Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 9

A few days later Jamie went over to Norwood for dinner with Chuck and the houseguests. It had poured rain all morning but the sun had come back out late that afternoon. The evening was still mild and after dinner Chuck and Jamie went outside. Chuck said he wanted to show Jamie the work that had just begun on the outbuildings that were being turned into guest quarters. Undoubtedly they were planning an al fresco tryst but fate intervened. While walking down a small slope toward the outbuildings Jamie slipped on the still wet grass and took a really bad spill, pulling Chuck down on top of him. 

“Jesus, baby! Are you OK?” Chuck asked. Jamie’s groans of pain made it clear that he wasn’t. Chuck climbed off, uninjured, and stood up to survey the scene. Jamie was writhing on the grass with his ankle very badly twisted. “Oh, God, let me get help, Jamie,” Chuck said. He pulled out his cell phone and called Darcy’s number. He was outside in a moment and, with Chuck’s help, was able to lift Jamie up and get him back into the house without having to put any weight on the ankle. After Jamie was lying on the big sofa Chuck knelt down to try to get a better look but Jamie yelped in agony when Chuck touched his ankle. 

“Chuck, you’re going to have to call the EMTs,” Darcy said. It took a bit of time for the EMTs to arrive, given that the accident happened out in the country. Fortunately the EMT truck carried a small portable X-ray machine. The EMTs were able to X-ray Jamie’s ankle and determine that while it wasn’t broken it was very badly sprained and Jamie wouldn’t be able to stand on that foot for a number of days, at a minimum. After the EMTs had gotten Jamie’s ankle immobilized they let him lie down on the couch again and took off.

“So sorry, everyone!” said Jamie. “I didn’t mean to be an imposition. If you guys don’t mind, maybe you could help me get back to Longacre?” 

“No way!” said Chuck. “You’re staying here until you can stand on that foot! You’re no imposition at all, and you won’t be any better off at home. You’d need to get upstairs there to your room, and I don’t know how much rest you’d get with your sisters constantly running in and out. Fitz, give me a hand here, and let’s get Jamie upstairs to the blue guest room. We can call over to Longacre to tell them what happened and get whatever Jamie needs to stay for a few days” 

“Sounds like a plan,” said Darcy. He stood up to his full 6’10” and shifted into superhero mode. He easily picked up Jamie and carried him to the house’s elevator. Upstairs, he laid Jamie down on the king-size bed in the blue guest room. “Chuck, you stay here with Jamie. I’ll run over to Longacre to get Jamie’s stuff. I’m also going to ask Izzy to come over and stay. Jamie’s going to need some help and his family’s going to be worried if he’s got to stay here for a few days.”

“Of course,” said Caroline, who’d followed them all upstairs. “Jamie and Izzy are certainly welcome to stay as long as they need to.” She said the right thing, but it sounded like she didn’t really mean it.

. . .

Half an hour later, with my and Jamie’s stuff in the back seat, I climbed into the Merc SUV with Darcy for the drive back to Norwood. I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed enough to finally realize I was in a car with the Incredible Hulk himself. I looked over to Darcy, who was squeezed into the driver’s seat where he seemingly was taking up half the space in the vehicle. “Thanks for helping us with this, Mr. Darcy,” I said. “I know our entire family appreciates everything you and the Binghams are doing for Jamie.” 

“Please. Call me Fitz. It makes me feel like someone’s speaking about my father when friends use my last name.” 

I gave the Hulk a surprised stare. This was certainly not what I was expecting from someone who thought I was a Munchkin and not attractive enough to dance with!

“OK. Fitz. Everyone calls me Izzy.”

“Glad to finally meet you, Izzy. And thanks for dropping whatever you had planned otherwise to come help Jamie and keep him company while he’s stuck with us at Norwood.. I know he’s going to be really glad to see you. We think the world of Jamie but it’s always better to have family with you when you’re sick away from home.”

