When our lips touched. part 19.

When our lips touched.

Part 19. chapter 4.

"Aye...,"

"What time is it, Darling?"

"It's late, Mum, half four...,"

"Oh really,"

"Yeah, come, Puppy, let's go take a shower,"

Simon walks over to John's side of the bed and extends his arm gesturing for him to take hold. He rejects his hand and gradually gets up by himself finding his balance and taking hold of the towering man's arm before him.

"Careful, Johnny, best to let Simon help you for the next few days,"

"He's just stubborn, Mum,"

"Oi..., I'm standing right here, Si,"

Simon grins mischievously at the shorter man before him as he curls his arm around his waist and leads him to the door.

"You're walking better today, Puppy,"

"Aye, feeling good,"

They reach the stare case as John glances up at the second floor, the feeling of regret somewhat clouds his mind not wanting to climb the towering stairs. He sighs heavily and mutters gibberish before hurriedly taking a few steps up the stairs.

"Hey..., slow down, Puppy,"

"Just want to get it over with..., although it's not that bad, Si,"

He takes another step and another realising the previous pain in his leg is no longer holding him back as he continues up the stairs Simon follows shortly after with a grin curled over his face shaking his head at the energetic man before him. Not too soon John reaches the top of the stares and Simon shortly after, he's slightly out of breath as he leans towards the wall on the opposite side of the corridor as the towering man makes his way to him curling his arm around his waist and gently pulling him into his person.

"Oi..., come closer, don't want the other to hear...,"

Simon leans down, bringing his head closer to Him as John whispers, and cups his hand before his ear.

"I'm gonna suck your cock dry...,"

"God..., you hungry again aren't you, Puppy?"

"Starving...,"

John grins wickedly as Simon pulls away from him receiving an overly eager toothy smile. He takes Simon's hand into his own and leads him to their shared bathroom making their way down the corridor and through Simon's old room to his bathroom. Barely inside John pulls Simon aggressively into the room and slams the door shut behind them locking it securely before facing him, He smirks wickedly as a glint forms in his eyes leaning down to his as he receives help from the towering man before him.

He curls his fingers around Simon's waistband withdrawing the dark fabric from his waist greedily before curling his lips around the tip of his cock taking his slackened girth with ease.

"Bloody hell, Johnny, you're a beast,"

"Deprived of you, Si,"

He continues sucking aggressively as the room fills with the echoes of Simon's cock gliding past John's lips his cock hardens intensely as his tip bobbed in the back of his throat. His sucking intensifies as he curls his hands around Simon's rear grasping the muscular globes and pinching them tight in his palms.

"Fuck..., Johnny...,"

"Uh hmmm...,"

"You're a marvel...,"

John pulls back allowing Simon's cock to fall from his mouth and swoon side to side before coming to a still and taking hold of his shaft jerking his girth intensely before sliding his hand to the base pressing the skin back allowing his girth to lengthen as he glides his tongue along his shaft before slipping it back into his mouth swirling his tongue aggressively along his frenulum.

Simon's hips jerk back as the pleasurable sensation overwhelms him entirely, his legs tremble slightly as the man leaning before him takes hold of his globes once more squeezing intensely as his mouth glides back and forth along his cock as drool ooze from his lips and drip along his chin to his chest. his pace comes to a halt as he sits back and glances up at the hypnotic man above him. he leans back further bringing his legs to the front of him lying back on the cold tiles spreading his legs wide and exposing his rim.

"Eat me, Si?"

"Happily, Puppy..., however, promise me you'll tell me if it hurts?"

"Aye, I swear,"

Simon grins mischievously as he bends down and rests on his knees before bringing himself down to John's rear. he proceeds to pepper kisses along his inner thigh making his way gradually to his testicles taking one into his mouth and sucking gently before realising and moving down to his cleft and burying his face between his fleshy globes. He swirls his tongue in circular motions toying with his entrance before slipping his tongue past his rim.

The sensation of Simon's tongue overwhelms him entirely as heavy moans pass over his lips, his toes curl into himself and the pleasure shoots through his system by the wonders of Simon's tongue.

"God, Si, You're gonna make me come,"

"Point..., innit?"

Simon continues as he takes hold of John's hard cock as he jerks gradually fastening his pace. he pulls away from his Cleft before giving him one last aggressive lick between his cheeks making him squirm with pleasure. He moves away taking hold of John's cock with his lips sliding over his tongue letting it bobble against the back of his throat as he recoils jerking his head back and forth. John's moans intensify as the towering man before him sucks him relentlessly bringing forth his ultimate climax, his hips jerk aggressively as a heavy loud moan pass from his lungs as his seed leaks from his tip into Simon's mouth before thick ropes of pearly white slick discharges and ooze past Simon's lips and pools on his stomach running past his gonads and down his cleft.

Simon works fast licking his spend collecting every pearly drop from his person before moving back down to his globes and reburying his face as he continues and presses wet open mouth kisses to his rim.

"Foking hell, Si, you're too good to me,"

"Need to get it out of your system, Love," 

John Smiles wickedly as he lies back on the cold tiles with his head pressed down on the floor while his eyes fall shut as Simon continues massaging his rim with his tongue. He pulls back and pauses for a moment contemplating if he should give in to his desires, he leans forward and presses a kiss to John's stomach while taking hold of the base of his cock holding it firmly before massaging the tip along his rim and letting it slide gradually within his person. John gasps in surprise as the other man's pulsating thick cock glides within him.

"You alright, Love?"

"Aye..., didn't expect this today,"

"Tell me if it hurts, promise me, Puppy,"

"I will, I swear,"

Simon begins thrusting his hips at a steady slow pace as he is positioned over the exhausted man beneath him he stares him deep into his piercing blue eyes before leaning forward and locking their lips together. they breathe heavily into each other as John's legs curl around Simon as he caresses his fingers along his scars. his thrust fastens slightly as his hips jerk into John's person as he remains cautious not wanting to hurt him. A few minutes pass as the two men remain in each other's arms Simon's thrusts remain at a gentle steady pace as his climax gradually creeps up on him. He leans forward bringing himself closer to John as he whispers deeply into his ear

"I'm coming, Puppy,"

"Come in me, Si,"

Simon sprouts a heavy wicked smile as he presses a kiss into John's neck thrusting slightly faster recoiling his hips in fast rapid pumps as his climax overwhelms him entirely, he dischards a heavy thick rope of pearly white slick into John filling the cavity to the maximum. He remains inside of him for a moment catching his breath before withdrawing and sitting up on his knees letting his heavy swollen cock glide from the comatic man beneath him as his spend instantaneously oozes from his rim pooling beneath his fleshy globes.

