[NSFW] musesandlyrics | 5.8. Marquis De Sade quote
5.8. "Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other."
Marquis De Sade
Co-written with seeuincourt
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Tom had gotten extremely good at pushing his nerves aside over the years. It didn't do well to be a lawyer who looked as if he was about to shit his pants. And professionally, he'd never had much to be nervous about. He knew his job inside and out. Romantically, he'd never had much cause to be nervous, either. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. It was about pleasure, and indulgence.
Until now.
Now it was pleasure, indulgence, and... love. It made him nervous even if he knew Stuart would never do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. The Scot copper wasn't to blame for Tom falling for him. Tom's best friend, Ethan, had scored them a table at The Ivy just like he'd promised, and Tom was already making proper use of the table cloth just like he'd promised. He might have been nervous, but he was also addicted to Stuart's cock, and getting his hand inside the detective's trousers was still the first thing on his mind. He'd almost sighed in relief at having the other man's cock back in his hand.
Tom had kept his voice low, tilting his head so they looked more like a couple in conversation, than a couple where one of them was getting a handjob under the table. He kept the conversation relatively light, not yet broaching the cruise, or the dinner plans. Not until he had gotten Stuart off. He watched Stuart battle to keep his climax from being obvious, and leaned in to suck on his neck as he used a serviette to clean off the detective's cock, then his hand. Tom zipped him back up, and smirked at him. He had a raging erection all of his own, but was happy to just sit there for the moment. "Feel better, love?"
Stuart's heart was racing and he had to let out a heavy breath in an attempt to get control of it again. He could feel that his face was flushed, but if anyone asked, he would just offer that he was in the tail end of the flu and was perfectly fine. Which he mostly was. He had a doctor's appointment that afternoon just to make sure, and also see about the end of the antibiotics which he was going to be glad to see the back of. The past few days for him had been fucked, and he had spent a lot of them in a bad mood. Tom's email made him smile, and that was even before he caught how it was signed. Once he caught how it was signed, his stomach had leapt up into his throat and he had glanced around furtively as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Then the weird uncertainty started to set in, wondering if he should say something at lunch or if it had just been a reflexive way to sign something on Tom's part. Either way, lunch was welcomed and he had been looking forward to it after his busy morning locked in an interrogation room playing bad cop to Gee's good cop with a bastard who wasn't going to talk short of them using a torture device on him. It took a lot of energy to keep up the bad cop routine when your brain wasn't functioning at full capacity.
He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded, shooting Tom a smirk. "Couldnae be better," he returned breathlessly, loosening the grip had had on the menu now that he could concentrate on reading it and not using it as a prop to cover what they were really up to under the table. "This is a... good lunch choice." It had nothing to do with the food, though, and more the ability of the tablecloths to conceal.
"It's a favourite spot of mine, I must admit. Ethan was able to secure us a table. He knows me far too well." Tom licked his own lips, the smirk blossoming into a smile. "But then he would. I've known him since school. Our father's were friends. He's the closest thing I have to a brother. I don't even mind that he's straight. He got married on Christmas Eve to a woman that he's very lucky to have."
Stuart looked around before his eyes were back on Tom's face. "I've never been here, but I've heard about it. Of course I have, it's The Ivy. Just always figured it was out of my league considering I live on kebabs and Chinese takeaway." He had to laugh a little. "I didnae even realise you had a best friend. I feel like I've totally skipped over an important part of you. I didnae even realise you were at a wedding on Christmas Eve, not that we were... you know, dating then or anything. Since kids is huge. Was he the one with the plane?"
Tom cleared his throat. "It's my fault. I should have volunteered the information, but I guess I wasn't used to sharing my life with someone. I want to. I want to share all the details with you," he replied, holding Stuart's gaze to show him he was serious. "Ethan Williamson. He owns a Pharmeceuticals company, and is filthy rich. He's not ashamed of it, either. We're quite similar in a lot of ways. He was a man tart just as I was, only girls were his particular poison. There was one time in a gym shower, but that's a story for another time." Tom rest his hand on Stuart's leg. "He's the one with the plane, and I'm sorry I never mentioned the wedding. I was the Best Man. It was a wonderful night. Part of me wishes you could have seen it, but as you said... we were not dating then. I'm in trouble for not calling him lately. I made up for it by telling him all about you. He wants to meet you."
Stuart noded slowly. "I know of him. The name has probably come up in passing. You tend to get to know the big names in the city in my job because it's all a big interconnecting network. Especially the high flyers." He put his hand over Tom's on his thigh and gave it a small squeeze. "It's okay. I understand, I really do. I figured... hoped... you would talk to me about your life when you were ready. Nay sense pushing it if you werenae ready. Plus, we've been ill. Wasnae a whole heap of talking going on at that point, just some important things we covered, which I'm glad we did. You braved meeting my family, so it's only fair you turf me into the spotlight with yours. I'll try not to shit myself in the process," he joked.
Tom smiled in relief, letting out a deep breath that he hadn't actually realised he'd been holding. At least one topic that had been concerning him had been covered. "He's, ah... Well, he's nothing to be scared of. Neither is his wife. She's been his calming influence. Someone he can cling to when he's stressed, someone that will ease the burden. She's also a lot of fun. Definitely his match. They'd also like to extend the invitation to Gee, and her Irish cock. If she wants to bring him. You'll have a friend, and you won't be the only one that's in the spotlight again."
Stuart went to say something, but he floundered a little and closed his mouth, pressing his lips together as his brain tried to visit all the possible disasters that might come from a dinner like that in a disjointed attempt to try and be prepared for it. Then there was the subject that Gee's Irish cock might not want to come because it could be like a date, or if he was up to it. He realised Tom would be waiting for his answer and shot him a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Overactive brain function." He took a sip of his water and then set the glass back down again. "When's the dinner planned for? Because I was, um... I needed to talk to you about something."
Tom had been watching Stuart, and he would be lying if he didn't admit to definitely feeling nervous when there was no immediate answer. "It's okay," he assured Stuart, even if he was wondering if it really was okay. "She doesn't have to bring him. She doesn't even have to come if you'd prefer. Overactive brain function is fine." Tom raised an eyebrow slightly. "There was no time set, but we can arrange one. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I'll ask her," Stuart assured him with a smile. "It's not like anything more disastrous can happen, aye? The guy already landed in hospital with pneumonia." He took Tom's hand across the table, playing with his fingers as he watched their hands linked together. "I know the last few days I've been busy and telling you work and stuff has sucked, which it has. But that wasnae the entire reason I was making myself unavailable. I was in a strange mood and didnae want to drag you down with it. My pal back home, my ex partner, actually, he, um, he was killed at the beginning of the week. On duty. He was trying to take a guy down and the guy shot him close range in the shoulder. The bullet... it went through, got him in the neck. They couldnae save him. We werenae close, close pals, but he was a good friend, we were partners for awhile before I got promoted. I was telling myself I couldnae get the time off for the funeral and stuff, but I think I should go. And I just... I was wondering if you'd come with me."
Tom laughed a little, and leaned in to brush a kiss to Stuart's cheek. "I feel sorry for the guy, but if she's really how you describe her, he might not get a choice if she thinks it's a good idea. It has to be shitty coming here and getting sick." His attention was Stuart alone as the detective spoke, his eyebrows drawing together with concern. "Shit... I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry. But you could have told me. Talked to me about it. Of course I'll go with you. When is it?"
