RP LOG with seeuincourt | Getting on the same page
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When Stuart woke up, the first thing he became aware of was how fucking sore his neck was. In fact, a small groan of protest caught in his throat before he even opened his eyes, and he stiffly put a hand up to nurse the back of his neck. He scrunched his face up in a frown of annoyance at being awake and being awake with a sore bit, finally cracking his eyes open a little as he shifted in the seat and realised his arse was completely numb too. It was lucky he at least had one foot planted firmly on the floor or the numb bum wouldn't have given him leverage to stay on the seat and he would have slipped off it probably in an elegant and clumsy heap. What the hell made him think it was a good idea to sleep in these fucking awful chairs was beyond him and he pushed up, the coat pooling into his lap as he blinked groggily for a few moments to try and get his bearings.
He was about to give into the temptation to reached down for a quick scratch and readjustment of himself when he realised Tom was actually awake. "Oh," he said in surprise, his voice a little croaky as he started to try and rake his hair back down into something presentable instead of having a good scratch elsewhere. A smile flicked on the corner of his lips. "Hey."
"Hey," Tom answered, his voice just as croaky from disuse. He glanced at the roses, then at Stuart, and smiled as he reached out to try and tug Stuart closer. Tom had received various Valentine's gifts over the years, but none that had particularly meant anything to him. Not until now. There was also a dirty card nearby that he'd had a look at and found a note from his best mate. Ethan had already arranged a nurse, and for the hospital to let Tom go back to his own place. Ethan had said that he could 'like it, or lump it' and Tom was very much going to like it. Anything that got him in his own bed, and got Stuart to relax was a plus. "C'mere, love. I want to thank you for the roses. My mouth isn't broken."
Stuart stood up so he could move from the chair to sit on the side of the bed, wincing just a little when he felt one leg and one butt cheek had pins and needles. He must have fallen into a deep sleep without realising it. The fresh air had probably done him some good. He looked over at the roses, remembering he had been quite the pushy arsehole with the florist in making sure each single flower was quality and as closely matched as the next. Fuck knows what turned him into Valentinezilla, but he knew he was projecting other frustrations and did relent to explain to the poor woman that his lover was in hospital and he just wanted things nice. "I've got something else for you, but I wasnae sure if it would be too much. I'm still not sure..." he admitted and came closer to give Tom a kiss. "How are you feeling, love? You seemed pretty out of it when I got here."
"Still sore, but my head's starting to clear. I had a talk with Ethan. Long talk. Which I know we need to have, and I'm sorry if you think I'm being a prick again. I'm not trying to not talk to you." He frowned a little and brought Stuart in for another brief kiss as he rest his hand on his leg. "If you get what I mean. Also, I'm going to be allowed out of here. It means I have to have a nurse check in on me at home, but I'll still be all yours, love. We can finally start living together even if it'll be bumpy to start with." He stopped talking and took a slow breath. "What's the something else? Nothing from you could ever be too much."
Stuart shook his head. "No, I havenae once thought you were being a prick. Not at all. I've just felt a bit..." He paused, letting out a small breath. "Just a bit lonely. Which I know sounds completely fucked up considering I've been surrounded by people, but it's been a lot of thoughts in my head to be left alone with and it's just fucked around in my head a bit. But it's okay. I'm still here, promised you I would be. Just maybe wouldnae be if you werenae..." he tried to explain and cleared his throat as he reached for his coat. "A nurse? Like, one that stays at your place for awhile in case you need help? That sounds like a good idea, at least at first. When can you get out?" he asked and then handed Tom a small black box with a brass clasp. Inside was a titanium men's Celtic style bracelet with a Claddagh symbol and the words Loyalty, Friendship, Love engraved underneath. "I actually found this after lunch at The Ivy that day, had it specially ordered. Just after everything, I thought it might spook you. It's not... I just... it was always intended as a Valentine's gift."
