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4.11. "There's no such thing as polishing the raised scepter of love too much. It reduces stress, it enhances immune function."
Weeds
Co-written with scotcopper
Thomas really didn't need to be told twice to go out and pull after his chat with Cameron. He really was as horny as all fuck after watching that so-called action movie. It was practically gay porn with special effects. Only downside was the sex scene was a het one. He adjusted himself as he waited at the lights to cross the busy London street, smirking as the bloke waiting on the opposite side watched. If he wasn't gay, he was certainly curious.
Converting men to the benefits of cock was one of Tom's favourite past times, but tonight he wasn't feeling in the mood to work for his sex. He wanted to pick up, and pick up quickly so most of his time could be spent expending copious amounts of sweaty, orgasmic energy. He winked at the guy as they crossed paths, but that was the last thought he gave the stranger as he headed to one of his favourite pubs.
He paused for a moment as his phone buzzed in the pocket of his leather jacket, and he pulled it out to see who the message was from. He recognised the number, and rolled his eyes. It was his latest client, some tosser who'd managed to get himself in trouble for taking a slash in a park. Not exactly a priority, and the bloke was calling him five hours after the appointed time. As much as he would have loved to have billed the guy for another call, Thomas had more important things on his mind.
Stuart had been sitting in the pub with Gee, having a pint together as they tried to get on the same page. They needed to actually like each other on some level to be able to pull it off being partners. It was his own fault she had started thinking he was some sort of freak of nature, but he couldn't help being a little self-conscious around her now. Like he had to sit still in his seat to prove he wasn't going to take a piss every two minutes while he mulled over the latest case like some sort of wonderful genius. Stuart might read in the bathroom occasionally, but damn, it was more likely to be a magazine or the paper. So far, the conversation had been okay. He had gotten himself worked into a state trying to prove himself, but at least the beer helped chill him out. It was mostly just small talk, and he really hoped she didn't mind being there with him. He just wanted to be her friend so their working relationship wasn't awkward, but how could they be friends if they didn't get to know each other. Hence his offer that they get a pint together.
But he got half-way into his second pint when his stomach started to do that churny sick feeling thing again. He had loosened his tie and took a few deep breaths to try and quell it, but no such luck. He really couldn't wait to be off these fucking pills. He pushed up out of his seat abruptly, shooting her an apologetic look. "I need fresh air... my stomach... I'll be back." He couldn't wait for her answer before he was pushing his way out of the bar. He was in such a hurry to get out so he didn't throw up on anyone, that he wasn't really looking where he was going. Bursting out into the street, he smacked right into someone, knocking them over and managing to send himself sprawling to the ground also. This really wasn't his week.
Thomas landed on the pavement with a grunt, his hands automatically resting on the body on top of him as if he could stop them falling after the fact. Once he was sure his head hadn't been splattered on the ground, he opened his eyes to find a man lying on top of him. A rather gorgeous looking bloke if Thomas was honest. He wet his lips and raised his eyebrows. "Well, I know I have some serious fucking magnetism going on, but didn't realise it would be this easy to pull."
It took Stuart a few moments to actually realise he had landed on top of the bloke, not to mention how his hands were on his back. He swallowed and tried to pull back a little. Was this guy hitting on him? Stuart didn't think he hit his head, but the upset stomach was throwing his guard off. Composure. That's what he needed, to regain his composure and hope there wasn't an audience. Only, of course there fucking was. This was London on a weekend night, there were people all over the place, just like the pub had been heaving with bodies since Gee and Stuart had arrived there. "I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, figuring it was as good a start as any. He finally noticed the guy's face. He was hot, and he looked expensive too. Shit, now Stuart was probably going to get his arse sued for ruining Armani or something. Hopefully not by vomiting on it. He managed to get up onto his knees, only this just meant he was straddling over the guy now, so it wasn't that much of an improvement to the mess. The only small miracle was the fact he didn't knee the poor bastard in the groin. "Are you alright?"
Thomas raised himself up onto his elbows, oblivious of any witnesses. It wasn't like he was a stranger to voyeurism. He gave the guy a crooked smile as his gaze dropped briefly to where the man was straddled over him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he considered the guy's crotch. Not bad if Thomas was any kind of judge. His dick twitched, and he tried to think of something other than sex to stop it from getting hard. "It's fine. Don't worry about it, mate. I've been wanting to get horizontal all night, just hadn't imagined it happening like this. Are you alright?" If Thomas wasn't mistaken he caught a hint of a Scottish accent and his dick gave another jump. Scots nearly always did it for him.
