I have never had so good a gentleman
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thatrcooperGetting back into writing can be difficult, so I tried to do a little something and ended up with two steampunk/not really steampunk stories. One of them is basically an alternate universe Will and Charlie. I'm not sure what to do with them. They aren't very good, at least, not from what I can tell, but I am kind of fond of them. It's very discouraging though, to see all that effort just sitting there in two random, blah stories. But hey, at least they got me kind of excited about werewolves again.
In other story type news, I put Ideas of Sin (oh dear, that old thing) up on Smashwords. If you are hankering for some French corsair with daddy issues captures bookish but fine English piece of ass, then that is where you should go. Also featuring 17th century stuff and religious debate and booty (pirate sex pun!) and very bad things and lots more sex. Six people have bought it so far, which tickles me to no end for some reason. SIX BRAVE SOULS. (I am so sorry. I wrote it years ago. But there's porn!)
Also, to the people who follow me on Tumblr or read these posts on Goodreads, you know I have no idea how I am supposed to act in these spaces, so you get this. You're welcome. ;)
Have some steampunk-ish valet-ness starring a slightly different Will and slightly different Charlie:
Will did not mean to linger by the door, but at quarter past twelve when he heard it open he was there to watch Charlie-- his gentleman, Mr. Charles Howard, esq.-- push open the door as he let himself in. For a moment Charlie was a tall, strong figure silhouetted by yellow, flickering street light and then he removed his hat to lean against the wall and sigh, which told Will all he needed to know about his master's current state. He hurried closer without a thought, startling Charlie who must not have seen him in the dark.
"It's just me, sir," Will whispered as he slid one of his master's arms around his shoulder to take his weight. He took the hat and set it aside. There was no sign of Charlie's cane, so when Charlie attempted to straighten, Will stubbornly stayed where he was. There was a cloying, heady scent clinging to his master's clothes, a scent that was neither the cologne that Will sprayed onto Charlie's handkerchief nor the crisp scent of the starch Will had personally used in his master's collar.
It was Lily-of-the-Valley perfume. Will wanted to hide his face when he recognized it and was grateful for the darkened entryway, though he did not think even in broad daylight that his gentleman would have noticed his reaction. There was much his gentleman did not notice.
Will eased one hand over Charlie's shirtfront and pressed until he could feel warmth and the beat of a heart. "Let's get you to bed."
Charlie attempted one more time to stand on his own, but gave in when Will would not release him. His right foot hit the floor too heavily, and despite the rugs laid down over the marble, a metallic echo carried up to Will's ears. He could nearly feel Charlie's skin grow warmer. Charlie often got embarrassed about things that weren't under his control, as though his occasional clumsiness weren't understandable.
"I thought I instructed you not to wait up," Charlie remarked as they turned to head to his room. No upstairs in this bachelor flat, no stairs at all beyond the ones to get in, and even those Will could do without. But some things his gentleman insisted on, and one of them was appearances. There would be stairs, and he would walk up those stairs, at least for the public to see.
Inside his flat the upstairs was a guest room and a library where Will fetched books for him. After prompting from his sisters, Charlie had agreed to install a lift, but hadn't yet committed to a timeframe.
"I wasn't tired, sir," Will puffed against Charlie's shoulder, inhaling the scent of lilies again. Will did not care for lilies, or the women who wore their scent, or women at all, for that matter, not in the way most men did.
Once inside the bedroom, he eased Charlie down onto the edge of his bed and removed his coat. He carried it into the closet and buried it under a pile of clothing waiting to be laundered.
Breathing freely again, he went back to his master's side, pausing only to turn up the gaslights. For a moment as he turned back, he lost his breath at the sight of Charlie in the amber light, his shirt starkly white, his skin warm and his hair dark, shadows along his square jaw and handsome face, under his eyes. He looked both strong and weary, but his eyes were steady on Will.
Will was conscious of his dishabille. He'd half undressed, fully intending to retire some time ago before he'd finally accepted that he couldn't sleep without knowing how Charlie's evening had gone. Now he knew. From the scent of those lilies, it had gone very well.
