A Gray Hair?- Halloween AU One Shot

[guavejuice]

Banner by Bissa666

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:AU
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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"Schmidt? Get in here!" A chilling demanding command spirals through the corridors all the way from the master bedroom to the servant's quarters downstairs.

"What is it master?" Schmidt, the loyal butler responds. His master, a tall imposing man in his late 30's stands still a few feet away dressed in a dark gray wool suit.

"Will you be going out tonight My lord?" the butler inquires after a quiet pause.

The master doesn't reply.

"Will you be going down for dinner in the dining room instead?" The butler asks.

"Not likely, I'll be staying up here tonight," the master answers finally with a grim face.

"Very well then. Will you be going down to the drawing room for a night cap?"

"No, I'll have my night cap in here," The master informs dryly.

" Of course My lord," The butler replies before nodding curtly and stepping out leaving his master alone in his room upstairs.
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"His lordship is heaving one of those nights ain't he?" The cook asks as the butler Schmidt returns to the kitchen below stairs.

"He won't be going down to the dining room this evening," Schmidt says "But we mustn't ask too much about it, you know that, " Schmidt points out as the cook Mrs. Novotney continues to tend to her duties.

Mrs. Novotney shrugs and wipes her hands on her gray apron. "I Guess you could send one of the under butlers up to bring the master some soup and a slice of my meat pie instead. I KNOW he'll appreciate it," she says softly.

"That might be a good idea," Schmidt nods, quietly walking towards the servants hall.

"The servants' dinner will be ready shortly, I'll send Betsie to set the table in the hall." she says.

As Schmidt enters the hall the entire stuff stand up in attention.

He signals them to sit back. They resume their chatter around the table, making the most out of the one free hour they get before their dinner.

A young blond servant who just recently joined the stuff sits in the corner holding a book but he can't concentrate on it's content. He's eager to join the conversation and find out more about his new employer the elusive master Kinney but so far he hasn't been able to do so.

When dinner is served in the servants' hall the young man puts his book aside and joins the table but then the butler Schmidt gives him a stern look and points at him. "You," he says absently. "What did you say your name was?".

"Justin Taylor," the young blond says, putting down his knife and fork.

"Master Kinney won't be down for his dinner in the dining room this evening. Mrs. Novotney prepared something for him instead. The trey is in the kitchen. Make yourself look presentable and go get that upstairs for him," Schmidt orders.

"Be careful not to drop anything," Another one of the under butlers hisses.

Justin doesn't answer. It's only his first month here in Britin manor but he'd already noticed he needs to keep to himself and not get into trouble if he wants to get ahead. He was lucky to get this position in domestic service after his own father kicked him out of his childhood home in the village on a cold gray September morning so he'd better not mind what others are saying about him. He'd better concentrate on his work here and do as he's told.

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Justin grabs the heavy trey, trying to balance it as he's climbing the long and winding flight of stairs. The wooden floor boards creek with every step he takes to get closer to the master's chambers.

His knees are shaking and his hands become sweaty inside the white gloves he's wearing but he knows he's got to carry on.

He knocks on the master's bedroom door.

"Come in," a course voice answers. It's a dark October night and Justin can barely see anything as he enters inside the specious room. Justin is startled but thankful that the master is standing with his back to him. He silently enters and puts the trey on a small polished oak round table in the corner.

"Approach! " comes the demanding angry plea from the taller man as Justin is about to turn on his heels and leave the room.

Justin shrugs but does as he's told. His master stands in the middle of the vast candle lit bedroom, facing a large mirror.

Justin swallows hard and averts his eyes, trying to avoid the fact his master stands before him fully naked. Justin can't fault the image he sees. The master sports an impressive body that has presumably gotten so firm and toned spending time at hunting parties and long hikes in the woods. Justin smiles to himself in the dark. He really must stop reading all those gothic novels he's so infatuated with lately, but he can't help it.