Stuart nodded with a small, wry smile. "I did know that. I did. Both nights, I nearly just showed up on your doorstep when I thought myself into circles. I dinnae know why I didnae. Just insecurities, I guess. It's hard to completely get rid of them overnight. Things were great, even though I know we were sick. I was just thinking, bloody hell, why couldnae things just be smooth? Like drama and death isnae really something anyone wants to be dealing with when you just want to think about lots of fucking and being together. I was an idiot. But if it's any consolation, I havenae even told Gee, either. Just told her I was still feelin' a bit crap, so she didnae quiz me. It's on Monday morning. I thought I'd just fly up the night before and fly back after it. Just take the one day off."
Tom nodded. "Want me to ask Ethan for his jet, again? He won't mind. We can make the dinner for the next weekend if that's enough time. I don't think you'll be wanting to deal with it so soon." Tom gave Stuart's hand a squeeze. "I've missed you. Not really been the same without you in my bed. I, erm... I really would like you there again. More... permenently. I know we haven't even been on the cruise, which is something else I have to talk to you about, but I, erm..." Tom huffed out a chuckle as he scratched at the back of his neck. "Thomas Hunt flustered... Who'd have thought? Anyway, I just... Live with me."
If Stuart hadn't been firmly against the table and hanging onto Tom's hand, he probably would have fallen off the seat in shock. In fact, initially, his mouth just dropped open and he gaped for a few moments, wondering if he had heard right or was maybe knocked in the back of the head by a waiter and now dreaming in some unconscious oblivion. But he soon laughed too, even if he came out a little like a breathy cough of disbelief. "You- me- you want-" he stammered at first and then wet his lips as he laughed again. "You want me to live with you? At your place? With you? Are you sure? Are you... are you really sure? Because I... uh... I missed you too. A lot. My place just felt weird when I went back. It wasnae really so much feeling like home as it was. I just didnae want you to worry I was being, I dinnae know, clingy?"
"You couldn't be clingy. And if you were, I'm sure I'd find a way to fuck you from a slight distance." Tom frowned a little, still not sure if Stuart's laughter was something to be worried about. "I'm not so oblivious as to not realise when I need to hang onto a good thing. Ethan helped me come to some realisations, and I would like to avoid any love smacks from him. Especially when I really did hit him hard over Sophie. You can bring your things to my place, I'll make room in the closet, or we'll just get it extended. I don't even care if you want to change the bed covers. We both work hard, we both work long hours. I would just rather we could already come home to each other than fuck about with schedules."
Stuart raised his eyebrows. "Love smack? Should I even ask?" he asked in amusement. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, still looking at Tom as if a tiny part of him was about to laugh and say 'Gotcha!' But they had come to know each other quite well, and he could see in Tom's eyes this wasn't a joke, and that it was a really massive thing for him to have admitted to himself, let alone bite the bullet and ask the question. Practically, Tom's home was a little further from Stuart's work than his apartment was now, but he didn't care. He really didn't care, and it wasn't like he wasn't used to a bit of a commute from when he worked in Edinburgh. The thought of spending the nights together after the busy days really was appealling. He nodded, smiling. "Aye, okay. I'll come live with you," he agreed.
"I gave him a rather hard tap to the head for being such an idiot," Tom smirked. His gaze was still on Stuart, and he tried to wait as patiently as he could, but his leg bounced under the table. And then came Stuart's answer, and there was a beat before Tom's lips formed a huge smile. "Yeah? You're really going to come and live with me?" Tom started to laugh with joy, and picked up his water to take a large sip. "Shit, I need to call Ethan, but that can wait. He has a fuck date with the wife. He was worried I'd wind up eloping on the cruise."
Stuart laughed, leaning back a little in his seat. "You belt him in the face for something to do with his wife? I take it he was being a wanker and you needed to knock some sense into him? Or more importantly, am I going to come home one day to you with a black eye when he's returned the favour?" he asked. He sat forward again and pressed a brief kiss to Tom's lips, glad the tables were cosy as well as adorned in long tablecloths. "Aye, I'll come. I realise it's quick and we'll probably still need time to find our feet with each other, but you're right. Work can be a bitch and it's unpredictable. We're both adults, I dinnae see how there's anything wrong with wanting to be together when we can. There willnae need to be any closet extensions, though. I dinnae have all that much stuff. I left a lot of it in Scotland. Elope? Fuck, if we did that, I think Gee would kill me. My family would kill me. My Ma' would have me hung, drawn and quartered."
Tom nodded, chuckling. "That's exactly it. He was being a thick bastard, and denying the fact that Soph's his One. He fought so hard to convince her to even go out with him, then when things were going well, he had cold feet. He started to wonder if he could do the love thing. Like I said, he's a lot like me. So rest assured he will most definitely smack me in return without hesitation if he thinks I'm being a twat." Tom licked his lips in the wake of the kiss, and grinned. "Come, hm? Once not enough at lunch? I apologise in advance if I'm annoying to live with. I'm thinking it'll be different when I'm not comatose from Man Flu. I just hope we'll find our feet okay. We'll have to get you some more stuff, then. I don't want you to feel as if you cannot add things to the place. It's your home now." Tom was still grinning, and leaned forward to kiss Stuart. "My parents would have a heart attack, too. So believe me, eloping is not on the agenda. I have no wish to incur the wrath of your family. This is also the part where I add that Ethan and Sophie have offered to join us on the cruise, at opposite ends of the ship so that Ethan can be there to smack me if I need it."
Stuart was still laughing a little as he listened to Tom talk about his mate. It was amusing, sure, but Stuart realised now how much of a comfort it was to hear Tom talk about his family and friends, like making there wasn't such a huge cavern between them. Tom was the hot shot super sexy successful lawyer with more money than Stuart would probably earn in a lifetime, but there was this other side of him that Stuart hadn't completely realised existed and even though he was crapping himself about being invited into that side of Tom's life, he was relieved to be at the same time. He took advantage of the close proximity when Tom leaned in and under the table, had his fly unzipped and his fingers claiming his cock, while above the table, Stuart shot him a sweet, innocent smile. It was good to play good cop for a change. "Yes, come," he agreed with a small nod as the tips of his fingers pressed against Tom's balls. "I offer the same apologies because I likely will be annoying. I hate mornings, I have messy days where I couldnae be arsed even rinsing my own dishes, and I can be a pain in the arse picky eater when I want to be. I also should stop these pills this afternoon if the doctor agrees, so you shouldnae need to put up with me hogging the bathroom trying to decide whether I'm going to puke or not." But he paused in both his words and his hands attentions to Tom's nether regions. "They want to come on the cruise?!"