"I'm sorry, I never meant for you to feel alone. And I'm glad I'm not... And you're not gone." Tom squeezed Stuart's leg as he watched the detective's face. "I can actually remember it... The accident. Or at least the part where I kind of knew we'd been hit by something. And all I could think about was you. I just didn't want it to fucking end like that. We've hardly started, and it pisses me right off. Fate has you pretty much literally land in my lap then does this... It makes me so fucking angry." His features darkened as his brow furrowed. "And I hate my fucking driver so fucking much. I want to ring his bloody neck for making this happen. For being such an insecure arsehole that he had to commit murder and then try and fucking frame me for it." Tom clenched his jaw as he tried to rein in the anger that was finally slipping out. He looked down at the box, and flicked open the clasp. The anger ebbed away from his features, and he let out a disbelieving laugh before he smiled. "Stuart... love, this is... It's not too much at all. I just wish I could have gotten you something. I was actually thinking about a ring... might have been in a different context but I still want to get you one. Thank you so much."
Stuart let his hand brush up over Tom's arm so he could start to gently massage his neck as he listened. He could hear the anger in the tone without even needing to match it with the words. He expected it, in fact he expected Tom to want to smash his fist through something once the pieces all started slotting into place now he was healing a little. "You should be angry. He hurt you in the worst way possible, and I was close to hurting him myself. Of course, they wouldnae let me near him for obvious reasons. Not once they knew. I dinnae think they needed me in the dock beside him on trial. I think he was just... blinded, or something. None of us can understand how he could so viciously kill someone because he loved them. It just... it probably means that he was projecting. He wanted to hurt you, but the other guy was just... there, and I think that's been the hardest thing I've had to try and cope with. One tiny wrong move in this, and it would've been you." He stopped, biting down on the inside of his lip so he didn't let his own anger race up inside him. He had to be able to control it or it would literally ruin them both, independently and together. He looked at the bracelet and then met Tom's eyes with a smile. "You with your eyes open is seriously all I fucking could have asked for. I wanted to just... I dinnae know... I felt like I needed to get it for you. I almost forgot it was Valentine's Day. One of the nurses reminded me. I know we wanted to try and pull it off as special in some way. So I bought a whole bunch of chocolates and love shit too," he added, nodding to a plastic bag on the floor with a laugh.
Tom closed his eyes at the feeling of Stuart's fingers massaging his neck and let out a groan before he could stop it. He sucked on his bottom lip as he tried to push the anger down completely, but he couldn't stop now it had started. "I can't fucking believe it! I can't believe I came so close to losing everything, to losing you and I couldn't have done a fucking thing about it. How can I be sure I would have protected myself? What if he'd decided to come after you for some reason? I don't want you in the docks, I don't want to be in the docks, but prison is too fucking nice for that wanker. I hope some fat bastard called Darcy decided to really fuck him up the arse." Tom looked up at Stuart as his eyes opened again, and drew strength from his lover. He smiled again, and his hand shifted higher up Stuart's leg as he brushed his fingers over his crotch. "I might be able to get a hang of this love shit yet. Somehow it doesn't seem to bad to celebrate it."
Stuart nodded, biting on his lips as he continued with the soothing massage. "He might have. He might have gone for you, he might have gone for me to get to you. I just know in my job that people like him walk the same streets with us every fucking day and that's what I've been trying to tell myself over these last few days is the reason I do the job. Because I slipped. I actually considered throwing it in because I... I felt like if I couldnae even help you, what fucking use was I? But I just had to keep telling myself that there are just evils fucks like him out there, and we got him. We got him before he did this to anyone else, and that cannae be a bad thing. He hurt you, but he could've killed you. And that's still fucking hard to get my head around and be content with. It's going to be the same for you. You willnae just be able to stop getting angry... you need to just keep letting it out and talking about it so it doesnae eat you alive. And I'll be there any time you need a sounding board. Ethan will be too, nay doubt. Just nay sure I have the same skills in helping you as he does, but I'll fucking try, even if I fall flat on my arse in the process." He paused, and a breath caught up in his throat when he felt the soft touch and he was hard before he could stop it. He tried desperately not to think about sex, but he knew he wanted to get his hand under Tom's gown badly. A small breathless laugh fell from his lips. "I'm supposed to be making sure you rest."