We continued chatting on the way back to Norwood and I began relaxing. Fitz was perfectly pleasant and normal during the short drive back and I felt less intimidated by his imposing presence. Fitz grabbed the bags with my and Jamie’s stuff out of the back seat and walked into the house with me. Chuck came down to meet us and walked back upstairs with me and Fitz to the room where Jamie would be staying. I wouldn’t say I felt intimidated again, but seeing Fitz’s enormous body climbing the stairs I certainly felt something. Impressed? The yards-wide shoulders, narrow waist, and buns of steel certainly were impressive!

Jamie was, as they say, resting more or less comfortably in the blue guest room. Chuck told me I’d be in the yellow guest room directly across the hall so I could hear easily if Jamie needed anything during the night. Chuck’s suite was a couple more doors down the hall from us, and he told me to come get him if either of us needed anything. Like I said, Chuck is the sweetest, most caring guy you’ll ever know. Well, except for Jamie, who’s perfect.

The perfect boy was perfectly tuckered out, though, and zonked on painkillers, so he was soon asleep. It was too early, really, for me to go to bed so I went back downstairs to find Chuck, Fitz and Caroline in the big living room. “Hey, Izzy. Is Jamie all right?” Chuck asked.

“He’s finally asleep and with those pain killers I think he’s going to be out for the night. Thanks again, all of you, for everything you’ve done for Jamie today.”

“There’s nothing to thank us for. Jamie has almost become like family,” said Chuck. “Have you eaten? Can we get you anything?”

I wasn’t imagining things this time. Caroline’s face scrunched itself into an angry mask at Chuck’s mention of Jamie being like family. “What is her problem?” I wondered.

“Well, I’m not starving, but maybe a sandwich or something? I’ll be going to bed soon, so I can get up whenever Jamie does and needs anything.”

“I’m afraid the staff’s all left for the night,” Caroline whined, ever the soul of graciousness. 

“That’s OK,” said Fitz, unexpectedly. “I could use a bite, myself. C’mon Izzy, there’s bound to be something in the kitchen. Do either of you want anything?”

“No, thanks,” said Caroline grumpily. “I’m fine,” said Chuck. “You guys go ahead.”

Fitz got up to show me back to the kitchen and once again I felt. . .impressed? Lilliputian? I realized I had never been next to anyone so tall in person. The top of my head didn’t reach as high as the middle of his chest. 

Ducking his head as we went through the door we walked into the darkened kitchen and Fitz felt around for the light switches. “Do you want a sandwich?” Fitz asked. I nodded yes. “Well, I think they keep the bread in that pantry,” he said, nodding toward another door, “and there’s got to be something in the fridge for a filling.” 

Fitz headed for the huge double-doored fridge and opened one side of it. He rummaged around inside for a couple of minutes and said “Bingo! This will be perfect for sandwiches!” He emerged with an oven-proof glass loaf pan. “It’s a country terrine we had for lunch yesterday! Does that sound OK?” I nodded yes again.”OK, bread,” he said again. He opened the pantry door and, ducking his head once again, we went in. It was much larger than I expected — more like a small general store than what I thought of as a pantry. “Where would they have the bread?” he muttered, turning this way and that to see where it might be stored. He’s so huge it seemed crowded standing in the pantry with him.

“There?” I asked, pointing to a boxy thing on a counter next to where he was standing. Fitz opened the top and pulled out a bag with some kind of whole grain sliced bread. “We’re in business,” he said, with a big grin, and we walked back out into the main kitchen. Fitz switched off the pantry light, closed the door, and absent-mindedly patted my head and ruffled my hair. He stopped in his tracks and turned beet red with a horrified expression. “I’m so sorry!” he gasped. “I don’t know what I was thinking. That was totally inappropriate of me!” 

“What?” I asked. “You surprised me but I’m not angry or upset with you!”

Fitz looked relieved. “Are you sure? I’m so embarrassed. I know a lot of short, um, I mean small people hate having taller people pat their heads! It can be so demeaning!”

“I guess it depends on the context,” I said. “I haven’t thought about it much before, and this is the first time it’s happened to me. It’s OK. I’m not upset and I don’t feel demeaned.” 

