The Two of Us

Chapter 3

Fitzwilliam Darcy lay back in his bath tub and allowed the hot steamy water to relax his aching, tense muscles. He closed his eyes and thought about the night before.
Things were moving at a fast pace.
Bingley had only arrived the day before and they had already resumed their previous antics.

The possibly that their intimacy would continue was now a reality.

Two encounters at their last two meetings was hard to explain.
The first in the barn could be reconciled by blaming stress, fatigue and alcohol.
Last night could be explained by the relief at their friendship surviving the barn. Any more incidents would need a drastic rethinking of his place in the world.
Darcy knew there were men who enjoyed a physical relationship with other men. They married and sired children and kept their preferences secret.
He had never thought of himself as one of these men.
He had had relations with a number of women and loved only Elizabeth.
He fantasised about Elizabeth.
He desired Elizabeth. He knew this was still the case.
He would marry her tomorrow if she would have him.

Somehow it did not seem disloyal to Elizabeth to be physical with Bingley.
It satisfied a need and there was no risk of a confinement or being compromised into a marriage.
The fact that Bingleys body stimulated him was surely a question of mere physiology.
There was no need to be concerned. He had heard from his cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam that men sent abroad to fight often found comfort with each other as there were no women present.
The army chose to turn a blind eye as the men were calmer and more compliant if they were satisfied.

‘I wonder if a mans early experiences affect his outlook in life’, he thought.

He remembered being a teenager and experimenting with his cousin.
They had retreated from prying eyes and compared the girth, colour and length of their appendages.
They had compared the shade and abundance of their pubic hair.
They had stimulated themselves as the other watched to see how much bigger they got.
They had used their hands to bring each other to completion to see what it felt like.

He remembered his father’s valet Simpkins coming onto his room one morning. On finding a sixteen year old Darcy playing with his adolescent penis he had revealed himself to the teenage Darcy.
Simpkins had opened the front of his own breeches and explained to Darcy the workings of the male body.
He had encouraged Darcy to reach over and touch a mans penis to see what it felt like. Darcy had been shocked to feel the significant difference in girth and length between a sixteen year old and a fully grown man.
Simpkins had left at this point leaving an aroused Darcy to complete himself.

He remembered an incident at eighteen when he had been in his father’s library surreptitiously looking at a book of erotic illustrations secreted on a high shelf.
Feeling incredibly aroused he had opened the front of his breeches and started to stimulate himself.
As he started to pump his clenched fist over his penis he had seen the door slowly open.
Peters the footman had entered the room.
Their eyes had met.
Unable to stop Darcy had continued to pump.
Peters walked forward and knelt down next to the sofa.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Darcy’s erect leaking penis.
His face was inches away from the tip.
A sharp burst of desire had sparked as Darcy saw the servant’s eyes on him.
It had heightened the pleasure and he crested.
As the fluid spurted out of him their eyes locked as Darcy groaned aloud.
Peters had reached out to a near by tea tray and picked up a linen napkin.
He had tenderly wiped Darcy’s emissions from his now soft penis and hands.
He had tucked Darcy’s now flaccid penis back in his breeches and fastened the buttons.
He had tucked the soiled napkin inside his uniform and stood up wordlessly.
Peters retreated as he knew his position in the house would be over if he said anything.

He remembered another incident when he had gone skinny dipping in a pond at Rosings with Richard as a teenager.
His Aunt had been furious as the boys had been discovered swimming naked by a farm hand.
In an attempt to hide they had got entangled in a clump of brambles.
Badly scratched they had been ordererd into hot baths.
Richard had been fine but Darcy had got infection in some of the scratches.
Terrified he would die his Aunt had sent for a doctor from London.

The handsome elegant doctor had taken one look at the feverish youngster and announced the gashes would need to be leeched.
The leeches were applied to each gash until they discovered a painful scratch on his penis.
The Doctor had announced he needed the room cleared as he did not want to distress the patient.
He had lowered the sheet, raised Darcy’s nightshirt and asked Darcy to point out the most painful area.
Darcy indicted the location.
The doctor cleared his throat and said.

‘My methods are not orthodox. I can cure you but fear society would not understand my methods. If I proceed you must not reveal my methods to the world at large’.