"Aye," Stuart said hastily, awkwardly trying to get back onto his feet. The whole thing was extremely inelegant, but it couldn't be worse that being sprawled over a stranger on a sidewalk. "Maybe just a wee bruise. Isnae anything I cannae handle." When he was up, he held his hand out to the guy for help. It was only then that he realised the guy had dropped his cell phone, which no doubt cost a small fortune. It was near his feet, so he scooped it up, not sure whether it was still working or not. "Shit, mate. I'm so sorry. If it's busted, I'll pay for it. Whatever it is. I'll give you my contact details. I just wasnae watching where I was going."
"Whoa, slow down. It's fine, really. I've dropped it more times than I can count." Thomas pushed up off the ground easily, and brushed himself off as he chuckled. "You always so wired? I'm not going to bite... yet. I'm Thomas," he said as he held out his hand. "Where's the bruise maybe I can kiss it better?" Tom held his hand up immediately after the comment fell from his lips. "Now I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. As you can tell, my brain's been on a single track for a while. Let me just switch it so I can have a proper conversation."
Stuart really wasn't the shy sort normally. By now, he should have been flirting back in full force, but he was off his game. He might be a natural flirt, but he wasn't used to knocking people over in the streets. He looked over the guy closely, checking for any bleeding or strange marks popping up before his eyes, but he really did seem okay. He pushed his hand through his hair and shot some of the nearby gawping crowd a warning look. "Show's over. Move along," he said firmly, clearly not new to at least dispersing a crowd. But his attention turned back to his victim. He took his hand, shaking it. "Stuart, and hopefully I havenae completely ruined your night before it's started."
"Actually - and please feel free to tell me to fuck off - I think you might be making it, Stuart." He watched with interest as the crowd seemed to follow Stuart's direction before he looked back at the man and smiled. He still had a hold of his hand, but let it go after a moment. His other hand brushed over Stuart's as he collected his phone to slip it back into his pocket, not even bothering to check if it was damaged. He couldn't help but smile. "Fancy a drink?"
This time, Stuart couldn't be mistaken. He was being hit on. Well, this was new. It wasn't every day you knocked someone on their arse and got a drink out of it. If someone else was telling him this story, he'd probably laugh at them and pull the piss. "Aye," he agreed, as his eyes shifted from their hands back up to Thomas' face. "If you promise to nay be offended if I dinnae go alcoholic. Actually, let me buy you a drink. It's the least I can do after knocking you on your arse in front of an audience. I wish I could blame being sloshed, but I cannae. Just being a wanker."
"Aren't we all wankers?" Thomas couldn't help but ask with a smirk. He relaxed a little more now he knew his advances weren't being rebutted. He couldn't have believed the knocked over story either, but at least it solved his problem. He studied Stuart's face again, and sucked his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I promise not to be offended, and I'll also let you get away with buying me a drink. If only because I get the feeling you'd wind up being the one to get offended if I said no."
Stuart shook his head with a laugh. "Ach, no. After my week, you cannae possibly offend me more than my partner managed to accidentally do. The thing was, it was my own fault to start with, so just makes me feel like an even bigger wanker. It isnae easy to swallow hearing that someone thinks you're mental, half mental. Mental genius. I dinnae know specifically. But if we both buy our drinks, what's the excuse to hit on me then?" he asked with a cheeky glean in his blue eyes.
Thomas chuckled, definitely liking the glint in the other man's eyes. His hand went to the small of his back and he started to guide him towards the busy pub. He wanted to keep a hold on his accidental catch. "Partner? So you're a policeman? I thought there was something about your crowd dispersal skills. Are you going to be less inclined to drink with me when you find out I'm a lawyer."
Stuart paused in the walk to give Thomas a look, but then he started to laugh, shaking his head. "Bloody hell. We get them banged up and you get them off on technicalities. Still, could make for some good angry sex," he mused. Typical, he gets hit on for the first time in weeks and it's a lawyer. He'd never slept with a lawyer before, and he was suddenly wondering if his joke might be reality. It wasn't angry sex he wanted from the guy, though. Just heated in another way. "Aye, I'm a copper. Detective, actually. With the Central London CID."
"My apologies in advance then, Detective," Thomas offered with a smirk. They were soon pressed close together as they made their way through the crowd to the bar. There was a brief thought at the back of his head that maybe Thomas had just stolen Stuart from the partner that thought he was a mental genius, but he pushed it away. Stuart was a big boy, he could tell Thomas to fuck off if he had other plans. "Although if it makes you feel any better, not all my cases are criminal. I can't stand representing gits that clearly need to be behind bars. I'm a little crooked that way."