"Such a good boy, Puppy,"

"Woof...,"

"What the fuck, Johnny,"

"What you called me good boy,"

Simon giggles deeply shaking his head slightly at him before lying down next to John breathing slightly less heavily than moments before resting peacefully on the cold tiles with his eyes closed.

"You alright, Johnny?"

"Perfectly, Si,"

"You don't hurt?"

"No..., Just a bit tired,"

"Same..., Should stay in...,"

"No, we promised your Uncle we would go,"

Simon turns his head facing the man next to him as his eyes flutter open, he's met with John's ocean-blue eyes glancing over at him. He smiles weakly as he leans forward pressing his lips against John's sharing an intimate kiss, they remain in the same position for a few minutes as they remain intertwined within each other arms with their lips locked.

Simon sighs heavily withdrawing himself from the other man, He runs his index along his jaw gracefully sprouting a weak smile before returning to his feet extending his arm to John and drawing him back to his feet taking care not to stir his torso, He curls his arm around his torso and pulling him into his person planting kisses along his neck as he runs his hand down his spine and taking hold of his arse cheek gently squeezing the fleshy globe.

John smiles broadly leaning his head back as Simon continues peppering kisses on his neck.

"Si we should really be gett...,"

"shhh..., Just a few more minutes, Puppy,"

"Si...,"

Simon presses his index to John's lips as he smiles broadly pressing one last kiss to his forehead before withdrawing from him. He proceeds to take out one of his old shirts from the laundry basket and clean up their previous spend from the floor before tossing the dark fabric back into the bin, he curls his arm around John and leads him to the shower. Simon turns on the water letting it heat up before getting in gently dragging John in behind him.

Simon curls his hand around John's waist and gently presses his palm over his stitches protecting the area from the cascading water.

"Oi..., what are you doing, Simon?"

"Forgot your plaster, need to cover it, does it hurt?"

"A little bit..., not too serious,"

John smiles broadly as he leans back into Simon resting his head in the crook of his neck as the towering man gently brushes his free hand over his belly letting the warm water wash their previous escapades away, they stand contently locked together in each other arms as the warm droplets flow over the exhausted bodies while Simon keeps his palm over John's side sheltering him.

"Not too soon Simon turns the water off and gradually gets out taking hold of the towel he used the previous day and wrapping it around John's shoulder gently patting his side dry before rubbing his arms warmly and taking hold of the spare towel and tossing it over his own shoulders rubbing it vigorously along his person. he leads John to the sink and unhooks the hairdryer and nudges the button turning the machine on letting the warm wind flow over their drying bodies.

They stand contently as John leans into Simon closing his eyes as the towering man curls his arm around him holding him up steadily. He rotates the buzzing machine between them as the warm breeze flows and the noise brings a smile to John's face as he rests against Simon. The towering man presses a kiss to his scalp as he brushes his palm along his waist. They stand for a few more minutes before Simon turns the hairdryer off returning it to its hook before recoiling the towel from his shoulders and wrapping it around his waist securing it tightly around his hips, he presses a kiss to his belly as he glances up into his blue eyes as he receives an enduring smile before returning to his straight posture and wrapping his own towel around himself and taking John's hand into his own.

He proceeds to lead him out of the bathroom through their previous room, down the corridor and finally down the stairs, John walks with ease taking each step down the stairs with little to no pain. Soon they reach the sitting room and enter the room and are met with Price and Gaz already dressed and ready to go.

"You alright, Lad..., you two were gone a while,"

"Aye, I'm fine, Dad...,"

"Simon?"

"Yeah..., he's fine,"

Simon winks at Price and he receives a nod in return as Price understands the situation.

"Dad would you mind helping, Johnny get dressed, Gaz you with me..."

"sure thing, Simon,"

"I'm not helping you get dressed, Lt...,"

"Just follow me..., that's an order,"

Gaz looks at Price and receives a raised eyebrow with a nod.

"Fine, if you insist,"

Simon smiles broadly somewhat enjoying the feeling of still having control over Gaz, he exits the room and the shorter man follows him shortly after.

"Lt..., what's this about?"

"Need your help with something, Sarge,"

"What?"

He remains silent for a moment somewhat uncomfortable at the question he needs to ask.

"Need help with my hair...,"

Gaz giggles to himself curling his palm over his sprouting smile.

"Wait... you're serious?"

"Yes...,"

"Okay then..., let's go fix you up, just get dressed first,"

"Alright, where's my Mother?"

"Kitchen with your Uncle,"

"Thanks..., wait here will be back ASAP,"

he sprints to the kitchen leaving Gaz in the corridor by himself, he enters the kitchen and interrupts the conversation taking place between Margret and Patrick.

"Mum..., the clothes I wore when, John came for dinner, where is it?"

"Hello, darling, It's on top of the dryer..., I'll get it for you,"

"Thank you, Mum,"

She walks to the far end of the room near the back door retrieves Simon's clothes and returns handing him his dark clothing, he returns her a toothy smile before exiting the room and sprints down the corridor.

"Okay, let's go, Sarge,"

 They hurry up the stairs to Simon's old room. they enter and close the door behind them. Simon unwraps his towel and drops it to the floor dressing in his pants hurringly unbothered by the other man standing a few feet away from him.

"Jesus, Lt, comfortable much?"

"Oh please, you bloody held it this morning seeing more of it is no big deal,"

Gaz averts his gaze somewhat annoyed at the half-naked man before him feeling slightly embarrassed at himself. Simon continues dressing himself drawing the button-up shirt over his shoulders and rebuttoning it before adjusting the fit around his waist.

"Okay..., dressed, can you fix my hair now please, Sarge,"

"Yeah, how do you want it, Lt?"

"Donno..., Just make it nice...,"

Simon proceeds and makes his way to the desk and retrieves the chair before returning to the bathroom. He sits the chair down before the sink and unhooks the hairdryer.

"Hey, Sarge..., you coming?"

"I'm coming, relax, Lt, jeez haven't seen you worked up like this before,"

"Shut up, Kyle..., s-sorry..., Johnny likes it when I dress up, I don't do the whole dressing up thing much, he fixed my hair the last time... just want to look good for him,"

"It's alright, Lt..., I get that, here I'll show you how to do your hair..., my Mother was a hairdresser and Picked up a few tricks over my younger years,"

"Thanks, Sarge..., I appreciate it,"

Gaz proceeds and takes the hairdryer from Simon, he first blowdries his hair completely drying it before running his fingers through his messy locks. He hands Simon the dryer and returns to the bedroom returning shortly with a red container containing hair gel.

