[NSFW] RP LOG with seeuincourt | Caught up in the moment

[scotcopper]

The conversation with Ethan was fresh in Stuart's mind as he made his way up the ornate stairs to head in the direction of the gorgeous room he was sharing with Tom. When he had tiptoed out of the room a couple of hours earlier, Tom had been out like a light. He had been tired and sore that morning, resulting in a bad mood. Stuart took it in his stride, knowing not to take Tom's moods personally on his bad days. Tom hadn't slept well during the night, and Stuart had done what he could to try and make things more comfortable for him, helping him get his t-shirt off which felt tight, tucking more pillows in behind him, massaging his shoulders and neck, which were a lot more tense than Stuart realised. But come morning, the lack of sleep had caught up with Tom and he really had his bitch on, finally falling asleep after a colourful string of complaints about how shit daytime TV was.


Stuart only realised he had fallen asleep himself on the lounge out by the pool after the conversation with Ethan when he woke up with a start at hearing a lawn mower start up in the distance. He had an expensive looking throw rug tucked around him, and with a slight smirk to himself, couldn't help but wonder if Sophie had struck again. Ethan had vacated his own lounge at some point, because he was nowhere to be seen. Stuart had a lot of food for thought, now, and found that he did feel better after having a bit of a heart-to-heart with Tom's best mate. It helped to talked to someone, and Ethan was a good guy. Stuart wondered if he had finally turned a corner with Tom's friends. Plus, Ethan's advice on how not to get lost in the house was priceless, and Stuart found his way back to their guest room without any hassles this time.

He lightened his footfalls as he approached the room just in case Tom was still sleeping. He just wanted to check his lover was doing okay, or maybe needed anything. A lot of the time, Tom even needed a hand getting to the bathroom, so Stuart kept himself in easy reach, if he could, and if he wasn't tied up winding up storage closets as opposed to bathrooms in the rest of the house. Tom was awake, though, and maybe only just if the creases up the side of his face were anything to go by. Stuart smirked as he sauntered over to the bed. "Do I need to approached with a sword and full body armour? I think I saw some weaponry on the second time I got lost in the east wing," he noted in amusement. "I brought... something sweet. Fucked if I know what it is, but it tasted awesome. The chef's specialty, lots of chocolate." He held up a small plate with a silver cover, hoping Tom managed to at least get his appetite back that had eluded him that morning.

Tom huffed out a breath to replace the laughter that still hurt his chest as he struggled to get into a better position, then just gave up and rolled onto his side as he patted the bed behind him. "I'm sorry about before, I just... I warned you I could be a bitch. I think I'm having a moment of subduedness now, so can you just hold me? Please? And before you ask, yes that's a word now. I'm a lawyer, I can make it happen. Or Ethan can just pay to put it in the dictionary. I'll eat in a little while, promise. Thank you for bringing me the something sweet." Tom's voice was still sounding husky from having just woken up, and he was still in that stage where he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to stay awake, or if going back to sleep would be easier.

He just wanted to be able to function normally again. He was getting sick of being dependent if only because he realised it had to be taking his toll on Stuart. Country air or not, playing nurse to him had to be boring. "You okay, love?"

Stuart sniggered as he moved closer to the bed. "I'm starting to realise your best mate has the golden touch. I'm so fucking glad I'm not on both of your bad sides right now. You must've been fucking devious bastards when you were teenagers," he guessed, smirking. He didn't sit straight away, he fixed Tom's pillows first and adjusted the covers where they had bunched up around him in the failed attempt to find a more comfortable position. The dessert was put safely on the nightstand for whenever Tom was ready to tackle it. "I'll take advantage of the subduedness while I've got it." He sat down and shifted closer, wrapping his arms around Tom and kissing him softly.

"Do you need anything, babe?" he asked, eyes quickly flicking over Tom to see if he was okay, at least on the face of it. He nodded. "Aye, I'm nay too bad. Worried about you after this morning."

Tom tried not to make a face, or get annoyed at Stuart making sure everything was straightened and comfortable before he got on the bed. Tom was getting impatient, and he just didn't want to wind up aiming another outburst at his lover for no good reason. He slipped an arm over Stuart's waist, and rest his head closer to his. He let out a sigh like he was finally at peace for maybe a little while. He was trying not to rely on Stuart too much, but then there was this large part of him that wasn't content until the Scottish copper was right there with him. "We really were. Caused all kinds of trouble. Who said straight blokes are the only devious bastards out there?"

He shook his head a little before closing his eyes briefly. "No, I just... Just need you. Which I'm kind of angry at myself for. I think I'm having an early mid-life crisis," he revealed with another huff of breath. "I really am sorry about this morning. It's all just getting to me. I just want to be normal."

It wasn't lost on Stuart that Tom was restless, tense even. He was trying not to be, but subconsciously the emotions were still there. He watched Tom's face for a moment and then rest a hand on his back, starting to rub it in long, soothing strokes. "I'm sure you'll both tell me it's just all about cock size. Ahh, see. I grew up with five brothers. I talk the testosterone language too. I just never had much of a chance to beat anyone up, because all my brothers got in there before me. Just like they always stole the good cookies from plate and I got left with the crappy broken shit."