Stuart rested his elbows on the bar once they got there. "Ach, well, then I'll let you off," he joked, flashing Thomas another smile. "Cannae be having angry sex all the time. We might injure something. So, you're corporate. You're too pristine to be family law, nay offense to family lawyers. It just doesnae pay too big, I hear. Double stitching on your suit says nay family law," he noted with a smirk.
"You really are a detective, aren't you? And you're right. We can't be having angry sex the whole time. It's much better when you pull a muscle during passionate sex." Thomas tried not to wet his lips constantly, but it was hard. It was a reflex when he was attracted to someone, and his thoughts were in less than innocent places. His gaze dipped briefly to Stuart's mouth, and he smirked back. "You're right about the corporate. I'm even worse than a criminal lawyer. I'm in it for the money."
Stuart tilted his head with interest. "You lot are cutthroat," he agreed, still smirking. "Who can blame you for being in it for the cash? It isnae like you didnae work hard to get a reputation you need for big paying clients." He was looking at Thomas closely by now and then he pointed at him. "Thomas Hunt," he finally placed with a nod, not really needing the clarification. He had only been in London six months, but when you're a copper, you get to know things like local big named lawyers pretty damn quickly when the crims start throwing the names around to try and put the wind up you.
"Exactly. I'm taking the benefits while I can. Fuck working like a dog with no payoff. No offence. You policemen, you do it for the moral payoff. I think us lawyers give up that particular reward when we enter law school." Thomas frowned a little before he grinned. "Should I be worried, or flattered that you've just recognised me?"
"Just your name, mate," Stuart reassured him with a laugh. "Actually, I had a perp toss your full title in my face when I was nicking him a few weeks ago. Got a feeling he didnae know you from a bar of soap, but enough to know you must know your stuff. Got him banged up and he ended up with legal aid. So, I'm thinking you only do criminal when your high profile clients get themselves in the shit, aye? You're probably more in contact with the MIU than you would be us lowly DCs."
"I can think of at least one lowly DC I want more than a little contact from," Thomas practically purred against Stuart's ear before ordering them a couple of beers. Thomas wasn't a stranger to public displays of affection, and he'd never gone out of his way to hide his sexuality. He was just aware that cops were involved in a boys club, so he tried to be as subtle as he possibly could with any physical advances he tried on Stuart. For all he knew, the detective wasn't out and didn't want to be. Only the guy didn't seem to have a problem flirting. "One of my tossers - the high paying clients that I really don't give a shit about - managed to get himself nicked while pissing in public. That would be the extent of my current criminal litigation agenda. Impressive, huh?"
Stuart smirked and accepted his drink from the bar man, but flagged him down again, pointing at his glass. "Can I get a glass of water to go with this? Cheers." He turned back to Thomas, leaning on the bar while he took a sip from the pint and licked the froth from his lips. "I really better watch where I take a piss when I'm drunk from now on. But in all seriousness, you can still charge the bloke top dollar whether he's pissing on someone's pansies or rorting the tax system. I'm impressed, and I also dinnae miss filling my days with things like nicking blokes for a random slash in the streets. I was a uniform in Edinburgh, too. You can imagine what we deal with on a Saturday full of sloshed Scots trawling the streets," he laughed.
Thomas chuckled. "Somehow doesn't dampen any fantasies I've been having about Scots lately." He watched the barman set the drink down and frowned. "Shit, I'm sorry. I forgot you were going non-alcoholic. We can get you something else. Also trying really hard not to imagine you patrolling in a kilt. I guess the police force save them for the Tattoo though, right?" Thomas pretended to puff out his chest. "And yes, I charge them top dollar regardless. If they're stupid enough to get caught, and want my services, then they pay for it. Only the wanker missed his scheduled call time, and I was getting horny, so here I am."
Stuart waved his hand dismissively. "It's okay, mate. I'll just go slow." It wasn't lost on him how hot Thomas was, and no doubt about it Stuart was interested enough for a roll in the sack. He wasn't really shy about his sexuality, but he was discreet in public places. Unless he went to a gay bar specifically for the purpose of pulling, and then he had no issues with it because everyone in the room was there for the same thing. He was just conscious that some coppers had issues with other gay coppers. In fact, there were whole clubs against it, usually Christian oriented. It was just better to be discreet, but he figured Thomas would be aware of that. The thing was, Stuart hadn't actually told Gee he was bisexual. It had never come up. She had seen him flirt with females, but the other side of the fence was another story. Man, he really wasn't doing himself any favours. She was just going to think he was a secretive knob. He made a note to buy her lunch the next day and give her another opportunity to interrogate him if she wanted to. If she was witnessing him on the pull now, they would either have a laugh about it, or it would create even more tension between them. "Hey, our cocks and arses would be flashing all over the place if we patrolled in kilts. Rough buggers us Scots. Dinnae take a nicking lying down. Why did you choose law?"
