The Green Man Addendum
by elfin
Standing in the kitchen window, Joyce glanced and smiled at her
daughter next to her. Outside in the garden, Tom and Troy sat
side by side on the swing seat in the glow of the garden lights, still
sipping from the champagne flutes.
"What's Dad going to do?" Cully asked softly.
Joyce hesitated. "What do you say to a G&T or two at the Fox
and Hounds?"
It was a few seconds before the two questions linked in Cully's
mind. "You've spoken to him?" She asked, incredulous.
She sighed. "He was so upset. I don't think he'd quite let
himself believe it until Gavin's promotion came through."
Cully wrapped her arm around her mother's waist. "Typical man,
living in denial."
"I couldn't watch him tear himself apart, at least not without trying."
"You really love him."
"He's my husband. Come on, let's give them some privacy.
Either way, Tom'll need it."
There was nothing more to say. Troy's last night in Causton and
he'd chosen to spend it with his guv'nor and family. He'd already
said goodbye to the friends he had in Midsomer, had spent the day
driving around the villages visiting people, hugging.
He was lost in thoughts of at least two aborted hugs from Barnaby when
his hand, lying on the cushioned seat between them, was taken.
Big, warm fingers curled around his own and Troy turned his head to
find the older man was still staring out into the darkness of the
garden beyond the abandoned half-cleared picnic table.
He waited, and when Tom didn't let go of his hand, he turned it
returning the gesture.
They sat for some time, hands held loosely, but strangely not
awkwardly, before Barnaby spoke.
"I'd like to give you a going-away present."
A little slow he might have been, but Troy wasn't naïve. The
mutual attraction had been there for some time now but as 'master' and
'slave' whatever they might have wanted hadn't been appropriate and had
never been voiced.
But it was different now. Troy was an inspector. He was
also leaving for good.
Tom tugged on Gavin's hand and the younger man stood, leaning down to
put his glass on the patio before moving to stand between his chief's
legs.
Disposing of his own drink, Tom took Troy's other hand too, holding on,
admiring the sight. "I've wanted you for so long."
Troy's fingers brushed Tom's, possessively, up and down.
"I'm yours."
Holding both the older man's hands, he moved the left one slowly across
to his belly, then down to the edge of his T-shirt and up under it,
sighing softly when hot fingers spread over his skin.
"God, Gavin...."
Tom stroked higher, fingertips teasing one hard nipple then the
other. But it wasn't nearly enough now he could touch.
Letting go his other hand, he slid his fingers up Troy's sleeve,
tickling the fine hairs while he leaned forward, reached his arm around
the slim waist and drew the young man closer.
Troy went, kneeling carefully either side of Tom's legs, up on the
thick padding of the seat. Combing his fingers through Tom's
thinning hair he felt strong arms wind around him. Slowly he went
closer, covering Tom's mouth with his own, welcoming the hot tongue
into his mouth when it slid over his.
Longings released, each man wrapped himself in the other.
The freedom to explore the incredible body at his fingertips was
swiftly addictive. Tom's hands were everywhere, tracing the
gentle curve of Gavin's spine, the ridges of his ribs, the flat stomach
and slight swell of his ass at the waistband of his jeans.
With a strangled moan, Troy deepened the kiss, doing some exploring
himself while his fingers made light work of the buttons on Tom's shirt.
Only when his hands met the barrier of a belt did he lift his mouth
from his lover's and start a trail along the lightly stubbled
jaw.
"After this," he murmured softly, "I might not want to go."
He felt Tom's hands clutch at him momentarily.
"Then don't."
As serious as the snippets of conversation might have been, for now
they would hang between them.
Troy shifted back and stood up, unfastening the belt of his jeans, then
his fly. He never took his eyes from the intense blue regard that
held him as he pushed the denim over his hips and stepped from it,
kicking the trousers across the stone flags. Only when he
followed them with his boxer shorts did Tom's eyes flick down from his
for just a moment.
Troy smiled wickedly, fingers brushing his own aching erection,
imagining he saw his chief lick his lips just briefly.
He crouched down then, unashamedly parting his legs to balance himself
as he unfastened Tom's fly and eased trousers and briefs over strong
thighs, round knees and muscled shins, finally discarding them behind
him.
Troy's eyes widened and for a moment the idea of taking the substantial
erection inside him scared him a little. Tom wasn't a small
man. But he wanted this. More than anything else he'd been
offered over the last few days - his career and his future - he wanted
Tom to lay claim to him once and for all.
He shifted on the balls of his feet, moving between Tom's knees,
wetting his lips, eyes locked on his rosy goal. But before he
could slide his mouth over the hard shaft a finger insinuated itself
under his chin and his head was lifted.
"Be sure, Gavin, please." There was a desperation underlying the
words that touched Troy deeply.
"You know I'm sure. I always have been."
Slowly, he took Tom's hand in his own and took it to one side, holding
it as he mouthed Tom's cock and swallowed experimentally around the
head.
Tom dropped his head back, groaning roughly. He kept a hold of
Troy's hand, carding his free fingers through the red/brown hair, the
short, soft tufts like plush velvet. But as good as it was, he'd
wanted Troy too long to hold out.
He reached behind him, between the cushion and the metal frame of the
swing, and found the small tube he'd hidden there earlier that evening.
