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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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Two days remained before the family headed off for a week to the wedding of a second cousin of Lord Grantham’s. Mr. Carson lamented privately to Mrs. Hughes that the family invited guests for the evening when the staff should be focused on preparing for the trip. The Crawleys were entertaining a baron, baroness, and their two sons who were visiting as part of their trip through the countryside. The elder of the sons was an avid archer, and Lord Grantham arranged for a proper setup for his practice by the garden while both families had lunch. The staff enjoyed watching the man give archery lessons (or attempt to) to Mr. Branson, and then even Lady Edith tried her hand.

“That looks like fun,” Price commented to Thomas as he restocked a tray with finger sandwiches. They stood under a linen canopy outfitted with everything the staff would need to serve lunch outdoors.

Thomas looked on as Mr. Branson finally succeeded at hitting the bullseye. The small crowd clapped as he pumped his fist. “Maybe you can join in their leisure activities when they adopt you like they adopted him.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” Price said, brushing off Thomas’s dig. He adjusted his vest and carried his tray to the family.

Lord Grantham checked the time on his pocket watch and realized the watch had stopped. “No amount of winding seems to make this hunk of junk want to work,” and said, shaking his head.

“I could take a look at it for you, m’Lord,” Price offered quietly as Lord Grantham selected a sandwich.

“You know about art as well as mechanics. Quite the Renaissance man.”

Price held the tray steady so the baron’s son could take a sandwich. “If you give it to Mr. Bates tonight, I can try my best before you leave on your trip.”

Lord Grantham nodded. “I will, thank you, Price.”

“What was that about?” Thomas asked when Price was back under the canopy.

“I thought we were respecting each other’s privacy?”

Thomas stepped closer to Price. “Do not forget your position here.”

Moore interrupted the two, a tray of empty glasses in his hand. “I need more champagne.”

“Then get more champagne, why are you bothering me?” Thomas snapped.

“Mr. Barrow, we’re out of it out here and I don’t have a key to get more from inside.”

Thomas pushed the pitcher he was holding into Moore’s hand and headed to the house.

“What’s up his backside?” Moore asked Price. “Or who?” he added with a snicker.

“Sean, stop it. We’re working.”

“No one can hear us.”

Price clicked his tongue, a habit he picked up from Mrs. Hughes.

“Why do you keep after him, anyway?” Moore pushed.

Price pretended to busy himself with the dessert trays.

“Seriously, David. You hear what everyone says about him. You’ve got a good thing here, and he’s certainly no good thing.”

Exasperated, Price waited for the family to cheer again to ensure no one would hear him. “Don’t throw stones. They’d say the same if they knew about us.”

“Aye, watch it!” Moore whispered.

“You! You’re always doing this.”

Moore whispered, “You and me, we’re just having fun. He’s different.”

“Just leave me for the rest of the day, will you?”

Moore smoothed his hair and cleared his throat. “Alright, have it your way.”

Thomas returned with champagne. He popped the cork and poured the effervescent liquid into the glasses Moore had lined on a table. He noticed the agitation on both footmen’s faces.

“My my, was there a quarrel while I was fetching the champagne?”

Moore placed full glasses on his tray and carried them to the family. Price took a tray of champagne as well and followed. Thomas realized he was making the face Price had teased him about before and relaxed his mouth, but he couldn’t help being quite entertained by the obvious spat.

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On the morning the family was scheduled to leave, there was still tension between Price and Moore. Daisy noticed Price’s pouting as he waited for a dish of eggs to bring up for breakfast. “Mr. Barrow isn’t bothering you, is he?” she prodded.

“I didn’t mean to look glum,” he said, summoning a smile. Daisy handed him the eggs and watched him leave.

“He’s especially pretty when he pouts,” she said to Mrs. Patmore.

“Men don’t like to be called ‘pretty’, Daisy,” Mrs. Patmore sighed while taking a heavy pan from the oven.

“Oh but he is,” Daisy replied, glowing. “Those emerald eyes. And his eyebrows, they’re so expressive.”

“Go ahead and compliment him on his eyebrows, I bet men get a kick out of that, too.”

