musesandlyrics | 6.17. Angel quote
6.17. "Love is... well in a way it's everything. But it's also heartache and disappointment. And those are good things to avoid."
Angel
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Stuart stretched back with a small grunt of pain, feeling a niggle in his lower back from sitting funny on the floor with just a cushion underneath his butt. His notebook nearly dropped off his knees, but he managed to catch it before it fell to the floor and made a sound. He glanced behind him at Tom, who was sprawled out on the large, cushy sofa, asleep with his fingertips resting against the back of Stuart's neck as if even in his sleep he was keeping the connection. It was getting late in the evening, dark outside and the views of the sprawling English countryside closed off with the ornate blinds. Stuart hardly realised how much time had passed, he had been buried in piles of notes and case reports from the case with Tom and the fucking driver. At first, Stuart couldn't really explain what he was doing. He just had an urge to go over the case, like it would help him cope with everything if he knew it inside and out. And it did, surprisingly. The whole ordeal may have been terrible, and he knew that right along with Tom, they were still grieving about it, but he was still a detective. It seemed he still functioned better with information and answers than he did without.
He hadn't told Tom what he was doing. Earlier on, he had gone back to their room to find Tom, maybe so they could make out or fool around a bit, placate each others insatiable horniness they seemed to have found a fresh adoration for after Tom's accident. He knew Ethan had come back to Surrey for some reason, but he hadn't intruded. To be honest, the bloke had looked like hell, so maybe something had happened that Ethan needed to talk to Tom about. Maybe it was something legal, or even fleetingly Stuart had wondered if there had been a fight with Sophie, but the thought left him as soon as it jumped into his mind. That didn't seem very likely, they were too close and still in the honeymoon phase. But when he went back to their room in the late afternoon, and didn't find his lover there but Ethan asleep on their bed in the darkened room with a cosy looking homemade quilt wrapped around him, it was confusing, but Stuart was getting used to the dynamic of Tom and his family. He found Tom in the sitting room nearest their room watching TV. The sofa was generous enough for them both to lie together, at first just snuggling and watching some random British cop show, until hands and lips started wandering, and inevitably the sofa was yet another piece of expensive furniture that got debauched. Tom had assured Stuart that Ethan wasn't going to walk in on them, at least not anytime soon. The guy wasn't feeling well and had a bitch of a migraine that he was sleeping off. Tom hadn't the heart to get Ethan to move, so he just left him there, knowing Sophie would probably arrive later in the night to come rescue her husband.
But after the hot shag on the sofa, Tom was waning again too, his eyes drooping while he watched TV. Stuart had remained quiet, watching him in amusement out of the corner of his eye until Tom finally succumbed and fell asleep with his cheek squished into one of the large cushions. He been asleep for a few hours now, and at first, Stuart tiptoed back into their room to collect his laptop and then came back to sit and chat to his big brother, Iain, for awhile. When Iain had to go, though, Stuart got a little restless and it's what had him breaking out the case work he had covertly brought along with him and until now, it had sat under the bed in a rucksack, forgotten. He had been too worried and distracted about Tom to think about it, but now he wanted to face it and it was all spread out on the floor around him as he absorbed all the details of what went down, everything from evidence to telephone messages. But his muscles were tired from sitting on the floor, and his concentration was waning when his stomach gave a hungry growl. He wasn't sure if Tom would want dinner. Some nights, he didn't feel up to it, just having tea and toast so his stomach didn't even up hurting in the middle of the night. And then there was Ethan, he didn't particularly look like he would want to put food anywhere near his mouth, so Stuart could be on his own.
Talking to his big brother had been great. Stuart had needed that more than he realised. He would be lying if he didn't admit that deep inside he was glad Iain was living in London for the moment. The homesickness Stuart had experienced had been terrible, and he had toyed with the idea of moving back to Edinburgh when Tom was in a coma it had been so bad. Iain's move, even if the main reason was his new London restaurant, was well-timed and it would give Stuart that link to home he yearned so badly for. He had offloaded onto his brother, much like he always did. Iain never complained, and always tried to help where he could. Stuart was always going to be the kid brother... it's all he knew how to be. He really hoped Iain did decide to come stay in Surrey for a few days. Stuart wanted to spend time with him, make up for lost time since he had been in London. Plus, he wanted Iain and Tom to get along. That was more important than anything right now. Then there was the revelation that middle Evans brother, Angus, could be headed for divorce after cheating on his wife with an old high school crush. It was a mess, but Iain hinted that Angus wanted to have a time out and come stay in London for a bit. Maybe Iain could bring Gus along to Surrey too? Stuart bit down on his lip and turned to watch Tom sleeping again, letting his fingers brush through Tom's hair, which was getting on the long side. Was throwing two big brothers at him in one go too much? Two out of five wasn't so bad, right? Nevermind that Iain and Angus were without a doubt two of the more prominent of personalities out of all the siblings.