Tom's jaw had tightened at the sudden attention to his balls, and he tried to smile sweetly back at Stuart, but Tom had never quite been able to keep his expressions innocent. He picked up his water instead, and took a sip as he tried to scan for a waiter. Thankfully they'd stayed well away from their table, clearly working out for themselves that Tom and Stuart were nowhere near deciding what to eat. He could feel himself relaxing at finally being able to talk about Ethan, and his most treasured friendship. Stuart already knew about his family, but he had yet to meet Tom's parents. As much as he loved them, Stuart meeting Ethan was slightly more important. He saw the change in Stuart's expression and slipped his hand under the table to curl his fingers around the detective's wrist, so he didn't move. "They won't interfere. They're newlyweds. Ethan's still discovering the joys of marriage sex, and can't pay attention to much else besides Sophie's breasts. They had a brief trip to Italy before she had to come back to work, so this would be another chance at a Honeymoon for them. Having said that, he won't come if you really don't want him to. I didn't ask. He offered. This isn't because I don't want to be alone with you. If I have my way, we're not going to be outside of the cabin much, anyway. I'll be worshipping your dick and arse twenty-four hours a day. I..." Tom's voice caught just as he tried to say three little words, and he closed his eyes briefly before looking at Stuart. "I love you. I'm scared I'm going to be a wanker, and Ethan is my backup. I didn't want to ask this of you, because I need you to trust me. So just tell me you don't want him there, and I'll make sure he gets the message."
Stuart sucked in a small breath before he could stop it. He had eased his grip on Tom's cock when he felt Tom touch his arm, knowing now that it was because Tom needed to say what he did without distractions. The email leapt back into his mind and a smile flickered on the corners of Stuart's lips when he remembered it. He had convinced himself it was just a typo on Tom's part, but now it didn't seem like it was. "If you want them to come, I dinnae mind. I really dinnae. I mean, I know in essence the cruise idea sounded like it was just for us, but we didnae really plan much either way, did we? If you want them there, it's fine. Just so long as I dinnae have to share you with them too much. I might be the youngest of four kids, but when it comes to men, I really dinnae like to share. Hence pulling out of the orgy. I might have ended up smashing anyone's face in the wall if they touched you." He searched Tom's eyes as his own heart started to pound in his chest and then lodge up somewhere near his throat. Last person who told him they loved him shat all over him in betrayal. His heart needed a mental nudge for him to take it and hand it over to someone else. "I love you," he soon added quietly.
"Good, otherwise regardless of my dick out, or not, I might have done a runner to save face. At least I didn't piss my pants." Tom smiled, biting his lip briefly as he tried to stop himself shouting in relief. He was going to kill Ethan for making him think about all this stuff, and turning his stomach and mind into a maelstrom of what ifs, but at least he wasn't alone. Stuart loved him, and Tom's heart thumped in his chest in celebration. "I need a fucking drink... I feel like I've just run a fucking marathon working up to that. I realise it's meant to be easy when it's time, but it's bloody not. It's scary." Tom released his grip on Stuart's arm, and raised his hand to cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. "I don't share, either. Only child and possessive as all fuck. You're mine now, Detective. I will definitely smash in the face of anyone who touches you. Ethan will get it. He'll stay away unless you need him to help beat some sense into me. Not that I'm planning on needing it. I'm not going to fuck this up... I hope."
Stuart smirked. "Well, if you did, it'd be my choice to make sure you had clean knickers, right? As the boyfriend and all," he teased, watching to see Tom's reaction. He pushed the wine menu in Tom's direction. "You pick. I'm a Scotsman, I cannae pick without looking at the price. I thought something was up with you. I was two seconds away from feeling your forehead for any fever relapse. But you're right, it's fucking scary and I've been driving myself mental over it, too. Just probably in a different way. Should I put him on speed dial in case you start getting a look in your eyes like you want to jump overboard? You arenae going to fuck it up. Isnae to say either of us might stumble our way through now and again, but it's fine. We'll probably argue some, maybe give each other the silent treatment, but then there is make up sex, which is fucking awesome."
"Is it? I've never broken up with someone, or fought with them to find out." Tom's face didn't really change at the boyfriend comment, he just looked back at Stuart and winked. "You get your hands back into my underwear, and you might have to go get some clean ones anyway. Boyfriend." Tom took the wine list, and spread his legs further apart to let the detective have his way if he so desired. "Hm... I'm thinking we should be celebrating, but just to be sure, are you allowed to indulge, or are you still on the clock? I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble with your bosses. I'll also give you Ethan's number anyway. For the times I jump overboard, and for anything else. He's now your friend."
"Prefer you in none," Stuart said lightly, cupping Tom with his hand again and then started to massage the clearly eager erection that hadn't waned despite them touching on some deep and meaningful stuff. He fucking loved Tom's cock, how it felt in his hand and knowing how well it just fit. "I can have one or two. I'm Scottish, hold my booze well, mostly. I'm still terrified about meeting him. I buy my jocks from Marks and Spencer, and you two probably have yours hand made by CK himself. You might cry when you actually see what my wardrobe has to offer," he laughed.
"Prefer me in none, too. And I think you should consider none if you really do buy them at Marks and Spencer. Or at least let me get you some new ones. They're not handmade, but they are very good. I'll try not to give you a makeover. I do like you just how you are." Tom resisted the urge to let his head fall back, and rest the tip of his tongue between his lips for a moment. He couldn't deny just how nice it was having his cock in Stuart's hand. Just as he loved having the detective's in his. His dick pulsed at the mere thought of Stuart's cock, and he flicked at his serviette as a distraction. "Are you a champagne kind of guy, or shall we celebrate with a decent whiskey? Surely you know your whiskeys? You don't need to be terrified of him, I promise."
Stuart ran his tongue slowly across his lips as he held Tom's gaze. His thumb and forefinger squeezed firmly around the base of Tom's cock and his other fingers massaged at his balls before pushing even lower and dangerously close to Tom's arse. Then he swept his hand up again to wrap around his hard cock, fingers working the tip expertly. "I probably know my Scotch better than you know champagne, love. My grandpa owned a brewery. Family still has it, it's just being run by someone else. Anything short of double malt, at least twenty years old, and I'm nay interested. But if you want champagne, who am I to argue?"
Tom gave a shake of his head as he bit back a groan. Stuart really did know how to work his hand. He also knew just how to get Tom almost melting in his chair. "Fuck the champagne," he said breathlessly. "We'll go with the Scotch. I'll make sure it's worthy of your interest. If there's anything worth paying for, it's that. The champagne can wait. Just like apparently the waiters can, unless you think we can order without being sprung."
Stuart's grip intensified, as did the rhythm of his stroking. He didn't actually want to get caught jerking Tom off in The Ivy. It wouldn't look good for his reputation as a detective. "I dinnae think they'll mind waiting just a wee bit longer, do you?" he murmured, resting his other elbow on the table. To anyone watching, it would just look like they were holding an intense conversation. The tables were discreetly distant from each other enough for any other diners to not be able to hear their conversation, just as they couldn't hear any of their neighbouring diners. "Do you know how much I love feeling your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock, watching you suck me off and hearing you moan in anticipation?" he purred, holding Tom's gaze.
Tom eased out a slow breath from his nostrils, his pupils dilated. "Are you trying to kill me? If it's anything like how much I love your gorgeous cock in my mouth, it's quite a fucking lot. You taste fucking amazing. How could I not moan in anticipation? Plus I love watching you come. And feeling it. Swallowing it..."
"Tonight, you and me, we're gonna make love," Stuart warned and pressed the pad of his thumb hard against the head of Tom's cock, feeling the wetness there and letting out a breath with a soft hiss of appreciation. He licked his lips, wishing he could crawl under the table and suck him off. He released his grip abruptly. "Feign an illness. I'm going to finish you off in the bathroom. I'll follow you there," he decided.
