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It had been another long but productive day at the station, and Jack was more than ready to unwind and spend time with his love. He was all smiles during the drive home and, sure enough, he found Thomas in the garden. Working hard, as usual. He stood there for a moment, watching the man he'd fallen so deeply for, until finally he approached him.
"It looks great here." He wrapped his arms around Thomas' waist from behind and kissed his cheek.
"It looks great here." He wrapped his arms around Thomas' waist from behind and kissed his cheek.
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Jack couldn't stop smiling as he was undressed. Thomas was so careful and loving with it, the look in his eyes making it even better. Once Thomas stood in front of him again, Jack placed Thomas' hand on his chest to let him feel his heart.
"That's all yours now, darling. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed him slowly while undressing him. "I love you, Thomas Barrow."
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It was getting easier to accept that Jack wasn't going anywhere. He smiled, a little redness at hearing Jack say he loved him like that still. "I love you too Jack Robinson."
He reached to turn the water off fornthe bath. "Will you join me?" He asked a little coyly.
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"Absolutely. It's always better together." He climbed into the tub and held out a hand for Thomas. "The water's perfect."
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"Always." He smiled as he took Jack's hand and stepped into the tub to settle in the water with Jack. "Everything is perfect."
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"It is. All the pieces fell into place." Jack smiled while gently beginning to wash Thomas, helping him rid of all the garden dirt.
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"You know I only get extra dirty working in the garden because this is my reward." He smiled, reaching to hold Jack's other hand. It wasn't the only reason. Thomas enjoyed knowing there was fresh food he could cook with for them both. "I can help you when you're done." Because he wanted to touch Jack more.
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"I'd like that." He missed having Thomas' hands on him. He was so amazing with his touches.
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He has some of Mrs Patmore's recipes from his letters which he could try. He'd sent her his thanks for them.
"I'd like it too." He leaned to kiss Jack.
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Jack had grown fond of Mrs. Patmore. He'd never forget what she said to him, about how he made Thomas happy.
"We have all the time in the world now, love." He returned the kiss.
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Even more so when things didn't go the way he always hoped they would. Thomas supported Jack without hesitating. He took the cloth from Jack. "Let me help you now." Soft, slow, caring touches across Jack's chest.
He savored the kiss. He always did. He gave a happy sigh as he moved. His back to Jack's chest. Resting his long healed hand out over the side as he closed his eyes a moment just listening ot Jack's breathing.
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His fingers danced along Thomas' arm while he planted light kisses beneath his ear and on his shoulder.
"This is the best view anyone could ask for," he murmured near Thomas' ear.
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He turned his hand over and caught Jack's hand, threading their fingers together. Leaning his head back against Jack's shoulder. Then he glanced at Jack with a little smile. Finally moving their hands back into the water, resting on Thomas' leg.
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He smiled back while caressing his lover's leg, his gaze turning a bit darker. "I could help you relax even more."
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He turned his head to look at Jack, his eyes dark with the desire for his love. "Touch me Jack."
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"With pleasure Thomas." He nuzzled his neck with his lips and kissed it.
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He sighed happily at Jack's gentle touch and kissed. "Perfect..." He had his head back against Jack's shoulder.
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He loved feeling Thomas get hard in his hand, which aroused him more.
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Thomas's breath caught.
"You would cause a scandal." He managed, a little choked. Not that he was objecting to that at all.
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He liked toying with the idea of claiming his boyfriend in the garden, but only if it were truly safe.
"That's true," he smirked. "Detective Inspector Robinson making passionate love to his stunning boyfriend, former butler of Downton, right in their garden."
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"Oh shaming the house from all the way across the world." He leaned back again against Jack with a happy moan. "Oh that is something I could be proud of." With Jack. And only with Jack.
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"I'd be proud of it, too. Only with you, love." He nipped his lover's shoulder playfully while his other hand joined in to fondle his balls.
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With that Thomas could only groan again at how good Jack was with his hands, he knew what Thomas wanted or needed, the detective intuition was a blessing for Thomas.
"Are you going to let me finish here or would you like to take this to bed?" Thomas would be happy with either. But the latter meant he'd make sure Jack got the attention he was dying to lavish upon him.
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With both his hands, Jack made sure to stimulate Thomas in all the ways he knew he'd like. His intuition truly came in handy here.
"Bed sounds good. I miss having your hands on me." Among other things. He moved so he could kiss Thomas on the lips.
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He kissed Jack again before carefully climbing out of the bath. His turn to hold a hand out to help Jack out.
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"You look incredible, Thomas," he murmured while leading him into bed, deciding to use his mouth to continue what his hands started. Slowly kissing down Thomas' body, eyes dark as he looked at him.
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