“Well, thanks. But it won’t happen again, without your permission,” said Fitz. “You have nice hair, though,” he continued in a quiet voice. “Soft.” 

I stared up at him. “I’m going to get a stiff neck doing this, if I’m around him much,” I thought to myself. “OK. Thanks, I think. Now, sandwiches?” I asked.

Fitz dropped the bread on the kitchen island countertop and went rummaging again in the fridge. He looked pleased when he came up with a jar of coarse mustard and another of little cornichon pickles. “A late evening snack fit for a king,” he announced. He slathered the bread slices with some of the grainy mustard and cut a couple of thick slices of the terrine to fill the sandwiches. He found some small plates on the counter next to the sink and put the sandwiches on them with a few cornichons for garnish. He handed me one of the plates and a piece of paper towel to use for a napkin and we headed back to the living room. 

“I guess I didn’t expect you to know your way around a kitchen,” I said, as we walked down the corridor.

“Why?” he asked.

“I suppose I assumed you grew up with a staff that did everything like that for you.”

“Well, there is a big staff at Pemberton, and they do take care of meals for us. But I was raised to know how to take care of myself in basic ways when there isn’t any staff available. And I had to cook and clean for myself when I was in college. There wasn’t anyone there to peel grapes for me.” He looked at me with a small grin. I realized I was thinking to myself I wouldn’t have minded being his college grape-peeler! I could feel myself getting slightly flushed. 

We walked back into the living room where Caroline had somewhat un-grumped her face and Charles was sitting in an easy chair doing a sudoku. Who knew? Fitz sat down on the big sofa and set his sandwich down on the coffee table. He leaned back on the sofa and his legs splayed out. I couldn’t help looking briefly. He seemed to  have a basketball stuffed into his jeans. I could feel myself starting to blush again and turned away. 

“Damn,” I said.”I just realized I came without bringing anything to read. And I hate trying to read stuff on my cell phone screen.”

Chuck got up and walked me to some double doors at the opposite end of the living room. He flipped a light switch and walked me through them. I found myself in a very large library — much larger than Dad’s at Longacre. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find something in here,” Chuck said. And nodding his head toward another set of double doors he said “and the home theatre and video library are through there.” 

I browsed around for a bit and found a couple of books that interested me so I brought them back into the living room. I ate my sandwich and leafed through the books. I sneaked another couple of looks at Fitz. All his hugeness and the basketball were still parked there on the sofa, not going anywhere. It was getting late, I was no longer hungry, and I figured that after half-an-hour or so of reading I’d be drowsy. I was right. Before I completely nodded off I said good night to everyone and went upstairs to crash for the night. It had definitely been an unusual day.

Part 10

Jamie was starting to feel less pain after a few days in bed staying off his ankle. I was with him straightening things up and getting ready to take his breakfast tray downstairs when Chuck came into the room, a small bag from Walgreen’s in his hand. Jamie was sitting up in the bed, bare chested, looking like a Botticelli painting of “Apollo Rising From The Bedsheets.” With a glassy gaze Chuck walked over to the bed and kissed Jamie, hard. “How do you manage to look so gorgeous even when you’re not feeling well?” asked Chuck. 

“You’re sweet,” replied Jamie. “I actually slept pretty well last night,” he continued. “My ankle didn’t bother me as much as the night before last. I don’t think I’m ready to try standing on it but it’s definitely getting better.” 

“That’s great news!” exclaimed Chuck. “Such good news, in fact, that, as much as I love you, Izzy, I’m going to have to ask you to get lost for a while. I’m gonna give Jamie one of my world-famous, extra-special, um, massages.” 

I grinned at Chuck. “I’m sure that’ll do Jamie a world of good. I’m outta here. Just don’t ‘massage’ his ankle accidentally. But I’m sure you can figure out a work-around for that!” I picked up the breakfast tray and headed for the hall. “I’ll probably be in my room, if you need me for anything.”