He couldn't help being brought back then to the discussion with Iain about marriage to Tom. Knelt beside the sofa, Stuart looked over his sleeping lover, taking in the plains of his toned body and feeling dick stir just from the sight. He really was hooked on the hotshot lawyer. More than, even. At first, it had just been an insatiable lust between them, but now it was that and so much more. They had discussed the future and marriage... but Stuart was just hesitant to believe he had the ability to change someone like Tom's who outlook on life, change his feelings about relationships and commitment. It felt like it was too much to hope for, that one day, Tom would wake up and realise he was stuck with some boring copper, stuck in a rut and wanting the stream of hot and hard cock on tap he had before he met Stuart. Stuart, on the other hand, had always hoped to find his perfect match. That one person who set his heart racing that he wanted to marry, and be with forever. It was born of seeing his parents happen, seeing his brothers begin to settle down as they grew up. He did want the whole package with someone who drove him wild, challenged him as well as let him take care of them. He really felt that he had found all that with Tom, and he could see himself with the lawyer for a very long time. They hadn't been together long, but it was long enough for Stuart to know what he wanted, know that he didn't want those heated feelings he had for Tom to stop. It wasn't like anything he had experienced in his previous relationships. Looking back now, they all felt like they lacked something. He didn't know what the something was, but it was something Tom had in abundance. But he was still worried, nervous that he was expecting too much out of Tom, expecting him to change. Ethan was all about vouching for marriage and singing from the rooftops how awesome it was, and apparently he used to be like Tom before he met Sophie... but was that really accurate? Marriage seemed to come so easily to Ethan, but it was an unknown quantity to Tom. Maybe Ethan had just always known he would marry one day, whereas Tom hadn't ever really even stopped to contemplate it.
Stuart's stomach was growling quietly, but he didn't really want to go find the chef or the kitchen staff or whatever. He didn't want to eat on his own again. He shoved his books and notes to the side and then carefully climbed back up onto the sofa, awkwardly and slowly lying down beside Tom as he tried not to wake him. Tom mumbled something in his sleep and then his arm subconsciously wrapped around Stuart's waist once he was lying down. Stuart froze for a few moments, watching Tom's face to see if he would wake up. But he stirred for a bit, and then just slept on. Stuart found a more comfortable spot, tucking his leg in between Tom's and hugging his arm loosely around his stomach so he didn't hit any injured parts and hurt him. He lay there for a few minutes, lost in thought and listening to Tom's deep, even breathing beside his ear. It was comforting, and this was part of the whole feeling Stuart didn't want to let go of. He kissed Tom's shoulder. "I love you," he whispered, even if Tom couldn't hear him. And then, "I'd marry you in a heartbeat..."
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Angel
[Follows THIS, THIS, and THIS]
Stuart stretched back with a small grunt of pain, feeling a niggle in his lower back from sitting funny on the floor with just a cushion underneath his butt. His notebook nearly dropped off his knees, but he managed to catch it before it fell to the floor and made a sound. He glanced behind him at Tom, who was sprawled out on the large, cushy sofa, asleep with his fingertips resting against the back of Stuart's neck as if even in his sleep he was keeping the connection. It was getting late in the evening, dark outside and the views of the sprawling English countryside closed off with the ornate blinds. Stuart hardly realised how much time had passed, he had been buried in piles of notes and case reports from the case with Tom and the fucking driver. At first, Stuart couldn't really explain what he was doing. He just had an urge to go over the case, like it would help him cope with everything if he knew it inside and out. And it did, surprisingly. The whole ordeal may have been terrible, and he knew that right along with Tom, they were still grieving about it, but he was still a detective. It seemed he still functioned better with information and answers than he did without.
He hadn't told Tom what he was doing. Earlier on, he had gone back to their room to find Tom, maybe so they could make out or fool around a bit, placate each others insatiable horniness they seemed to have found a fresh adoration for after Tom's accident. He knew Ethan had come back to Surrey for some reason, but he hadn't intruded. To be honest, the bloke had looked like hell, so maybe something had happened that Ethan needed to talk to Tom about. Maybe it was something legal, or even fleetingly Stuart had wondered if there had been a fight with Sophie, but the thought left him as soon as it jumped into his mind. That didn't seem very likely, they were too close and still in the honeymoon phase. But when he went back to their room in the late afternoon, and didn't find his lover there but Ethan asleep on their bed in the darkened room with a cosy looking homemade quilt wrapped around him, it was confusing, but Stuart was getting used to the dynamic of Tom and his family. He found Tom in the sitting room nearest their room watching TV. The sofa was generous enough for them both to lie together, at first just snuggling and watching some random British cop show, until hands and lips started wandering, and inevitably the sofa was yet another piece of expensive furniture that got debauched. Tom had assured Stuart that Ethan wasn't going to walk in on them, at least not anytime soon. The guy wasn't feeling well and had a bitch of a migraine that he was sleeping off. Tom hadn't the heart to get Ethan to move, so he just left him there, knowing Sophie would probably arrive later in the night to come rescue her husband.