Troy felt the movement and rose up on aching legs, moving back to kneel
on the swing either side of his lover's thighs. It was a
vulnerable position and Tom's preparation was incredibly intimate, his
fingers lavishing the gel over the tight ring of muscle at Troy's anus.
Gavin's heart was hammering when some of the gel was squeezed onto his
fingers for him to apply to Tom's cock. He touched reverently,
covering from crown to base, gripping tightly just once.
Tom growled and dumped the tube, encouraging Troy to scoot forward and
lean back slightly. It was a difficult position, especially for
two men who had only fantasised about the reality of this, but Gavin
soon felt the engorged head of Tom's erection pushing rudely between
his cheeks.
Tom's hands on his hips directed him down and with a sharp, painful
press, that thick crown penetrated him. He tried to bite back a
cry of pain and only partially succeeded.
"Gavin.... You're incredible.... So damn tight...."
He wanted to respond, convince his lover that it had more to do with
the girth of his manhood, but he couldn't speak. He could barely
pull in enough air to stay conscious.
With one hand cradling Troy's left buttock, Tom pushed up slightly,
going deeper, stretching as slowly as he could.
Breathless, Troy endured the pressure inside him, keeping very still,
each movement causing his body to flare with pain.
"Relax." Tom whispered the word like a mantra, over and over,
fingers of one hand ghosting over Troy's neck and shoulders while the
other still supported him.
Finally Troy's body consciously took the advice and he breathed out in
a long, steady breath, sinking down as he did, taking Tom completely
inside of him.
Tom's eyes closed. He removed his supporting palm from Troy's ass
and brushed it firmly over a trembling thigh.
A sob broke from Gavin's throat and Tom's leaned in to kiss him
there. "Ssh."
"It's.... Oh, God.... Tom...."
"I know." He did. It was everything he'd imagined and more,
because Troy's eyes were bright with unshed tears, his lips - swollen
from the kiss - were parted, begging silently to be kissed. He
was more beautiful, slowly moving in Tom's lap, than any fantasy could
have foreseen.
Eyes fixed on his lover's mouth, leaning forward with difficulty,
wanting to kiss the tempting mouth. But instead of the tender
contact he'd intended, he caused Gavin to utter a long moan of
pain.
"I'm sorry," he gasped out, stilling, holding Troy in place for a long
time, an eternity it seemed.
And then Gavin rose up, thighs taut as he did, ass tight around Tom's
cock. He lifted slowly off until he could feel just the crown
tucked inside him. Then he dropped down, head back, howling as
Tom's cock hit his prostate and the pleasure surged through him.
He needed no more encouragement. Tom hung on, stroking, muttering
words of encouragement and adoration as he was ridden, sweat beading on
his forehead and chest.
When Troy leaned in to lick the moisture from the hollow of his throat,
Tom came hard, buried deep inside his lover's body.
He belatedly wrapped one shaking hand around Gavin's cock but the grip
was all it took and a moment later he felt the warm ribbons of semen
hit his wrist.
Troy sank forward, arms wrapping around Tom's neck as he was enveloped
in a tight embrace.
And for a long time, neither spoke.
Tom rubbed Gavin's back in long, soothing strokes. Kissing the
sweat-damp skin of his neck and shoulders.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly.
The head rested against his own lifted. "Yeah." But Gavin
moved carefully, Tom's cock slipping from him as he slid to one side,
one leg stretching over Tom's lap as he sank down onto the cushion.
Despite still wearing his T-shirt and jacket, he shivered once,
dropping his head tiredly against the older man's shoulder.
Arm around Gavin's shoulders, Tom tapped him gently. "Pass me the
rug."
Feigning effort, Troy turned to see a thick, folded rug on the end of
the swing seat. He dragged it over them both, snuggling into
Tom's arms, feeling that he deserved it a bit of TLC. His whole
body ached, one part in particular protesting the unfamiliar treatment.
"Does Joyce know? I'm assuming they went out."
"See! We'll make a detective of you yet."
Troy was too comfortable to move. Instead he dug his fingers into
Tom's ribs.
"Ah!" Tom tried to shift away but his lover blocked any movement
and his heart wasn't in it. Gavin was too warm, too
welcome. "Yes, Joyce knows. Cully too, probably.
Don't worry. You're family, Gavin. They love you.
Almost as much as I do."
Troy did lift his head then, taken by surprise as much by the kiss
quickly dropped to his lips as he was by the words spoken.
"Do you?"
Tom sighed, combing his fingers through Gavin's hair playfully.
"Very much."
"Oh." Troy settled his head again. "Can I... I don't
suppose...." He trailed off, uncertainly.
"Can you what?"
"Nothing. Sorry, I'm not thinking straight."
"Ask!"
"I was going to say can I stay. But I know...."
Tom's arms tightened around him as he interrupted, "You think I'd
do that to you and then kick you out?"
"I.... Joyce and Cully...."
Tom chuckled. "I never could teach you faith. Of course you
can stay. Here, tonight. And at Causton CID for as long as
you want."
There was a pause. "You were serious?"
"You think I want you to disappear up North? You belong here."
"Do you need an Inspector?"
"I need you. And before you ask, no I didn't do this just to tie
you here."
Gavin closed his eyes, smiling contentedly. "The thought never
crossed my mind."
fin
elfin
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