Tom was now sitting on the edge of the bed he shared with Stuart, looking at his fiancé in amusement. He'd gotten Stuart out of his clothes on the pretext of him being far more comfortable that way, and now he could see the bandages applied to his arse and near his groin. He was pretty sure Stuart hadn't been shot there otherwise he would very much ( Read more... )

The only reason Ethan even put the kettle on while he waited for Tom to arrive was to give him something to do rather than just sit there and wait. The rest of the apartment was empty, Ethan opting to take the day off work while Sophie, Neil and Renee were still over at Liam's. Sophie had called late last night to tell him what had happened, but ( Read more... )

I need to talk to you. When can you come around?

It's urgent.

Alright, I know I've been a twat, but there were... extenuating circumstances.

In my pants.

I really am sorry. Feel free to make me wear a glittery thong through the city centre. Anything to make it up to you.

There is something really important I need to tell you - then you can just go back to ignoring me.

Stuart was sprawled out on the sofa in just his dressing gown, a packet of Gummi Bears sitting next to him as he randomly channel-surfed through the many SkyTV channels looking for something halfway decent to watch. He only had half a day at work that day, his surgeon reluctant to let him back full time initiatially so he didn't get the urge to do ( Read more... )

Stuart was lying on the sofa when he heard the front door open, soon followed by sounds of someone in the kitchen up the hall. He had been sucking on a disgusting tasting throat lozenge that Braden had gotten him from Boots before he left to pick Jules and Kenzie up from the shops in the city. The bloody throat thing did nothing and just left his ( Read more... )

When Ethan was groggily pulled from the deep sleep he had managed to fall into - somehow - with his face squished against the bathroom vanity, the first things he became aware of was that he not only had a fucking sore neck, but he also had the numbest, sorest arse in history. With a pained groan, he pulled himself back up into a sitting position ( Read more... )

If there was one reason to get the fuck out of London above any other, it was the weather. It was unpredictable, even if the middle of summer, and even though it had been an overcast and dry night when Stuart entered Heathrow Airport just a couple of hours earlier, by the time he burst out of the revolving doors towards the taxi bay, it was pouring ( Read more... )

It was Thursday night, and Ethan had been up to his eyeballs in work since he walked in the door at six am. It had been one thing after another, and now, nearing eight pm, he finally stopped, slumping back in his leather office chair with a heavy sigh of relief. Most of his staff had gone home now, save for the ones still wanting to burn the candle ( Read more... )

When Vee dropped the little bombshell about Stuart, all Jess could do was stand in her office and just gape. She realised she must have looked like a complete wanker, and by the time her brain kicked in again through the shock to think of words to say, Vee had taken a business call and was veering back out into the hall of Hunt & Associates to get ( Read more... )