Title: Inappropriate
Author:
cruisedirector
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Summary: What the King wants, the King gets.
Warnings: Implied gay sex, implied het sex.
Notes: Happy birthday
celandineb!
(1)
Bertie is stronger than Lionel expects. Not that Lionel could have expected (nor even dreamed, no of course he didn't) to find the King grinning and pressing him into the corner, away from the windows, one hand shooting out to lock the door.
It's Lionel's own fault that he can't even tell whether the microphone is still on, since Lionel told the broadcasters to switch off the warning light. Now he has no choice but to keep silent. No moans, no pleas, not even a grunt as Bertie proves how effective those mouth exercises have been at loosening his jaw.
(2)
"Not here. Bertie, you're out of your mind..."
"Right here. Quickly, before anyone knocks." Bertie shoves neat stacks of papers into one messy pile and drops it on the floor, sending the top sheet floating halfway across the room. His tie lands on top of the pages a minute later, waistcoat loosened, trousers falling down his legs.
The King of England flashes Lionel a smile as he bends over his desk, hips in the air. "I've half a mind to give you a spanking," growls Lionel.
"But someone might hear." Bertie's grin says he's won. "So give me something else."
(3)
Lionel can rationalize it in his consultation room, in Bertie's office, even in Bertie's bed, yet his own bed is different. The King and Queen don't sleep in the same room, but Lionel's bedroom is equally Myrtle's. Though she hasn't objected to sharing Lionel, he can't help feeling that to share their bed with Bertie would be a betrayal.
He does it anyway. Bertie can talk him into anything.
Myrtle comes home just as he's starting to strip off the sheets. There's no need for explanations.
Lionel thinks he's too tired, but Myrtle could always talk him into anything, too.
(4)
The maids, the valets, the secretaries, the equerry, even the Archbishop will no longer meet Lionel's gaze. Lionel presumes that this means they all know, and loathe him for it.
Then Bertie asks him to come along while his brother David is visiting. Lionel watches the way the staff treats the Duchess of Windsor. They're unafraid to look directly into her eyes, and their tone conveys neither careful politeness nor forced indifference, but contempt.
They would die for the King. So long as Bertie loves Lionel and the Queen accepts him, Lionel will be safe.
More importantly, so will Bertie.
Author:
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Summary: What the King wants, the King gets.
Warnings: Implied gay sex, implied het sex.
Notes: Happy birthday
(1)
Bertie is stronger than Lionel expects. Not that Lionel could have expected (nor even dreamed, no of course he didn't) to find the King grinning and pressing him into the corner, away from the windows, one hand shooting out to lock the door.
It's Lionel's own fault that he can't even tell whether the microphone is still on, since Lionel told the broadcasters to switch off the warning light. Now he has no choice but to keep silent. No moans, no pleas, not even a grunt as Bertie proves how effective those mouth exercises have been at loosening his jaw.
(2)
"Not here. Bertie, you're out of your mind..."
"Right here. Quickly, before anyone knocks." Bertie shoves neat stacks of papers into one messy pile and drops it on the floor, sending the top sheet floating halfway across the room. His tie lands on top of the pages a minute later, waistcoat loosened, trousers falling down his legs.
The King of England flashes Lionel a smile as he bends over his desk, hips in the air. "I've half a mind to give you a spanking," growls Lionel.
"But someone might hear." Bertie's grin says he's won. "So give me something else."
(3)
Lionel can rationalize it in his consultation room, in Bertie's office, even in Bertie's bed, yet his own bed is different. The King and Queen don't sleep in the same room, but Lionel's bedroom is equally Myrtle's. Though she hasn't objected to sharing Lionel, he can't help feeling that to share their bed with Bertie would be a betrayal.
He does it anyway. Bertie can talk him into anything.
Myrtle comes home just as he's starting to strip off the sheets. There's no need for explanations.
Lionel thinks he's too tired, but Myrtle could always talk him into anything, too.
(4)
The maids, the valets, the secretaries, the equerry, even the Archbishop will no longer meet Lionel's gaze. Lionel presumes that this means they all know, and loathe him for it.
Then Bertie asks him to come along while his brother David is visiting. Lionel watches the way the staff treats the Duchess of Windsor. They're unafraid to look directly into her eyes, and their tone conveys neither careful politeness nor forced indifference, but contempt.
They would die for the King. So long as Bertie loves Lionel and the Queen accepts him, Lionel will be safe.
More importantly, so will Bertie.
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Date: 2011-03-04 01:07 am (UTC)Ohh, beHAVE!!!
Happy Birthday,
ETA: For #3, I love a willing Lionel! And for #4 -- wow, that one packs an emotional punch...still thinking it over...
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Date: 2011-03-04 01:29 am (UTC)Stasia
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Date: 2011-03-04 01:59 am (UTC)Something particularly AWESOME about #1. :)
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Date: 2011-03-04 02:22 pm (UTC)Oh, thank you so much! I like the third bit especially well - go Myrtle! - but the whole thing is just lovely!
*smooches*
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