"You can't fucking throw it in!" Tom hissed before he looked at Stuart apologetically. "I'm sorry, that wasn't... But you can't. Of course you could be of use, of course you could help me. Just not how you wanted. How were you supposed to see into the future to fucking stop any of this? It's just one of those bastard things that'll keep us angry for a little while. But I promise to talk about it. I promise to use you as a sounding board... I'd done keeping it all bottled up. Promise. Just so long as you promise not to let it eat you up either. I don't care if you're on the same level as Ethan, or not. I'm not looking to fuck Ethan, am I? I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you. I'm also not going to have the same skills in helping you as your family, but I'll try. I'll do whatever it takes." Tom didn't miss the fact that Stuart had hardened, and he licked his lips as he started to get his fly open. "Haven't you ever heard of sexual healing? I'm still reclined. I'm not overexerting myself. Just getting my hand on one of my, ah... therapy tools."
"I know," Stuart assured him quietly. "I do know. I've just had a lot going around in my head this past week, and too much time to let it stew. I'm nay going anywhere, or throwing anything in. It's just been a shock, and it cut deep because when you're a copper, one of the main reasons you do it is to protect people. It was probably just a blow to the ego, but just one of those things I need to work over in my head when I've actually had enough sleep to function. Maybe we need to check into joint therapy and aim it all at a professional?" he joked. "For now, we'll just try to focus our energy elsewhere... on getting to know each other, and learning to live together. On you getting better, and hopefully not getting too pissed and annoyed that you'll need help. But even if you do, I get it. I'd be exactly the same, I really would. I'm just nay gonna take the shit lying down, so prepare for some yelling in return." He felt his breath leave him in a rush. "This is evil because once you touch my cock, I'm not going to have the chivalry to stop anything and I just... fuck... really wanna touch you too to make sure everything is okay there."
Tom tried not to look too triumphant as Stuart admitted to not having the will to stop him once his hand was on the detective's cock. Which is just how Tom wanted it. He stroked his hand up and down Stuart's erection, already remembering just how he liked it, and how firm his grip should be. At least he could actually grip his dick. He also felt warning tingles spread from his spine and through his lower body. He used his free hand to push back the covers, his own growing erection clear under the gown. "I can take the yelling back because once I'm better we're going to go a few rounds of some seriously hot angry sex. And then a few more rounds of hot make up sex, and comfort sex, and any other kind of fucking sex we can come up with. Feel free to touch anything you want, love. I'm not going to be stuck in a fucking bed without some perks."
Stuart akwardly leaned over and managed to tug the curtain just a little bit further around the bed to obscure them a little, though right at that moment, he really wouldn't be able to care if someone came in and copped an eyeful. It suddenly felt like his skin was sparking with anticipation. There was a tiny voice in his head telling him he shouldn't be feeling his boyfriend up in a hospital bed, but as soon as Tom's hand was around his cock, there really was no going back. He leaned over, seeking out Tom's lips. "I'm seriously going to hell for this, and I cannae even care," he said with a hint of a smirk and started to kiss Tom as his hand slid up under Tom's gown, fingers curling around his eager cock. At least one part of him definitely wasn't broken. Stuart couldn't even stop the moan of pleasure and relief that escaped him just from that one touch.
Tom's head fell back against the pillow, and he let out a groan of his own, more than glad to find out that his cock really was in functioning order. His gaze swept over his hand on Stuart's cock, and Stuart's hand on his cock and he felt his cheeks warm from the arousal kicking up another notch. He didn't have the energy to lift his hips up off the bed, so there wasn't much danger in him overexerting himself. Maybe he'd need another sleep after the climax, but it would be fucking worth it. His eyes met Stuart's and he sucked in a breath. "You're not going to hell without me, love. We'll give them a fucking run for their money," he got out before his lips were captured in the kiss.