"Look.... love, c'mon," he said quietly. "You are normal, you're just injured. Werenae you telling me that you have a client who's a footballer, got laid up? Do you think he's any less normal because of what happened? I know this sucks, and I know you're fucking angry. I dinnae blame you at all, and I dinnae care if you get the shits with me. I'm a copper, I've had a lot worse. At least you didnae nearly belt a florist with long-stemmed roses on Valentine's Day," he added wryly. "That's why I'm worried about you. You're starting to let it eat you up, and it is making it harder for me to help you. Which is okay. If you wanna be a bitch, go for it. But I'm only trying to help. I'm not doing things to piss you off or make you feel like an invalid. I'm doing it so you dinnae end up cripple from having a pillow lodged too far down your back, or that you dinnae end up hurling on yourself because you havenae been eating properly to get your gut working again. I suck at this nurse thing, I know I do. But I figure I can wing it, and then you dinnae have to put up with a stranger helping you."

"I'd rather you sucked in other ways," Tom replied with a shadow of a smirk. He let out another sigh, and his gaze met Stuart's as he weighed up the pros and cons of just having a rant. He had to keep remembering the talking thing. The talking thing did actually help. "I just don't want you to get bored doing all this shit for me, or feeling like you could be using your time better. Don't get me wrong, I... I'd rather have you looking after me than some Nazi bitch with a nurse's uniform stretched over her fat body so the buttons pop and hit me in the head and I get knocked out all over again... Not that I've had nightmares about it, or anything. I don't what I'd do without you. Having you here keeps me sane even when I am getting my bitch on. I'm just still pissed off at being in the fucking position in the first place. And I really want you in nothing but a kilt, and I want the spooning careful sex where you play with my cock." He let out a breath, and wet his lips. "Did you really nearly belt a florist with long-stemmed roses?"

Stuart raised his eyebrows and laughed. "You have been overthinking this, aye? I promise I willnae inflict you with any fat Nazi nurses with bad buttons. I think we need to feed you more carrots or whatever the fuck they say stimulates brain activity. Nay that I'm going anywhere near that kitchen downstairs. I only just figured out how to recognise what's a bathroom and what's not. I'm nay gonna get bored, or annoyed, or fed up. It wasnae like you bound and gagged me, forcing me to come here, was it? I need the break just as much. I want to be here, and I want to help you. If our positions were swapped, would you leave me high and dry? Would you just go back to your life and nay want to do anything? This is just how it goes, love. It's crap you got hurt. Badly hurt. The whole thing is... it makes me furious. I still feel it boiling up inside me and making me want to hit something. And aye, I really nearly did hit the florist. I was angry and I was upset. They werenae listening to what I wanted and I nearly exploded. This is where I admit that I havenae been coping so well, either." He rested his tongue between his lips and looked over Tom's face with a smirk. "You've been talking to Ethan, aye? I'm getting a feeling you havenae had spooning careful sex in your life."

Tom scrunched up his face as he looked at the other man a little sheepishly. "Just a smidge. And thank you, I think that makes me love you even more. Even if fat Nazi nurses with bad buttons make me remember why I'm gay. I thought it was fish for the brain? Are you really finding this place such a labyrinth? Maybe I'm just too used to it... I don't remember ever having a problem before. I used to love this place. Still do. Probably about as close to coming home without actually going home. Are you really having a break, though? And I know, no, I wouldn't leave you high and dry. I'm just having an insecure moment, okay? Apparently they follow my bitch ones. Maybe you should find the gym and belt the crap out of a boxing bag? Oh, you're not coping so well? Never would have guessed." Tom's smirk was a little stronger this time, and he rubbed his hand against Stuart's hip. "Aye, I have. Hard not to talk to my best mate. He wanted Soph to have a penis. No, I haven't. Care to be my first?"

"Hn, I dunno. I'm not a fish fan, not much, anyway." Stuart was still rubbing Tom's back as he listened. "I've gotten lost three times in this place. All that and still didnae even realise this place had a bloody gym. My brain has just been fucked. I couldnae absorb my way around here and kept thinking I was going one way and ended up going another. It's just been overwhelming. That doesnae mean I dinnae wanna be here helping you, because I do, and I'm starting to relax now. I was talking to Ethan out by the pool and it helped clear my head a bit. I havenae let myself have a break of any sort, nay since you got hurt. It was like... I was punishing myself, without realising it. That I could make it up to you if I was just on high alert the whole time, and I think that's why I didnae really take much of the actual place in. Ethan made me realise that I gotta chill out, and I can still help you while I am. It's why he brought us here, apparently. I just really, really thought I'd lost you. Twice. First in that interrogation room, and then when I heard about your accident. I'm nay sure I've ever been so terrified in my life. It's taking a wee while to get over that."

He laughed a little and shook his head. "I dinnae even think I wanna know why he wants her to have a penis. She's amazing, she doesnae need one. She can take his hostage whenever she wants it. That's what marriage is about." He paused in the rubbing and sat up on his knees, looking down at Tom with his eyebrows raised. "Sex? You wanna have sex? Are you sure you're up to it, love?"

"Ethan takes pride in his body," Tom replied with a slight chuckle. "At least when he's not trying to keep it through sexercise. I'm sorry you got lost, love. I guess I was also worried you wouldn't really like it here, that it would be too much. I'm glad you talk to him. I want you to be able to talk to him. I want you to relax as well. Take the break that you need. You've more than earned it. I'm okay now, I just get moments. He does have his moments of clarity. I'm sorry about the interrogation room. I never got a chance to... I wanted you to understand I wasn't lost, but I couldn't tell you. Truth be told I was worried I'd lost you too."

Tom grinned. "No, she doesn't, but Ethan just gets easily distracted until you remind him of boobs. I don't think he'll mind having his taken hostage. He seems more than willing to hand it over to her." Tom looked up at Stuart, and reached out to take his hand. There was a playful smile starting to form at the corners of his mouth. "It's going to be about the only time I'll ever ask you to be gentle with me, love."