But after the hot shag on the sofa, Tom was waning again too, his eyes drooping while he watched TV. Stuart had remained quiet, watching him in amusement out of the corner of his eye until Tom finally succumbed and fell asleep with his cheek squished into one of the large cushions. He been asleep for a few hours now, and at first, Stuart tiptoed back into their room to collect his laptop and then came back to sit and chat to his big brother, Iain, for awhile. When Iain had to go, though, Stuart got a little restless and it's what had him breaking out the case work he had covertly brought along with him and until now, it had sat under the bed in a rucksack, forgotten. He had been too worried and distracted about Tom to think about it, but now he wanted to face it and it was all spread out on the floor around him as he absorbed all the details of what went down, everything from evidence to telephone messages. But his muscles were tired from sitting on the floor, and his concentration was waning when his stomach gave a hungry growl. He wasn't sure if Tom would want dinner. Some nights, he didn't feel up to it, just having tea and toast so his stomach didn't even up hurting in the middle of the night. And then there was Ethan, he didn't particularly look like he would want to put food anywhere near his mouth, so Stuart could be on his own.
Talking to his big brother had been great. Stuart had needed that more than he realised. He would be lying if he didn't admit that deep inside he was glad Iain was living in London for the moment. The homesickness Stuart had experienced had been terrible, and he had toyed with the idea of moving back to Edinburgh when Tom was in a coma it had been so bad. Iain's move, even if the main reason was his new London restaurant, was well-timed and it would give Stuart that link to home he yearned so badly for. He had offloaded onto his brother, much like he always did. Iain never complained, and always tried to help where he could. Stuart was always going to be the kid brother... it's all he knew how to be. He really hoped Iain did decide to come stay in Surrey for a few days. Stuart wanted to spend time with him, make up for lost time since he had been in London. Plus, he wanted Iain and Tom to get along. That was more important than anything right now. Then there was the revelation that middle Evans brother, Angus, could be headed for divorce after cheating on his wife with an old high school crush. It was a mess, but Iain hinted that Angus wanted to have a time out and come stay in London for a bit. Maybe Iain could bring Gus along to Surrey too? Stuart bit down on his lip and turned to watch Tom sleeping again, letting his fingers brush through Tom's hair, which was getting on the long side. Was throwing two big brothers at him in one go too much? Two out of five wasn't so bad, right? Nevermind that Iain and Angus were without a doubt two of the more prominent of personalities out of all the siblings.
He couldn't help being brought back then to the discussion with Iain about marriage to Tom. Knelt beside the sofa, Stuart looked over his sleeping lover, taking in the plains of his toned body and feeling dick stir just from the sight. He really was hooked on the hotshot lawyer. More than, even. At first, it had just been an insatiable lust between them, but now it was that and so much more. They had discussed the future and marriage... but Stuart was just hesitant to believe he had the ability to change someone like Tom's who outlook on life, change his feelings about relationships and commitment. It felt like it was too much to hope for, that one day, Tom would wake up and realise he was stuck with some boring copper, stuck in a rut and wanting the stream of hot and hard cock on tap he had before he met Stuart. Stuart, on the other hand, had always hoped to find his perfect match. That one person who set his heart racing that he wanted to marry, and be with forever. It was born of seeing his parents happen, seeing his brothers begin to settle down as they grew up. He did want the whole package with someone who drove him wild, challenged him as well as let him take care of them. He really felt that he had found all that with Tom, and he could see himself with the lawyer for a very long time. They hadn't been together long, but it was long enough for Stuart to know what he wanted, know that he didn't want those heated feelings he had for Tom to stop. It wasn't like anything he had experienced in his previous relationships. Looking back now, they all felt like they lacked something. He didn't know what the something was, but it was something Tom had in abundance. But he was still worried, nervous that he was expecting too much out of Tom, expecting him to change. Ethan was all about vouching for marriage and singing from the rooftops how awesome it was, and apparently he used to be like Tom before he met Sophie... but was that really accurate? Marriage seemed to come so easily to Ethan, but it was an unknown quantity to Tom. Maybe Ethan had just always known he would marry one day, whereas Tom hadn't ever really even stopped to contemplate it.
Stuart's stomach was growling quietly, but he didn't really want to go find the chef or the kitchen staff or whatever. He didn't want to eat on his own again. He shoved his books and notes to the side and then carefully climbed back up onto the sofa, awkwardly and slowly lying down beside Tom as he tried not to wake him. Tom mumbled something in his sleep and then his arm subconsciously wrapped around Stuart's waist once he was lying down. Stuart froze for a few moments, watching Tom's face to see if he would wake up. But he stirred for a bit, and then just slept on. Stuart found a more comfortable spot, tucking his leg in between Tom's and hugging his arm loosely around his stomach so he didn't hit any injured parts and hurt him. He lay there for a few minutes, lost in thought and listening to Tom's deep, even breathing beside his ear. It was comforting, and this was part of the whole feeling Stuart didn't want to let go of. He kissed Tom's shoulder. "I love you," he whispered, even if Tom couldn't hear him. And then, "I'd marry you in a heartbeat..."
Word Count | 1,699