A young innocent Darcy had nodded.

The doctor bent over and sucked the infection out with his own lips.
Darcy remembered how his penis had hardened.
How the Doctor had reassured him that it was a natural reaction.
How warm and wet the Doctors lips had been.
How the Doctor had stopped as soon as Darcy’s penis started to leak.

He realised that he had many experiences confirming his new awareness that men could pleasure each other.
His roaming mind turned to Bingley and their activities during the night.
The warm water relieved the ache in his buttocks which had been penetrated by Bingley.
He let himself relive the sensation of Bingleys penis first entering his body. He had initially resisted the invasion in his body but had relaxed and allowed his friend to enter him.

He allowed his fingers to snake around to feel his nether hole.
He ran his finger around its rim and winced slightly as he touched a tender spot.
He wondered if Bingley had suffered as he did now.

He jerked back to reality and removed his exploring finger as his valet Wilkins entered the room.
He allowed hot water to be poured over his head.
His sore body protested as he pulled himself out of the bath.

Wrapped in a towel he retreated to his room. The valet had just finished changing the sheets. Darcy realised what he must have found stains on the bed linen.

‘Damn and blast!’ he said to himself.

Flicking his head to dismiss him he lay on his front on the bed and rested his aching body.

‘A new bride must feel like this’, he realised to himself.

He saw the door slowly open and a fully dressed Bingley enter.

They looked at each other and nodded in greeting.

‘Forgive me Darcy for the early intrusion’, Bingley said in a quiet voice.

‘I know how you are feeling this morning’, he added.

‘Possibly Charles, I have spent much time reflecting this morning over our actions. I feel ………….’.

‘No Darcy you misunderstand’, Bingley interrupted.

He held out a small pot.

He advanced towards the bed.

‘I know how you are feeling this morning’, he repeated with meaning.

‘Sore, aching and tender’, Bingley said softly.

Darcy nodded slowly.

‘I too felt the same after our night in the barn.
I was hoping to bring you some present relief’, he said kindly.

‘This salve will numb the ache and heal you quickly.
I think we would both like your recovery to be swift’, he said even more meaningfully.

Darcy nodded.

‘I will take care of you and repair the damage I may have done’, he leant over the bed and whispered in Darcy’s ear.

Despite his aches Darcy felt his body start to respond to the hot breathe at his ear.

Bingley sat on the bed and reached out to grasp Darcy’s shoulders.
He massaged the muscles and Darcy could feel the tension released.
He followed the line of his spine and kneaded the muscles and knots.
Bingley reached over for a pillow and encouraged Darcy to raise his hips so that he could slide a pillow under him.
Darcy’s body arched up as his buttocks were raised.

Bingley started to pull the towel open.
He spread it out on the bed so Darcy lay naked on the towel.
He started to massage Darcy’s calves and ankles.
His hands roamed up his muscular legs until they reached his thighs.

‘Hurry! Bingley. The staff will return soon’, Darcy gasped.

In answer Bingley grasped Darcy’s firm buttocks and started to massage them. He leant forward and nuzzled and kissed them.
He stroked the soft downy hair and sniffed the aromatic scent from the soap from the bath.

Darcy writhed on the bed and pressed his aching penis into the pillow.

He felt Bingley’s fingers stroke his buttocks then dip into the crease.
He felt exploring fingers edge towards his nether hole.
Bingley shifted on the bed and sat between Darcy’s thighs.
He nudged them apart until Darcy was open and exposed.
He reached for the salve and murmured,

‘Let me help you. I will be very gentle and try to anoint you with the healing salve in the tenderest places’.

Darcy felt a cold dollop of salve drop onto his nether hole. It was a shock and he flinched.

He felt Bingley’s fingers start to spread the cooling salve over the whole area. He felt the fingers massage towards his ball sac and caress him there.
He felt the fingers circle his hole as his buttocks strained up into the air to seek further stimulation.

Bingley paused to get more salve.
He returned to the entrance to his friend and started to push his finger in. Darcy felt tender there but allowed Bingley to continue as it felt wonderful to be so compliant and cared for.