"I like it here," Stuart assured him and wet his lips. "It's probably very much what I needed. If it wasnae here, it would have been home. I've been homesick. Realising that I didnae really have a chance to find a comfort zone in London before the shit hit the fan and tried to throw me out of it, when I wasnae even already in it. I havenae had a chance to try and make it feel like home yet, and it seems that when everything fucked up, I wanted to escape back to Scotland and hide. I think that's why I've been so screwed in the head. Chilling out hasnae been so easy. I've been really worried about you, nervous about my job, what's going to happen when I go back. Then I just... wanted to keep it all together in case you couldnae, and you needed to lose it. That's still how I feel. I know you arenae used to relying on anyone, or being weak, or needing help, but right now, you need it, and I can give it to you. I want to help you through this, and if being your sounding board is all that I can really offer you effectively, then I'm going to do that. I just know we didnae have much chance to really get to know each, get close to each other, before this all happened and it's made it a little hard to know if we're on the same page as each other. But I think we are. I think considering everything, we've done awesomely. We're still together. I think that's huge..."

He shifted, leaning down to kiss Tom's shoulder softly and then carefully started to ease his track pants down over his hips. "I'm glad you were too pissed off this morning to put boxers on," he told him, glancing up at him with a smirk. "So, what do you want? Spooning and cock playing, huh?"

"I think we've done pretty awesomely, too. You know, lack of subduedness aside. If you need to get back to Scotland for a bit, I'd understand. Maybe once I'm back on my feet a bit more, you should just go? Take some time to get back in touch with yourself." Tom tried not to laugh as his mind automatically thought about the dirty meaning of what he'd just said. He was still battling a smirk as he looked at Stuart. "You're allowed to not keep it together if you need to. I'm not so bad that I can't still listen to you, or comfort you. Or fall apart with Gee if you think she's stronger. Do something for yourself in amongst all this. Promise me that, okay? I'm still learning that it's okay to fall apart in front of you, so I get it."

Tom groaned softly, already feeling his body starting to react. He felt like he would probably have fuck all stamina, but the idea of Stuart doing anything to him was definitely lifting his mood. He was still sticking firmly behind sexual healing. "Me too," he answered huskily. "And I want whatever you feel like giving me, copper."

Stuart got Tom's pants off, pushing them out of the way and then knelt over him so he could slowly start to ease him out of the t-shirt too. The top half was the worst, they had to be careful. The nurse had said that in a few days, the dressings could come off and she wouldn't be needed much anymore. Some positive news, finally. "I dinnae need to get back to Scotland. It was just a fight or flight reaction. I do get homesick, aye. But that doesnae mean I need to race back home. I need to be here, with you. We'll take each day. Catching up on some sleep and chilling out is going to be a good start. You getting better and nay feeling so angry will be the icing on the cake. I wish I could help you more with the anger, but I know it just needs to run its course. If I fall apart, you'll be the first to know. I'd like to be a masculine jock right now and say it isnae gonna happen, but I dinnae know. It might. I keep getting resounding passive aggressive suggestions that I need to see a counsellor. Maybe we can see one together."

He dipped his head again and pressed kisses to Tom's hips and then rose up again to get the t-shirt over his head and off, leaving his lover naked. Stuart smiled mischievously at him. "At least we have the whole wing to ourselves. I could get used to all this room," he decided and reached over into his toiletry bag to find some lube.

This was the part Tom really didn't mind. "I could get used to you undressing me all the time," he revealed with a smile. "Could be something in Ethan's whole staying home and being naked thing. He actually almost suggested to Sophie she quit just so she could be there naked all day, every day. It's got to be pretty amazing to be that into someone... He really doesn't seem to regret the marriage stuff. He revels in it, and I thought I'd never see the day."

Tom looked down his body, trying not to feel weird about the dressings on his chest. After his initial insecurties he'd gotten more used to it. And it really was a scar he was going to be able to wear, and make work for him. His gaze slipped passed to his erection, and he shifted slightly to get a hand to it, and give it a firm stroke. Just to ensure his equipment was in order, of course. He wet his lips as his gaze slipped down Stuart's body, and arched an eyebrow. "Maybe we need a country estate."

"Did she smack him around a bit for that?" Stuart sniggered. He set the lube down on the bed beside him and then stripped out of his own shirt. His eyes were on Tom's hand touching himself, and his own body was already responding to the sight. He leaned in and caught Tom's lips in a kiss, sucking softly on his lower lip and letting it linger for a few moments. But he wasn't going to be able to do much still in his jeans, so he got up off the bed to finish undressing, but was soon back at Tom's side. "Just like that? Like going through the McDonald's drive-thru?" he laughed, snapping open the tube of lube as he settled in against Tom, his erection pressing up against his lover's hip.

Tom hissed out a breath at feeling Stuart pressing up against his hip, and his hand soon abandoned his own cock to play with the Scot's. He leaned in to kiss at the underside of Stuart's jaw, and smirked. "I think she may have threatened to withdraw sex, but that might have been for something else he'd done that was stupid. I think at one stage he got a little over eager and got himself off before she had a chance to. Ethan only has to think about her breasts before he's nearly gone. Just like I only have to think about your cock..." Tom pulled back with a smirk. "Just like that. Well, there's still the usual real estate bullshit, but if it was something you wanted..."

