RP LOG with thinbluegee | Partner Bonding

[scotcopper]

It was Monday, and Stuart was back at work. He hadn't anticipated just how fucking hard it would be to go to work that morning after spending an amazing Christmas and weekend with Tom in Scotland. Tom hadn't done a runner. In fact, he stayed with Stuart for the rest of his time there and they flew back home together on Tom's mate's plane, which led to an awesome encore of the rest of the weekend with them joining the Mile High Club. There really was something to be said about sex on a private jet. It was hot, it was quick, and it was possessive. Stuart's throat and chest were covered in hickies, which is why he had gone for a thicker tie that morning. In fact, it was one of Tom's ties and Tom's shirt and trousers because Stuart spent the night at his place when they didn't want to waste time picking up clothes at Stuart's. The plane sex had them horny and ready for another round, this time in Tom's hot tub.

Stuart was knackered.


He rubbed a hand over his face and peeled the lid off his cup of coffee. They had an appointment with an insurance broker in an hour to interview him about their latest case. The guy wouldn't see them any earlier, and they were giving him the benefit of the doubt at first, while having background checks run on him back at the CID. He was there in body, his gloves set on the table beside him so he could hold the coffee securely, but his mind was well back with Tom. It was miraculous that Stuart wasn't walking around in a perpetual state of erect and ready. "Is it five pm yet?" he asked huskily, his throat a little rough that morning after the sheer amount of oral sex in the last three days.

Gee was practically face down at her desk, hands cupped around her cup of tea as she all but had her nose stuck in it while she breathed in the steam to try and clear her nose. She felt like shit. In fact, she was sure she looked how Stuart felt, because she could just tell he was knackered. Only in the suit's expensive get up he wasn't exactly projecting that image. Her hair was only just managing to stay tied back, her usual professional appearance going out the window in favour of comfortable clothes. Or as comfortable as she could get away with. She wore a dark sweater top instead of a shirt, the sleeves pulled up in an effort to keep away the perpetual chill she'd been experiencing since she woke up. Not even the hot shower taking it away.

And her mind was far from on the job, either. It was back in Matt's apartment with a certain Irishman who had been kind enough to share his germs with her. She groaned, lifting her head to blow her nose as the steam started to do it's job. "Fucking hope so. Think they'd notice if we just sat here all day? I can't move. It hurts too much."

"My arse hurts," was Stuart's offered answer. And it did. He wasn't complaining, though. Just stating a fact. There had maybe just been a slight hint of overdoing it, but they were in the post-casual honeymoon phase where they realised it's pretty fucking awesome to be naked and fucking as much as humanly possible without instigating a hernia or a stroke. He was sitting forward awkwardly on his chair to try and take the pressure off and one of those donut pillows was looking appealing about now. He sipped his coffee again, waiting for the caffeine to kick in and do it's job. If this didn't work, he was cracking into the Red Bull. "Cannae. Gotta interview that bastard. He's hiding something. He either tells us or we find it anyway."

"Poor baby. I'd kiss it better, but that's not in my job description anymore," Gee replied. She didn't quite have an inflatable ring, but she did pull out one of the cushions she had shoved behind her to try and stop her back from aching. She tossed it across the desk, only just managing to miss Stuart's head and his coffee. Her eyelids were feeling heavy, and she fought not to let them fall shut. She couldn't afford to have any days off sick, so she had to come into work. Only now she was deeply regretting it. "If I sneeze all over him, do you think he'll spill? I could shove my dirty tissues in his mouth..."

Stuart didn't even protest the pillow. He stiffly shifted to the side and shoved it under his butt with a small sigh of relief. It was comforting, though, to know Tom was somewhere in London in much the same state. The lucky bastard probably had a leather Amarni cushion with in-built massager or similar, though. "I dinnae care, just don't put them anywhere near me." He pointedly picked up a small bottle of antiseptic spray and squirted it in her direction. "Are you regretting the fuck yet? You never said how Devlin took the news."

Gee just raised her middle finger at him, the closest she was getting to tell him to fuck off for spraying antiseptic at her. "No, I don't. And he... shut down. He was angry it was Euan because apparently he's practically the blonde's ex. And a manwhore. And slept with every woman in New York, so why would I let him near me? But then I told him I just wanted a fuck, and he just shut down, and said it was my business." She made a face, blinking slowly as she tried to focus on her partner. "I still don't regret it."