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When Stuart woke up, the first thing he became aware of was how fucking sore his neck was. In fact, a small groan of protest caught in his throat before he even opened his eyes, and he stiffly put a hand up to nurse the back of his neck. He scrunched his face up in a frown of annoyance at being awake and being awake with a sore bit, finally cracking his eyes open a little as he shifted in the seat and realised his arse was completely numb too. It was lucky he at least had one foot planted firmly on the floor or the numb bum wouldn't have given him leverage to stay on the seat and he would have slipped off it probably in an elegant and clumsy heap. What the hell made him think it was a good idea to sleep in these fucking awful chairs was beyond him and he pushed up, the coat pooling into his lap as he blinked groggily for a few moments to try and get his bearings.
He was about to give into the temptation to reached down for a quick scratch and readjustment of himself when he realised Tom was actually awake. "Oh," he said in surprise, his voice a little croaky as he started to try and rake his hair back down into something presentable instead of having a good scratch elsewhere. A smile flicked on the corner of his lips. "Hey."
"Hey," Tom answered, his voice just as croaky from disuse. He glanced at the roses, then at Stuart, and smiled as he reached out to try and tug Stuart closer. Tom had received various Valentine's gifts over the years, but none that had particularly meant anything to him. Not until now. There was also a dirty card nearby that he'd had a look at and found a note from his best mate. Ethan had already arranged a nurse, and for the hospital to let Tom go back to his own place. Ethan had said that he could 'like it, or lump it' and Tom was very much going to like it. Anything that got him in his own bed, and got Stuart to relax was a plus. "C'mere, love. I want to thank you for the roses. My mouth isn't broken."
Stuart stood up so he could move from the chair to sit on the side of the bed, wincing just a little when he felt one leg and one butt cheek had pins and needles. He must have fallen into a deep sleep without realising it. The fresh air had probably done him some good. He looked over at the roses, remembering he had been quite the pushy arsehole with the florist in making sure each single flower was quality and as closely matched as the next. Fuck knows what turned him into Valentinezilla, but he knew he was projecting other frustrations and did relent to explain to the poor woman that his lover was in hospital and he just wanted things nice. "I've got something else for you, but I wasnae sure if it would be too much. I'm still not sure..." he admitted and came closer to give Tom a kiss. "How are you feeling, love? You seemed pretty out of it when I got here."
"Still sore, but my head's starting to clear. I had a talk with Ethan. Long talk. Which I know we need to have, and I'm sorry if you think I'm being a prick again. I'm not trying to not talk to you." He frowned a little and brought Stuart in for another brief kiss as he rest his hand on his leg. "If you get what I mean. Also, I'm going to be allowed out of here. It means I have to have a nurse check in on me at home, but I'll still be all yours, love. We can finally start living together even if it'll be bumpy to start with." He stopped talking and took a slow breath. "What's the something else? Nothing from you could ever be too much."
Stuart shook his head. "No, I havenae once thought you were being a prick. Not at all. I've just felt a bit..." He paused, letting out a small breath. "Just a bit lonely. Which I know sounds completely fucked up considering I've been surrounded by people, but it's been a lot of thoughts in my head to be left alone with and it's just fucked around in my head a bit. But it's okay. I'm still here, promised you I would be. Just maybe wouldnae be if you werenae..." he tried to explain and cleared his throat as he reached for his coat. "A nurse? Like, one that stays at your place for awhile in case you need help? That sounds like a good idea, at least at first. When can you get out?" he asked and then handed Tom a small black box with a brass clasp. Inside was a titanium men's Celtic style bracelet with a Claddagh symbol and the words Loyalty, Friendship, Love engraved underneath. "I actually found this after lunch at The Ivy that day, had it specially ordered. Just after everything, I thought it might spook you. It's not... I just... it was always intended as a Valentine's gift."