"Okay..., Lt, you use this it's a stronghold for most hair types..., it works for my hair as well..., you use this much,"

He continues explaining to Simon as he rubs the product into his hands before brushing his fingers through his hair and working it into his locks. 

"Here look what I'm doing..., you scrunch your fingers like so into your hair then rub it in aggressively like this, work it backwards like so before using a comb and parting it on the right side of your head, along this line brush messily dry it with the dryer on low heat keeping the dryer about thirty centimetres following the style, got that, Lt?"

"Yes..., got it...,"

Gaz takes hold of the comb draws it through Simon's locks and styles it as he explained it a few moments before setting the style in place and taking the dryer from Simon once more rotating it over the part as he graciously brushes his fingers through his locks adding a bit of hight to his hair as he continues blowdrying.

Not too soon Gaz turns the buzzing machine off and adds the last bits of touches to his hair before withdrawing himself from Simon.

"What do you think, Lt?"

"Looks good, Gaz..., thank you..., much appreciated,"

"That's alright, Simon, Have to take care of my former Lieutenant,"

Gaz smiles broadly sprouting a toothy smile as he taps both hands on Simon's shoulder.

"Thanks, Gaz,"

"No problem, Lt,"

He remains silent for a moment before retracting his hand from the man sitting before him as his smile weakens.

"Simon..., it's good seeing you like this...,"

"Like what?"

"Like..., you know, somewhat of your older self, you know before Soap joined,"

"I see..., thanks, Mate,"

"If I can be blunt with you, Simon..., After he joined and you retracted yourself from us I was hurt, It took me a while to get used to you being the way you were, always rude and cut off..., I missed my friend you know, the awkward funny guy...,"

Simon remains seated as he stares into the mirror at the troubled man behind him, the uncomfortable words flowing from his lips and recognizing the pain in his voice overwhelms his mind as the guilt takes over.

"Kyle..., I'm sorry I did that to you..., at the time when Johnny joined..., I didn't expect to feel about him the way I did, I didn't know how to control myself around him..., I just cut myself off from all of you,"

"Not Price, Though...,"

Simon remains silent for a moment lowering his head as a heavy breath passes over his lips.

"I don't know what to say to you, Gaz..., there is no excuse for how I acted around any of you, that morning Price introduced him to us I felt something I've never felt before, I didn't know it was love but it turned out it was..., I didn't know I was gay, I mean I've never been with someone in that way like I am with Johnny..., He was my first,"

"You're first..., you mean you lost you're virginity to Soap?"

"Yes...,"

Gaz stares at the sulking man before him in disbelief feeling somewhat grateful for his honesty, he takes a step and positions himself next to Simon kneeling into a squat gripping the man before him's knee and squeezing firmly as a smile curls over his face.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Simon, I appreciate it..., good to have you back,"

Simon sprouts a weak smile as he averts his gaze to Gaz curling his palm over his hand and gripping him tight.

"Come let's go, Simon, time to surprise your future husband...,"

"Thanks, Gaz...,"

"No problem, Lt,"

Gaz returns to his feet before taking hold of Simon's shoulder and squeezes sharply before walking out of the room. Simon remains seated for a few moments staring at his reflection sprouting a little to no smile before standing up taking hold of the chair and carrying it back to the desk. Gaz waits for him by the open door smiling broadly before stepping out of the room as Simon follows soon after. They walk side by side soon reaching the staircase, Gaz walks down first hurriedly making his way to the door of the sitting room waiting impatiently for Simon to arrive.

"Bloody hell, Lt, why don't you walk any slower?"

"No rush, Sarge...,"

He shakes his head in annoyance observing the towering man impatiently walk down the stairs taking his time purposly.

"Okay I'm here...,"

"Finally, took you sweet ass time, didn't you..., Lt,"

Simon grins wickedly as the shorter man before him turns his back to him and walks into the room. Simon remains in the corridor for a moment as he listens to the introduction given by Gaz.

"Introducing..., Simon Riley...,"

He smiles broadly somewhat embarrassed before walking into the room and are met with the overly eager eyes of John and Price.

"You look good, Si,"

"Nicely done, Lad,"

John gets up gradually from the bed and walks over to Simon as an overly eager smile curls over his face. He's met with a weak toothy smile as Simon curls his arms around his waist holding him tight in his arms before he meets with an adoring kiss as Simon caresses his palms along his back rubbing him graciously warm.

"You wearing that, Puppy?"

"What..., what's wrong with it?"

Simon observes the outfit John chose. He's dressed in one of his oversized hoodies with a slightly too-large pair of dark grey jeans.

"Should I change?"

"No, you look good in my things,"

He smiles broadly at the man curled in his arms holding him tight in his grasp as Price and Gaz watch the scene play out before them, they avert their gaze giving them privacy. Price signals Gaz with his eyes gesturing for them to leave the room.

The two intertwined men are oblivious to their audience sneaking out of the room as they remain locked in each other's arms. A few minutes pass as John remains buried in the towering chest, not a care in the world about his surroundings. Simon sighs heavily as he rests his chin on his scalp remaining in the same position before he gradually swoons side to side.

"You dancing with me again, Si?"

"Just for a little bit, Puppy,"

They remain together as Simon swoons them in slow tedious circles feeling utterly content in their own company.

Not too soon Patrick howlers loudly from the door.

"Bloody hell, Boys, it's getting late..., you two can dance later..., I need beer,"

"Coming uncle...,"

"Puppy did you stick the plaster over your stitches?"

"Aye..., Price, did?"

"Good..., you sure you're alright going out?"

"Aye..., besides, you'll be there if something should happen,"

Simon smiles broadly uncoiling himself from John before taking his hand into his own leading him out of the room. They're met in the corridor by Margret and Price with his arm curled around her waist Gaz with a  fresh change of clothes similar to the outfit he wore the previous night and Patrick sprouting an overly eager grin.

"Can we go now, everyone ready?"

Everyone agrees and walks to the front door stepping outside, Margret and Price follow after. 