"Kind of why I like imagining you in kilts. And the roughness, is that a promise?" Thomas reached for his own pint and took a healthy sip. Stuart had wanted to go slow, but Thomas wasn't in any need to be kept on duty. Not unless one of his idiot clients got themselves in trouble. He was hoping that they'd all manage to piss in a toilet, and keep it their pants so he could get his out of his pants and into Stuart's. "I'm good at it. I've always been good at talking myself out of trouble, figured I'd make a living at talking everyone else out of it, too. The corporate side of it attracted me in law school. I won't deny I enjoy the status and monetary benefits as we have discussed. I also enjoy going for blood when a client of mine is actually on the right side. Rarely happens, but I savour every moment."
"Only when provoked," Stuart returned mysteriously, his eyes dropping briefly from Thomas' eyes to his lips. The memory of his last one night stand jumped into his head. A waitress from a restaurant in town and as boring as all fuck. He realised he was sparking for a good, hot and heavy shag. The kind where you had to keep a good hold on the bed post so you didn't end up with your head through the wall. If what Thomas was saying was true, Stuart could assume he was the same in the bedroom as he was in court. At least some of the time. He was horny, and he really did want in Thomas' pants, despite not feeling the best earlier on. He prayed the nausea stayed away long enough to at least get in a good fuck before he had to rock up at work the next morning. He nursed his pint close to his chest and tilted his head slightly. "So, how do you go about pulling for a good fuck?" he asked, going straight to the point with another smirk, showing that he was far from shy in the right circumstances.
Thomas shook his head a little as he chuckled. He liked Stuart. The detective really knew how to keep up with him, and Thomas hadn't had that in a while. Most men these days seemed to just fold and let Thomas dominate. Which wasn't a bad thing when he was in the mood, but there was only so much submissiveness he could take. He wished they were in a different setting, because Tom wanted to be more than just subtle with Stuart right then. He arched an eyebrow, moving around a little on the pretense of reaching for the peanuts on the other side of Stuart, and rolled his hips forward so he rubbed right up against Stuart's arse. "Want to come back to my place, Detective, and find out?"
Stuart smirked at the action, and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he merely glanced behind him to Thomas' face. There was definitely a forwardness. Thomas was risking a lot trying to feel up a copper. Stuart could reciprocate just as easily as he could whip out a pair of handcuffs and nick Thomas for assault. That was the last thing on Stuart's mind, though. He wasn't interested in getting Thomas in handcuffs in a professional capacity. He didn't answer at first. He took his mobile phone out and sent Gee a text message that merely said 'smthngs cme up' and then pulled his tie off that was already loosened from earlier and shoved it in the pocket of his jacket. "Think you can handle it, Mr Hunt?" he finally asked.
Thomas shifted back around so he was no longer 'assaulting' Stuart, and popped a peanut into his mouth as he smirked. "I think I can, but if nothing else I know I'll have a lot of fun trying, Detective. So how about it? Sure you want to go head to head with a corporate lawyer?"
"Always did like a good sixty-nine," was Stuart's mischievous reply before he pushed away from the bar, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "Is it Soho, Kensington or Docklands?" he asked in amusement, listing some of London's most expensive post-codes.
"Notting Hill," Thomas chuckled. "And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with Hugh Grant. I prefer Hugh Darcy as far as floppy haired Englishmen go." Thomas downed the rest of his pint quickly and followed Stuart. "Sixty-nine is definitely my favourite number. I'm sure we have a few other things we could follow it up with."
Stuart nodded. "Cute," he teased with a smirk. "I've never fucked in W11 before. Am I dressed okay for the occasion? Oh wait, clothes are optional, aye?" If he managed to get called into work in the next few hours, he was going to get his bitch on. He was more than ready to give a whole new meaning to 'law and order'.
"I'd say clothes are rather frowned upon," Thomas said with his best upperclass accent. "I should have maybe mentioned I'm a partial nudist. Once inside my own home I discard clothes immediately. I'd expect you to respect those rules..." Once they were out in the street again, Thomas immediately went to hail a cab. He might have managed to walk here at the beginning of the evening but there was no way he was wasting any time now. The sooner he could get Stuart's trousers off the better.