Stuart sniggered and licked some of the coffee foam off his lips. "All that, and you still dinnae regret it. I'm jumping in Devlin's boat for a wee bit. But I also know you still want the manwhore, and that Devlin isnae going to nose into your business if you dinnae want him there. You must have given an air of that or he probably would have pushed on. Do you really want the manwhore? I didnae realise he was that before."

Gee arched her eyebrow. "Well, what's your suit, then? You said it yourself he preferred casual, and didn't enjoy comittment. Why's the Irish arse any different? And I think sleeping with every single female in New York City has to be an exaggeration. I'd like to have sex with him again. I don't think there's a crime in that... I'm just not stupid enough to believe he'll instantly change his ways for me. I'm not even asking him to." She rubbed at her face and slumped back in her chair. "It's not that I don't want Matt sticking his nose in... It's nice knowing he's protective of me. I'm just... It was fucking great sex."

"I didnae nearly get raped by a bloke in the past," Stuart pointed out in a hushed voice so only she could hear. He covered the leaning forward to make it look like he was reaching for her pen. "If you want to have sex with him again, maybe he has a string of lassies back home that do, too? You said yourself, he used to bed his partner. You know Devlin, he's all bulldog on the job but personal life is a different story. He isnae going to go out of his way to play cupid for you. He cannae even track his own love life onto an easy course. One of the dinner ladies in the caf wants to set him up with her granddaughter. Says he has nice hair and manners," he said with a smirk.

Gee tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears as she avoided his gaze for a moment. "Well, no denying there would be. A woman would be crazy not to fuck him again. I just... I know you told me I shouldn't be down on myself, but what would make him like me above them? Seriously, Stuart? He knows about... He told me I was being a prick tease, so I had to set him straight. What's wrong with just enjoying something while I have a chance?" Gee made a face. "I've seen her granddaughter. That's just nasty."

Stuart had to give a helpless shrug. "I dinnae know. Maybe nothing. Some blokes are just male sluts, and like it. You might just be another notch. Which is probably why Devlin got shitty. He wouldnae want you hurt. You know how he gets. But once he realised you seemed happy to be a notch, he backed off. Doesnae mean he's happy about, just means he's not going to try and tell you what to do when it's nay his business. The enjoying something while you have the chance means it's inevitably going to end. That's what you have to decide how you feel about before you do it again. Sex one time is all well and good, when it turns into a second or third, it gets complicated if you arenae on the same page."

Gee rubbed her fingers against her temple. "My brain's clogged with mucus, all this thinking makes it hurt. I just... Fuck. I'm not good at being a notch! Okay? I'm not. I've been one, and I can deal with it, but sometimes I'm just not good at it. And fuck, I want to be well enough to shag his bloody brains out because you should have seen his cock, Stu. And felt it. It was like a fucking revelation. I think I had an epiphany while I orgasmed, and touched Valhalla."

Stuart dropped his hand down onto the desk. "And what was I? Toe fungus?" he asked, slightly offended at her description and unable to stop getting a bit stroppy about it. He was a male afterall. If he didn't have at least a bit of an ego, he'd be lacking testosterone, and the weekend told he definitely wasn't lacking anything in that department.

Gee sighed. "You weren't toe fungus! You were amazing, too. And I'm glad we shagged, but this was different. Just like shagging Tom isn't the same as shagging me. It's better with Tom, isn't it? Like there's a real connection. A connection that's just yours. Our connection... It's like... It's partners with benefits."

Stuart raised an eyebrow at her. "I thought the manwhore was just a random fuck?" he asked, tilting his head as he analysed her. "You dinnae feel a connection with a one night stand."

Gee hid her face as she groaned. "He was sick! It's just the mucus talking. I'm not saying anything until I speak to a lawyer."

"What's his mucus got to do with how you feel about it all?" Maybe Stuart's brains had been fucked into oblivion, but he suddenly wasn't following her at all. "I dinnae get it."

"Nothing. It has nothing to do with anything! I'm just dribbling shit, so forget it. There wasn't any connection. I imagined it. It was a one night thing." She picked up her tea to have a sip, her nose scrunching up slightly as she tasted how luke warm it had become. "How was your flight?"