"I'm sorry, I never meant for you to feel alone. And I'm glad I'm not... And you're not gone." Tom squeezed Stuart's leg as he watched the detective's face. "I can actually remember it... The accident. Or at least the part where I kind of knew we'd been hit by something. And all I could think about was you. I just didn't want it to fucking end like that. We've hardly started, and it pisses me right off. Fate has you pretty much literally land in my lap then does this... It makes me so fucking angry." His features darkened as his brow furrowed. "And I hate my fucking driver so fucking much. I want to ring his bloody neck for making this happen. For being such an insecure arsehole that he had to commit murder and then try and fucking frame me for it." Tom clenched his jaw as he tried to rein in the anger that was finally slipping out. He looked down at the box, and flicked open the clasp. The anger ebbed away from his features, and he let out a disbelieving laugh before he smiled. "Stuart... love, this is... It's not too much at all. I just wish I could have gotten you something. I was actually thinking about a ring... might have been in a different context but I still want to get you one. Thank you so much."
Stuart let his hand brush up over Tom's arm so he could start to gently massage his neck as he listened. He could hear the anger in the tone without even needing to match it with the words. He expected it, in fact he expected Tom to want to smash his fist through something once the pieces all started slotting into place now he was healing a little. "You should be angry. He hurt you in the worst way possible, and I was close to hurting him myself. Of course, they wouldnae let me near him for obvious reasons. Not once they knew. I dinnae think they needed me in the dock beside him on trial. I think he was just... blinded, or something. None of us can understand how he could so viciously kill someone because he loved them. It just... it probably means that he was projecting. He wanted to hurt you, but the other guy was just... there, and I think that's been the hardest thing I've had to try and cope with. One tiny wrong move in this, and it would've been you." He stopped, biting down on the inside of his lip so he didn't let his own anger race up inside him. He had to be able to control it or it would literally ruin them both, independently and together. He looked at the bracelet and then met Tom's eyes with a smile. "You with your eyes open is seriously all I fucking could have asked for. I wanted to just... I dinnae know... I felt like I needed to get it for you. I almost forgot it was Valentine's Day. One of the nurses reminded me. I know we wanted to try and pull it off as special in some way. So I bought a whole bunch of chocolates and love shit too," he added, nodding to a plastic bag on the floor with a laugh.
Tom closed his eyes at the feeling of Stuart's fingers massaging his neck and let out a groan before he could stop it. He sucked on his bottom lip as he tried to push the anger down completely, but he couldn't stop now it had started. "I can't fucking believe it! I can't believe I came so close to losing everything, to losing you and I couldn't have done a fucking thing about it. How can I be sure I would have protected myself? What if he'd decided to come after you for some reason? I don't want you in the docks, I don't want to be in the docks, but prison is too fucking nice for that wanker. I hope some fat bastard called Darcy decided to really fuck him up the arse." Tom looked up at Stuart as his eyes opened again, and drew strength from his lover. He smiled again, and his hand shifted higher up Stuart's leg as he brushed his fingers over his crotch. "I might be able to get a hang of this love shit yet. Somehow it doesn't seem to bad to celebrate it."
Stuart nodded, biting on his lips as he continued with the soothing massage. "He might have. He might have gone for you, he might have gone for me to get to you. I just know in my job that people like him walk the same streets with us every fucking day and that's what I've been trying to tell myself over these last few days is the reason I do the job. Because I slipped. I actually considered throwing it in because I... I felt like if I couldnae even help you, what fucking use was I? But I just had to keep telling myself that there are just evils fucks like him out there, and we got him. We got him before he did this to anyone else, and that cannae be a bad thing. He hurt you, but he could've killed you. And that's still fucking hard to get my head around and be content with. It's going to be the same for you. You willnae just be able to stop getting angry... you need to just keep letting it out and talking about it so it doesnae eat you alive. And I'll be there any time you need a sounding board. Ethan will be too, nay doubt. Just nay sure I have the same skills in helping you as he does, but I'll fucking try, even if I fall flat on my arse in the process." He paused, and a breath caught up in his throat when he felt the soft touch and he was hard before he could stop it. He tried desperately not to think about sex, but he knew he wanted to get his hand under Tom's gown badly. A small breathless laugh fell from his lips. "I'm supposed to be making sure you rest."