Words: 4066 | thinbluegee used with permission
Weeds
Co-written with scotcopper
Thomas really didn't need to be told twice to go out and pull after his chat with Cameron. He really was as horny as all fuck after watching that so-called action movie. It was practically gay porn with special effects. Only downside was the sex scene was a het one. He adjusted himself as he waited at the lights to cross the busy London street, smirking as the bloke waiting on the opposite side watched. If he wasn't gay, he was certainly curious.
Converting men to the benefits of cock was one of Tom's favourite past times, but tonight he wasn't feeling in the mood to work for his sex. He wanted to pick up, and pick up quickly so most of his time could be spent expending copious amounts of sweaty, orgasmic energy. He winked at the guy as they crossed paths, but that was the last thought he gave the stranger as he headed to one of his favourite pubs.
He paused for a moment as his phone buzzed in the pocket of his leather jacket, and he pulled it out to see who the message was from. He recognised the number, and rolled his eyes. It was his latest client, some tosser who'd managed to get himself in trouble for taking a slash in a park. Not exactly a priority, and the bloke was calling him five hours after the appointed time. As much as he would have loved to have billed the guy for another call, Thomas had more important things on his mind.
Stuart had been sitting in the pub with Gee, having a pint together as they tried to get on the same page. They needed to actually like each other on some level to be able to pull it off being partners. It was his own fault she had started thinking he was some sort of freak of nature, but he couldn't help being a little self-conscious around her now. Like he had to sit still in his seat to prove he wasn't going to take a piss every two minutes while he mulled over the latest case like some sort of wonderful genius. Stuart might read in the bathroom occasionally, but damn, it was more likely to be a magazine or the paper. So far, the conversation had been okay. He had gotten himself worked into a state trying to prove himself, but at least the beer helped chill him out. It was mostly just small talk, and he really hoped she didn't mind being there with him. He just wanted to be her friend so their working relationship wasn't awkward, but how could they be friends if they didn't get to know each other. Hence his offer that they get a pint together.
But he got half-way into his second pint when his stomach started to do that churny sick feeling thing again. He had loosened his tie and took a few deep breaths to try and quell it, but no such luck. He really couldn't wait to be off these fucking pills. He pushed up out of his seat abruptly, shooting her an apologetic look. "I need fresh air... my stomach... I'll be back." He couldn't wait for her answer before he was pushing his way out of the bar. He was in such a hurry to get out so he didn't throw up on anyone, that he wasn't really looking where he was going. Bursting out into the street, he smacked right into someone, knocking them over and managing to send himself sprawling to the ground also. This really wasn't his week.
Thomas landed on the pavement with a grunt, his hands automatically resting on the body on top of him as if he could stop them falling after the fact. Once he was sure his head hadn't been splattered on the ground, he opened his eyes to find a man lying on top of him. A rather gorgeous looking bloke if Thomas was honest. He wet his lips and raised his eyebrows. "Well, I know I have some serious fucking magnetism going on, but didn't realise it would be this easy to pull."
It took Stuart a few moments to actually realise he had landed on top of the bloke, not to mention how his hands were on his back. He swallowed and tried to pull back a little. Was this guy hitting on him? Stuart didn't think he hit his head, but the upset stomach was throwing his guard off. Composure. That's what he needed, to regain his composure and hope there wasn't an audience. Only, of course there fucking was. This was London on a weekend night, there were people all over the place, just like the pub had been heaving with bodies since Gee and Stuart had arrived there. "I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, figuring it was as good a start as any. He finally noticed the guy's face. He was hot, and he looked expensive too. Shit, now Stuart was probably going to get his arse sued for ruining Armani or something. Hopefully not by vomiting on it. He managed to get up onto his knees, only this just meant he was straddling over the guy now, so it wasn't that much of an improvement to the mess. The only small miracle was the fact he didn't knee the poor bastard in the groin. "Are you alright?"
Thomas raised himself up onto his elbows, oblivious of any witnesses. It wasn't like he was a stranger to voyeurism. He gave the guy a crooked smile as his gaze dropped briefly to where the man was straddled over him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he considered the guy's crotch. Not bad if Thomas was any kind of judge. His dick twitched, and he tried to think of something other than sex to stop it from getting hard. "It's fine. Don't worry about it, mate. I've been wanting to get horizontal all night, just hadn't imagined it happening like this. Are you alright?" If Thomas wasn't mistaken he caught a hint of a Scottish accent and his dick gave another jump. Scots nearly always did it for him.