Daisy shook her head and prepared the next dish due to be brought upstairs. “I don’t think he’s my type, but I can still admire him.”

“What are we admiring?” a kitchen maid asked Daisy.

“David,” she whispered.

The maid nodded. “I like his eyebrows.”

Daisy gave Mrs. Patmore a satisfied smile.

Moore arrived to collect the next dish and turned quickly to bring it upstairs.

“He’s not so bad either,” the maid said to Daisy.

Moore stopped in the doorway and looked back at them. Daisy and the maid returned to their work, avoiding his eyes. But he kept them on the maid until she looked up from under her bonnet. Price returned in time to see them exchange glances.

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The servants who would stay behind escorted the family and others outside as they departed. Lord Grantham approached Price and put his hand on his shoulder. “Bates brought me the watch this morning, David. It’s working like a charm. You have my gratitude.”

Price wanted to celebrate the way Mr. Branson had when he hit the target, but managed an appropriate, “You’re welcome, m’lord,” instead.

The family, along with Mr. Bates, Miss Baxter, Mr. Molesley, Anna, and a few other staff, climbed into cars and waved their goodbyes. On the way back in the house, Thomas stopped Mr. Carson.

“Mr. Carson, with the family away, I was hoping I could take the night off.”

“I don’t see why not. When will you be back?”

“Bright and early.”

“Fine then, Mr. Barrow.”

Price overheard the request, and his celebratory mood was cut short wondering if Thomas was going to see his admirer. He then remembered Moore’s moment with the kitchen maid during breakfast and felt gloomier still.

“Buck up,” Thomas told him when they passed each other later in the stairwell. “Maybe the family will bring you along next time. Come to think of it, Lady Edith’s single, you could try and maneuver a ‘Tom Branson’. Maybe try wooing her with your watchmaking skills.”

Price looked to make sure no one was nearby. “Mr. Barrow, my only crime was trying to be your friend. You don’t have to be so unkind.” He began to descend the stairs, then turned back to Thomas, who was now steps above him. “Send my regards to ‘Erin’ this evening.”

Thomas smiled like a Cheshire cat. “You cheeky little bastard.”

Price turned and continued down the stairwell. Thomas’s comment and smile made his heart quicken, and he had a moment of realization. It wasn’t friendship he wanted from Thomas.

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Thomas didn’t require the address Eric provided to locate the inn. There were only so many places to stay in the village. There was a small but lively piano bar in the lounge and the liquor had clearly been pouring since early in the evening. Thomas took a pause to watch the performance and calm his nerves before going to Eric. He decided some whisky would ensure his nerves were effectively calmed and ordered a shot of the drink before heading to Eric’s room.

He found the room and put his knuckles to the door, but waited to knock. This evening was built up in his mind and he would be crushed to leave disappointed. He finally summoned the nerve to rap on the door. Three times, like Eric had asked.

“It’s open,” the familiar voice called.

The room was lit by just the light from the busy street outside coming through the thin curtains, as well as one candle on the dresser. Thomas didn’t see Eric at first on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall, wearing only his undershirt and trousers. He took two steps toward Thomas as Thomas closed and locked the door.

“I wondered if I had built you up in my mind,” Eric breathed, “but my god, you’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”

“How can you tell from over there?” Thomas asked, placing his hat on the dresser and his jacket across the back of a chair.

Eric lit small lamp. He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, then removed his trousers, leaving just his underwear.

“Not leaving any time to get reintroduced?” Thomas asked.

Eric dropped to his knees, then his hands, and slowly crawled the distance of the room to Thomas. He kneeled and sat back on his heels.

“Let me reintroduce myself, then. I’m Eric Weatherbee, and I’m here to return the favor from the last time we met.”

Thomas began to take off his vest, but Eric stopped him. He unbuckled Thomas’s belt and unbuttoned his his trousers.

“Well you’re restless, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been imagining what’s under here for over a month. I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Don’t I have a say in any of this?” Thomas reached down and ran the back of his fingers over Eric’s cheek.

Eric closed his eyes at the touch. “Of course,” he said, opening his eyes. “What do you say?”