Tom grunted at the sudden loss of contact, his brain taking a long moment to catch up to what Stuart was telling him. "I... oh, right. Yes." He started to cough before rubbed at his stomach. "I'm really not feeling very well. I think that flu's relapsing." He reached down to try and get his trousers done back up, the wincing really only helping his case as his erection protested being covered up. "You'll have to excuse me, love. And just so you know, I have no problems with making love tonight."
Stuart waited until Tom got a few paces away, before shooting the approaching waiter an apologetic look. "Excuse us. He hasnae been feeling well all morning. Damn flu," he said, shoving his napkin onto the table and standing to follow in the direction Tom disappeared. The waiter had returned a sympathetic smile and nod of understanding. This was a piece if piss. He made it to the bathrooms and nudged the door closed behind him, finding Tom standing there smirking at him. He strode up to his lover and claimed his lips in a heated kiss, pushing him backwards into the closest stall and elbowing it closed behind them, not breaking the kiss. One hand was already working Tom's zipper open and he only released the kiss to drop to his knees and swallow Tom's cock in one smooth motion, taking him completely without hesitation.
This time Tom indulged himself with a loud groan, hands going to Stuart's head as his fingers pushed into his hair. He looked down his body to watch his now boyfriend take him whole, his breath quickening into pants. "Fuck..." he moaned. "You got no idea just how much I love you right now." The words had made it past his lips for a second time, and Tom hadn't burst into flames, and the sky hadn't fallen. He bit down on his lip to stop himself thrusting forward, letting Stuart just work his magic. He really did have a fucking amazing tongue, and mouth.
If he didn't have his mouth full, Stuart would be groaning himself. Instead, the sound falling from Tom's lips just spurred him on, and he could feel his own arousal renewing in his pants. He took Tom as deeply as he could, keeping a tight ring of pressure with his lips, but keeping the motions quick and purposeful. He knew they were at risk of getting caught and that was even more of a thrill. He might be a copper, but he was also a bloke who loved a good hard fuck whenever he could get it. This was just like an entree, but the same rules applied. For some reason, it just felt different now. Better. They had confirmed their feelings with each other and now there was no holding back, and Stuart had no intentions of holding back. He clawed down Tom's trousers just a little further to expose his arse, and then let his nails sink possessively into the hard flesh of his cheeks. He paused in his talented sucking just long enough to slip two fingers into his mouth to wet them thoroughly, looking up at Tom's face and meeting his eyes, his owning holding a cheeky glean in them. Drawing his cock slowly back into his mouth, he made sure he held Tom's gaze as he reached around behind him, letting the soaked fingers slide in between his arse cheeks, but there was no pause and he continued to his destination, letting his forefinger ease into Tom's hole as he once again swallowed his cock deeply.
Tom was growling in response to Stuart digging his fingernails in, more than willing to get claimed by the Scot copper. He didn't care if he had bruises and marks all over his body so long as they were Stuart's. As his finger slid into his arse though, Tom cursed again, and couldn't stop from thrusting forward. He moved one of his hands to grip Stuart's shoulder, forcing himself to try and stay still. Being caught wasn't exactly at the forefront of his mind, but then Tom really didn't have a problem with it. If it happened, it happened, and whoever had the misfortune of catching them would just have to watch the show, because nothing was going to interrupt this moment. He was already dangerously close to climax, his butt cheeks clenching in warning as he felt his gut tighten. He tried to give Stuart warning, but only a grunt came out as his gaze stayed locked with him.
Stuart had quickly learnt the warning signs by now, and also didn't mind the thrusting. He had a firm enough grip on Tom's arse with his other hand to prevent any unwanted asphyxiation by cock, not that death in that way would be bad at all. He was pretty sure the taste of Tom's cock was going to put anything on the fancy menu to shame. It sucked they both had to go back to work after this, too. Stuart would need to put in some long hours now he was going to take Monday off for the funeral. He made a soft noise that was a cross between a hum and a growl, the sound enough to send a sensation through Tom's cock right when he was teetering on the edge of climax. Stuart pushed a second finger into Tom's arse beside the second, fucking him fast with his fingers in a mirror of what he really wanted to be doing with his cock. He could taste the hints of climax on his tongue, Tom's cock weeping in response to the attentions. Stuart was ready for anything Tom had to offer, and his own cock twitched in his pants in response.
Tom could all too easily imagine Stuart's cock inside of him rather than his fingers, and he clenched his teeth to bite back a groan, trying to keep as quiet as he could. He wanted to be able to reciprocate, needing to give Stuart more than just the handjob under the table from earlier. He gripped Stuart's hair tightly, his tongue resting between his lips as he panted through his nose, and then all bets were off as he came forcefully. Tom moaned loudly, managing to keep his eyes open and on Stuart's face as the orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his knees might give up on him, and his shoulders fell back against the wall. A trickle of perspiration ran down his back, and he huffed out a breath as he licked his lips. "Jesus fucking Christ on a dildo."
Stuart swallowed, licking his lips as he pulled back breathlessly, his fingers slipping from Tom's arse. He only had to take a few moments to regain his composure and then he pushed up off the tiles to seize Tom's lips in another hungry kiss, sharing his own taste with him and moaning into the kiss in response. He had Tom pushed up against the wall of the cubicle so he could thrust against his hip for some friction. His hand went back to Tom's arse, fingers teasing in the cleft again. "Fuck, you make my cock ache," he growled, biting down on Tom's lower lip before picking up the kiss again.
Tom reached behind Stuart to grab at his arse, pulling him tighther against him to aide in the friction. He growled into the kiss, his other hand dropping between them to get Stuart's trousers undone. They were going to make love later, so who the fuck needed to go slow right now? His fingers closed around Stuart's hard cock, and he gave it a tug as his tongue surged against the detective's. As he broke the kiss, his teeth caught Stuart's bottom lip and he bit down softly. "If I hadn't just come like a fucking freight train, I'd be saying the same thing. I think you need to be sticking your aching cock up my arse, love. Let me feel it."
Stuart cursed hoarsely against Tom's mouth at the words and his cock felt like it was burning in anticipation. He gave the slightest of nods, his brain not even letting itself stop on the fact he was about to fuck Tom in the bathroom of a very prestigious restaurant. It was just a balance between stopping the kiss and knowing he had to take Tom from behind. The kisses were heated and possessive, it felt like he couldn't get enough. Gee had been right, it was claiming, and even moreso now. Like they were in some way sealing the deal on the confessions they had just admitted. He thrust his hips forward reflexively into Tom's hand with a moan. He reluctantly pulled from the kiss with another soft expletive, moving so Tom could brace himself against the wall. There definitely wasn't going to be anything slow about this, he felt like he was going to explode. His cock pressed up against Tom's bare arse and he pressed a trail of kisses over his upper back and shoulder blades. "I love you. I love every fucking inch of you," he hissed against his ear.
Tom moaned, his eyes slipping closed briefly now he was facing the wall. His whole body was on fire, and if they had been back at his place, he would be fucking Stuart repeatedly after this. He reached behind him to grab at him, turning his head to look at Stuart from the corner of his eye. "Me too. You have no fucking idea..." He really had fallen hard, and Tom didn't feel like apologising. He'd never been with anyone that consumed him as much as the Scot did. "Fuck me, I'm yours."