“Whatever,” said Chuck, lustily. “Now, scram, cute stuff! Your big brother and I have some things to attend to!”  He walked me to the door, closed it behind me, and I could hear the lock clicking shut. I took the tray downstairs and left it in the kitchen, then, not seeing Fitz or Caroline anywhere, walked back upstairs to my room. 

Chuck gazed longingly at the Apollo of the Bedsheets. “What are you wearing under that blanket, Jamie?” he asked.

“Um, nothing much,” answered Jamie, blushing. 

“I think I need to see that before your massage,” said Chuck in a husky voice. He walked over to the bed and yanked the bedclothes down to the bottom of the bed. Jamie, like Apollo, was in the glorious altogether, except for the black boot on his bad ankle. “Oooh,” whispered Chuck. “Kinky!” Jamie giggled.

“I want you so badly,” said Chuck. “Me, too.” Jamie replied. 

“Well, let’s figure out what we can do without hurting your ankle,” said Chuck. “I guess you’re not in pain laying on your back like this?”

“No,” answered Jamie. “It doesn’t seem to hurt much as long as there’s no pressure on it.” 

“Then lie back, beautiful, and let me make you feel so good you’ll forget all about that damned ankle,” breathed Chuck, as he began licking Jamie’s ear. 

Jamie shuddered in pleasure as Chuck’s tongue traced the shape of Jamie’s ear and then tried to drill into it, before trailing down to his sculptured jaw line and then to his sensitive neck. “God, Chuck, just keep doing this! Like, until next year sometime? This feels sooo good!”

“Must be the magic of endorphins,” Chuck murmured. “Nature’s anesthesia! I read about them in some magazine! Our bodies release them when we’re making love.” 

“Then, don’t stop, Dr. Feelgood!”

Chuck pressed his mouth to Jamie’s lips and slid his searching tongue into Jamie’s. Jamie moaned as his own tongue reached into Chuck’s mouth and tried to lick his tonsils.

After a few moments, Chuck began licking his way back down Jamie’s smooth chest, his tongue tracing the outline of Jamie’s hard pec before licking his hard, dusty rose nipple. After nibbling on it for a few minutes, Chuck licked his way into the valley between Jamie’s pecs, and then up the other side of Jamie’s chest to his other nipple, which got treated to another tongue bath before Chuck began sucking and nibbling on it. At this point, Jamie was just panting and writhing from Chuck’s tender loving care treatment!

Slowly, Chuck worked his way downward, spending long minutes licking and tonguing Jamie’s adorable belly button, which only made Jamie writhe and pant harder. He put his hands on Chuck’s head and pushed it downward. Taking the cue, Chuck licked the moist pink head of Jamie’s beautiful cock and then down the shaft before cradling one of his warm, heavy balls in his mouth. After a few minutes gently massaging and sucking Jamie’s testicle Chuck released it and took the other in his mouth. “So good, Chuck!” Jamie gasped. “You’re turning me into jell-o!” 

“There’s more, beautiful. Just wait!” said Chuck. He licked on down the inner side of one of Jamie’s muscular thighs before licking his way back up the other one and then into the sensitive spot between Jamie’s balls and his ass. Jamie bucked and then yelped, “Ow!”

“What?” Chuck asked. 

“Sorry. My damned ankle. I put some pressure on it when you made me buck up like that!” Jamie replied.

“Can you raise your legs up without hurting?” asked Chuck. 

“Yes, I think so. Let me try,” said Jamie. He raised his legs, drawing his knees back toward his chest. Chuck immediately darted forward, his tongue bathing Jamie’s crack and searching out his tight, pink rosebud. “Oh, my God, Chuck. That’s heaven!” he breathed.

Chuck groped for the small Walgreen’s bag he’d brought with him. Reaching into it he pulled out a small bottle of lube and, flicking open the lid, poured a small amount on his fingers. Slowly he pressed one against Jamie’s opening and gently massaged it until it began to relax and the finger slipped inside. “Oooh,” Jamie sighed. “That feels great.” 

