The Two of Us

The Two of Us
Chapter Two

Fitzwilliam Darcy dozed in the warm sunlight as it beamed through the window of the library in his London townhouse. He shifted his position to move his eyes out of the direct light. He stretched and unfurled his tense shoulders. He had been finding it difficult to sleep at night and he often found himself taking cat naps in the day to compensate for his lack of sleep.

All was not well in his world. His thoughts and emotions were in turmoil. He felt he was at a junction in his life and did not know which way to turn. He had spent months trying to forget a certain lady who had rejected his marriage proposal. He had failed to forget her and grew increasingly more frustrated with his life.

Things had become further complicated when he had changed the axis on which his friendship with Charles Bingley was based. Both men had been firm friends for many years. They had spent a lot of time in each others company and become very close.

‘Too close; Darcy thought to himself.

On a dark stormy night a few weeks previous the men had become stranded in a barn. Their relationship had been taken to an intimate level caused by curiosity, brandy and desire. It was the desire part Darcy was having trouble with. He knew he was a faithful man. He had loved only Elizabeth and had felt little desire for other women. He was finding it hard to reconcile the fact that he desired Bingley. Not men just Bingley.

The friends had parted the day after the storm and Darcy had thought of little else. There had been some shame and little comfort in his thoughts.
He had such erotic dreams about their actions that night. He often felt mortified but also had his mind filled with sublime images of their actions on the night. He knew they had broken the law and would be censored by society if their secret was exposed.
He knew he should avoid Bingley at all costs and look for a wife.

He knew this but sat in his library awaiting the arrival of Bingley and his sisters on a previously arranged visit lasting two weeks.

Two weeks in the company of Charles……….
He resolved to retreat behind the infamous Darcy reserve and offer a façade of elegant affability to his guests. He hoped Charles was able to do the same.

A sound from the hallway announced the arrival of his guests. He stood and straightened his jacket. He walked to the door, drew his shoulders back and masked his face. Opening the door he smiled in welcome.

‘I hope your journey was pleasant?’ he enquired.

His guests turned at his voice. Caroline Bingley, Mr and Mrs Hurst and Charles Bingley.

They looked at each other. Darcy could detect the nervousness in his friends face.

‘Mr Darcy how wonderful to see you again’. Caroline exclaimed.

‘We have so looked forward to this visit. I hope you are well. I hope you are not feeling too fatigued by this dreadful heat. Charles has been very off colour lately. I do not think I have seen him so out of sorts for many years. He has not been himself since leaving Pemberly. I hope your company will be the tonic he needs’. She added.

Both men glanced apprehensively at each other at her long speech.

Darcy decided he was the elder of the two and the host. He must make his friend feel at ease.

Smiling at Bingley he held out his hand and shook it warmly.

‘I have been greatly anticipating your arrival’, he informed the group as he gestured them forward into the day salon.

The group sat to take tea and chatted about inconsequential topics.

Both Darcy and Bingley gradually relaxed as they realised there was still a friendship there. It had not been destroyed. They could retrieve their former comradeship and move on.

The group parted to bathe and dress for dinner. Darcy had invited mutual friends to join his house party for dinner. There was pleasant diverting conversation and he felt at peace for the first time in many weeks. He drank the various wines on offer and enjoyed a brandy with the gentlemen after dinner. The guests departed and the house party retired tired and happy.

As he prepared for bed Darcy felt he would sleep naturally for the first time since the storm. He pulled on his nightshirt, extinguished the candles and pulled a linen sheet over him to sleep. He soon dropped into a heavy slumber.

He became aware of there being something wrong, he shifted in the bed as he fought to clear the fog in his head. He realised there was a weight on the side of his bed.

‘What the....’ he exclaimed.

‘Sshhh Darcy’, he heard Bingley whisper.

He froze.

Bingley was sitting on his bed.

He blinked and adjusted his eyes.

In the gloom he could see the ghostly outline of Bingley perched on the side of his high bed. Bingley wore his white nightshirt and no robe.

Darcy lay in a stupor. He could not immediately bring his thoughts together. As he gradually began to collect his thoughts he sat up slowly.

Matching his friends whisper he enquired,

‘Are you well? Can I be of some assistance?’.

Bingley faced Darcy in the gloom. He sat quietly and looked towards his friend. He seemed to come to some sort of decision. He reached out his arm and gently pressed his hand against Darcy’s chest. With an amount of pressure he pushed Darcy back onto the pillows.