"Simon, please take care of Johnny,"

"Will do, Mum..., you two enjoy the house to you're selves,"

Simon glances over to Price and nods his head at him slightly sprouting a slight smile. Patrick pressed a button on his car keys allowing the garage door to rotate open. He proceeds and walks to his vehicle opens the door and gets in. He glides the key into the ignition and starts the vehicle before reversing out of the building coming to a still by the path leading to the house.

"Well..., get in, you need an invite, Lads?"

"Oh, Brother, cut them some slack,"

He rolls his eyes at his sister as the three younger men get into the vehicle securing themselves with their seatbelts. Simon helps John secure himself as he curls his arm around him holding the seatbelt away from his side.

Gaz makes himself comfortable in the front seat buckling his seatbelt before questioning Patrick.

"Where is the bar we're going, Mr Pat?"

"A few blocks east...,"

"East?"

"Yes, it's a few blocks down the road,"

Patrick continues and reverses down the driveway disappearing from view as Margret waves at them as Price holds her tight in his arms.

"I hope Johnny will be alright, John,"

"I'm sure he will be, remember he has two trained soldiers with him, Dear,"

"Hope he doesn't drink, he can't mix his meds with alcohol,"

"Simon won't let him and am sure he won't..., there nothing to worry about, Mar,"

She turns and faces the freshly shaven man before her and plants a kiss on his cheek as he curls his arms around her pressing his lips to hers and kissing her tenderly. She runs her fingers down his spine playfully gliding her palms over his rear squeezing slightly tighter.

"John..., take me to bed...,"

She whispers in his ear.

"You sure, love?"

"Yes...,"

Price smiles weakly as he curls his arms around lifting her graciously into his arm and carrying her bridal style back into the house. Inside he lets Her down graciously, Margret curls her arms around him caressing her fingers along his back pressing her lips to his kissing him passionately.

A few minutes passed as they remained locked together in a kiss, Price curled his arms around her rear and lifted her to his waist holding her securely in his arm carrying her up the stairs and making his way to her bedroom. Not too soon they enter and Price lays her down gently crawling over her person and continuously kissing her slipping his hand under her blouse and gliding his palm over her stomach leading to her breasts.

She moans whisperingly into his mouth while Price toys with the soft fabric of her bra running his index down her cleavage.

"Take it off, love,"

Price smiles sprouting a wicked grin, he slips his hands under her toying with the hooks under her back tugging the lace releasing its hold on itself setting the straps free. Price recoils and withdraws the undergarment from her person discarding it on the floor.

slipping his palm back under her blouse running his index over her belly through her cleavage before cupping his palm over her breast gently squeezing her nipple and toying the soft flesh between his index and thumb curling in circular motions.

"Oh god..., you're great..., John,"

He smiles broadly before unbuttoning her blouse and pressing kisses up her belly leading to her breasts circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.

She moans intensely curling her fingers along his back and tugging the fabric of his light-toned T-shirt pulling it slightly over his head. he sits back up and withdraws the garment entirely exposing it to the floor before returning to her and pressing his lips onto hers kissing her passionately. 

Margret explores his body following the groves of his muscular abdomen before slipping her hand past his waistband and caressing his shaft massaging his length, she continues jerking his cock letting it fill with blood and well to its fully erect state.

"Take me, John...,"

She releases her grip on his cock as he pulls back and unbuttons her jeans and withdraws them entirely with her undergarment from her person before removing his tracksuit bottoms discarding it to the rest of the pile of clothing on the floor.

He crawls back onto her and presses a kiss onto her nack as his heavy cock drags along her thigh. he moves down her torso peppering wet kisses along her body making his way down to her vagina, He spreads her legs gently and smiles at her staring deep into her eyes sprouting a side smile peppering light kisses down her inner thigh before curling his lips over her delicate folds circling his tongue around her clit.

She moans heavily grabbing his skull and tugging his hair with pleasure as the sensation of his tongue swirls overwhelms her entirely setting her loins on fire as she squeals in pleasure.

He continues downwards working his tongue along her labia licking and sucking aggressively on the sensitive skin.

"Oh god..., John...,"

"You alright, Love?"

"Yeah..., give it to me..., John,"

He grins somewhat mischievously as he craws back over her bobbing the tip of his cock against his sensitive folds while he presses wet open mouth kisses on the crook of her neck working his way back down to her breast circling his tongue along her nipples.

He takes hold of the base of his cock gently slapping it against her before graciously gliding it within her. She moaned highly at the sensation of his girth slipping past her sensitive folds as he thrust graciously into her recoiling his hips back and forth.

Price curls his arms around her waist holding her tight as he repositions and turns to his back allowing her to straddle him. She swings her hips back and forth gliding over his flesh taking hold of his pectorals and gripping the skin tight as she recoils her rear moving in rapid motions letting her globes jiggle. He caresses her rear taking hold of her globes and squeezing the flesh gently.

Margret rotates her hips gliding back and forth along his girth. He felt intoxicated by her presence like no other woman he had ever been with. The sex they share is incredible and Price feels truly alive with Margaret's body pressed against his as he runs his palms along her torso before taking hold of her bosom cupping his palms and caressing the sensitive flesh before gently pinching her nipples tenderly.

She moans intensely at the sensation brushing her fingers through her golden locks as she leans her head back in pleasure, Price's thrusts quicken pumping gently into her sliding his full pulsing length deep within her. He groans heavily feeling his climax approaching.

"I'm close, Love...,"

"I'm ready for you..., John,"

The hours they spent together seemed to fly by as their love for each other deepened before their eyes. When the night finally wound down, Price found himself still lost in her embrace, unable to let go. He knew right then that he had found something special in Margaret and he was determined to keep it no matter what.

Earlier Patrick arrived at the bar and parked the vehicle a few spaces away from the building. He and Gaz get out first the younger man opens and holds the back door open allowing Simon to get out before he helps John out of the vehicle somewhat sliding from the seat as Simon holds onto him firmly.

he curls his arm around John's waist as he's met with a toothy grin from the man in his arm.

"Come lads..., I need a drink,"

"Bloody hell, Dad,"

"Wot?"

John and Gaz giggle at Patrick as they proceed to the bar. They enter and walk to one of the occupied booths at the far end of the room. Simon helps John sit down sliding into the booth and resting his back against the brick wall as Gas follows on the opposite side mirroring his movements.

"You two wait here, Simon..., come with me...,"

"Sure thing, Dad, Puppy what do you want to drink?"

"Coffee..., Strong coffee,"

"Tired of Mum's tea,"

"I didn't say that...,"

"Didn't have to I know you love coffee,"

Simon smiles broadly and winks at him before turning his back and walking to the bar with Patrick.