Chuck continued his insertion and slid his finger back and forth in Jamie’s hot, tight channel as he brought his mouth back to suck in Jamie’s cock again. He slowly gave Jamie a wet, loving blow job as he slipped a second finger into Jamie’s ass. This went on for a while longer before Jamie was relaxed enough for Chuck to work a third finger into his hot hole. Chuck reached down into his little bag of supplies and fished out a condom that he handed to Jamie. “Can you open that for me?” he asked. Jamie did and handed the unwrapped rubber back to Chuck, who slipped it onto his own throbbing erection. 

He carefully withdrew his fingers from Jamie’s hole and pressed the head of his throbbing cock against Jamie’s anus. He squeezed a little more lube onto it and rubbed and massaged Jamie’s hole with his cock head until he could feel Jamie relaxing and opening to him. He pushed a bit harder and felt the head of his cock slip inside Jamie. Jamie hissed sharply.

“You OK, babe?” Chuck asked. “Just give me a minute to get used to you,” Jamie answered.

Chuck hovered in place, his cock head just inside Jamie, while lowering his mouth to Jamie’s and kissing him deeply. He could feel Jamie relaxing into the bed and thrust his hips forward, pushing another couple of inches deeper into Jamie. “That OK, babe?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” sighed Jamie. “You feel great. C’mon, Chuck. Let me feel all of you now.” Not one to resist that kind of encouragement, Chuck pushed forward and slid the rest of his veiny nine-incher into Jamie and then let his weight down onto him. “Is this all right? I’m not too heavy?” he asked.

“No, it’s perfect,” Jamie answered. “You can start moving.” 

Chuck began slowly, gently sliding in and out of Jamie’s tight, hot channel. “I’m going to have to differ with you, Jamie,” Chuck whispered into Jamie’s ear. “This is heaven! I don’t know how long I can last inside you like this! Do you think you can cum when I do?”

“Yeah. You have no idea how good you’re making me feel with that big cock of yours!” Jamie groaned. “You’re definitely hitting my spot with all that long-stroking you’re doing!” Chuck pushed forward again and Jamie shuddered and groaned again. “Like that!” Jamie exclaimed. “Keep doing that and you’re going to push it all out of me!” 

Chuck picked up the pace, supporting Jamie’s legs with his arms behind Jamie’s knees. “C’mon, Jamie! Cum with me!” Chuck urged, ramming his big cock deeply into Jamie. “Getting really close!”

Jamie pushed his ass into Chuck’s crotch. “I’m close, too. Give it all to me!” he grunted.  

“Unnnhh!” Chuck groaned. “I’m there! Feel it? Cum with me, Jamie!” Chuck began bucking uncontrollably as his pent-up orgasm sent lightning bolts through his body. 

“Oh my God, Chuck! I can feel you cumming inside me! I’m there, too!” Jamie cried, as his cock began spurting between them.

Chuck lowered himself back down onto Jamie and gently rolled him over to his side, avoiding putting any pressure on Jamie’s injured ankle. He pulled Jamie to him and the two embraced tightly.

“That was amazing, Chuck! I’ve never cum before just from having someone inside me like that!” 

“It was more than amazing! You can’t imagine how wonderful I feel knowing that I could do that for you, Jamie! I’ve never cum that way before, myself, and I’ve never had anyone else I was fucking cum just because I was inside them. That was magical! I don’t have other words to describe it.”

“Magical is an awfully good word for it. I just hope it’s not the last time that happens when I’m with you! I can’t wait to get this thing off my foot so I don’t have to worry about it and just let go completely when we’re together!”

“Soon, beautiful man! And then I want to feel you inside me, too!”

“God, you’re going to get me hard again!” groaned Jamie. 

“Shh!” said Chuck. “Let’s not get so carried away we accidentally hurt your ankle some more. Just rest there, gorgeous. I’m going to get some warm washcloths to clean up with. You let off a real gusher, there when you came!” 

Chuck soon returned with the warm cloths and the two beautiful men took turns wiping up their sticky bodies. Once done, they lay back down on their sides and embraced again, kissing gently and slowly dozing off into reveries. . .