"You can't fucking throw it in!" Tom hissed before he looked at Stuart apologetically. "I'm sorry, that wasn't... But you can't. Of course you could be of use, of course you could help me. Just not how you wanted. How were you supposed to see into the future to fucking stop any of this? It's just one of those bastard things that'll keep us angry for a little while. But I promise to talk about it. I promise to use you as a sounding board... I'd done keeping it all bottled up. Promise. Just so long as you promise not to let it eat you up either. I don't care if you're on the same level as Ethan, or not. I'm not looking to fuck Ethan, am I? I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you. I'm also not going to have the same skills in helping you as your family, but I'll try. I'll do whatever it takes." Tom didn't miss the fact that Stuart had hardened, and he licked his lips as he started to get his fly open. "Haven't you ever heard of sexual healing? I'm still reclined. I'm not overexerting myself. Just getting my hand on one of my, ah... therapy tools."
"I know," Stuart assured him quietly. "I do know. I've just had a lot going around in my head this past week, and too much time to let it stew. I'm nay going anywhere, or throwing anything in. It's just been a shock, and it cut deep because when you're a copper, one of the main reasons you do it is to protect people. It was probably just a blow to the ego, but just one of those things I need to work over in my head when I've actually had enough sleep to function. Maybe we need to check into joint therapy and aim it all at a professional?" he joked. "For now, we'll just try to focus our energy elsewhere... on getting to know each other, and learning to live together. On you getting better, and hopefully not getting too pissed and annoyed that you'll need help. But even if you do, I get it. I'd be exactly the same, I really would. I'm just nay gonna take the shit lying down, so prepare for some yelling in return." He felt his breath leave him in a rush. "This is evil because once you touch my cock, I'm not going to have the chivalry to stop anything and I just... fuck... really wanna touch you too to make sure everything is okay there."
Tom tried not to look too triumphant as Stuart admitted to not having the will to stop him once his hand was on the detective's cock. Which is just how Tom wanted it. He stroked his hand up and down Stuart's erection, already remembering just how he liked it, and how firm his grip should be. At least he could actually grip his dick. He also felt warning tingles spread from his spine and through his lower body. He used his free hand to push back the covers, his own growing erection clear under the gown. "I can take the yelling back because once I'm better we're going to go a few rounds of some seriously hot angry sex. And then a few more rounds of hot make up sex, and comfort sex, and any other kind of fucking sex we can come up with. Feel free to touch anything you want, love. I'm not going to be stuck in a fucking bed without some perks."
Stuart akwardly leaned over and managed to tug the curtain just a little bit further around the bed to obscure them a little, though right at that moment, he really wouldn't be able to care if someone came in and copped an eyeful. It suddenly felt like his skin was sparking with anticipation. There was a tiny voice in his head telling him he shouldn't be feeling his boyfriend up in a hospital bed, but as soon as Tom's hand was around his cock, there really was no going back. He leaned over, seeking out Tom's lips. "I'm seriously going to hell for this, and I cannae even care," he said with a hint of a smirk and started to kiss Tom as his hand slid up under Tom's gown, fingers curling around his eager cock. At least one part of him definitely wasn't broken. Stuart couldn't even stop the moan of pleasure and relief that escaped him just from that one touch.
Tom's head fell back against the pillow, and he let out a groan of his own, more than glad to find out that his cock really was in functioning order. His gaze swept over his hand on Stuart's cock, and Stuart's hand on his cock and he felt his cheeks warm from the arousal kicking up another notch. He didn't have the energy to lift his hips up off the bed, so there wasn't much danger in him overexerting himself. Maybe he'd need another sleep after the climax, but it would be fucking worth it. His eyes met Stuart's and he sucked in a breath. "You're not going to hell without me, love. We'll give them a fucking run for their money," he got out before his lips were captured in the kiss.
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