"Hey..., Soap, you think Price and Margret will..., you know?"

"Oi..., stop that, Gaz,"

"What..., admit it you want to know as well,"

John rolls his eyes at him grinning somewhat weakly.

"Okay fine..., think they might, they love each other, they both admitted it,"

"Hate to see it end...,"

"What, why would it end?"

"Work, you know we don't have much free time,"

John fiddles with his fingers not entirely sure what he should say to his companion, he sighs heavily averting his gaze to the two men standing at the bar counter before looking back at Gaz.

"Best to not say anything about this to them..., besides, it's none of our business what goes on between them, Gaz,"

"Your right, Mate..., forget I said anything,"

"Trust me I intend to,"

Gaz smiles weekly digging his index into the table surface and scratching at a heavy scratch mark.

"So how are things going with the two of you, then?"

"It's good..., being honest with you it's foking amazing...,"

"I'm happy for you, Mate..., listen, I'm gonna ask you a question but don't raise your voice, Alright?"

"Aye..., what is it?"

"This afternoon..., did you two, you know, in the shower?"

"Oh god..., did you hear us?"

"So you did,"

"Aye..., we did,"

"Bloody brilliant, wait a minute..., are you not supposed to not have..., you know?"

"Aye..., technically no..., but he was so gentile today,"

John sprouts a weak smile while fiddling with his gold band adoring his finger, he stares at the scratched table before him as his cheeks somewhat glow red, Gaz notices his expression as a wide smile curls over his face.

"You really do love him don't you, Soap?"

"Aye, I do, no question about it...,"

"He does you too..., I envy you, Johnny, it's rare to find what you two have, Don't think I'll ever find it..., especially if I remain at the 141,"

"You wan...,"

Patrick cuts John off mid-sentence as he sits down scraping his belly along the corner of the tabletop as he sits down nearly spilling the two large pints of golden liquid over Gaz.

"Bloody hell, Dad, are you pissed already?"

"No, Simon, just eager to get pissed..., so what you boys talking about?"

"Nothing much, Uncle Pat, just chatting,"

Simon moves into the booth sits down next to John and curls his arm around him as the other man moves closer to him nestling in his armpit.

"You comfortable, Puppy?"

"Aye..., now that you're here,"

"Miss me then?"

"I did..., wait aren't you drinking?"

"No, Lad he's having coffee..., like a bloody American...,"

Simon rolls his eyes at Patrick ignoring him entirely focusing only on the man buried in his side.

"You don't like coffee, SI,"

"I know..., could get used to it...,"

He smiles at Simon burying his face into his side while smiling broadly. Gaz ignites the conversation as the rest join soon after a few minutes as their conversation progresses and Patrick nearly finished his pint. A young barmaid walks over to their booth with two oversized glass mugs with dark liquid and gracefully sets them down before them as she smiles broadly.

"Here you go, Loves, anything else?"

"Yeah..., another round of beer for me and my mate,"

"Coming right up, Mister,"

She nods and winks at Simon before returning to the bar walking somewhat naughtily.

"Think she likes you, Si,"

"Please..., no one can like a face like mine...,"

"I do...,"

Simon smiles broadly before pressing a kiss to his scalp and brushing his fingers through his warhawk messing it up beyond repair.

"Oi..., stop it...,"

Gaz giggles at the scene playing out before him as Patrick rolls his eyes awaiting his refill impatiently side-eyeing the young girl at the bar. Simon takes hold of his cup and brings it to his lips smelling the dark liquid before curling his lips over the rim and swallowing a heavy mouth full of the aromatic coffee, he scrunches his nose at the taste licking his lips as he returns the cup to the tabletop.

"That bad, Si...,"

"It's fine just need sugar and a lot of milk...,"

John laughs whisperingly to himself before taking his cup in hand and taking a heavy mouthful. He sighs loudly in pleasure as the flavours tickle his palette.

"Good, Puppy"

"Aye..., very good,"

Not too soon the barmaid returns with Patrick's beer as she smiles broadly at Simon.

"He's taken, Love..., wasting your time with this one,"

Patrick points to John nestled in Simon's arm, grinning somewhat mischievously.

"What, you gay..., why are all the good-looking ones always taken...,"

"Sorry, Love, found my soul mate, I'm off limits...,"

"That's alright, change your mind I'll be here, gorgeous,"

She turns her back and walks away mirroring her actions before glancing over her shoulder mischievously winking at Simon.

"Oh, hell no..., she didn't...,"

"Calm down, Puppy, don't pull a stitch, Love,"

"She basically threw herself at you, Si,"

"Leave it, Puppy, No one can take me away from you...,"

John's expression softens sprouting a weak smile at the towering man next to him.

"Never pictured you as the jealous boyfriend type, Soap,"

"PISS OFF, GAZ!"

Gaz laughs hysterically at himself losing his breath and falling into Patrick pressing his forehead against his shoulder, Patrick's chin trembles slightly holding back his laughter but falters and bursts out laughing slapping Gaz on his shoulder.

"Children...,"

Simon mutters to himself as he looks down at John rubbing his shoulder warmly as he rolls his eyes at the two hysterical men before him.

"Ignore them, Puppy, mental they are...,"

"Bloody right, Si,"

"Can you two calm down before we get kicked out?"

They seize their hysteria and calm themselves finding their bearings and coughing heavily before regaining their consciousness as they both take a heavy mouthful from their pints. John narrows his eyes staring at them disapprovingly before his expression softens and giggles at them whisperingly shaking his head.

"Like I said..., children, you two are acting like bloody children,"

Gaz restarts the conversation from earlier still somewhat giggling at himself as Patrick taps him on his shoulder squeezing sharply as they continue conversing the night away. A few rounds of beer and coffee later the bar prepares to close for the night, Patrick and Gaz had one too many and the alcohol in their systems overwhelms their senses letting them act up.

"God you two are pissed...,"

"Wa-as..., the point, S-Simon...,"

"Bloody hell..., can't take you anywhere, Dad, not to mention you Gaz...,"

"Wot..., I-I'm not... drunk, Lt,"

"Bollocks, you're pissed,"

"So what if I am... can't a Brit enjoy a beer with his best mates?"

Simon shakes his head in frustration.

"Puppy stay here I'll go settle our tab, make sure these blokes don't get in any trouble,"

"Aye...,"

Simon Uncoils himself from John and gets up from the booth, he proceeds to the bar and settles their tab having a light conversation with the barkeep and the young woman from earlier and apologizes for his uncle and former teammate's behaviour before returning to their booth.

