asked him warily. Jimmy knew what he meant.

'I'm fine. I wanted this. Wanted you.' He corrected. 'I didn't expect it to be, well, so intense.'

'It was good, the best I've had.'

Jimmy blushed, 'Aye, well, I was quite taken away with your charms...' he joked.

'Will you stay with me, till morning?'

'Where else would I go?' Jimmy said gently, then he smiled and reached out and pulled Thomas into his arms. And they lay like that, covered in each other's sweat and juices until sleep took them both.

In the morning Thomas woke first. He was cramped from having to share a single bed, but he didn't care a jot. He got up carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping footman, and flung a towel around his waist so he could scamper barefoot to the bathroom.

When he came back, he found Jimmy lying on one arm facing him, wide awake.

'Come back to bed.'

'No. You stink like a farm hand.'

'If I do, it's your fault.' Jimmy grinned. 'Come back to bed.' He patted the mattress.

Thomas dropped his towel, and Jimmy delighted in the fact that the man was already half erect just thinking about being back in bed with him.

'You're easy. I wish some girls I'd known were as easy as you.' He grinned, that same cheeky grin Thomas used to dream about. They snuggled down next to each other.

'It's bloody freezing in here.' Jimmy complained.

'Well, I'll have to see what I can do to warm you up.'

Thomas pulled the sheets over them both and they said their good mornings in the best way possible.

They were late back to Downton. Their train had 'broken down', which meant they turned up after breakfast service and got into trouble with Mr Carson. He had strong words with them in his study. Mrs Hughes did her best to comfort them by saying she thought they looked tired, reasoning that they must have had a terrible journey home.

They shared a smile, but nothing more. They never flirted or fraternised, and only when seven days later they both got an afternoon off, did they finally get to be with each other. And when they did, Jimmy realised (as he tore off Thomas's clothes), that it was a great thing to be loved.

He wrote as much to his sister, and she smiled as she read the words.

Emily, you were right about love. I'll never be the same again.