He stretched out beside Darcy on top of the sheet.

Darcy opened his mouth to protest. Bingley swiftly raised his hand to Darcy’s mouth to quieten him.

‘Sshhh’.

Darcy swallowed hard and lay wondering what his friend’s next move would be and what he should do about it.

Bingley settled himself. He slowly moved his hand down to Darcys chest. He moved his hand in a circular motion across Darcys chest. Darcy lay back as his sense of anticipation rose. He wanted what was to come he realised.
He desired this. He needed this.

He started to move.

‘Let me, please’, he heard Bingley whisper.

He acquiesced and restrained himself.

Bingley continued to massage his chest. His fingers found the opening to his nightshirt and playfully tugged at his chest hairs. They snaked under the shirt and tentatively touched Darcys nipples. Darcy felt a pulse in his groin as Bingley tweaked and flicked his nipples.

He groaned as he felt Bingleys hand circle lower and a finger explored his navel. Bingley probed and caressed his flat stomach.

Bingley brought his hand outside Darcys nightshirt. Darcy felt bereft as the caresses stopped.

Bingley grasped the edge of the sheet and slowly pushed it down to Darcys knees. He let his hand travel up the outside of Darcy’s thigh to his hip. Darcy felt a hot breath on his cheek as Bingley leant across and lowered his lips onto Darcy. They kissed softly and slowly let their tongues entwine. Their saliva mingled as their tongues explored the others mouth.

Darcy ached to touch Bingley but each time he reached out he was quietly told to desist.

Bingleys hand reached down and found the hem of Darcys nightshirt. He slowly raised it up to Darcys waist level. Darcy felt the cool evening air on his bare skin and looked down. He was open and exposed to Bingleys eye. Bingley leant back and surveyed the beauty before him.

In the gloom the dark pubic hair created a shadow. Rising out from it rose Darcy’s thick dark purple penis. It pointed proudly at an angle and quivered in anticipation. Darcy and Bingley looked at each other then towards Darcys penis.

They both watched Bingleys hand inch towards Darcys centre. Bingley twined his fingers into Darcys black pubic hair. It was so different from his own.
He played with the short curls and avoided the pressing need in front of him.
He played and caressed almost as if he could not believe he had the right to do it.
The act was the height of intimacy.
To be able to touch his proud noble friend in this manner was bliss.

‘Please’, he heard his friend gasp.

Darcy was in an unbearable state. He lay with his head on the pillows watching Bingley play with his pubic hair. It tickled and tormented. It drove him to beg.

‘Please’.

He watched as Bingley slid lower down the bed. He watched as Bingley moved until his head was level with Darcys penis. He watched as Bingley leant across and slowly licked the tip of his penis.

He bucked as he felt Bingleys warm moist lips encircle the head of his penis.
It felt incredible. Bingley slowly started to suck. He used his tongue to dab at the tip of his penis. Darcy thought he would die. The sight of Bingleys mouth covering him was exquisite. He saw his friends mouth opened in a wide O as he took in his girth. He saw Bingleys cheeks puff in and out as he sucked. He felt the most superb tugging. Bingley had to hold onto his hips as he jerked with pleasure.

Bingley pulled back.

‘Nooooo’, Darcy protested as the warm mouth was removed.

‘Patience Darcy I have plans for you’, Bingley replied.

Bingley quickly knelt and tugged his nightshirt off. He tossed it to one side and sat still on his knees. In the gloom Darcy could see the outline of Bingleys torso. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist and hips. Jutting out from his groin was a tumescence of splendid proportions. Bingley used his hands to steady himself on the bedstead as he lifted one knee up and straddled his friend’s thighs. He shifted forward until his erect penis bobbed against Darcys. He started to sway so that the twin protuberances caressed and stroked each other.

Darcy reached down and used both hands to rub their hardness against each other. He used his thumb to caress his own tip and transferred the moisture onto Bingleys tip. He grasped both of their lengths and started to move his hands firmly up and down. Bingley watched intently from above.

Bingley could feel his desire cresting. He had to stop this as he had further ambitions. He used his hand to stop Darcy. He leant over to the bedside table and handed Darcy a small jar. When he opened it Darcy found a sweet scented salve. Bingley dipped in his finger and scooped a small amount out. He applied a small amount to his own penis. Darcy needed no further encouragement, he scooped more and delicately started to anoint Bingleys penis. He spent many minutes caressing and anointing his friend.