He scowled and looked away to hide his face, aware once again of what a dismal valet he was. At least his hands did not shake when he rested them against Charlie's throat, feeling hot skin for a bare second before he tugged at the knot of his cravat and slid it free.
In other story type news, I put Ideas of Sin (oh dear, that old thing) up on Smashwords. If you are hankering for some French corsair with daddy issues captures bookish but fine English piece of ass, then that is where you should go. Also featuring 17th century stuff and religious debate and booty (pirate sex pun!) and very bad things and lots more sex. Six people have bought it so far, which tickles me to no end for some reason. SIX BRAVE SOULS. (I am so sorry. I wrote it years ago. But there's porn!)
Also, to the people who follow me on Tumblr or read these posts on Goodreads, you know I have no idea how I am supposed to act in these spaces, so you get this. You're welcome. ;)
Have some steampunk-ish valet-ness starring a slightly different Will and slightly different Charlie:
Will did not mean to linger by the door, but at quarter past twelve when he heard it open he was there to watch Charlie-- his gentleman, Mr. Charles Howard, esq.-- push open the door as he let himself in. For a moment Charlie was a tall, strong figure silhouetted by yellow, flickering street light and then he removed his hat to lean against the wall and sigh, which told Will all he needed to know about his master's current state. He hurried closer without a thought, startling Charlie who must not have seen him in the dark.
"It's just me, sir," Will whispered as he slid one of his master's arms around his shoulder to take his weight. He took the hat and set it aside. There was no sign of Charlie's cane, so when Charlie attempted to straighten, Will stubbornly stayed where he was. There was a cloying, heady scent clinging to his master's clothes, a scent that was neither the cologne that Will sprayed onto Charlie's handkerchief nor the crisp scent of the starch Will had personally used in his master's collar.
It was Lily-of-the-Valley perfume. Will wanted to hide his face when he recognized it and was grateful for the darkened entryway, though he did not think even in broad daylight that his gentleman would have noticed his reaction. There was much his gentleman did not notice.
Will eased one hand over Charlie's shirtfront and pressed until he could feel warmth and the beat of a heart. "Let's get you to bed."
Charlie attempted one more time to stand on his own, but gave in when Will would not release him. His right foot hit the floor too heavily, and despite the rugs laid down over the marble, a metallic echo carried up to Will's ears. He could nearly feel Charlie's skin grow warmer. Charlie often got embarrassed about things that weren't under his control, as though his occasional clumsiness weren't understandable.
"I thought I instructed you not to wait up," Charlie remarked as they turned to head to his room. No upstairs in this bachelor flat, no stairs at all beyond the ones to get in, and even those Will could do without. But some things his gentleman insisted on, and one of them was appearances. There would be stairs, and he would walk up those stairs, at least for the public to see.
Inside his flat the upstairs was a guest room and a library where Will fetched books for him. After prompting from his sisters, Charlie had agreed to install a lift, but hadn't yet committed to a timeframe.
"I wasn't tired, sir," Will puffed against Charlie's shoulder, inhaling the scent of lilies again. Will did not care for lilies, or the women who wore their scent, or women at all, for that matter, not in the way most men did.
Once inside the bedroom, he eased Charlie down onto the edge of his bed and removed his coat. He carried it into the closet and buried it under a pile of clothing waiting to be laundered.
Breathing freely again, he went back to his master's side, pausing only to turn up the gaslights. For a moment as he turned back, he lost his breath at the sight of Charlie in the amber light, his shirt starkly white, his skin warm and his hair dark, shadows along his square jaw and handsome face, under his eyes. He looked both strong and weary, but his eyes were steady on Will.
Will was conscious of his dishabille. He'd half undressed, fully intending to retire some time ago before he'd finally accepted that he couldn't sleep without knowing how Charlie's evening had gone. Now he knew. From the scent of those lilies, it had gone very well.
He scowled and looked away to hide his face, aware once again of what a dismal valet he was. At least his hands did not shake when he rested them against Charlie's throat, feeling hot skin for a bare second before he tugged at the knot of his cravat and slid it free.
Love anything to do with Will and Charlie
Date: 2013-06-03 11:14 am (UTC)Re: Love anything to do with Will and Charlie
Date: 2013-06-05 09:46 pm (UTC)