Thomas combed his fingertips through Eric’s hair, then cupped his face in both hands. “Kiss me first.”

Thomas helped Eric to his feet. Eric rubbed his lips together, wetting them with his tongue. He let the tip of his nose touch Thomas’s.

“Anything for you,” Eric whispered. He looked in Thomas’s eyes, then at his lips, then breathed in deeply through his nose as their lips met for the first time. They kissed slowly at first, Eric’s tongue sliding delicately across Thomas’s. Thomas thought his heart might escape his ribcage as Eric probed deeper and with more force, but still slowly and deliberately. Eric pulled back and put his nose to Thomas’s again. “Whisky?”

Thomas laughed. “I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not at all. You’re delicious.” Eric kissed Thomas again, a low moan escaping as Thomas licked his tongue in response. “Tell me what to do.”

“You can get back on your knees.”

Eric obliged.

“And I can undress for you this time.”

Thomas could tell Eric was already impossibly hard through his underwear. Eric placed his hand on his own crotch, but Thomas put out a finger. “Ah ah ah. You can wait. It’s my turn.”

Eric clasped his hands in his lap. “Yes, sir.”

Thomas removed his vest, then his dress shirt. “That undershirt does you justice,” Eric commented, enjoying how it hugged Thomas’s torso.

“Glad you approve,” Thomas said, pulling it off. Eric’s cock flexed obviously beneath the tight cloth of his underwear.

“Sorry,” he smiled. “I like a man with chest hair.”

“Mmm, what else do you like?”

“I’d like to see the rest of those clothes come off.”

Thomas took everything off to his underwear.

“What about that?” Eric asked, pointing to Thomas’s glove.

Thomas looked at his hand. “That stays on.”

“Fine,” Eric pouted. “But nothing else.” He scooted closer to Thomas. “Can I do it?”

Thomas held his arms open. “By all means.”

Eric pinched the waist of Thomas’s underwear between his fingers, then, surprising Thomas, gently bit the tip of Thomas’s cock through the cloth. Thomas pushed himself against Eric’s mouth. Eric relieved Thomas of his underwear and kissed him from base to tip and back down. The sound of Eric’s kisses made Thomas harder still.

“Can I take mine off?” Eric asked.

“Not yet,” Thomas breathed, pushing Eric’s loose, wavy hair away from his face. Eric leaned his head back and sucked one of Thomas’s fingers into his mouth, then pulled back and sucked in a second. “You’re such a tease,” Thomas whined.

“Says the man who invented the practice,” Eric replied. He grabbed the base of Thomas’s cock and filled his mouth so quickly that Thomas almost lost his balance. Eric held Thomas’s hip steady with his other hand and fell into a rhythm that made Thomas’s heart pound.

Thomas pumped his hips to match Eric’s pace, and just as he fell into the same rhythm, Eric swallowed all of him. He let Thomas slide out of his mouth, then back in, all the way, pulling Thomas towards him to make sure he took it all. Thomas had another man’s mouth around him before, but not like this. He realized that he was moaning. Perhaps a little too loudly. He looked down to find Eric’s eyes on him.

“You look good with me inside you,” Thomas panted.

Eric stroked Thomas with his hand and kissed his stomach. “Let’s try something else just to be sure.” He motioned for Thomas to lay on the bed, which Thomas did without hesitation. Eric pulled off his underwear and hopped onto the mattress between Thomas’s legs. “Have to make sure you’re good and wet first,” his whispered, licking Thomas like candy.

“Yes, make plenty sure of that,” Thomas sighed.

Eric climbed Thomas’s body and straddled him, positioning himself so that Thomas could steady his cock to slide inside. Eric lowered his weight onto Thomas. Thomas bit his lower lip to stifle a howl, instead grunting and gasping as Eric came to rest on his hips.

“So how do I look with you in me now?” Eric asked. Thomas started to answer, but the words were caught in his throat as Eric began circling his hips slowly side to side. “Can I touch myself now?”

“I can do that,” Thomas said, wrapping his hand around Eric.

Eric pulled off of Thomas and placed himself by Thomas’s lips. “How about a quick lick?”