Stuart indulged in a soft growl of appreciation as soon as Tom's hand was around his cock. He actually didn't realise how horny he was until Tom was telling him he wanted sex, and now he had a raging hard-on. He thrust forward just a little, enjoying the friction. Maybe this is what he had been missing? He was a guy, sex was always one of the top ways males would pick for comfort. Sex was how he and Tom had initially kicked off their whole relationship. Some might call it shallow, but maybe they really did just need this avenue to keep themselves sane? "Actually I can buy that about boobs. I just wouldnae be so stupid as to get off with a hot lassie on her way home. But he's a newlywed. I hear you get some sort of crazy chemical adrenaline boost when you get the ring on your finger. Makes you insatiably horny for a few months. There's an argument for marriage right there," he said with a smirk and squeezed out a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers. He nudged Tom's legs open a little and then dipped his fingers down below his balls to tease them in the cleft of his arse, seeking out his entrace. He kissed over Tom's shoulder to his throat, trailing his tongue over the pulse point as he waited for Tom to relax into the touches. "You never felt like having your own country place before? It might be nice, though... somewhere to bugger off to on weekends together... away from the chaos."

Tom's dick jumped, even if the growl was quiet. He couldn't get enough of Stuart's vocal reactions. He made his grip a little firmer and obliged his lover with a few strokes as he watched his face. Tom hadn't been able to stop thinking about being with Stuart like this, even when he had his bitch on. In fact, it was probably a huge contributing factor. He just wanted to be able to show Stuart just how much he'd missed him, how much he needed him, and how much he loved him. Not to mention a decent bout of angry sex would have shaken them both of any frustration. Still, he could be content with this. Especially when Stuart started to tease his fingers near Tom's ass. He tried to tilt his hips forward as his eyes fell closed for a moment and he just indulged in the touch. "I can't. Really don't fucking get the boob thing, and don't want to. Give me an arse, or a dick any day. Hell, I'd take nipples too, just not man boobs." Tom's grip shifted, and his fingers rubbed against Stuart's balls. "Mm... does that mean you want to get married some day? I think we're doing a pretty good impression of a honeymoon period ourselves. Or at least we were. Think it's catching? And no, not really. Always had my parents' place, or this place to come to. What's the fun in a country place you can't share with anyone? At least Ethan has Soph now. That, and I'm a terrible workaholic, remember? Who had time for weekends away? Now... Now I can see the appeal."

"I'd rather take your arse," Stuart purred against Tom's ear, letting his breath tickle the lobe as his middle finger slipped into Tom's arse with ease. He exhaled roughly at the feeling, wanting to just crawl down the bed and put his mouth all over Tom's nether regions. But it wasn't quite time for that, yet. They needed to go slow and take it easy, which was just as delicious in it's own way. He let his thumb massage against the base of Tom's balls, trying to give him as much touch and attention as he could. He was pressed up against Tom's side, his other hand beginning to stroke through Tom's hair, scratching his nails against his scalp in a psuedo-head massage. He wanted Tom to relax and enjoy this whole thing. Finding Tom's lips, Stuart smiled and kissed him softly. "No boobs here, lover. Just a really eager cock that wants to be buried in your gorgeous arse, taking you slowly... deeply... making up for lost time..." He eased another finger inside Tom, started to stretch him, fucking him with his fingers and unable to stifle another growl of want. "Now I'm just imagining fucking you in sprawling manicured gardens in the country..."

"Christ, are you trying to kill me?" Tom murmured, but he really wasn't minding all the attention, or the dirty talk. He let go of Stuart's cock to push his hand over his hip and dig his fingers into the firm flesh of Stuart's arse as he used the copper as an anchor. He needed to remind himself to go slow. He didn't have the energy to flip Stuart over and fuck him into oblivion. Instead, Tom had the delicious task of being the one to be taken slowly... deeply... and whatever else Stu could come up with. His breathing became shallow, and his chest did start to sting a little bit, but it was pain he could handle. A shudder rolled through his body as even the nerves in his scalp started to tingle with pleasure. God, he needed this. He really, really needed this. "We're getting the gardens... Because you got no idea just how much I want to return the favour. Make you remember your arse is mine."

Stuart softly bit down on Tom's lower lip, drawing it into his mouth and picking up the kiss with a little more intensity. At least they could kiss with reckless abandon and he put more than enough energy behind it to show Tom how he felt about him. He broke it just long enough to smirk and murmur, "All yours, gorgeous..." He shifted up onto his side a little more so he could drive his finger deeper inside Tom, a third one sliding in with ease that told Stuart Tom was very much relaxing into his ministrations. With a slight twist of his wrist, he managed to brush against Tom's prostate and thrust his hips against Tom's leg. He really wanted to take Tom hard and fast, and knew when they could do that, it was going to be an awesome feat, probably drawing blood and leaving bruises.

"And a pool..." he had to add as an afterthought, again smirking against Tom's lips as he let his fingers slip from Tom's arse. He would be lying if he didn't admit to having dirty thoughts about that heated pool outside and the hot tub attached to it. Really, really dirty thoughts. He brushed his hand down Tom's side and nipped at the corner of his mouth before moving on to nuzzle his throat. "Lie on your side, love. I'll give you a hand, just be careful when you move."

Tom probably couldn't have been more relaxed if he tried. There was no denying Stuart really did have the magic touch, and one that Tom couldn't get enough of. Stuart's cock pushed into his leg and Tom grunted before capturing Stuart's mouth in another hungry kiss. Whatever he couldn't make up for in thrusting, he was definitely planning on compensating with his mouth. "Don't forget it, love." He gave Stuart's arse another squeeze and let out a loud moan as Stuart's fingers stroked against his prostate.