"Johnny, you stay put, I'll take them idiots to the car...,"

"Aye,"

He proceeds and take hold of Patrick's arm and helps him to his feet curling his arm around the shorter man's shoulders and walking him back to their vehicle. He opens the back seat door and helps him in before securing the seatbelt over his waist.

"Hey..., Lad, I'm driving...,"

"You most certainly are not, You pissed, Dad,"

"Bollocks, I'm s-sober,"

"Just let me drive, you can next time,"

"Next time, you mean we can come again?"

"Yes,"

"That's my boy...,"

Simon smiles weakly as he shuts the door and leaves Patrick behind as he returns indoors. Not too soon he reached the booth once more and are met with John sprouting a heavy toothy smile and pointing at Gaz.

"Bloody hell, Sarge...,"

John giggles at the passed-out man on the opposite side of the booth as Simon shakes his head disapprovingly, he proceeds and kneels with one knee on the soft cushion of the bench before curling his fingers under Gaz's bicep drawing him out of the booth and gently lifts him over his shoulder and carry him out of the building.

He opens the backseat door on the opposite side and withdraws Gaz from his person holding him bridal style as he gently sets him down in the back seat next to Patrick before securing his seat belt. Gaz slides over to Patrick coming to a still as he leans against his shoulder a heavy flow of drool runs down Patrick's arm as Gaz remains unconscious. Simon grins at the scene observing the two slumbering men as he shakes his head at them sprouting a weak smile before closing the door on them and returning indoors once more

He walks over to the booth and takes a seat next to John before raising his hand at the young woman signaling her over. Not too soon she arrives sprouting an eager smile.

"yeah..., What can I do for you?"

"Are you in a hurry to close, Love?"

"Technically we are closing in thirty minutes why?"

"Possible to have two more coffees?"

"Coming right up..., extra milk  and sugar in the one?"

"Yes..., thank you,"

She turns her back and returns to the bar leaving the two men by themselves.

"Si, shouldn't we be getting back?"

"Don't worry about them two, they're both passed out, wouldn't know even if we go,"

"Thanks for tonight, Si,"

"Was good, innit,"

"Aye..., felt like everything is back to normal...,"

"Normal?"

"You know..., before your brother,"

"I see..., yeah, if you put it that way...,"

"Si, when do you think we will go back to Scotland?"

"Probably another week..., why..., my family driving you up the walls?"

"What, no, of course not I love our family,"

"Our family, like the sound of that,"

They're interrupted by the sound of two heavy cups being put down on the table before them as the young woman smiles broadly.

"Here you go, boys..., sure you don't want anything stronger?"

"No thanks, love, I'm driving and he can't drink,"

"Really, how so?"

"I was stabbed a few days ago, can't mix alcohol with my meds,"

"Bloody hell, are you alright..., what happened?"

"Aye, I'm fine,"

"Who stabbed you?"

John is about to answer but is cut off by Simon as a heavy breath of air passes over his lips.

"My brother..., The fucker stabbed him because of me,"

"Stop it, Si, not gonna tell you again it's not your fault,"

"May I ask who is your brother, maybe I know him?"

 "Tommy,"

A stunned expression curls over the Young woman's face as a slight fearish glint forms in her eyes.

"you don't mean Tommy Riley?"

"Yeah..., you know him?"

"DO I KNOW HIM..., that foker landed me in the hospital, beat me relentlessly..., her look at my stomach,"

She proceeds to withdraw her tucked shirt from her jeans and lift the fabric exposing her belly and revealing a wide heavy scar webbed over her left side.

"Bloody hell..., he did that to you?"

"Yeah...,"

"Boyfriend?"

"Was,"

"You don't have to worry about him lass, Si, took care of him for good,"

"Jesus, you didn't kill him did you?"

"No course not, he's in prison he fucked with the wrong people this time...,"

"Si...,"

"Wait you have to be Simon then?"

"I am...,"

"Did his brother talk about him, sorry what's your name, don't believe we exchanged,"

"I'm Susan...,"

"I'm John and you already know Simon,"

"Yeah, nice to meet you both,"

"What did my brother say about me then?"

"You really want to know..., don't want to spoil your night,"

Simon narrows his eyes before glancing down at the man nestled in his arm as he takes the steaming cup of dark liquid in hand brings it to his lips and takes a heavy mouthful of the aromatic coffee before setting it back down on the tabletop once.

"No, rather not..., why don't you join us, Susan,"

"Thank you, would love to,"

"You won't get in trouble?"

"Naa, My dad's the owner, besides, you're the last two here, John,"

A conversation sparks between the three as they dive deep into conversation. Susan questions Simon about his scars but John Cuts him off urging her to change the topic but Simon insists on telling her. In astonishment, she stares at him with widened eyes as the goreish tales from his past come alight. John curls his arm around Simon's waist rubbing his side tenderly as he notices the tone of his voice change when talking about his father.

The early hours of the night progress to early morning as their conversation continues swiftly the topics vary between each of them. Not too soon John exhales an overly heavy yawn from his lungs digging his scalp into Simon's armpit.

"You tired, Puppy?"

He questions John as he presses a gentle kiss to his scalp.

"Oh god..., you two are so cute...,"

"Shut up, Susan,"

"Si, don't speak to her like that,"

"That's perfectly alright, John,"

"Should take you home, Puppy,"

"Aye..., Think the meds are wearing off a bit...,"

"You have pain?"

"A little,"

"Okay then, let me take you home..., thank you Susan for having us, how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing this rounds on me, Just come by and say hello before you go back to Scotland,"

"Aye..., will do,"

"You are coming right?"

"Coming?"

"To the wedding...,"

"What you want me to, of course, Would love to, thank you,"

"Johnny give her your number, should join our circle,"

"Circle?

"Aye, he means our friend circle,"

"Oh would like that,"

John smiles broadly as he glances up at Simon, Susan retrieves her phone from her back pocket and unlocks it and opens her contacts and opens creates a contact before handing the device to John, He takes it from her and enters his and Simon's name and his number saving it before handing the device back to her.

"One question before you go, Boys?"

"What is it, Sue?"

"The other lad that came with you..., is he single,"

Simon smiles broadly sprouting a mischievous grin as he glances down at John.