"Aye," Stuart said hastily, awkwardly trying to get back onto his feet. The whole thing was extremely inelegant, but it couldn't be worse that being sprawled over a stranger on a sidewalk. "Maybe just a wee bruise. Isnae anything I cannae handle." When he was up, he held his hand out to the guy for help. It was only then that he realised the guy had dropped his cell phone, which no doubt cost a small fortune. It was near his feet, so he scooped it up, not sure whether it was still working or not. "Shit, mate. I'm so sorry. If it's busted, I'll pay for it. Whatever it is. I'll give you my contact details. I just wasnae watching where I was going."
"Whoa, slow down. It's fine, really. I've dropped it more times than I can count." Thomas pushed up off the ground easily, and brushed himself off as he chuckled. "You always so wired? I'm not going to bite... yet. I'm Thomas," he said as he held out his hand. "Where's the bruise maybe I can kiss it better?" Tom held his hand up immediately after the comment fell from his lips. "Now I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. As you can tell, my brain's been on a single track for a while. Let me just switch it so I can have a proper conversation."
Stuart really wasn't the shy sort normally. By now, he should have been flirting back in full force, but he was off his game. He might be a natural flirt, but he wasn't used to knocking people over in the streets. He looked over the guy closely, checking for any bleeding or strange marks popping up before his eyes, but he really did seem okay. He pushed his hand through his hair and shot some of the nearby gawping crowd a warning look. "Show's over. Move along," he said firmly, clearly not new to at least dispersing a crowd. But his attention turned back to his victim. He took his hand, shaking it. "Stuart, and hopefully I havenae completely ruined your night before it's started."
"Actually - and please feel free to tell me to fuck off - I think you might be making it, Stuart." He watched with interest as the crowd seemed to follow Stuart's direction before he looked back at the man and smiled. He still had a hold of his hand, but let it go after a moment. His other hand brushed over Stuart's as he collected his phone to slip it back into his pocket, not even bothering to check if it was damaged. He couldn't help but smile. "Fancy a drink?"
This time, Stuart couldn't be mistaken. He was being hit on. Well, this was new. It wasn't every day you knocked someone on their arse and got a drink out of it. If someone else was telling him this story, he'd probably laugh at them and pull the piss. "Aye," he agreed, as his eyes shifted from their hands back up to Thomas' face. "If you promise to nay be offended if I dinnae go alcoholic. Actually, let me buy you a drink. It's the least I can do after knocking you on your arse in front of an audience. I wish I could blame being sloshed, but I cannae. Just being a wanker."
"Aren't we all wankers?" Thomas couldn't help but ask with a smirk. He relaxed a little more now he knew his advances weren't being rebutted. He couldn't have believed the knocked over story either, but at least it solved his problem. He studied Stuart's face again, and sucked his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I promise not to be offended, and I'll also let you get away with buying me a drink. If only because I get the feeling you'd wind up being the one to get offended if I said no."
Stuart shook his head with a laugh. "Ach, no. After my week, you cannae possibly offend me more than my partner managed to accidentally do. The thing was, it was my own fault to start with, so just makes me feel like an even bigger wanker. It isnae easy to swallow hearing that someone thinks you're mental, half mental. Mental genius. I dinnae know specifically. But if we both buy our drinks, what's the excuse to hit on me then?" he asked with a cheeky glean in his blue eyes.
Thomas chuckled, definitely liking the glint in the other man's eyes. His hand went to the small of his back and he started to guide him towards the busy pub. He wanted to keep a hold on his accidental catch. "Partner? So you're a policeman? I thought there was something about your crowd dispersal skills. Are you going to be less inclined to drink with me when you find out I'm a lawyer."
Stuart paused in the walk to give Thomas a look, but then he started to laugh, shaking his head. "Bloody hell. We get them banged up and you get them off on technicalities. Still, could make for some good angry sex," he mused. Typical, he gets hit on for the first time in weeks and it's a lawyer. He'd never slept with a lawyer before, and he was suddenly wondering if his joke might be reality. It wasn't angry sex he wanted from the guy, though. Just heated in another way. "Aye, I'm a copper. Detective, actually. With the Central London CID."
"My apologies in advance then, Detective," Thomas offered with a smirk. They were soon pressed close together as they made their way through the crowd to the bar. There was a brief thought at the back of his head that maybe Thomas had just stolen Stuart from the partner that thought he was a mental genius, but he pushed it away. Stuart was a big boy, he could tell Thomas to fuck off if he had other plans. "Although if it makes you feel any better, not all my cases are criminal. I can't stand representing gits that clearly need to be behind bars. I'm a little crooked that way."