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Marquis De Sade
Co-written with seeuincourt
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Tom had gotten extremely good at pushing his nerves aside over the years. It didn't do well to be a lawyer who looked as if he was about to shit his pants. And professionally, he'd never had much to be nervous about. He knew his job inside and out. Romantically, he'd never had much cause to be nervous, either. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. It was about pleasure, and indulgence.
Until now.
Now it was pleasure, indulgence, and... love. It made him nervous even if he knew Stuart would never do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. The Scot copper wasn't to blame for Tom falling for him. Tom's best friend, Ethan, had scored them a table at The Ivy just like he'd promised, and Tom was already making proper use of the table cloth just like he'd promised. He might have been nervous, but he was also addicted to Stuart's cock, and getting his hand inside the detective's trousers was still the first thing on his mind. He'd almost sighed in relief at having the other man's cock back in his hand.
Tom had kept his voice low, tilting his head so they looked more like a couple in conversation, than a couple where one of them was getting a handjob under the table. He kept the conversation relatively light, not yet broaching the cruise, or the dinner plans. Not until he had gotten Stuart off. He watched Stuart battle to keep his climax from being obvious, and leaned in to suck on his neck as he used a serviette to clean off the detective's cock, then his hand. Tom zipped him back up, and smirked at him. He had a raging erection all of his own, but was happy to just sit there for the moment. "Feel better, love?"
Stuart's heart was racing and he had to let out a heavy breath in an attempt to get control of it again. He could feel that his face was flushed, but if anyone asked, he would just offer that he was in the tail end of the flu and was perfectly fine. Which he mostly was. He had a doctor's appointment that afternoon just to make sure, and also see about the end of the antibiotics which he was going to be glad to see the back of. The past few days for him had been fucked, and he had spent a lot of them in a bad mood. Tom's email made him smile, and that was even before he caught how it was signed. Once he caught how it was signed, his stomach had leapt up into his throat and he had glanced around furtively as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Then the weird uncertainty started to set in, wondering if he should say something at lunch or if it had just been a reflexive way to sign something on Tom's part. Either way, lunch was welcomed and he had been looking forward to it after his busy morning locked in an interrogation room playing bad cop to Gee's good cop with a bastard who wasn't going to talk short of them using a torture device on him. It took a lot of energy to keep up the bad cop routine when your brain wasn't functioning at full capacity.
He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded, shooting Tom a smirk. "Couldnae be better," he returned breathlessly, loosening the grip had had on the menu now that he could concentrate on reading it and not using it as a prop to cover what they were really up to under the table. "This is a... good lunch choice." It had nothing to do with the food, though, and more the ability of the tablecloths to conceal.
"It's a favourite spot of mine, I must admit. Ethan was able to secure us a table. He knows me far too well." Tom licked his own lips, the smirk blossoming into a smile. "But then he would. I've known him since school. Our father's were friends. He's the closest thing I have to a brother. I don't even mind that he's straight. He got married on Christmas Eve to a woman that he's very lucky to have."
Stuart looked around before his eyes were back on Tom's face. "I've never been here, but I've heard about it. Of course I have, it's The Ivy. Just always figured it was out of my league considering I live on kebabs and Chinese takeaway." He had to laugh a little. "I didnae even realise you had a best friend. I feel like I've totally skipped over an important part of you. I didnae even realise you were at a wedding on Christmas Eve, not that we were... you know, dating then or anything. Since kids is huge. Was he the one with the plane?"
Tom cleared his throat. "It's my fault. I should have volunteered the information, but I guess I wasn't used to sharing my life with someone. I want to. I want to share all the details with you," he replied, holding Stuart's gaze to show him he was serious. "Ethan Williamson. He owns a Pharmeceuticals company, and is filthy rich. He's not ashamed of it, either. We're quite similar in a lot of ways. He was a man tart just as I was, only girls were his particular poison. There was one time in a gym shower, but that's a story for another time." Tom rest his hand on Stuart's leg. "He's the one with the plane, and I'm sorry I never mentioned the wedding. I was the Best Man. It was a wonderful night. Part of me wishes you could have seen it, but as you said... we were not dating then. I'm in trouble for not calling him lately. I made up for it by telling him all about you. He wants to meet you."
Stuart noded slowly. "I know of him. The name has probably come up in passing. You tend to get to know the big names in the city in my job because it's all a big interconnecting network. Especially the high flyers." He put his hand over Tom's on his thigh and gave it a small squeeze. "It's okay. I understand, I really do. I figured... hoped... you would talk to me about your life when you were ready. Nay sense pushing it if you werenae ready. Plus, we've been ill. Wasnae a whole heap of talking going on at that point, just some important things we covered, which I'm glad we did. You braved meeting my family, so it's only fair you turf me into the spotlight with yours. I'll try not to shit myself in the process," he joked.
Tom smiled in relief, letting out a deep breath that he hadn't actually realised he'd been holding. At least one topic that had been concerning him had been covered. "He's, ah... Well, he's nothing to be scared of. Neither is his wife. She's been his calming influence. Someone he can cling to when he's stressed, someone that will ease the burden. She's also a lot of fun. Definitely his match. They'd also like to extend the invitation to Gee, and her Irish cock. If she wants to bring him. You'll have a friend, and you won't be the only one that's in the spotlight again."
Stuart went to say something, but he floundered a little and closed his mouth, pressing his lips together as his brain tried to visit all the possible disasters that might come from a dinner like that in a disjointed attempt to try and be prepared for it. Then there was the subject that Gee's Irish cock might not want to come because it could be like a date, or if he was up to it. He realised Tom would be waiting for his answer and shot him a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Overactive brain function." He took a sip of his water and then set the glass back down again. "When's the dinner planned for? Because I was, um... I needed to talk to you about something."
Tom had been watching Stuart, and he would be lying if he didn't admit to definitely feeling nervous when there was no immediate answer. "It's okay," he assured Stuart, even if he was wondering if it really was okay. "She doesn't have to bring him. She doesn't even have to come if you'd prefer. Overactive brain function is fine." Tom raised an eyebrow slightly. "There was no time set, but we can arrange one. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I'll ask her," Stuart assured him with a smile. "It's not like anything more disastrous can happen, aye? The guy already landed in hospital with pneumonia." He took Tom's hand across the table, playing with his fingers as he watched their hands linked together. "I know the last few days I've been busy and telling you work and stuff has sucked, which it has. But that wasnae the entire reason I was making myself unavailable. I was in a strange mood and didnae want to drag you down with it. My pal back home, my ex partner, actually, he, um, he was killed at the beginning of the week. On duty. He was trying to take a guy down and the guy shot him close range in the shoulder. The bullet... it went through, got him in the neck. They couldnae save him. We werenae close, close pals, but he was a good friend, we were partners for awhile before I got promoted. I was telling myself I couldnae get the time off for the funeral and stuff, but I think I should go. And I just... I was wondering if you'd come with me."
Tom laughed a little, and leaned in to brush a kiss to Stuart's cheek. "I feel sorry for the guy, but if she's really how you describe her, he might not get a choice if she thinks it's a good idea. It has to be shitty coming here and getting sick." His attention was Stuart alone as the detective spoke, his eyebrows drawing together with concern. "Shit... I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry. But you could have told me. Talked to me about it. Of course I'll go with you. When is it?"