Stuart stared at the beige top of his coffee. "It was fine," he returned and puffed his cheeks out with a breath, exhaling slowly after a moment. "Now I know how Devlin felt. Maybe he's right. It is your business. I was just trying to help. You're awfully standoffish when you want to be."

Gee looked over at him, her face falling. "What does that mean? And I want your help... I do."

"You may as well have just said 'Shut up, piss off, I'm nay talking about it, get lost'. I'm nay gonna keep pushing if you tell me to forget it about it. So here, this is me forgetting about it." Stuart pushed the half drunk coffee away now it was starting to taste crap and pulled the case file towards him. His stomach was doing that churning thing again, too. This sucked. Why couldn't he be home in bed with Tom?

"I feel stupid," Gee finally admitted. "I feel like I'm building it up, and I like a manwhore when I shouldn't, because I know what he's about. But it... I'm sure it wasn't just sex. I can't even tell you how it was different, it just was. There weren't any inhibitions... No limits. Even when he had a cold. He sneezed on my tits, and I still wanted him."

Stuart rested his chin in his hand and pressed his lips together. "But you dinnae really know him. Do you know anything about him, anything he told you? There isnae going to be any inhibitions. He's a manwhore, sex is probably part of his staple diet. What if it was more than sex for you, but you're just another notch for him?"

"That's why I didn't want to say it," Gee almost whispered. She stared down at her tea, and sighed. "He hates London. She brought him here. He's a detective. Which we knew. Um, he's... Irish. Lots of tattoos. He doesn't like telling people he feels like crap, but he told me and then swore me to secrecy." She pointed at Stuart. "So I didn't tell you. Partner cone of silence. He told me to take vitamins so I wouldn't get sick."

Stuart listened, and wasn't going to pass any judgement. He really did just want to help her. "Why him?" he asked her, trying to get her to think about it in a full circle. She could give him the basic facts, but trying to sort the feelings was a whole different story. Stuart knew, because he had spent the last week with his head in a spin about Tom and committment issues.

Gee picked up a tissue and blew her nose forcefully before she discarded it in the bin, and picked up the hand sanitiser before Stuart sprayed her again. "Why him?" she repeated, sitting back as she settled to think about it. "I... He's good looking. He's rough. He's Irish. He's got tattoos. He's everything I'm not... Opposites attract, right? He's funny, he's smart... He just says what he wants. He's honest."

"He lives in New York..." Stuart had to add to her list softly, watching her for her reaction.

"He lives in New York," she repeated. Gee wet her lips and really wanted to sigh, but she was sure she wouldn't be able to do it without blowing a snot bubble. "This sucks."

Stuart looked over her face sympathetically. "And there I thought nearly hurling on a hot lawyer was complicated," he murmured. "Maybe you should just go and talk to him? What have you got to lose, really? At the least, you get another fuck. At the most, well... who knows. He might be one of those sorts of blokes who plays his cards close to his chest, but at the end of the day, does whatever the fuck he likes. I think you at least need to get to know him a wee bit better so you can be sure you arenae just fantasising a personality onto him because it was awesome sex."

"No, that's just foreplay," Gee joked. "And you're right. And logical. And everything I'm not being right now. I still blame the cold because I can never think when I have one. I just want to curl up and suffer in my own corner. Hide from the world. I feel like such an idiot, Stuart."

Stuart scrunched his nose up. "Why are you even here, anyway? Is one sick day really going to kill you? Hell, I'll pay you for the day off. Keep your germs confined to your apartment." He looked forlornly at his coffee, as if he could somehow will it back to hot and tasting nice. He gave it a bit of a swirl, but it just sloshed uninvitingly against the side of the cardboard cup. "Why do you feel like an idiot? You said the bloke was hot? How is that idiotic? You acted like a gay guy," he added with a smirk. "First sign of Fag Hagness, you know."

Gee waved him off. "You don't have to pay me. But you don't look like you can get through today on your own, either. Two of us at half power might still be better than one. Unless you really don't want me around." She watched him, then smirked back. "Funny you should say that since I was thinking about gay guys while I was trying to hit on him. I kept wondering how they could do it, but I couldn't. Then I did. So, what do you think? Will you have me as your Fag Hag and partner? Think Tom will mind?"