Silently Bingley moved off Darcy and moved to his side. He pulled a pillow out and gestured for Darcy to raise his buttocks from the bed. Darcy complied and felt his hips tilt at an angle as he rested his buttocks back on the bed.

He realised to himself that he was enjoying not being in charge. It was strange to be so malleable as he was always the master. This was a unique experience.

Bingley pulled the sheet all the way down and moved to kneel between Darcys knees. He hooked his hand under Darcys thighs and firmly moved his legs wide apart. The abruptness of this startled Darcy, he acknowledged the feeling of helplessness. He knew he could stop this; he simply did not want to do so.

Bingley stroked the soft skin of Darcys inner thighs. He massaged the muscles and edged closer to his centre. He let his fingers brush Darcy’s ball sac and cupped them gently. He rolled them between his fingers. He grasped his own ball sac and compared them.

‘My ball sac is bigger than yours but your penis is bigger than mine’, he commented.

‘I am not a prize stallion Bingley’, Darcy replied as he found humour in the situation.

Bingley reached for the salve.

He dipped his finger in.
He scooped out a small amount.
He stroked salve around Darcys puckered opening.

Darcy writhed as he felt the probing fingers.
This was so intimate.
This was wrong.
This was………..

He lost all thought as he felt a finger probe his opening.
It slipped in.
It explored.
It circled.
It was joined by another.

Even though he had done the exact same thing to Bingley he had been the invader then. It had mimicked what he would do with a woman. To lie here and be invaded was different. To have a man enter his body was an act of submission. He did not know if he could continue.

Bingley bent down and returned his moist lips to Darcys tip.
Darcy jerked as the pleasure became unbearable.

He suddenly knew he wanted more. As much as Bingley could give him.
He knew he could submit to his loyal trusted friend.

Darcy felt bereft as Bingley slid his fingers out of him. He saw Bingley kneel between his thighs. He felt Bingley guide his penis to his opening. He felt the tip of the penis bob against him. He felt a strong pressure as Bingley pressed forward. He resisted and Bingley pressed more. He resisted and Bingley gasped,

‘Darcy!’

Darcy looked at his friend and felt an unexpected rush of emotion. He realised he wanted this. He worked hard to relax his body and felt the tip of Bingley enter him.

‘This is it’, he thought.

He concentrated hard on the feeling of another mans penis in his body. He felt a great pressure and fullness as Bingley moved further in. He felt a stab of pleasure as Bingley pressed something inside him.

It felt alien, hot, pressing, intimate, strange and wonderful.

As Bingley reached his ultimate penetration he stopped and grasped Darcys penis. He squeezed and tugged to mimic the sensations he was experiencing.

Slowly Bingley started to withdraw, Darcy felt the penis move out of him and the pressure return as the penis was pushed back in. As this was repeated Darcy felt Bingley pull his penis in the same rhythm. All he had to do was lie there and receive. The submissiveness was an aphrodisiac.

The rhythm built as the speed increased. They heard the slap of Bingleys ball sac hitting Darcy. They struggled to stay silent as the house was full of guests and servants. They pounded and rutted until Darcy could take it no more. He groaned loudly as his fluid spurted across his body and onto Bingleys circling hand.

Bingley felt Darcy spasm and soon followed. He lost all strength and flopped forward onto Darcy.
They hugged as they tried to control their breathing.

Still joined Darcy lifted his legs and wrapped them around Bingley.
They slowly kissed.

Bingley gently withdrew from Darcy. His soft penis slipped out and fluid started to leak from Darcy’s opening. Bingley used the hem of Darcys nightshirt to wipe the fluid and clean his friend.

He furthered their intimacy by leaning over Darcy and softly lapped up his excretions. He took Darcy’s soft penis in his mouth and licked it clean.
He lifted the soft penis to return it to nestle in the pubic hair.

‘I love that you let me do these things for you’, Bingley whispered.

The reverence with which Bingley tended to him made Darcy pause.
This was true intimacy. He felt content and safe. He decided there and then that until he married there could be no harm in this relationship. He wanted it to continue. As long as they were discrete no one need know.

As Bingley left the room Darcy fell into a contented sleep.