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]

"Not so bad yourself," Bennet says, capturing his lover's lips in a kiss.

"I reckon we should do that again sometime."

[thirstforvice]

"Sometime," Matthew agrees, voice gruff and hoarse.

"Not now. Too old."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet laughs quietly against his lover's cheek.

"Now who's the old man?"

[thirstforvice]

"I'm still obscenely too young for you," Matthew grins, pulling away from his lover at last to lie at his side instead.

"You're a cradle-snatcher."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet aches at the loss, his body already starting to feel his lover's hard use of his old bones.

"I'm acting like your patron now, am I?"

[thirstforvice]

Matthew laughs, closing his eyes as he settles into his lover's side.

"That'd suggest I was some penniless reliant."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Only a kept boy," Bennet says, preferring his words direct.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew is fast drifting off to sleep at Bennet's side.

"If that's what you want to call me, darlin'."