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As Jeeves slowly woke up, he was very aware of how comfortable the bed he was in was. His own living quarters (what Mr. Wooster called his "lair") was by no means uncomfortable, but this bed's matress was soft and he could tell just by touch that the sheets were very high quality. The body next to him moved, bringing his attention to it. It's arm was slung over his chest, it's leg over his, locking their bodies together.
Jeeves opened his eyes and glanced down, vision immediatley obscured by a mess of chesnut curls, highlighted in gold by the pale sunlight filtering valiantly through the curtains. Jeeves' eyes quickly flicked back up to the ceiling, which he could now identify as Mr. Wooster's. Mr. Wooster's ceiling, in Mr. Wooster's room. Which, of course, meant that the bed he was in was Mr. Wooster's bed. Where he and Mr. Wooster had ended up last night. Oh dear God he'd slept with Mr. Wooster. As the logical part of his brain began to panic over the potential of getting fired, questioning whether or not he should leave of his own volition even if Mr. Wooster didn't fire him, etc, Jeeves couldn't quash the part of his brain that was doing cartwheels and whooping very unprofessionally.
He was just weighing the pros and cons of trying to slip out of bed without waking Mr. Wooster, when the latter's arm tightened across his chest. Mr. Wooster's head nestled into the crook of Jeeves' neck and his voice floated up to Jeeves' ears. "Jeeves I can hear that big, beautiful brain of yours overthinking this. I know we will have to discuss this later, but may we please just enjoy this for now?" Jeeves blushed as his employer snuggled closer. Despite his brain still voicing reservations, Jeeves allowed himself to relax back into the soft hold of Mr. Wooster's bed, and the warm hold of Mr. Wooster himself.
After a glorious half an hour of floating in a warm golden haze, Jeeves pulled himself back into reality. "Si-" Somehow the word didn't feel right, not here and now, with his employer, warm and soft in his arms. Jeeves gently ran his hand down Mr. Wooster's back, causing the other to squirm lightly. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Jeeves asked quietly. "If I say yes will you have to get up?" Jeeves chuckled and nodded. "Then the tea can go hang." Bertie said decisively. Jeeves smiled, but his conscience prodded him. "Sir," he forced the word out, despite the frown that creased Bertie's face. "We really should talk about this, and I believe a moment to ourselves will be useful in gathering our thoughts." Bertie sat up slightly, looking up into Jeeves' face. He held up his hand, pinky out. "You promise you won't pack up and bolt if I let you out of this bed?" Jeeves smiled and hooked his pinky with Bertie's, tugging gently, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I promise." He murmured, leaning back and seeing Bertie's face lit up in a big grin. Reluctantly, Jeeves slipped out of the bed and padded through the quiet flat. As he put the kettle on the stove he took a moment to lean against the counter and breathe deeply. Mr. Wooster had seemed more than happy with what had happened last night. Jeeves couldn't help the smile that broke across his face at the memory of Mr. Wooster's arms tightening around him and his sleepy, plaintive face, begging Jeeves to stay in bed with him.
When Jeeves got back to the bedroom, carrying two cups of tea, Bertie was sitting up against the headboard. He'd moved over, so there was enough room for Jeeves to join him in the bed. The sight made Jeeves' heart lighten. He handed Bertie his tea then carefully climbed into the bed and sat up next to his employer. They sat in companiable silence for a while, sipping their tea, in a manner so dreadfully domestic, that Jeeves was simultanously filled with an immense happiness, and an impending sense of dread over the upcoming conversation.
After a few minutes, Bertie put his empty cup on his bedside table and turned to Jeeves. "Now Jeeves, before anything else, I want you to know that if you choose to leave, I won't stop you. I'll be jolly upset, but you needn't worry about my going to the police or anything like that. I wouldn't want to hurt you in that way. Well, I've never wanted to hurt you in any way, but in particular-" Jeeves, realising that Bertie was beginning to ramble, and having placed his own teacup on the bedside table, leaned over, cupped Bertie's cheek and kissed him soundly. The noise Bertie made as their lips connected was pure heaven. Jeeves stayed there for a good long moment before pulling back. He didn't make it far before Bertie's hand was on his chest, keeping him in place. "Please." He whispered. "I-I know we need to talk but, please do that again." Jeeves smiled and leaned back in. Bertie leaned in too, pressing himself as close to Jeeves as he could, almost climbing into his lap. Jeeves drank in all the little noises he made, feeling his blood heat at the gasp Bertie let out when Jeeves' tongue poked out to tease his lips apart. "Reg..." Bertie breathed. Jeeves wasn't usually fond of his nickname, but coming from Bertie, he couldn't help but feel he could get used to it, and maybe even come to like it.
He pulled away when they both began struggling to breathe, pressing his forehead to Bertie's, loathed to move any further away. "I don't want to lose you, Jeeves." Bertie murmured into the space between them. Jeeves felt his heart break a little, and quickly pressed his lips to Bertie's face, anywhere he could reach. "I'll stay." He breathed, lips never leaving Bertie's skin. "I'll stay, as long as you'll have me." Bertie laughed, breathless and delighted, and Jeeves reflected that he could hear that sound forever and never get tired of it. "That's forever and a day if I had any say in the matter." Bertie said, face glowing. Jeeves smiled, seeing the expression mirrored on Bertie's face.