Stuart rested his elbows on the bar once they got there. "Ach, well, then I'll let you off," he joked, flashing Thomas another smile. "Cannae be having angry sex all the time. We might injure something. So, you're corporate. You're too pristine to be family law, nay offense to family lawyers. It just doesnae pay too big, I hear. Double stitching on your suit says nay family law," he noted with a smirk.
"You really are a detective, aren't you? And you're right. We can't be having angry sex the whole time. It's much better when you pull a muscle during passionate sex." Thomas tried not to wet his lips constantly, but it was hard. It was a reflex when he was attracted to someone, and his thoughts were in less than innocent places. His gaze dipped briefly to Stuart's mouth, and he smirked back. "You're right about the corporate. I'm even worse than a criminal lawyer. I'm in it for the money."
Stuart tilted his head with interest. "You lot are cutthroat," he agreed, still smirking. "Who can blame you for being in it for the cash? It isnae like you didnae work hard to get a reputation you need for big paying clients." He was looking at Thomas closely by now and then he pointed at him. "Thomas Hunt," he finally placed with a nod, not really needing the clarification. He had only been in London six months, but when you're a copper, you get to know things like local big named lawyers pretty damn quickly when the crims start throwing the names around to try and put the wind up you.
"Exactly. I'm taking the benefits while I can. Fuck working like a dog with no payoff. No offence. You policemen, you do it for the moral payoff. I think us lawyers give up that particular reward when we enter law school." Thomas frowned a little before he grinned. "Should I be worried, or flattered that you've just recognised me?"
"Just your name, mate," Stuart reassured him with a laugh. "Actually, I had a perp toss your full title in my face when I was nicking him a few weeks ago. Got a feeling he didnae know you from a bar of soap, but enough to know you must know your stuff. Got him banged up and he ended up with legal aid. So, I'm thinking you only do criminal when your high profile clients get themselves in the shit, aye? You're probably more in contact with the MIU than you would be us lowly DCs."
"I can think of at least one lowly DC I want more than a little contact from," Thomas practically purred against Stuart's ear before ordering them a couple of beers. Thomas wasn't a stranger to public displays of affection, and he'd never gone out of his way to hide his sexuality. He was just aware that cops were involved in a boys club, so he tried to be as subtle as he possibly could with any physical advances he tried on Stuart. For all he knew, the detective wasn't out and didn't want to be. Only the guy didn't seem to have a problem flirting. "One of my tossers - the high paying clients that I really don't give a shit about - managed to get himself nicked while pissing in public. That would be the extent of my current criminal litigation agenda. Impressive, huh?"
Stuart smirked and accepted his drink from the bar man, but flagged him down again, pointing at his glass. "Can I get a glass of water to go with this? Cheers." He turned back to Thomas, leaning on the bar while he took a sip from the pint and licked the froth from his lips. "I really better watch where I take a piss when I'm drunk from now on. But in all seriousness, you can still charge the bloke top dollar whether he's pissing on someone's pansies or rorting the tax system. I'm impressed, and I also dinnae miss filling my days with things like nicking blokes for a random slash in the streets. I was a uniform in Edinburgh, too. You can imagine what we deal with on a Saturday full of sloshed Scots trawling the streets," he laughed.
Thomas chuckled. "Somehow doesn't dampen any fantasies I've been having about Scots lately." He watched the barman set the drink down and frowned. "Shit, I'm sorry. I forgot you were going non-alcoholic. We can get you something else. Also trying really hard not to imagine you patrolling in a kilt. I guess the police force save them for the Tattoo though, right?" Thomas pretended to puff out his chest. "And yes, I charge them top dollar regardless. If they're stupid enough to get caught, and want my services, then they pay for it. Only the wanker missed his scheduled call time, and I was getting horny, so here I am."
Stuart waved his hand dismissively. "It's okay, mate. I'll just go slow." It wasn't lost on him how hot Thomas was, and no doubt about it Stuart was interested enough for a roll in the sack. He wasn't really shy about his sexuality, but he was discreet in public places. Unless he went to a gay bar specifically for the purpose of pulling, and then he had no issues with it because everyone in the room was there for the same thing. He was just conscious that some coppers had issues with other gay coppers. In fact, there were whole clubs against it, usually Christian oriented. It was just better to be discreet, but he figured Thomas would be aware of that. The thing was, Stuart hadn't actually told Gee he was bisexual. It had never come up. She had seen him flirt with females, but the other side of the fence was another story. Man, he really wasn't doing himself any favours. She was just going to think he was a secretive knob. He made a note to buy her lunch the next day and give her another opportunity to interrogate him if she wanted to. If she was witnessing him on the pull now, they would either have a laugh about it, or it would create even more tension between them. "Hey, our cocks and arses would be flashing all over the place if we patrolled in kilts. Rough buggers us Scots. Dinnae take a nicking lying down. Why did you choose law?"