A rapid jolt of excitement is suddenly bursting out of him as if he's stuck by lightning. He can't take his eyes off of the master's thick full cock and the perfectly shaped round buttocks. He'd never seen anything like it. What's happening to him? He feels a prominent pressure in his crotch area. It's not unpleasant. In fact it's rather delightful.

Finally the master turns around, noticing the younger blond man by the door.

"Who are you?" he blurs out.

"I'm J... Justin Sir. I'm the new under butler. I was sent here to bring you a trey from the kitchen," Justin says as his heart races. He can't take his eyes off his master's face.

Suddenly there's a roaring sound outside and a lightning flashes across the night sky. Trees are swiping from side to side in the wind, their branches bang on the vast windows. The wind blows the large white curtains with eerie wailing sounds, threatening to blow away the candles that are scattered around the room.

"I should close all those windows," Justin says, rushing around the room.

As he's done with that task he notices the master sitting down in his four poster bed, still fully naked, his chiseled face hidden from view.

"Will that be all his lordship?" Justin's voice almost trembles.

"No, that won't be all actually," Master Kinney answers. "Come here,"

Justin's eyes grow wider in disbelief but he takes a couple of steps forward towards the bed.

"Closer!" the master orders.

"I… I don't think it's right for me to be here, his lordship," Justin mumbles.

"Enough! Do as your told!" the master lashes out.

Justin walks silently towards the foot of the bed. "Here, do you see that?" the master rises his voice.

"No, my lord, I'm afraid I don't see anything," Justin mumbles once again his eyes still fixed on his master magnificent hardening cock.

"I need you to see THIS," the master insists, laying his blazing ember colored eyes on Justin for the first time.

"I beg your pardon my lord but I really can't see anything," Justin huffs as yet another flash of light rips through the ink colored night sky followed by a roaring thunder.

"Get in here!" the master orders, tapping on the empty side of the bed beside him.

Justin can't believe he's hearing this. He dares to stare directly at his master as the man stretches his naked body on the mattress. "Take your clothes off. Slowly. I want to see you," he says in a gravelly voice.

Justin starts to undress while trying to compose himself. He's taking off his underbutler livery leaving them discarded on the floor.

"THAT TOO," Master Kinney orders, pointing at Justin's undergarments with one hand while fondling his heavy full dick with his other hand right in front of Justin's eyes.

"That's better," Master Kinney's voice sounds heavy and filled with lust as Justin slips into bed beside him. The rich satin sheets feel so delightful against Justin's exposed skin and his eye lids are almost closed shut the moment he rests his head on the pillow.

"Not just yet, young man," Master Kinney says. "There's something else I need you to do," He pulls Justin by his shoulders without further warning and flips him over so that Justin's stomach is pressed against master Kinney's lower abdomen and Justin's face is inches away from master Kinney's cock that's nestled inside hips of curly dark pubic hair.

"Can you see it NOW?" Master Kinney groans.

Overwhelmed by the events that took place since he entered the room Justin squints his eyes in the dark but he still can't see anything.

"A gray hair!!!" Master Kinney eventually cries in frustration. "I've been dreading it for so long … I can't believe it… A Gray hair down there?? " He reaches out to grab Justin closer, his fingers entangle in Justin's long fair strands of hair. "I knew this day would come… I knew I couldn't stay young and beautiful forever… I… I can't stand it. I wish it was me who jumped into the lake that night and not Brandon…" the master chuckles and stops mid sentence. "Open your mouth, take me in. Now! " he orders quietly. Justin has never done anything like it-nor does he know what his master meant when he mentioned someone drowning in a lake but he follows his master's order. His master's dick fills his mouth and he feels as though he can't breathe but he doesn't gag. He forms an O shape with his mouth enveloping his lips around his master's large firm organ and starts to suck, eliciting a deep guttural moan from the master. Justin's breath becomes more relaxed and as he keeps on sucking he finds it utterly enjoyable. He glide his tongue back and forth up and down the slippery yet firm dick from the ragged shaft to the mushroom shaped tip. He's slightly bothered by a few odd pubic hairs that are stuck in the way but he's holding on to his master's cock. He increases his pace without gagging and before he can blink there's one huge distorted cry from the master and then silence. Salty sweet thick liquid fills Justin's mouth as master Kinney's giant cock pops out from his lips.