"Definitely need a pool. Fuck, I've never wanted to buy a place so bad." Tom blinked, realising a moment later that he was being asked to move. He always wanted to pout with disappointment before he realised turning onto his side meant being fucked. He sucked in a breath as he braced himself, and started to ease his body onto its side. He reluctantly let go of Stuart's arse, and hissed out the breath he'd been holding as he tried to ignore the pain he was suddenly feeling. "I'm okay," he quickly assured Stuart. "Still just a little tender."

Stuart kept his arm tucked protectively around Tom's waist. "It's okay, love. Just take a couple of moments to get comfortable," he urged gently. He knew they were both eager, but he wasn't going to let Tom hurt himself. He rubbed Tom's hip and kissed his back between his shoulder blades. "You know, I've always wanted to fuck in a greenhouse," he admitted devious as his hand crept from Tom's hip down to his cock. He wrapped his fingers around Tom's length and started to stroke him softly, his fingers still slick from the lube and making the movement easy. He melted in against Tom's back, his dick tucked against Tom's arse as he just held him, waiting for him to be ready. He started to suck on Tom's ear again, lapping gently at the curve of it. "And skinny dip..."

Tom bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from thrusting forward. His cock did manage another leap though at the idea of fucking in a greenhouse, and skinny dipping. "S'good," he choked out. "The skinny dipping... One of my favourite pasttimes. Think me and Ethan did that a lot more than we should have. He always got the girl though, and I got the sexually repressed jock. I think we're responsible for corrupting most of the English countryside." He was still panting, but his heartbeat slowed just a little as the pain started to subside. His hand covered Stuart's, and his fingers rubbed against the back of his hand. "I just want to fuck you everywhere."

"I've got a lot of deviancy to catch up on. Mine was more isolated to the odd streak at local football games, or mooning people in my kilt." Stuart continued to nuzzle Tom's throat, alternating between trailing his tongue over the skin and dropping small kisses below his ear. His hand worked in slow, smooth strokes, losing himself in the feel of Tom's hard cock caught possessively in his hand. He let out a rough breath, pushing up closer behind Tom as he got just slightly impatient about wanting to claim him. "You're starting to make me think I'm not gonna be able to live without you, you know," he told him huskily, rocking up against his back and licking a slow line down over his arm to his shoulder.

Tom shivered in response, unable to help it. Stuart's tongue was torture. This time it was him that growled as he managed to rock his hips back a bit to rub his arse against Stuart's cock. He wanted the other man deep inside him, and he wanted it now. "That's another thing, I'm not joking about wanting you in just your kilt. Fuck, I want to do you in a kilt... I want to express my new found love of Scotland." Tom closed his eyes, his hand now reaching around behind him to touch Stuart's thigh, his fingernails scraping against his flesh. "I'm starting to make myself think maybe I can't."

It felt like something burst up inside Stuart, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It felt like the moment he realised he had fallen in love with Tom, and wanted to tell, only it was more. Something he didn't want to just disappear, something he didn't want to lose. "I do want to get married," he found himself admitting quietly against Tom's ear as his hand left his cock just long enough to ease the cheeks of Tom's arse open so he could position himself. He was back to stroking Tom's cock as he carefully thrust forward, taking Tom slowly, but deeply and making sure he kept his body up against Tom's back as a brace. "I've always wanted to. I... thought I had it once, but I got fucked over. Never thought I would find it again. But the strange thing is, no one has ever made me feel the way you do," he confessed honestly, resting his forehead on Tom's shoulder as he started to fuck him gently, matching the rhythm his hand on Tom's cock had already found.

Tom licked his lips as he groaned softly, revelling in the sensations his body was feeling with Stuart going slow, and moving inside him. He definitely could get used to the slower side of things. It wasn't so bad if you took out the part where he had been in a car crash. There was no way he wanted to lose everything with Stuart. He didn't want to risk missing out on any more firsts, he didn't want to have to think about just how fucking empty his life was before. "I've never... I didn't think I could. I didn't think I was built for it, but you... I want it. No one's ever made me feel the way you do, either."

Stuart's stomach had flipped a little at his admission to Tom, but with it had come a realisation that it was getting easier - much easier - to tell him things. Whether it was the fact he wanted to drop trou in a greenhouse, or the fact that, after spending so much time with Ethan and Sophie, they actually made the notion of marriage look appealling. And just maybe Stuart had already been entertaining thoughts of what it would be like to marry Tom. Of course, he figured it was because he came so close to losing him. That it was just a fear of finding himself without the sexy lawyer in his life all of a sudden that made him want to make him a permanent part of it. But he hadn't been able to analyse it. He just had this jumble of feelings that were managing to actually come to the forefront rationally at the moment. He pushed up, and when Tom turned his head, they managed to share a kiss over Tom's shoulder before Stuart continued to take him slowly, soothingly. He had always been a fan of slow sex, with the right person. He knew there was injuries, but he also knew this would be healing for both of them. They had needed it since Tom woke up. "You're more built for it than you realise, love," he murmured. "You're amazing. You had me hooked from day one. I know we arenae perfect, and we even still rub each other up the wrong way now and again, but I dinnae think we'd suck at it. I think we might be pretty damn good at it... at least, our it."

Tom growled softly as the desire coiled tight in his stomach, having Stuart nestled up behind him more than feeding it. Now he got it. He got what Ethan was talking about the careful spooning sex. He got what he was talking about with relationship sex, and even marriage sex. Tom wasn't even sure how it was possible given his mood first thing this morning, but suddenly things were falling into place. He was having little realisations that just made this moment seem that much more important. Tom wasn't exactly scared of marriage, but it was something that he didn't want to undertake lightly. He wanted to be sure. He wanted to know that if he really was going to stop his promiscuous ways that it would be for something pretty damn amazing. Or rather someone. And there was no one like Stuart. "I want to marry you," he found himself whispering just before he let out a moan of pleasure. "I want everything with you. All of it. Fuck perfect, I want our it."