Stuart nodded with a small, wry smile. "I did know that. I did. Both nights, I nearly just showed up on your doorstep when I thought myself into circles. I dinnae know why I didnae. Just insecurities, I guess. It's hard to completely get rid of them overnight. Things were great, even though I know we were sick. I was just thinking, bloody hell, why couldnae things just be smooth? Like drama and death isnae really something anyone wants to be dealing with when you just want to think about lots of fucking and being together. I was an idiot. But if it's any consolation, I havenae even told Gee, either. Just told her I was still feelin' a bit crap, so she didnae quiz me. It's on Monday morning. I thought I'd just fly up the night before and fly back after it. Just take the one day off."
Tom nodded. "Want me to ask Ethan for his jet, again? He won't mind. We can make the dinner for the next weekend if that's enough time. I don't think you'll be wanting to deal with it so soon." Tom gave Stuart's hand a squeeze. "I've missed you. Not really been the same without you in my bed. I, erm... I really would like you there again. More... permenently. I know we haven't even been on the cruise, which is something else I have to talk to you about, but I, erm..." Tom huffed out a chuckle as he scratched at the back of his neck. "Thomas Hunt flustered... Who'd have thought? Anyway, I just... Live with me."
If Stuart hadn't been firmly against the table and hanging onto Tom's hand, he probably would have fallen off the seat in shock. In fact, initially, his mouth just dropped open and he gaped for a few moments, wondering if he had heard right or was maybe knocked in the back of the head by a waiter and now dreaming in some unconscious oblivion. But he soon laughed too, even if he came out a little like a breathy cough of disbelief. "You- me- you want-" he stammered at first and then wet his lips as he laughed again. "You want me to live with you? At your place? With you? Are you sure? Are you... are you really sure? Because I... uh... I missed you too. A lot. My place just felt weird when I went back. It wasnae really so much feeling like home as it was. I just didnae want you to worry I was being, I dinnae know, clingy?"
"You couldn't be clingy. And if you were, I'm sure I'd find a way to fuck you from a slight distance." Tom frowned a little, still not sure if Stuart's laughter was something to be worried about. "I'm not so oblivious as to not realise when I need to hang onto a good thing. Ethan helped me come to some realisations, and I would like to avoid any love smacks from him. Especially when I really did hit him hard over Sophie. You can bring your things to my place, I'll make room in the closet, or we'll just get it extended. I don't even care if you want to change the bed covers. We both work hard, we both work long hours. I would just rather we could already come home to each other than fuck about with schedules."
Stuart raised his eyebrows. "Love smack? Should I even ask?" he asked in amusement. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, still looking at Tom as if a tiny part of him was about to laugh and say 'Gotcha!' But they had come to know each other quite well, and he could see in Tom's eyes this wasn't a joke, and that it was a really massive thing for him to have admitted to himself, let alone bite the bullet and ask the question. Practically, Tom's home was a little further from Stuart's work than his apartment was now, but he didn't care. He really didn't care, and it wasn't like he wasn't used to a bit of a commute from when he worked in Edinburgh. The thought of spending the nights together after the busy days really was appealling. He nodded, smiling. "Aye, okay. I'll come live with you," he agreed.
"I gave him a rather hard tap to the head for being such an idiot," Tom smirked. His gaze was still on Stuart, and he tried to wait as patiently as he could, but his leg bounced under the table. And then came Stuart's answer, and there was a beat before Tom's lips formed a huge smile. "Yeah? You're really going to come and live with me?" Tom started to laugh with joy, and picked up his water to take a large sip. "Shit, I need to call Ethan, but that can wait. He has a fuck date with the wife. He was worried I'd wind up eloping on the cruise."
Stuart laughed, leaning back a little in his seat. "You belt him in the face for something to do with his wife? I take it he was being a wanker and you needed to knock some sense into him? Or more importantly, am I going to come home one day to you with a black eye when he's returned the favour?" he asked. He sat forward again and pressed a brief kiss to Tom's lips, glad the tables were cosy as well as adorned in long tablecloths. "Aye, I'll come. I realise it's quick and we'll probably still need time to find our feet with each other, but you're right. Work can be a bitch and it's unpredictable. We're both adults, I dinnae see how there's anything wrong with wanting to be together when we can. There willnae need to be any closet extensions, though. I dinnae have all that much stuff. I left a lot of it in Scotland. Elope? Fuck, if we did that, I think Gee would kill me. My family would kill me. My Ma' would have me hung, drawn and quartered."
Tom nodded, chuckling. "That's exactly it. He was being a thick bastard, and denying the fact that Soph's his One. He fought so hard to convince her to even go out with him, then when things were going well, he had cold feet. He started to wonder if he could do the love thing. Like I said, he's a lot like me. So rest assured he will most definitely smack me in return without hesitation if he thinks I'm being a twat." Tom licked his lips in the wake of the kiss, and grinned. "Come, hm? Once not enough at lunch? I apologise in advance if I'm annoying to live with. I'm thinking it'll be different when I'm not comatose from Man Flu. I just hope we'll find our feet okay. We'll have to get you some more stuff, then. I don't want you to feel as if you cannot add things to the place. It's your home now." Tom was still grinning, and leaned forward to kiss Stuart. "My parents would have a heart attack, too. So believe me, eloping is not on the agenda. I have no wish to incur the wrath of your family. This is also the part where I add that Ethan and Sophie have offered to join us on the cruise, at opposite ends of the ship so that Ethan can be there to smack me if I need it."
Stuart was still laughing a little as he listened to Tom talk about his mate. It was amusing, sure, but Stuart realised now how much of a comfort it was to hear Tom talk about his family and friends, like making there wasn't such a huge cavern between them. Tom was the hot shot super sexy successful lawyer with more money than Stuart would probably earn in a lifetime, but there was this other side of him that Stuart hadn't completely realised existed and even though he was crapping himself about being invited into that side of Tom's life, he was relieved to be at the same time. He took advantage of the close proximity when Tom leaned in and under the table, had his fly unzipped and his fingers claiming his cock, while above the table, Stuart shot him a sweet, innocent smile. It was good to play good cop for a change. "Yes, come," he agreed with a small nod as the tips of his fingers pressed against Tom's balls. "I offer the same apologies because I likely will be annoying. I hate mornings, I have messy days where I couldnae be arsed even rinsing my own dishes, and I can be a pain in the arse picky eater when I want to be. I also should stop these pills this afternoon if the doctor agrees, so you shouldnae need to put up with me hogging the bathroom trying to decide whether I'm going to puke or not." But he paused in both his words and his hands attentions to Tom's nether regions. "They want to come on the cruise?!"