Suddenly his masters' deep breaths become more rapid as he flips the younger blond on his back, spreading his knees apart, gently resting them on his shoulders. Justin locks his gaze with Master Kinney while his entire body trembles with anticipation.

His master smiles in the dark pressing himself against the petite body under him. Letting out short muffled cries of joy he pushes further inside. Justin cries out in pain feeling as if a broomstick is ripping through him but then he feels the master's hand gently caressing his skin, his hair, his face and he feels totally relaxed. Master Kinney thrusts deeper inside of him, his dick still sleek and throbbing from the way Justin sucked him moments before.

Justin clutches himself onto his master's body, not wanting this moment to end but then everything around him swirls at once and explodes so loudly that he can't even catch his breath.

Every limb in his body aches but he smiles to himself joyfully as he's picking himself off the mattress, trying not to wake his sleeping master while grabbing his discarded clothes off the floor and sneak away from his master's room.

"Stay," a muffled request comes from his master who woke up after all and is staring at him.

"I can't. I must return below stairs, where I belong," Justin answers quietly.

"Nonsense! You belong here, with me!" the master exclaims, his emotional reaction leaving Justin puzzled.

The master clears his throat and pulls himself up. "Hand me my jacket," he asks of Justin, who hands the master the requested garment. Master Kinney puts on the jacket himself but doesn't bother to ask for underwear or pants. He gets out of bed and walks to the mirror again. "No gray hair! It's gone!" he cheers. "You're a genius! " he continues. "I... I've never met anyone like you,"

"You don't even know me," Justin says. "And I don't even know your own name,"

"Brian Kinney, the Fifth Earl of Devonshire… or rather," Master Kinney introduces himself formally. "I never thought I could do THIS again, you know?" he says.

"What, fuck?" Justin teases.

"Make love," Brian explains. "Ever since my… Brandon jumped into the lake that night last fall… I thought I couldn't… I…" Brian swallows hard looking for comfort in the young under butler's eyes.

"I don't think I should be here let alone hear all this My Lord," Justin pulls back.

Brian closes his eyes briefly then opens them again. "I want you to hear this Justin," he says. "I've been carrying this weight on my shoulders for too long. I know now that it wasn't my fault. Viscount Brandon Le Seps was my… long time companion. He was a beautiful creature but he was very unstable and expected me to give him something I couldn't. He wanted me to elope with him so we could live together in Paris. When I refused last October he decided to take his own life and there was nothing I could have done. Ever since then I've been living here alone, letting people think I'm a freak of nature, living aimless life… until you came along. Will you stay here with me?" Brian concludes.

Justin sighs . "I can honestly say you're NOT a freak of nature," he wiggles his eyebrows "But the dawn is breaking and I must go downstairs. I have a very demanding master, you see?"

"We'll leave it at that for now but you must promise to be back here tonight. There's so much more I have to show you, to teach you, to let you experience…" Brian's eyes darken with passion as he gazes intently at the younger blond.

"I guess I could sneak back up here later tonight," Justin can't hide his own excitement "But… can I ask you one more thing master Kinney?"

"What would it be?" Brian answers, pulling his lips inward.

"It was the most delightful night of my life but please don't search for more gray hair for now and don't ask me to do it for you, ESPECIALLY not down there," he smirks.

Brian nods. "Now before you go… I simply must have my morning bath so go fetch that other chap Roberts and ask him to get everything ready for me, will you?"

"As you wish My Lord but wouldn't you rather I'll stay here and do it for you myself?" Justin says.

"Wouldn't it be too much trouble for you?" Brian asks, staring at Justin again instead of gazing at his on reflection in the mirror like he used to do.

"On the contrary, It would be a pleasure to work under you, Sir ," Justin mouths seductively, pressing his lips into Brian's in a deep loud kiss.

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