"I'll make you a deal," Stuart panted softly against Tom's ear, still working intently on his cock, teasing it with long, smooth strokes and squeezes that matched the easy rhythm he had found taking Tom deeply from behind. He watched over Tom's shoulder, their hands linked together around his straining erection and Stuart let the tip of his tongue sweep up the shell of Tom's ear. "You can still perve on guys... we can perve on them together. No need to stop all the fun if we get hitched is there?" he purred and moved on to start sucking softly on Tom's throat, marking him. He didn't even know if, come morning, Tom was going to get cold feet, or even if he, himself, would freak out. Maybe they would both freak out once they realised they had this conversation. But right then, Stuart realised he was in it all the way.

Tom's gaze had dropped to their hands and his cock, and he could feel a warning tingle at the base of his spine. His stamina really was shot to pieces, but right now he didn't care. He was fucking turned on, and everything Stuart was doing was just pushing him further and further to the edge. He was the only man that had Tom threatening to break into a million pieces just from one touch. "No... there isn't..." he choked out, trying to maintain his concentration as the climax started to build. "Ethan says we're not allowed to elope."

Stuart felt a smug satisfaction that he still knew Tom's warning signs. The frustrated tension in his tone, the small pulses in his cock that just indicated it was about to reach an awesome explosion. Stuart shifted his hips, and took Tom just that little bit deeper on the next thrust, making sure he still had most of Tom's weight braced against him so he wasn't hurt. "What's his take on gay naked weddings in the English countryside?" he asked mischievously, his voice husky from want as he felt his own body alert him to the fact that feeling Tom so close had pushed him well to the edge too. "Not sure it's your wedding ring I would be giving most attention to, though."

"Haven't asked," Tom grunted, his hand squeezing the detective's hand when he couldn't hold back any more and he let out a loud groan as he pushed back against Stuart. The orgasm was more forceful than the one in hospital, but the pain that accompanied it was worth it. He was covered in sweat and wet his lips as he lay there panting, and spent, waiting to feel Stuart go over the edge and join him. "But if we're going to do it, might as well be a naked wedding in the English countryside. Fuck a tux when I can just be staring at your cock the whole time."

It was almost impossible for Stuart to keep hold of the conversation at that moment. He felt Tom clench and tighten around his cock and that was the end of him. He buried his face into the crook of Tom's neck with a hoarse groan of Tom's name and he couldn't stop squeezing his hand just a little firmer around Tom's cock as his own orgasm tore through him and he exploded inside his lover. He was breathless, damp with a sweat covering his skin, but he recovered quicker in the aftermath than he normally would, releasing Tom's cock to move his hand to Tom's lower stomach. He kissed his shoulder soft. "Are you okay, love?" he asked breathlessly, wetting his lips. He dropped some more small kisses to the back of Tom's neck, trying to take the edge off the inevitable pain if he could. "Could be fun tearing a tux off, though..." he added as an afterthought.

"Hm... Maybe we can just agree on no underwear?" Tom suggested in a hoarse tone. "I'm okay, Detective. Just a little... sore. It's the kind of pain I don't mind having though. Not after that. Just wish I could return the favour and bury myself balls deep inside you." Tom brushed his fingers against Stuart's thigh as he reached behind him, and turned his head to try and catch a glimpse of his lover from out the corner of his eye. "I really do love you."

Stuart gently eased out of Tom, moving back so Tom had more room to lie on his back again. With a quick check to make sure there was no drastic results of what they just did, he threaded his leg in with Tom's and entwined their bodies together in a secure embrace. Now he had easier access to Tom's lips, he smiled indulgently and traced his tongue along Tom's lower lip. "You can save it all up and pound me into oblivion when you're feeling better. A whole week, I'll bottom," he promised and found Tom's hand, squeezing his fingers. He looked over Tom's face with a curiousness he was unable to hide. "I really do love you too... really think you could get used to this permanently?"

Tom smirked, and brushed his fingers down Stuart's back. "You definitely know exactly what I want to hear, don't you? I'm still not sure I'm going to survive any of this in one piece." He pulled the Scot into a kiss, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his torso. He wasn't letting his bitch come back, not when there was afterglow to enjoy. "I really think so, yes. Scary, huh? I've never been so sure of it."

A fleeting thought passed through Stuart's mind then that somewhere between this morning standing there and copping Tom's frustrated onslaught and now, he had finally managed to relax. Of course, the comfort sex was probably a big factor, but he would be lying it he didn't admit that Tom's admission about marriage had left a warm, content feeling in his gut. They had been together two months now, which was longer than a lot of Stuart's past relationships. He hadn't been lying when he said no one else had made him feel like this. He felt like he couldn't get enough of Tom, and that maybe they did have in it them to survive the distance, even considering the shit they had gone through. A devious smirk appeared on his lips as he continued to cuddle up to Tom and absorb that comfortable afterglow. "Think you'll need to have Sophie on stand-by to give Ethan CPR when you tell him that? It doesnae make you nervous that this will technically be monogamy. I say technically, because I wouldnae actually be opposed to a threesome, with the right sort of guy..." he added, raising his eyebrows cheekily at Tom and running his tongue along his lip.

