Gaslight Gentlemen

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Title: Gaslight Gentlemen

Pairing: SB/VM

Rating: R

Author:govi20

Author’s note: Attempt on no.92 off moldava's Christmas Table(Victorian Christmas)

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DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION; is NOT true, and did NOT happen. I write these stories for fun, and don't make any profit whatsoever from them. Do not know these celebrities and am NOT making any claims about what they do (or enjoy) in real life.

 

 

Our  dining room looks wonderful tonight. The fireplace burning, candles everywhere and the huge Christmas tree in the corner glittering, loaded with decorations.

Dinner had been superb and we were only waiting dessert now.

I usually hate this kind of events. My parents having guests and me and my sister Emily supposed to be model children even though she’s eighteen and I am twenty.

The same thing every year, either we go to the Chatterley’s, or they come here. A dreadful ride by carriage for 12 miles, having dinner, small talk and back home again. Boring, boring, boring.

But this year was a bit different: they brought their American relative. He is a boy my age more or less, but everything about him feels exotic. His accent, his clothes and the strangest of all, his name.

Viggo! Who ever heard of a name like that?
My mother placed him next to my sister at dinner and I was on the other end of the table. He was very soft spoken so I couldn’t follow their conversation. He seemed really bored  while I  felt like I had to look at him all the time. His hair kind of wild, piercing blue eyes. His shirt, although of fine quality and decorated with lace was not fully buttoned up and I had seen my father frowning at that.

My father is more strict then our Queen Victoria, but he could hardly ask a guest in our house to get dressed. If I had the nerve to show myself like that I would be sent upstairs immediately. Boring again, I can’t wait to escape from here.

I was very relieved when dinner was over and we could go the other room, leaving the ladies behind.

My father offered port and cigars to Lord Chatterley and Viggo: he still thinks I am to young for that.

Viggo and I got along immediately, it seemed he was just as eager as I was to talk.

He told me about his life in America which seemed so much more fascinating then mine. He was very interested in art and I took him upstairs  to see my father’s paintings.

When I showed him the portraits of Emily and mine he lingered a long time, looking at my portrait and then studying my face.

“I like your painting” he said, “it’s unusual.”

“Yes, I know: my father wasn’t too pleased with it. He thinks it makes me look like a bon vivant. He paid very reluctantly for it and only after my mother said she liked it.”

“So do I. The artist was more interested in painting you then your sister it seems. And who could blame him?”

He made me blush with that puzzling remark, but he was already walking to the next painting and we had another nice half an hour until one of the servants said that my mother wanted to speak to me. I excused myself and went downstairs.

My mother was waiting for me in the hall.

“Sean, it has been snowing all evening and it’s out of the question to let our guests go home: they will have to spend the night here.

Your father has asked me to tell you to share your room with Viggo tonight. He wants you to keep an eye on him, to be honest, he doesn’t want him around your sister too much. I am quite sure that’s nonsense, but you know what your father’s like!

I hope you won’t mind sharing your room?”
I snorted inwards at the idea of Viggo molesting Emily, but I just said: “No mother, of course not. I’ll tell him.”

I went upstairs again, finding him still looking at the paintings.

“The weather has turned very bad. You and your family will have to spend the night here. Since we don’t have enough rooms I am afraid you’ll have to share my room. Do you mind?”
”Of course not Sean, on the contrary. I prefer your company we really go along well, don’t you think? Now tell me: are we supposed to dance now?”
”Perhaps later in the evening, why?”
”I hate being polite and I hate dancing. Can we go to bed early to avoid all that? I’d rather talk some more.”

Thinking of how my father felt about him I said it would be no problem.

“Ill just tell them we’re tired.”
We went downstairs and made our excuses, Viggo thanking my mother very politely for the wonderful evening. My mother seemed very charmed by him and I did notice Emily looking rather disappointed. Stupid girl would have to live with it.

We went upstairs to my room. Even though I had been quite excited that Viggo was staying it felt a bit strange now. I wasn’t used sharing my bed and it seemed rather small all of the sudden.