He felt the finger go in and the coolness of the salve inside him.
Bingley was correct it did help.
Bingley withdrew his finger to Darcy’s disappointment.
He felt better as he recognised the feeling of two salve covered fingers enter him.
Bingley moved his fingers around to feel inside his friend.

Both men became oblivious to all except the motion of Bingley’s fingers inside Darcy.

They caressed, explored, retreated, advanced and pleasured.

The only sound was the ticking clock, their heavy breathing ……… and the door handle turning.

His valet stood transfixed.

He took in the sight of his master splayed naked on the bed.
Of Mr. Bingley kneeling on the bed between his masters outstretched thighs.
Of his masters flushed gasping face as it turned towards him.
Of the sight of naked male buttocks.
Of the sight of Mr. Bingley’s arm resting on his masters bare body.
Of Mr. Bingleys hand delving into the crease between the buttocks.
The fact that Mr. Bingley seemed to be missing two fingers.

Of the dawning realisation that Mr. Bingley’s missing fingers were inside Mr. Darcy.

As he watched he saw Bingley withdraw two shiny slick fingers from his master.

Wilkins was more shocked than ever before.
Nothing had prepared him for this sight.
He stared open mouthed at his normally proud noble master.

He turned to leave.

‘Wilkins. Stop. Do not leave’, the agitated voice of his master shouted.

He saw Mr Bingley rise from the bed and wipe his moist fingers on the towel his master lay on.
Mr. Darcy pulled himself up onto his knees.
His erect penis jutted out from his body illustrating his response to Mr Bingleys ministrations.
He stepped down onto the floor and seemed oblivious to his present state. He combed his hands through his hair in a disturbed manner as his penis started to soften until it finally nestled in the surrounding black pubic hair.

Wilkins had been valet to Mr Darcy for many years.
Mr Darcy was an exemplary master showing consideration and regard for his staff.
His position as valet allowed him to participate in his masters most intimate affairs.
He knew of his master’s unrequited love for Miss Bennett. He knew when his master had his special dreams about Miss Bennett and called out to her in the night.
He had bathed Mr Darcy each morning and been very intimate with his body. He had seen an aroused Mr Darcy on a number of occasions when helping him to dress.

He had never seen Mr Darcy lie on his bed with another mans fingers playing with his rear end.

Darcy knew he had seconds to retrieve this.
He knew that he was compromised unless he could think.

Collecting his thoughts with an icy calmness he spoke,

‘I injured myself riding and Charles was tending to me.
I am distressed at what you saw.
It is only a medical procedure that men undergo.
In the absence of a doctor Charles agreed to tend to me.
Why did you enter unbidden?’.

‘I thought you were alone. I wanted to get the laundry’, Wilkins stammered.

Darcy looked at his valet as he tried to fathom the extent of his distress. He could not believe he had made himself so vulnerable to discovery.
He hoped his extreme loyalty would help him in his subterfuge.
He tried to gauge his understanding of what he had witnessed.
Bingley stood to the side in mute mortification.
He blamed himself for not locking the door.

Darcy knew which stance he had to take.
The imperious master and employer.

‘Wilkins do you think we may put this behind us.
I am angry you entered my room without permission. You have embarrassed us all by your thoughtlessness. I am unwell today and this incident has further distressed me.
Forget what you saw, mention it to no one and we will not speak of it again’, he said firmly.

His discomfort at the deception was tempered by the realisation that Wilkins face was returning to normal.
Darcy felt he had got away with it.

Wilkins nodded and made to leave.

Darcy then realised he was still naked. His panic at the interruption had made him forget his state.

He looked down and gratefully saw that his long, thick, purple penis had softened and nestled back into the thick black curly hair at the juncture of his thighs.

The image of Wilkins watching Bingleys fingers as they were probing him was imprinted on his brain.
The thought that he had been observed as he was invaded by a man was foremost in his thoughts.

‘Bingley, Wilkins, please’, Darcy gestured to the door for them to leave.

Bingley quietly led Wilkins from the room as his master sat in silence.

He cursed himself.
He hated himself.
He hated Bingley.
He hated Elizabeth.
He hated the world.

He hated his traitorous body that had now started to produce the biggest most painful erection ever at the thought of his valet witnessing his depravity.

He hated the fact that he found the thought of being powerless, invaded, observed, discovered and helpless so stimulating.