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Footman in Training	By : imdirty Category: 1 through F > Downton Abbey Views: 2654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The new staff had their first chance to handle guests before Lord and Lady Grantham returned from their trip. Lady Edith had invited several journalists from her magazine to visit Downton as a thanks for all of their hard work. From the guests' arrival, Thomas could feel the eyes of the tallest of the men, Eric Weatherbee, on him. Eric was slim but athletic, with masculine features softened by thick lashes over his brown eyes. At first he thought Eric was taking him in as part of the grand surroundings, many people these days were unfamiliar with the role of servants or had been to such an estate. However, when Eric's hand lingered as he took pheasant from Thomas's tray at dinner, and their eyes met a little longer than was normal practice, Thomas was certain Eric's gaze was more than curiosity.
Thomas filled Eric's glass with just a little more wine than the others each time he went around the dining table.
When Thomas returned to his place in line with the other servants, he kept his eyes away from Price. Price had snuck into one of Thomas's dreams the night before. Thomas was tired of repeating the same behavior, falling for someone who had no interest being his friend let alone more. He knew nothing of this Price. Just a new pretty face. Why waste sleep on that?
Though Eric's wine glasses were the most full, there had still been plenty of wine shared among the group, and the atmosphere became warmer and livelier at dessert. Even Lady Mary seemed to soften and enjoy flirting coyly with the journalist seated next to her. Lady Edith suggested dancing, and several servants were off to prepare the hall and gramophone. When the ladies, guests, and servants made their way to the hall for dancing, Eric fell back to walk in step with Thomas.
"Excuse me, may I ask a favor?"
"Please tell me, how can I be of service?" Thomas replied, looking to his other side to see who might be in range of hearing.
"When I went to my room to unpack earlier, I saw there was a room with a bath attached. I hoped perhaps you could come by my room this evening and make sure I'm operating it properly."
Thomas looked up and into Eric's eyes, two mischievous pools of chocolate. "Yes, I've heard plumbing can vary greatly from bath to bath. I would be happy to help."
Both men fell out of step with each other, small smiles on both faces.
Thomas made sure he waited until all the servants' dormitory doors were closed for the night before heading to Eric's room. Flirtation and sneaking at Downton was not foreign to Thomas, but it had decreased in frequency the older he got.
Eric was at the door within seconds of Thomas's knock. Just as quickly as Eric had answered the door, his hands were already busy, flying up to cup Thomas's jaw. He pulled Thomas's face up to his, but Thomas grabbed Eric at the wrists before their lips could meet.
"First, let's get you ready for your bath."
Eric cheeks were already flushed, and Thomas wondered what kind of thoughts Eric had while he waited the hours for Thomas's arrival. This was what he loved about these adventures; occupying another man's thoughts and desires, and controlling what he would allow the man to play out in reality.
Thomas undressed Eric like a valet might. He removed and hung his jacket carefully, undid Eric's cuff links and placed them in the tray on the vanity. Eric watched in the full length mirror as Thomas undid Eric's tie, then each button down his shirt, and slipped it from his shoulders. Eric was long and lean, earning his body hiking mountains and deserts for his stories, peddling a bicycle down city and village streets across the globe. Thomas hadn't ventured much further than the borders of the village since the war, yet here was a man, well traveled, who wanted nothing more than to spend this evening with Thomas.
Thomas left Eric in his pants and led him to the bathroom, leaving him by the door to fill the tub. Thomas took of his own jacket, then faced Eric, locking eyes with him as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Wait, what about your shirt? And my pants? And your pants?"
"I have to do everything? Take off your trousers, then come here."
Eric unbuckled his belt, still keeping Thomas's gaze, and slid off his pants, underwear, and socks all in one move. He kicked the pile of clothes to the side and stood before Thomas. Thomas checked Eric head to toe and back again. Carved from marble, Thomas thought. Especially where it counted.
Thomas turned off the water and gestured for Eric to get in.
"But what about you?"
Thomas didn't move, and so Eric reluctantly slid into the bath, resting his head on its porcelain ridge. Thomas pulled a stool up next to the tub and sat down. The steam from the water loosened Eric's hair. Thomas wet his hand and then smoothed Eric's hair away from his eyes. Thomas's hand then slid down further, fingers trailing Eric's neck, collarbone, and chest. He rested his palm on Eric's stomach and met his eyes again.
Eric struggled to read Thomas. Thomas's face was near expressionless. except for what seemed like a small smile at the corner of his eyes.
"You're not coming in here with me, are you?"
Thomas answered by letting his hand continue down Eric's stomach, across a hip, down a thigh, and then up between them.
Eric let his eyes close and sighed with relief. Thomas couldn't help but smile as Eric gripped the sides of the bath, somehow getting even harder than he had been while standing before Thomas.
Eric opened his eyes as his head lolled to the side. He watched Thomas at work; crisp white shirt and vest, hair somehow unphased by the same steamy bath, head held high. Eric knew he'd play out this scene of the servant caring for his needs in his private bath over, and over, and over on lonely nights.
"Please don't let the night end here," Eric breathed. Thomas made his pace faster, and Eric finished quickly, still feeling the waves of his orgasm as Thomas stood, wiped his hands, and began rolling down his sleeves.
"Please!" Eric called, leaning over the side of the tub.
Thomas slipped his jacket back on and then slid himself out the doorway, down the hall, and back to the dormitory. Before turning the knob on his door, he noticed a shape in the hallway. Price, too, was returning to his room. Thomas stood still so as not to be noticed and waited for Price to disappear inside his room.
Once Thomas was under his sheets, he couldn't help picturing the long, taut body of the journalist under his hand. After he found his way to release, visions of Price found their way to the front of his mind, just as they had in his dream. Though Thomas admitted, if Price was the kind of young man who snuck out of his room within just the first week of employment, maybe there was some fun to be had after all.
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