"Kind of why I like imagining you in kilts. And the roughness, is that a promise?" Thomas reached for his own pint and took a healthy sip. Stuart had wanted to go slow, but Thomas wasn't in any need to be kept on duty. Not unless one of his idiot clients got themselves in trouble. He was hoping that they'd all manage to piss in a toilet, and keep it their pants so he could get his out of his pants and into Stuart's. "I'm good at it. I've always been good at talking myself out of trouble, figured I'd make a living at talking everyone else out of it, too. The corporate side of it attracted me in law school. I won't deny I enjoy the status and monetary benefits as we have discussed. I also enjoy going for blood when a client of mine is actually on the right side. Rarely happens, but I savour every moment."
"Only when provoked," Stuart returned mysteriously, his eyes dropping briefly from Thomas' eyes to his lips. The memory of his last one night stand jumped into his head. A waitress from a restaurant in town and as boring as all fuck. He realised he was sparking for a good, hot and heavy shag. The kind where you had to keep a good hold on the bed post so you didn't end up with your head through the wall. If what Thomas was saying was true, Stuart could assume he was the same in the bedroom as he was in court. At least some of the time. He was horny, and he really did want in Thomas' pants, despite not feeling the best earlier on. He prayed the nausea stayed away long enough to at least get in a good fuck before he had to rock up at work the next morning. He nursed his pint close to his chest and tilted his head slightly. "So, how do you go about pulling for a good fuck?" he asked, going straight to the point with another smirk, showing that he was far from shy in the right circumstances.
Thomas shook his head a little as he chuckled. He liked Stuart. The detective really knew how to keep up with him, and Thomas hadn't had that in a while. Most men these days seemed to just fold and let Thomas dominate. Which wasn't a bad thing when he was in the mood, but there was only so much submissiveness he could take. He wished they were in a different setting, because Tom wanted to be more than just subtle with Stuart right then. He arched an eyebrow, moving around a little on the pretense of reaching for the peanuts on the other side of Stuart, and rolled his hips forward so he rubbed right up against Stuart's arse. "Want to come back to my place, Detective, and find out?"
Stuart smirked at the action, and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he merely glanced behind him to Thomas' face. There was definitely a forwardness. Thomas was risking a lot trying to feel up a copper. Stuart could reciprocate just as easily as he could whip out a pair of handcuffs and nick Thomas for assault. That was the last thing on Stuart's mind, though. He wasn't interested in getting Thomas in handcuffs in a professional capacity. He didn't answer at first. He took his mobile phone out and sent Gee a text message that merely said 'smthngs cme up' and then pulled his tie off that was already loosened from earlier and shoved it in the pocket of his jacket. "Think you can handle it, Mr Hunt?" he finally asked.
Thomas shifted back around so he was no longer 'assaulting' Stuart, and popped a peanut into his mouth as he smirked. "I think I can, but if nothing else I know I'll have a lot of fun trying, Detective. So how about it? Sure you want to go head to head with a corporate lawyer?"
"Always did like a good sixty-nine," was Stuart's mischievous reply before he pushed away from the bar, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "Is it Soho, Kensington or Docklands?" he asked in amusement, listing some of London's most expensive post-codes.
"Notting Hill," Thomas chuckled. "And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with Hugh Grant. I prefer Hugh Darcy as far as floppy haired Englishmen go." Thomas downed the rest of his pint quickly and followed Stuart. "Sixty-nine is definitely my favourite number. I'm sure we have a few other things we could follow it up with."
Stuart nodded. "Cute," he teased with a smirk. "I've never fucked in W11 before. Am I dressed okay for the occasion? Oh wait, clothes are optional, aye?" If he managed to get called into work in the next few hours, he was going to get his bitch on. He was more than ready to give a whole new meaning to 'law and order'.
"I'd say clothes are rather frowned upon," Thomas said with his best upperclass accent. "I should have maybe mentioned I'm a partial nudist. Once inside my own home I discard clothes immediately. I'd expect you to respect those rules..." Once they were out in the street again, Thomas immediately went to hail a cab. He might have managed to walk here at the beginning of the evening but there was no way he was wasting any time now. The sooner he could get Stuart's trousers off the better.
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