Tom's jaw had tightened at the sudden attention to his balls, and he tried to smile sweetly back at Stuart, but Tom had never quite been able to keep his expressions innocent. He picked up his water instead, and took a sip as he tried to scan for a waiter. Thankfully they'd stayed well away from their table, clearly working out for themselves that Tom and Stuart were nowhere near deciding what to eat. He could feel himself relaxing at finally being able to talk about Ethan, and his most treasured friendship. Stuart already knew about his family, but he had yet to meet Tom's parents. As much as he loved them, Stuart meeting Ethan was slightly more important. He saw the change in Stuart's expression and slipped his hand under the table to curl his fingers around the detective's wrist, so he didn't move. "They won't interfere. They're newlyweds. Ethan's still discovering the joys of marriage sex, and can't pay attention to much else besides Sophie's breasts. They had a brief trip to Italy before she had to come back to work, so this would be another chance at a Honeymoon for them. Having said that, he won't come if you really don't want him to. I didn't ask. He offered. This isn't because I don't want to be alone with you. If I have my way, we're not going to be outside of the cabin much, anyway. I'll be worshipping your dick and arse twenty-four hours a day. I..." Tom's voice caught just as he tried to say three little words, and he closed his eyes briefly before looking at Stuart. "I love you. I'm scared I'm going to be a wanker, and Ethan is my backup. I didn't want to ask this of you, because I need you to trust me. So just tell me you don't want him there, and I'll make sure he gets the message."
Stuart sucked in a small breath before he could stop it. He had eased his grip on Tom's cock when he felt Tom touch his arm, knowing now that it was because Tom needed to say what he did without distractions. The email leapt back into his mind and a smile flickered on the corners of Stuart's lips when he remembered it. He had convinced himself it was just a typo on Tom's part, but now it didn't seem like it was. "If you want them to come, I dinnae mind. I really dinnae. I mean, I know in essence the cruise idea sounded like it was just for us, but we didnae really plan much either way, did we? If you want them there, it's fine. Just so long as I dinnae have to share you with them too much. I might be the youngest of four kids, but when it comes to men, I really dinnae like to share. Hence pulling out of the orgy. I might have ended up smashing anyone's face in the wall if they touched you." He searched Tom's eyes as his own heart started to pound in his chest and then lodge up somewhere near his throat. Last person who told him they loved him shat all over him in betrayal. His heart needed a mental nudge for him to take it and hand it over to someone else. "I love you," he soon added quietly.
"Good, otherwise regardless of my dick out, or not, I might have done a runner to save face. At least I didn't piss my pants." Tom smiled, biting his lip briefly as he tried to stop himself shouting in relief. He was going to kill Ethan for making him think about all this stuff, and turning his stomach and mind into a maelstrom of what ifs, but at least he wasn't alone. Stuart loved him, and Tom's heart thumped in his chest in celebration. "I need a fucking drink... I feel like I've just run a fucking marathon working up to that. I realise it's meant to be easy when it's time, but it's bloody not. It's scary." Tom released his grip on Stuart's arm, and raised his hand to cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. "I don't share, either. Only child and possessive as all fuck. You're mine now, Detective. I will definitely smash in the face of anyone who touches you. Ethan will get it. He'll stay away unless you need him to help beat some sense into me. Not that I'm planning on needing it. I'm not going to fuck this up... I hope."
Stuart smirked. "Well, if you did, it'd be my choice to make sure you had clean knickers, right? As the boyfriend and all," he teased, watching to see Tom's reaction. He pushed the wine menu in Tom's direction. "You pick. I'm a Scotsman, I cannae pick without looking at the price. I thought something was up with you. I was two seconds away from feeling your forehead for any fever relapse. But you're right, it's fucking scary and I've been driving myself mental over it, too. Just probably in a different way. Should I put him on speed dial in case you start getting a look in your eyes like you want to jump overboard? You arenae going to fuck it up. Isnae to say either of us might stumble our way through now and again, but it's fine. We'll probably argue some, maybe give each other the silent treatment, but then there is make up sex, which is fucking awesome."
"Is it? I've never broken up with someone, or fought with them to find out." Tom's face didn't really change at the boyfriend comment, he just looked back at Stuart and winked. "You get your hands back into my underwear, and you might have to go get some clean ones anyway. Boyfriend." Tom took the wine list, and spread his legs further apart to let the detective have his way if he so desired. "Hm... I'm thinking we should be celebrating, but just to be sure, are you allowed to indulge, or are you still on the clock? I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble with your bosses. I'll also give you Ethan's number anyway. For the times I jump overboard, and for anything else. He's now your friend."
"Prefer you in none," Stuart said lightly, cupping Tom with his hand again and then started to massage the clearly eager erection that hadn't waned despite them touching on some deep and meaningful stuff. He fucking loved Tom's cock, how it felt in his hand and knowing how well it just fit. "I can have one or two. I'm Scottish, hold my booze well, mostly. I'm still terrified about meeting him. I buy my jocks from Marks and Spencer, and you two probably have yours hand made by CK himself. You might cry when you actually see what my wardrobe has to offer," he laughed.
"Prefer me in none, too. And I think you should consider none if you really do buy them at Marks and Spencer. Or at least let me get you some new ones. They're not handmade, but they are very good. I'll try not to give you a makeover. I do like you just how you are." Tom resisted the urge to let his head fall back, and rest the tip of his tongue between his lips for a moment. He couldn't deny just how nice it was having his cock in Stuart's hand. Just as he loved having the detective's in his. His dick pulsed at the mere thought of Stuart's cock, and he flicked at his serviette as a distraction. "Are you a champagne kind of guy, or shall we celebrate with a decent whiskey? Surely you know your whiskeys? You don't need to be terrified of him, I promise."
Stuart ran his tongue slowly across his lips as he held Tom's gaze. His thumb and forefinger squeezed firmly around the base of Tom's cock and his other fingers massaged at his balls before pushing even lower and dangerously close to Tom's arse. Then he swept his hand up again to wrap around his hard cock, fingers working the tip expertly. "I probably know my Scotch better than you know champagne, love. My grandpa owned a brewery. Family still has it, it's just being run by someone else. Anything short of double malt, at least twenty years old, and I'm nay interested. But if you want champagne, who am I to argue?"
Tom gave a shake of his head as he bit back a groan. Stuart really did know how to work his hand. He also knew just how to get Tom almost melting in his chair. "Fuck the champagne," he said breathlessly. "We'll go with the Scotch. I'll make sure it's worthy of your interest. If there's anything worth paying for, it's that. The champagne can wait. Just like apparently the waiters can, unless you think we can order without being sprung."
Stuart's grip intensified, as did the rhythm of his stroking. He didn't actually want to get caught jerking Tom off in The Ivy. It wouldn't look good for his reputation as a detective. "I dinnae think they'll mind waiting just a wee bit longer, do you?" he murmured, resting his other elbow on the table. To anyone watching, it would just look like they were holding an intense conversation. The tables were discreetly distant from each other enough for any other diners to not be able to hear their conversation, just as they couldn't hear any of their neighbouring diners. "Do you know how much I love feeling your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock, watching you suck me off and hearing you moan in anticipation?" he purred, holding Tom's gaze.
Tom eased out a slow breath from his nostrils, his pupils dilated. "Are you trying to kill me? If it's anything like how much I love your gorgeous cock in my mouth, it's quite a fucking lot. You taste fucking amazing. How could I not moan in anticipation? Plus I love watching you come. And feeling it. Swallowing it..."
"Tonight, you and me, we're gonna make love," Stuart warned and pressed the pad of his thumb hard against the head of Tom's cock, feeling the wetness there and letting out a breath with a soft hiss of appreciation. He licked his lips, wishing he could crawl under the table and suck him off. He released his grip abruptly. "Feign an illness. I'm going to finish you off in the bathroom. I'll follow you there," he decided.