Tom had been thinking about telling Ethan when Stuart threw that last little gem at him, and he stared at Stuart for a long moment, like he was trying to work out if he was really serious, or if it was some stupid relationship test he was about to fail if he said he liked the idea. But he did like the idea. He couldn't deny it. "We'd only have the very best, love. Are you sure you're really ready to say goodbye to boobs for the rest of your life. Because I could... handle the idea of a threesome with a woman if you needed it. Clearly my cock would only be staying near your arse, and nowhere near hers, but if you did need it... The woman would have to be pretty amazing, though. Like Gee. Someone that you really do just need to... you know. Do straight things with."

Stuart kissed up the side of Tom's throat, making his way to his jaw, then his cheek and finally reaching his lips. He started to kiss him slowly, his tongue seeking out Tom's, letting them slide together while he rubbed his foot up and down Tom's leg. He let the kiss ease off, staying close as he smirked faintly. "I dinnae need to do straight things, love. The joy of being bi is that you like both, in equal portions. I dinnae miss straight sex when I'm getting the other in awesome proportions. When it's more than satisfying and fulfilling. When it's hot and fucking addictive. Why would I miss anything? You cannae miss what you dinnae have..." He nuzzled Tom's cheek, letting his eyes fall closed contentedly. "In saying that, you would seriously have a threesome with a girl... Gee... whoever... for me?"

He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking inside Tom's palm as he let everything tick over him mind. "I know we got caught up in the moment just then, and feelings pushed their way to the forefront. I dinnae want you to think in anyway you should do this because we talked about it or admitted it might be nice. Or do it because Ethan makes it look good. Marriage is huge. It's nay something I want you to feel obligated to do. I dinnae mean that in an offensive way. I just want you to know that you dinnae have to do it. I'm still gonna be here, I'm still gonna live with you, and love you, and do all the shit couples do. You arenae used to the notion of marriage, it's okay if you think it's too much..." he cleared his throat. "But I do have to tell you something on that front..."

Tom managed a cheeky grin as he hummed with pleasure. He really did like all the attention he was getting from Stuart. "Yeah, I seriously would. Sometimes it's about compromises. I think it should be about what you want as much as what I want. I at least trust Gee with you, so if it's some other woman... Well, we'll see. I'm not saying I need approval, but I'll need to know she's not going to try and steal you, or pull any bullshit. With your partner I know she's just your partner, and you do enjoy her a little bit more than that. Not that I've thought about it before, or anything."

"I'm not saying it because I feel obligated. I've never done that. I really do think it would be fucking nice to marry you, and properly stake my claim. I'm also not saying that it's going to happen tomorrow, or something. We are talking about it, we did get caught up in the moment, but I know what I'm saying. So just trust me, okay? Please, Stuart. I want this. I want you. I want it all. We can do all the couple shit and then when the time's right we just know it's okay to do the marriage shit, too." Tom eyed him warily. "Yes?"

Stuart laughed. "She's not. She's really not. She's hooked on the Irish cock, but nay quite sure how to play him. He's like an Ikea flat pack bookshelf with nay instructions. We did it twice, and it was more a battle for dominance than anything else. We were marking our territory with each other, there wasnae any feelings involved beyond understanding we could trust each other with our lives. How long have you been thinking about this, gorgeous?" he asked in amusement.

"Aye, okay. So, we roll with it, and when the time is right, we think about it then. I can work with that," he decided with a smile, but soon pressed his lips together and drew in a small breath. "I've been engaged before," he admitted. "About a year ago."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "He sounds like he even gives me a run for my money in the commitment stakes. I was never an Ikea flat pack without instructions, was I?" He looked seriously worried by the concept before he smirked a little. "Still, it'll keep Gee on her toes. Nothing wrong with working for what you really want. At least you did work out you could trust each other after the sex. Could have gone the other way just as easily. Erm, well... A little while. Just wasn't sure I was ready to bring it up."

He froze, his hand stopping on Stuart's back as he just stared at his lover. "I see."

Any talk of threesomes seemed to suddenly fly out the window when Stuart heard the tone in Tom's voice change and felt his hand stop moving. He let out a heavy sigh and drew his lower lip between his teeth momentarily. "Okay..." he began quietly, clearing his throat. "She was a colleague, I dated her for around six months. Our parents were really good friends, had been for years since before any of them even had kids. I got hooked up with her through friends, and I had this... weird sense of obligation. Like we should make it work for our parents, and then we hit the six month mark and I felt like everyone was waiting for the engagement announcement, so I proposed to her. Only thing was, turns out she was only dating me to get close to me. I was in line for promotion from uniform to detective back at Lothian and Borders. I'd worked my arse off for it, it was barely a couple of months off being confirmed and it was basically just a waiting game. She was a copper too, same department. She used to me to trample me for the promotion. She got it. She screwed me over, made it look like I fucked up a vital case, only with enough ambiguity to nay really screw my actual employment over. Needless to say, once I found out, I ended it. Felt like the biggest loser in history in the wake of it, too."

Tom started to move his hand again slowly, but his brow was furrowed as he tried to reconcile the irrational jealously he was suddenly feeling towards a woman that had known Stuart long before Tom had. And to a woman that had fucked him over so royally. His tongue slid out to wet his drying lips, and Tom's eyes fixed on Stuart's. "Well, it's not like I'll be trying to fuck you over for a promotion. I'm not a cop. I wouldn't do it in the name of a case, either. I don't need to screw with a cop to win my cases in court. We wouldn't be doing it out of obligation. Don't ever feel like you have to owe me anything, or do anything because you think it's expected."