"Now then, shall I run us a bath?" Bertie asked. Jeeves raised an eyebrow at him, and Bertie laughed. "Oh come now, I'm not actually that incompetent, and I've seen you run my baths enough that I can't completely cock it up. Will you let me try?" He looked so earnest and happy that Jeeves couldn't have denied him anything. He also couldn't stop himself from once again leaning forward and pressing his lips to Bertie's. "Of course you may dearest." Bertie's face lit up like a sunrise. He kissed Jeeves' cheek, hopped out of bed and hurried off to the bathroom. Jeeves waited until he heard the taps begin running, before getting out of bed himself and bringing the empty teacups to the kitchen.
He headed back to Bertie's room, beginning to set out an outfit for Bertie. In a moment of besotted weakness, he set out one of Bertie's... bolder ties, one he would normally discourage, but that he knew Bertie loved. With the day's clothing sorted, Jeeves headed into the bathroom. The small room was full of steam and Bertie was standing beside the tub, carefully watching the water level. Jeeves watched as Bertie took a pinch of the bath salts next to the tub and sprinkled them in the water. He stopped himself from laughing at the earnest furrow of Bertie's brow. He was taking the running of this bath so seriously.
Jeeves kept his footsteps silent as he stepped up behind Bertie, sliding his arms around Bertie's waist, gently pulling him against his chest, nestling his chin on Bertie's shoulder. Bertie jumped when Jeeves touched him, but relaxed back into his arms, bringing his hands up to hold on to Jeeves' own. They stood in the warm steam, watching the water levels rise, until Bertie gently pulled away to turn off the taps. The two of them slid into the water, Jeeves leaning back against Bertie's chest, Bertie's arms wrapped gently around Jeeves' chest, smoothing water across the skin there.
"Y'know Jeeves, I think I now understand why so many of my chums end up in such hot water for the objects of their affections. I'm rather filled with the urge to rush to the centre of London and cry out to the world that I'm in love with Reginald Jeeves!" Bertie chuckled as Jeeves caught hold of his hand and intwined their fingers, leaning forward to nuzzle against Jeeves' damp hair. "Though I know that's a one-way ticket to chokey, or perhaps even the tender loving care of one such as Sir Roderick Glossop and his looney-surgeon chums." Bertie sighed, pressing his lips to Jeeves' head. "I suppose I must content myself by just saying it. I'm in love with you Reg, quite dreadfully, daffily, soppily in love with you." Jeeves turned around in the water, pressing himself against Bertie and tugging his head forward until their lips touched. They kissed in the hot water until their heads spun and neither of them could breathe, and then Jeeves laid his head onto Bertie's shoulder and they floated in the warm steam. Bertie went back to smoothing water over the exposed skin of Jeeves' shoulder, resting his temple on the crown of Jeeves' head. "I say," Bertie suddenly asked. "You don't mind me calling you Reg, do you? I can stop if you don't like it." Jeeves shook his head a little. "I don't mind Bertram." Bertie sighed and relaxed once more.
"How's the water?" Was quietly murmured into Jeeves' hair. Jeeves pressed kisses to the warm skin of Bertie's shoulder. "Perfect." He replied. They floated once more. "I do love you too." Jeeves raised himself slightly, bringing his eyes on a level with Bertie's. "Most ardently. I am not used to articulating it, but I love you." Bertie smiled a smile like the bath they rested in; warm, soothing, perfect.
The bath was perfect, but all good things must come to an end, an apharism that Jeeves didn't particularly want to focus on, as this new understanding with Bertie was shaping up to be the best development of his life, and he didn't want to see it end any time soon. All this to say that after a perfectly splendid time floating about in the water, Jeeves gently extracted himself and set out through the flat to his own quarters to put on the day's armour. In defference to the unspoken plea in Bertie's eye as he left, that this not all be naught but a golden dream, Jeeves left off his valeting jacket, leaving him in his shirtsleeves and vest. He also left out his usual amount of hair gel, merely combing his fringe back with his fingers. It twinged a little, but also brought an undeniable warmth to his chest when he looked in the mirror and saw, not Jeeves the untouchable valet, but Reginald, the man in love. Who just so happened to be love with his employer.
Jeeves was in the kitchen, preparing brunch for both of them when he heard the delighted exclamation from the bedroom. He carefully didn't turn around, continuing his brunch preparations until he heard the quiet padding of Bertie's feet approaching from the other side of the flat. He stayed at the stove as he heard the door open, and Bertie come in. He didn't flinch as Bertie's arms slid around his waist, and Bertie's chest pressed against his back. "I shall never be able to say it enough Jeeves," Jeeves finished plating the food and turned in Bertie's arms, slipping his own around Bertie's waist and pulling him close. The bold tie was firmly in place. "You are one in a million."
Jeeves kissed Bertie's forehead. "I love you." Bertie smiled, pressing his lips to Jeeves'. "I love you too."