"He sure is..., Johnny give her his number..., Send him a message first he's terrified of girls especially pretty ones like you,"

"Oh stop it, Simon, I'm not pretty,"

"Bollocks, what you mean your gorgeous,"

"You think so, John?"

"Definitely, and your his type would make a good couple...,"

"Well look at you two playing matchmaker,"

Susan hands her phone back to John mirroring her action as before as he follows his soon after.

"Here you go, Sue,"

"Kyle..., lovly name,"

"Aye, we call him Gaz though,"

"Okay you two enough pleasantries, I need to get my puppy to bed, Susan you'll see us a few more times before he heads back, well keep in touch and send that twat a message think he needs a good screw...,"

"Bloody hell, Si...,"

Susan burst out in laughter curling her fingers over her lip and nodding her head slightly.

"Let's see if we can make it happen then,"

"That's a good girl,"

"You sound like your Uncle, Si,"

"Dad..., Johnny,"

Simon corrects him before stepping out of the booth graciously dragging the tiresome man with him to bring him to his feet. Susan follows soon after and walks them to their vehicle before exchanging pleasantries once more and saying their goodbyes one last time before walking John to the passenger side of the vehicle. He helps him lower the back of the seat slightly and makes himself comfortable as Simon buckles his seatbelt and presses a kiss to his cheek before closing the door behind him. He proceeds and walks back to his side opening his own door and getting in readjusts his seat moving it back slightly before sliding the key into the ignition allowing the engine to ignite.

Susan moves closer to the vehicle and waves happily at them as she receives two toothy smiles in return followed shortly by their swinging palms. Not too soon Simon proceeds to drive making a U-turn in the centre of the road before driving the way they originally came several hours earlier.

John smiles weakly as he caresses Simon's thigh.

"What's with the Smile, Puppy...?"

"Oh..., it's nothing, Si, I'm just happy, actually proud of you,"

"Proud, why?"

"You made a friend tonight,"

"Correction..., we made a friend tonight, besides, she was lovely..., pretty lil thing,"

"Aye, would make a good match for you know who...,"

"Yeah, think so,"

Not too soon Simon makes a turn and drives up his mother's driveway and is met with two eager-looking figures sitting on the garden wall nestled under a thick heavy blanket. Simon parks the vehicle and removes the keys as he lifts the handbrake and steps out.

"Darling, how was it, How's Johnny?"

"Hey, Mum, he's fine but not the others..., they're pissed..., Dad, would you help me get them two twats out the car,"

"Yes, of course, I'll take Patrick you take Gaz,"

"Okay then,"

The two men proceed and retrieve their chosen as Price wakes Patrick and helps him back into the house Simon mirrors his action apart from tossing the drunken man over his shoulder and carrying him like a large bag of potatoes.

Margret giggles at the scene before her before walking over to John and opening the door greeting him fondly.

"Hello, darling, how was your night?"

"Grand, Mom, Simon made a friend tonight, you might know her,"

"Oh really, Darling, who, Susan...,"

"Oh yes she's such a lovely girl, she works down at the pub right?"

"Aye, she does, lovely girl, Simon is very keen on her, even invited her to the wedding,"

"Oh that's great..., so happy his blossoming,"

"yeah..., he's very kind...., can I tell you something private, Mom?"

"Of course, Darling, I'm your vault,"

"We had sex this afternoon, we aren't supposed to..., but he was so, so gentle,"

"Well then..., I have to tell you something private then as well,"

"Aye..., John and I...,"

"Nooo..., you didn't, That's grand, Mom..., hope it was good,"

"Darling it was, So caring and gentle...,"

"Looks like we both found our special someone, Mom,"

"Yes, Johnny..., listen..., I want to ask you something I've been wanting to for a few days now and think now is the perfect time...,"

"Of course, Mom, what is it?"

"I want us to be friends and I don't mean like childish friends, I mean like best friends that gossip and talk about our private issues, and not think of me as your mother-in-law,"

"Oh..., I see, I would like that very much, but I'm still calling you, Mom,"

Margret giggles whisperingly before pressing a kiss to John's cheek. Not too soon Simon returns making his way to John.

"Hey, Mum,"

Simon curls his arms around his mother and presses a kiss to her cheek squeezing her tight in his arm.

"Hey, Darling, you're in a good mood,"

"I am...,"

"Why?"

"Donno,"

John smiles weakly observing the man curled around his mother, Simon recoils from her moving to him gently gliding his arms underneath him lifting him into his arms holding him firmly and carrying him into the house bridal style. He comes to a halt and glances over his shoulder looking at his mother.

"You coming, Mum, or you staying out here?"

"Oh..I-I'm uh, coming, darling,"

She follows shortly after making her way after her boys and entering the house, Upon arrival they are met with Price walking down the stairs smiling somewhat broadly.

"You seem happy, Dad,"

"I am, Johnny,"

He glances at Margret and winks at him as he reaches the ground floor and opens the sitting room door. 

"You look tired, Johnny,"

"Aye..., I am Mom, think the meds are wearing off,"

"Then I'll go get them for you,"

She walks past her audience and proceeds to the kitchen as Simon continues into the sitting room and graciously lays John down on his side of the bed as Price follows them shortly into the room. Simon proceeds to take John's boots off and sets them down next to the end table before moving to his side of the bed. He sits down and leans back resting his back against the headboard of the couch curling his arm under John as he nestles into his side.

Price sits down on the foot of the bed turning his posture and facing the intertwined men before him.

"How was your night, Lads?"

"Was good, Dad, felt good to get out for a few hours,"

"Good to hear, Johnny, and you had no pain?"

"No, Simon let me lay against him all night, was very comfortable,"

"That's good...,"

"How about you, Simon, anything to report?"

"Apart from the two drunken idiots upstairs, not much,"

"What about, Sue?"

"Who is Sue?"

"Oh yeah, She's the Barmaid from the bar, lovely girl,"

"More than that, Si..., I'll tell you, Dad, getting information out of this one is like solving a Rubex cube,"

Price grins sprouting a toothy smile shaking his head as he glances over at Simon. Not too soon Margret returns holding a large glass of water and a smaller paper cup with colourful pills, she hands it to John before moving to Price and taking a seat next to him. He curls his arms around her drawing her into his person. Simon smiles secretly at the scene before him as he glances down at the man curled up in his arm before pressing a kiss to his scalp.

"So tell me about, Sue, then Johnny,"

"She's lovely, her name is Susan her father owns the bar, at first she had a thing for, Si..., wasn't very impressed by that,"

"Oh really, Darling,"

"Aye..., but it turns out to be a good thing, at the end of the night after Si carried Uncle Pat and Gaz to the car we had another coffee and she joined us...,"

"And then, Lad?"