Tom grunted at the sudden loss of contact, his brain taking a long moment to catch up to what Stuart was telling him. "I... oh, right. Yes." He started to cough before rubbed at his stomach. "I'm really not feeling very well. I think that flu's relapsing." He reached down to try and get his trousers done back up, the wincing really only helping his case as his erection protested being covered up. "You'll have to excuse me, love. And just so you know, I have no problems with making love tonight."
Stuart waited until Tom got a few paces away, before shooting the approaching waiter an apologetic look. "Excuse us. He hasnae been feeling well all morning. Damn flu," he said, shoving his napkin onto the table and standing to follow in the direction Tom disappeared. The waiter had returned a sympathetic smile and nod of understanding. This was a piece if piss. He made it to the bathrooms and nudged the door closed behind him, finding Tom standing there smirking at him. He strode up to his lover and claimed his lips in a heated kiss, pushing him backwards into the closest stall and elbowing it closed behind them, not breaking the kiss. One hand was already working Tom's zipper open and he only released the kiss to drop to his knees and swallow Tom's cock in one smooth motion, taking him completely without hesitation.
This time Tom indulged himself with a loud groan, hands going to Stuart's head as his fingers pushed into his hair. He looked down his body to watch his now boyfriend take him whole, his breath quickening into pants. "Fuck..." he moaned. "You got no idea just how much I love you right now." The words had made it past his lips for a second time, and Tom hadn't burst into flames, and the sky hadn't fallen. He bit down on his lip to stop himself thrusting forward, letting Stuart just work his magic. He really did have a fucking amazing tongue, and mouth.
If he didn't have his mouth full, Stuart would be groaning himself. Instead, the sound falling from Tom's lips just spurred him on, and he could feel his own arousal renewing in his pants. He took Tom as deeply as he could, keeping a tight ring of pressure with his lips, but keeping the motions quick and purposeful. He knew they were at risk of getting caught and that was even more of a thrill. He might be a copper, but he was also a bloke who loved a good hard fuck whenever he could get it. This was just like an entree, but the same rules applied. For some reason, it just felt different now. Better. They had confirmed their feelings with each other and now there was no holding back, and Stuart had no intentions of holding back. He clawed down Tom's trousers just a little further to expose his arse, and then let his nails sink possessively into the hard flesh of his cheeks. He paused in his talented sucking just long enough to slip two fingers into his mouth to wet them thoroughly, looking up at Tom's face and meeting his eyes, his owning holding a cheeky glean in them. Drawing his cock slowly back into his mouth, he made sure he held Tom's gaze as he reached around behind him, letting the soaked fingers slide in between his arse cheeks, but there was no pause and he continued to his destination, letting his forefinger ease into Tom's hole as he once again swallowed his cock deeply.
Tom was growling in response to Stuart digging his fingernails in, more than willing to get claimed by the Scot copper. He didn't care if he had bruises and marks all over his body so long as they were Stuart's. As his finger slid into his arse though, Tom cursed again, and couldn't stop from thrusting forward. He moved one of his hands to grip Stuart's shoulder, forcing himself to try and stay still. Being caught wasn't exactly at the forefront of his mind, but then Tom really didn't have a problem with it. If it happened, it happened, and whoever had the misfortune of catching them would just have to watch the show, because nothing was going to interrupt this moment. He was already dangerously close to climax, his butt cheeks clenching in warning as he felt his gut tighten. He tried to give Stuart warning, but only a grunt came out as his gaze stayed locked with him.
Stuart had quickly learnt the warning signs by now, and also didn't mind the thrusting. He had a firm enough grip on Tom's arse with his other hand to prevent any unwanted asphyxiation by cock, not that death in that way would be bad at all. He was pretty sure the taste of Tom's cock was going to put anything on the fancy menu to shame. It sucked they both had to go back to work after this, too. Stuart would need to put in some long hours now he was going to take Monday off for the funeral. He made a soft noise that was a cross between a hum and a growl, the sound enough to send a sensation through Tom's cock right when he was teetering on the edge of climax. Stuart pushed a second finger into Tom's arse beside the second, fucking him fast with his fingers in a mirror of what he really wanted to be doing with his cock. He could taste the hints of climax on his tongue, Tom's cock weeping in response to the attentions. Stuart was ready for anything Tom had to offer, and his own cock twitched in his pants in response.
Tom could all too easily imagine Stuart's cock inside of him rather than his fingers, and he clenched his teeth to bite back a groan, trying to keep as quiet as he could. He wanted to be able to reciprocate, needing to give Stuart more than just the handjob under the table from earlier. He gripped Stuart's hair tightly, his tongue resting between his lips as he panted through his nose, and then all bets were off as he came forcefully. Tom moaned loudly, managing to keep his eyes open and on Stuart's face as the orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his knees might give up on him, and his shoulders fell back against the wall. A trickle of perspiration ran down his back, and he huffed out a breath as he licked his lips. "Jesus fucking Christ on a dildo."
Stuart swallowed, licking his lips as he pulled back breathlessly, his fingers slipping from Tom's arse. He only had to take a few moments to regain his composure and then he pushed up off the tiles to seize Tom's lips in another hungry kiss, sharing his own taste with him and moaning into the kiss in response. He had Tom pushed up against the wall of the cubicle so he could thrust against his hip for some friction. His hand went back to Tom's arse, fingers teasing in the cleft again. "Fuck, you make my cock ache," he growled, biting down on Tom's lower lip before picking up the kiss again.
Tom reached behind Stuart to grab at his arse, pulling him tighther against him to aide in the friction. He growled into the kiss, his other hand dropping between them to get Stuart's trousers undone. They were going to make love later, so who the fuck needed to go slow right now? His fingers closed around Stuart's hard cock, and he gave it a tug as his tongue surged against the detective's. As he broke the kiss, his teeth caught Stuart's bottom lip and he bit down softly. "If I hadn't just come like a fucking freight train, I'd be saying the same thing. I think you need to be sticking your aching cock up my arse, love. Let me feel it."
Stuart cursed hoarsely against Tom's mouth at the words and his cock felt like it was burning in anticipation. He gave the slightest of nods, his brain not even letting itself stop on the fact he was about to fuck Tom in the bathroom of a very prestigious restaurant. It was just a balance between stopping the kiss and knowing he had to take Tom from behind. The kisses were heated and possessive, it felt like he couldn't get enough. Gee had been right, it was claiming, and even moreso now. Like they were in some way sealing the deal on the confessions they had just admitted. He thrust his hips forward reflexively into Tom's hand with a moan. He reluctantly pulled from the kiss with another soft expletive, moving so Tom could brace himself against the wall. There definitely wasn't going to be anything slow about this, he felt like he was going to explode. His cock pressed up against Tom's bare arse and he pressed a trail of kisses over his upper back and shoulder blades. "I love you. I love every fucking inch of you," he hissed against his ear.
Tom moaned, his eyes slipping closed briefly now he was facing the wall. His whole body was on fire, and if they had been back at his place, he would be fucking Stuart repeatedly after this. He reached behind him to grab at him, turning his head to look at Stuart from the corner of his eye. "Me too. You have no fucking idea..." He really had fallen hard, and Tom didn't feel like apologising. He'd never been with anyone that consumed him as much as the Scot did. "Fuck me, I'm yours."
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