The last few months I had a lot of strange dreams, making me wake up moaning. Asking the chamber maid to give me clean sheets four times a week.

I just hoped I wouldn’t be dreaming one of those dreams tonight and waking up draped all around him

I showed Viggo the dressing room, handing him one of my striped nightgowns. When he came out, I changed quickly to mine and joined him in the bed.

It was strange having him so near, but good. We talked and talked until I wasn’t nervous anymore.

It was really late when he started yawning and I suggested we’d go to sleep. Tomorrow we had Christmas breakfast and my father would expect us to be on time. I told Viggo what to expect: all the lovely bread, cakes and pastries. For me that always was one of the highlights of Christmas. 

Yawning myself now I blew out the candles and made myself comfortable.

“Sean?”
”Yes?”

“I am a bit cold, do you mind if I lay a bit next to you?”

“No, of course not.”

“He didn’t feel cold: on the contrary, he felt quite warm and some body parts were very much responding to him cuddling up to me. And I wasn’t even asleep!

“Sean, have you ever slept with a girl?”

“You mean, like having…sex? No. Have you?”
”Not with a girl. When I was here three years ago, I met Lord Chatterley’s gamekeeper.”

“You had sex with a servant?!”
”You are a snob, aren’t you. You’re shocked by the fact I had sex with a servant, but not that it was a man?”

“Of  course not, it’s just that….I don’t know. How did that happen. Tell me about it!”

“There’s not much to tell. I met him walking the woods and we had a talk. Next day I went to his cottage and had some tea with him. I just couldn’t stay away and the third time I visited him he kissed me. He warned me to stay away, but I came back the next day.

This time I ended up bending over his table, right between the just killed pheasants and partridges and him fucking me.“

“Viggo, don’t use that word here in the house! My mother and sister will faint! Did it happen again?”

“No, I had to leave next day and I heard he emigrated to Canada a couple of months later. But it was wonderful. Can still taste the blooded feathers in my mouth.

You feel very hot Sean, did my story get you hard?

His hand crept over my chest slowly, tugging at my nightgown. I held my breath, flushed all over, not daring to speak.

“Ahhh, I love nightgowns, so accessible. Do you like me touching you Sean, tell me”

His hand closing around my erection. His breath hot on my face and I couldn’t speak. I just closed my eyes and let him fondle me. Let him take my hand, guiding it to his erection.

It was just incredible. I don’t know why but it’s so different from using your own hands and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

I should have been ashamed, there we were: two fine aristocratic young gentleman behaving like animals. But it felt like heaven, the hands, the sounds until we both cried out.

I just curled up around him, knowing I would never ever go for a woman now.

 

 

Mr. Hedges (butler):“Mary, did you wake up the young Masters?

Mary (chamber maid): “Yes Mr. Hedges. It was so cute! Master Sean laying with his head on Mr.Viggo’s shoulder. Two blue striped nightgowns. They must have been real cold tonight I guess!

 

Comments

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Govi, you are so inspired by these Christmas prompts ! Another delightful story !!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thank you Mooms, it's nice thinking of them wearing blue striped nightgowns, don't you think so?

Hello

[faramirgirl.livejournal.com]

LOL that was just so amazingly beautiful. I just loved it.

Re: Hello

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your comment, Faramirgirl!

[nanathecat.livejournal.com]

Young Sean and Viggo in aristocracy...very yummy. :)

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks Nana, glad you like it!

[nevanoon.livejournal.com]

You created a new AU!! Govi, you're fantastic!
The images in my head are running wild, maybe they'll find their way to photoshop.
I'll keep that in mind for January... *starts scribbling sketches*

Wonderful story about young Sean and Viggo, very erotic! Thanks!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thank you Nevanoon! Does that mean we'll see a manip of Sean and Viggo dressed in striped nightgowns? (hee hee)

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

Poor clueless father... Sometimes it´s an advantage that fathers don´t realise too much...!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Rotpunkt believe me, fathers mostly are clueless. Mothers are much more perceptive I think.