RS/A man in uniform

[thegentlemanthug]

An uneasy truce develops between Drake and Reid, until the Inspector seems to forget the incident and subject them to his usual moods.

So when Drake is called to the Inspector's office, he has no idea what to expect.

"The incident with the jail cells," Reid begins.

"Sir." Drake's voice holds a warning note. He had hoped it had gone away for good.

"It seems you conduct did not go unnoticed."

Drake's jaw tenses. "Inspector, I can-"

"You're being given a commendation. For exemplary conduct. I suggest you find your uniform, Sergeant. There will be a fête outside the station this evening. I expect a couple of Parliamentary members at the very least."

In a daze, Drake exits the office and almost walks straight past his lover in his shock.

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[thegentlemanthug]

Drake grins and kisses him back.

"S'nice," he says.

[thirstforvice]

"'s not meant to be nice..." Matthew grumbles, pulling away as the carriage slows to a halt.

"C'mon, inside with you."

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake gives some money to the driver, and stumbles up to their front door.

Mrs Ramsay does not open it tonight, and he imagines she has made herself scarce. He grins.

"House to ourselves."

[thirstforvice]

"Straight upstairs," Matthew does his best to sound commanding as he fumbles with his own set of keys, letting them in through the front door.

"Straight to bed."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Is that an order, Captain?" Drake teases, leaning drunkenly against the doorframe and admiring his doctor's arse.

[thirstforvice]

"It is, Sergeant," Matthew nods, straightening his back, trying to play up to the role he has given himself.

"Quick march."

[thegentlemanthug]

His body jerks upright before his brain's thought it through, his legs already rushing to obey the command.

"Sir," he says, a twitch of a smile as he warms to the game.

[thirstforvice]

"Go on, then," Matthew grins, struggling to keep character.

"I said quick."

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake's grin is positively insubordinate.

"Or you'll punish me, sir?" he teases.

[thirstforvice]

"I will. And you won't like it. So go on."

Matthew doesn't have the first clue what he could do that Bennet won't like, but he hopes he doesn't have to make good on his threat.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet tries not to laugh at his lover's idea of command and crowds him against the wall. "I think you might have a mutiny, sir."

[thirstforvice]

"No..." Matthew protests weakly, trying to remember how this has gone before, when the tables have been turned and he's been stood where Bennet is now.

Moving his hands to frame Bennet's face, he kisses him, hard and desperate, before pulling away and holding Bennet firm, refusing him any further kissing.

[thegentlemanthug]

In his drunken state, Drake is puzzled at the sudden pressure on his face, Matthew holding him at arm's length.

"What?"

[thirstforvice]

"Do you want me to kiss you again, Sergeant Drake?" Matthew asks, slow and deliberate, keeping Bennet firmly at arm's length. He knows Bennet could easily overpower him, if he so chose, but hopes that he wants to play this game as much as he does.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake pushes at the hands, testing the strength of his captor. "You know I do," he says, eager for more.

[thirstforvice]

"Then get yourself upstairs and on our bed, soldier. Or you'll have nothing more from me."

Matthew tries his absolute best to look stern and serious as can be, considering the amount of alcohol in his veins.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake gawps slightly.

Then, he straightens and, with perfectly-spaced steps, ascends the stairs and sits rigidly on the end of their bed.

[thirstforvice]

Grinning at his own skill, Matthew follows a few steps behind, standing over Bennet as he sits on the bed.

Leaning over, he rewards his lover with a scorching kiss.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet kisses back passionately, reaching up for his lover and seeking to drag him down to their bed.

[thirstforvice]

"No." Matthew forces himself to pull back and away, as desperately as he wants to be pulled down. Tonight, he is command of this beautiful man in his beautiful uniform.

"Did I say you could do that?"

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake's brain takes a moment to catch up with why the kissing has stopped.

"I need...permission?" he asks, bemused.

[thirstforvice]

"Yes," Matthew answers.

"Or are you not a soldier, Sergeant?"

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake straightens on the bed, a hungry glint in his eye but doing as he's commanded - for now.

"Sir, yes sir."

[thirstforvice]

"Good," Matthew nods, realising that he now has to give another order.

"You can touch me. Undress me." He wants to keep that uniform on Drake as long as possible.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake stands and makes quick work of Matthew's jacket, braces and shirt, as far as his hands will allow. The orders have a remarkably sobering effect and soon his hands are resting over his lover's belt.