Thomas let Eric slide between his lips just a few times before flicking his tongue across the tip. “Back to work.”

Eric slid himself back onto Thomas. He lowered his body onto Thomas’s so that they could kiss, then nuzzled his face into the crook of Thomas’s neck and kissed a spot that made Thomas shudder. He revisited the same spot with his tongue, and then kissed up Thomas’s neck to his earlobe. “Will you get on top?” Eric requested.

Thomas and Eric rolled together, and Thomas propped himself up on his forearms. “Like this?”

Eric smiled. “Now I can see you better.”

“You like the look of me?” Thomas asked, returning a large, warm smile.

“Especially when you look as happy as I am,” Eric said, stroking Thomas’s cheekbone with his thumb. They looked into eachothers eyes for a moment before Eric wrapped his thighs around Thomas’s hips and pulled him deep inside. Thomas let himself fall onto Eric, tucking his arms under Eric’s upper back, holding Eric’s shoulders as he pumped himself in and out. Eric reached one arm up and wrapped a hand around a bar of the metal headboard.

Thomas kissed Eric’s bicep and then his lips. “Don’t forget about yourself,” Thomas whispered between pants and moans. Eric slipped his hand between their bodies to stroke himself. “I don’t think I can last much longer,” Thomas admitted.

“We have the whole night. This can be round one,” Eric said. “But do me one favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Look at me when you get off.”

Thomas pushed back to his knees, resting his hands on his thighs as he rocked in and out of Eric. Eric pulled his own knees up to his sides and continued to stroke himself. The sight below him was more than Thomas could bare. He felt the warm beginnings of an orgasm in his stomach, then his thighs, and then finally pulsing through his groin as he rode in and out of Eric with building momentum. When the buzzing electrical pleasure of his orgasm subsided, he slipped out and crawled between Eric’s legs, taking him into his mouth so Eric could ride his own wave to release. Eric smiled and gasped, entangling his fingers in Thomas’s hair as he came. Thomas swallowed and kissed his way back up Eric’s body, then laid his head on the pillow next to Eric’s. They both laughed as their breathing came to rest.

Eric played with Thomas’s chest hair and kissed his cheek. “I have something for you. But you have to promise me, truly promise, you’ll keep it secret.”

Thomas put his hand over Eric’s. “I can do my best.”

“Really,” Eric began seriously. “Do you have somewhere you can hide things?”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “Something I have to keep more hidden than sultry letters?”

Eric rolled off the bed and over to his suitcase. He produced a stiff piece of paper and returned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I had a very trusted photographer friend arrange this for me,” he explained, and turned the paper over, revealing a gelatin print of himself in a photography studio, nude and aroused.

Thomas took the picture carefully from Eric. “This photographer, is he more than a friend?”

Eric laughed, “Oh god, no. The photographer is a ‘she.’ And she likes other ‘shes’.”

Thomas looked up at Eric.

“There’s a whole world of people like us out there,” Eric said. “You just have to know where to find them.”

“And I can have this?” Thomas studied the image.

“If you promise like I asked.”

“I’d tell you anything to keep this,” Thomas teased. “It’s incredible.”

“Come to London sometime and I can arrange one of you for me.”

Eric was being playful, but the idea made Thomas anxious. He patted Eric’s leg and handed him the picture. “Maybe clean up and fetch us some drinks from downstairs?”

“Oh I see, I’m the servant now?”

Thomas took the picture back and settled into the bed. “Yes, Mr. Weatherbee. Go get me some more whisky while I become acquainted with this picture.”

“I hope you do become acquainted with it while we’re apart,” Eric said. He wiped himself clean with a towel and began to get dressed.

“You’re actually going to get me a drink?”

Eric kissed the back of Thomas’s hand and headed for the door. “I’ll serve you all night if you’d like,” he said, opening the door and disappearing into the dimly lit hallway.

Thomas sat on the edge of the bed, holding the glossy picture to the light. He let himself fantasize about being the type of person who could live a life in London, knowing other people like himself so well he could request a studio session like Eric’s. At least for tonight, he was that kind of person.
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