Stuart felt slightly like he was being chastised, but he knew it was just a paranoia in him. The whole issue with his ex left him fragile and he still harboured more hate for her than he cared to admit. He couldn't even be in the same room with her without wanting vomit or punch something. He had worked his arse off for the promotion, nabbed cases even he didn't think he was capable of, sometimes worked sixteen hour days and then was back on the job at seven in the morning. Then had to move to London for his prized promotion. Which now, had turned out better than he could have ever dreamed, despite the heartache. It just confused him that Tom would assume he would do the same as his ex did. "Okay..." he said quietly. "Well, I'm glad. So cheers for nay wanting to fuck me over. Nay sure the ego could take it again." He fell quiet for a few moments and a small frown furrowed his features. "I love you. Of course I feel obligated to you. It's just not in the way you think. It's... a want to be obligated to you."

Tom gave a nod. "I... I'm sorry. This is the part where the big bad lawyer starts to stumble. "I've never been this close to someone. Ever. And I guess I'm just a little... I want firsts with you, but I know they'll be our firsts. Not universal firsts." He cleared his throat as he shifted to try and hold Stuart better. "Does that make sense? I'm just getting a little protective, and possessive, and probably a bunch of other P words. I guess it's just strange hearing that you were here before, but now I understand it better. I'm sorry you got fucked over, love. More than sorry. And if I ever meet her, I'll kill her."

Stuart touched his hand to Tom's cheek and brushed his thumb across his lips with a smile. "I havenae been here before," he corrected. "Nay like this. Nay at all like this. That's what I was saying. I guess I loved her, or thought I did. Thought it was a good idea to. It was making our families happy. See? Can you see what I'm saying? It wasnae ever here. She was only ever with me for one reason. There was never any of this. We didnae even live together. There was just dates, and lots of get-togethers with mutual friends, dinners with family. You know the biggest P word, love? Past. It's my past, and it was pathetic. There's another one for you." He took Tom's hand again and kissed his fingers. "I want you to marry me. And you know why this is a universal first? Because I've never been ready for it. There has never been anyone else that made me feel like I'd fucking scored the jackpot, or who makes me terrified at just the thought that they might not be in my life anymore."

"Nothing's going to stop me being in your life, love. Nothing," Tom assured him as he gave Stuart's backside a firm squeeze before seeking out his lips in a soft kiss. There was no way in hell he was going anywhere if he had any kind of say in it. He was in a car crash, and still here. Stuart was the first thing on his mind as he'd come to. Nothing else. Stuart was all he wanted to make him feel better. Stuart was all he wanted, full stop. "I reserve the right to be a little boastful about universal firsts. Never agreed to being a fair winner."

"Dinnae worry. You dinnae think I willnae bask in the ego stroking of your boasting?" Stuart returned with a cheeky smirk. He nudged his nose affectionately against Tom's jaw, walking his fingers across Tom's chest, circling his nipple with his fingertip. "You're the only person I've ever knocked on their arse. You're the only person ever made me come untouched. You're the only person, beyond my family, I've let take care of me when I was sick. You're the only person who's made me want to put everything on the line for."

As much as he was starting to feel like his old self, Tom was still fragile. He still felt tender, and like he just wanted to lick his wounds. Or just have Stuart lick them for him. His expression turned to one of concern tinged with fear, and reached up to cup Stuart's face with his hand. "I just don't want to become a regret."

The look and the tone wasn't lost on Stuart. He gave a small shrug and smiled. "I had nothing to lose before I met you, and you... gave me everything," he said with a laugh. "What could I possibly regret? You make me happy, happier than I've been in a really long time. Maybe ever. There's been a lot of shit to get here. There's gonna be no regrets. I think if we wing it right, it'll be be the opposite."

Tom gave a nod, and seemed to brighten up again. Even if he was tempted to just doze off after the orgasm. He wrapped his arms back around Stuart, and smiled softly. "I always thought I had everything, but you showed me something huge I was missing, and I can't thank you enough for that. I'm definitely one of the converted, but I think it's only because you're you. It was the pale Scottish arse that did it for me."

Stuart laughed and gave Tom a soft nudge. "My arse isnae that pale! Is it...?" He pressed his lips together briefly and then couldn't fight the urge to twist back to look behind him, trying to check out the condition of it arse. "... I really need that cruise," he decided. "It really is a pathetically pale arse. I havenae ever been the sort to think about all over tans before. Ironic it's the Scottish that get their arses out in a kilt."

Tom chuckled as he slid a hand down Stuart's body to give his lover's arse a gentle smack. "You Scots live in the Highlands, let's not forget. Not as if you're known for your sunny weather, and tanning opportunities. We'll definitely get it all fixed up on the cruise. Plenty of nude sunbathing."

"Hey, I'm a Lowlander... which has absolutely nay point in clarification because I come from a place nicknamed The Puddle, and we're lucky to get sun, let alone sun that breaks through the clouds long enough to burn anything." Stuart leaned into Tom, picking up his teasing of Tom's nipple, giving it a soft tweak and then leaning over to traced his tongue around it. "All I can think about is sucking you off in the sun now."

"Mm..." Tom wasn't actually capable of much more coherent thought right then. His lower body stirred at the idea of Stuart sucking him off in the sun and he just nodded his agreement as he watched the detective tease his nipple with his tongue. "Fuck... How many orgasms would be considered OD-ing on medication?"

Stuart started to kiss a trail down Tom's chest, avoiding the dressed areas in favour of glorious, well-cared for skin. He reached Tom's groin, kissing in the dip between his cock and his thigh, looking up mischievously at his lover, licking his lips slowly. "Nay idea, but I'm willing to put it to the test."

Tom grinned in response, his fingers already knotting in Stuart's hair. "This is why I fucking love you, Stuart Evans."

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