With Thomas, Jack could be open and honest. It was so easy to talk to him, and the wordless stuff was perfect as well. They could speak to each other with simple gestures.

Another groan escaped his lips as Jack grasped at the couch, his other hand on Thomas' head as he came. He rocked his hips lazily while riding it out. There was a playful smile on his face as he looked at his husband.

"The special constable really likes you," he chuckled.