Stuart looked at her tiredly, taking a long time to blink as he let the lethargy just wash over him for a few moments. "He fucked all my adrenaline out of me. I fucked all his out of him. I lost count how many times we did it these past few days. Twice on the plane alone, and it was only just over an hour flight. Then last night in the hot tub and again this morning when we woke up, and then in the shower. I had to carefully tuck my dick into my boxers this morning because it was so sensitive. And make sure it was a little to the left so the seam doesnae rub on it. My butt hurts, I'm scared when the time comes to need a crap. But above all that, I just really want to be home to fuck him all over again. I'm mental. I'm a complete nutcase." He rubbed a hand over his face to try and wake himself up. "How did it feel to just not think and just fuck? It isnae too bad if you find a good lay. I think Tom is in desperate need of a good fag hag."

Gee couldn't help but smile a little even if Stuart's arse pain wasn't supposed to be a funny thing. "Lucky you, Evans. At least one of us is getting something right. I shouldn't be jealous of a gay man, but I am. I wish my arse was the only thing hurting, and not my whole fucking body. You two should make a porno. I bet it'd be hot." She raised her eyebrows. "And you're not a nutcase. You're in lust. Have you called him this morning? And it felt great... Really, really great. Why do you think he needs one so badly?"

Stuart's eyebrows rose just a little with interest at the suggestion of a porno. That wasn't supposed to make him horny at just the thought. But he soon looked a little sheepish. "Twice, and he's called once. We were gonna go out to dinner tonight, but I couldnae be bothered. Getting pizza at his place instead." His mobile phone buzzed then with a message, so he picked it up and discovered Tom had sent him a picture message of his cock. Stuart couldn't help it, he immediately flushed red and fumbled to get the picture off the screen, before he stopped and got a stupid grin on his face, staring off at the wall for a few moments. He blinked. "Um, what? Oh, aye. You need to fuck the Irish cock again to make sure it wasnae a fluke and he needs one because sometimes you just need a chick's opinion." He cleared his throat and shifted on the seat.

Gee had been watching her partner closely, and if it wasn't for the fact she might break into a coughing fit, she would have been laughing. "You're cute when you're embarrassed. Does your dick blush, too? I don't think he's going to find me attractive when I'm all germed up like this, and he's still dying himself. He was passed out cold when I saw Devlin." She shrugged, and tried to finish off her tea without dribbling it down her front. "Alright, well, you introduce me to the suit, and I'll consider being his hag. Meantime, you're stuck with me."

"I'm nay cute!" Stuart protested, trying to fight the urge to look at the picture on his phone again, but he knew it would just give him a raging boner with no avenue for relief until work was over for the day. "So dinnae go to fuck, go to talk to him. Take him soup, or... I dunno, chocolate? Personally, I prefer treacle toffee, but to each his own. Hey, I could be stuck with someone like the dinner lady's daughter. I think I lucked out pretty well," he told her, smirking.

Gee's nose crinkled a little. "Isn't lucked out a bad thing? It means you haven't got anymore luck, and you've hit bottom! But I'll take the compliment how you mean it. So thank you. And seriously... just ew to the dinner lady's daughter. Matt better make things with that blonde official so he doesn't get anymore horror fix-ups." She pressed her lips together briefly. "Chocolate... I can do chocolate. Or something. I'll figure it out. Talking's good, too. Talking is... talking."

Stuart pointed at her. "You're making my head hurt not making sense." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb to the door. "I'm going to pee. Really pee, for proper. Want me to take photographic evidence? Just one pee only," he teased. "Then we've gotta go, so dinnae die on me while I'm taking a singular pee."

Gee gave him a salute, but stayed put in her chair. She'd move when he got back. Maybe. Was it possible to have Man Flu when you were a woman? "Enjoy the singular pee, partner. And as much as I'd love photographic evidence of your dick, I don't want the pee."

Stuart smirked and stood up. He picked his cell phone up and brought the message up on the screen. He placed the phone in her hands with a triumphant and slightly smug grin, before walking out of the command room realising he might actually need the bathroom for more than a pee after seeing that image again.

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