"Well..., Si you want to tell them?"

Simon cracks a weak smile at him as he rubs his arm warmly.

"She dated Tommy..., beat the crap out of her and cut her stomach, massive scar,"

"WHAT, that's terrible..., you sure it was him, Simon?"

"Yes, Mum...,"

"Aye, unfortunately, it's true, Mom, she told us her history with him..., I hate to say it but it seems like he's a monster,"

Margret's eyes are overwhelmed with tears and cascade down her cheeks. Price tightens his grip around her holding her slightly tighter as he caresses his palm along her arm.

"Sorry, Mom, I know it's difficult to hear,"

"No, it's alright, Johnny..., I need to get used to hearing about him..."

"Mar...,"

"No, John..., it's alright, I don't want to spoil our special night...,"

Simon narrows his eyes averting his gaze between Price and Margret before questioning.

"Special night?"

"Si..., later,"

"Wot, I'm curious to know, Puppy..., Mum, how was your night in with John?"

Her face reddens slightly curing her fingers over her lips averting her gaze from them. Price smiles weakly as he glances over her shoulder into her eyes, he nods slightly before he presses a kiss to her temple.

"It was good, Lad,"

"Just good, Dad?"

"I suppose it was one of the best nights I've had in years,"

Simon Smiles broadly at him before mouthing the words "Did you have sex". Price's eyes widen slightly shaking his head as he averts his gaze but returns a moment later nodding his head.

"Brilliant,"

"Si, shut up...,"

Simon laughs deeply as his grip on John tightens.

"Mum, don't be embarrassed, we're all adults here, besides, Johnny and I did this afternoon,"

"Jesus, Simon, you don't have to tell the whole fecken world,"

Simon and Price laugh in sync as Margret and John feel utterly embarrassed.

"It's alright, Mar, Don't pay him any mind, he's bloody bonkers..., that goes for you to Johnny,"

"Hey, I'm literally right here, John,"

"I'm fully aware, Simon,"

John giggles as Margret soon follows shaking her head.

"You lot are off your heads..., but I love you all,"

"Aye, you too, Mom, 

"Yeah, Mum,"

They continue talking for the next hour, John bubbles away and talks about their evening and tells Price more about Susan and about Simon finding a friend in her and inviting her to their wedding. Price sprouts a proud smile as he takes the new information in as John bubbles forth. Simon rolls his eyes a few times as John gossips about him to their audience, Margret smiles continuously listening to her boys as she is still pressed into Price with his arms curled around herself contently. Not too soon John yawns heavily stretching his arms past his head.

"Tired, Puppy?"

"Aye..., I am,"

Margret yawns and Price soon follows.

"We should go to bed as well, John,"

"Yes, Mar..., It's rather late,"

"I could sleep as well,"

Margret recoils herself from Price and stands to her feet taking his hand into her own. John tugs on Simon's shirt gesturing for him to lean down towards him, he cups his hand over his mouth and whispers in Simon's ear as a slight wicked grin sprouts over his lips. he gets up from the bed and makes his way to price as Margret walks over to John and press a kiss to his cheek saying good night and returns to Price before glancing over her shoulder and winks at him. Simon curls his arm around Margret and Price's shoulders leads them to the door and exits the room entirely.

"Mum..., Dad, listen I'm going to lock the door tonight, don't worry we won't be hav...,"

"Darling, that's alright, we don't have to know, go enjoy your evening with him,"

"Just take care, Simon, remember he's no...,"

"Don't worry, John I know..., See you two tomorrow, good night,"

"Night, Lad,"

"Nite nite, Darling,"

Simon returns to the sitting room and locks the door behind him, he turns and faces the man spread out on the bed, he moves closer to the bed and leans over John and questions.

"So why did you want me to lock the door, Puppy,"

He smiles happily as his eyes fall shut and whispers.

"want to sleep naked in your arms,"

"Happy to,"

Simon sits down on the side of the bed removes his boots and relocates them next to John's, he proceeds to unbutton his shirt and discards it to the floor he rises to his feet once more and unbuttons his pants and withdraws then to his knees and kicking then from his person.

"No underwear, Si?"

"Don't need any,"

John grins wickedly as his eyes fall shut once more. Simon leans forward towering over the tiresome man and presses his lips against his kissing him tenderly. A few minutes pass and Simon recoils himself, he glances over the tiresome man's expression as his eyes flutter open and is met with his ocean-blue eyes.

"What is it..., Si?"

"Nothing, Puppy, I just realized how much I love you...,"

John Sprouts a weak smile as he takes Simon's hand into his own and draws him to his lips and presses a kiss to his dorsal.

Simon smiles broadly at the man's actions. he recoils his hand proceeds to take hold of his borrowed hoodie and gently withdraws the dark fabric from his person entirely exposing his naked torso. Simon grins somewhat mischievously as he leans forward and peppers gentle kisses along his chest and down his belly. He returned to his original position slid his fingers past his waistband and withdrew his pants graciously sliding them down his legs and from his person and discarding them to the floor. He gently caresses his fingers along John's leg running his index up his thigh and curling his fingers under the elastic band of his briefs before withdrawing it and exposing his naked cock mirroring his actions from before. Simon smiles weakly at the sight before he once more runs his fingers along his body coming to a halt at the latex plaster.

He stares at the stitches peering through the transparent plaster, his mind returns to the morning he had the unpleasant encounter with his brother and the events that followed shortly after. He sighs heavily gently picking on one of the corners of the latex peeling it tediously from his person and setting it down on the end table. John notices his expression and somehow knows what's going on in his head, He smiles weakly and takes his hand into his own once more caressing his dorsal with his thumb.

"Si..., It's not your fault,"

"I know..., I could have prevented it if I didn't hit him,"

"I'm glad you did, wouldn't have had any of the past few days if he didn't..., has been the best time of my life, Si, having you and our family here with me has been..., life-changing,"

"You mean that, Puppy?"

"Of course, I do, why would I lie about that?"

Simon sprouts a broad smile as he leans forward and kisses him on his temple before making his way to his side of the bed and laying down next to John, he tosses the blanket over them before curling his arm around him and gently pulls him into his person pressing his naked body into his own. A content smile curls over John's face at the sensation of Simon's cock nestling against his naked globes as the towering man's breath warms up the back of his neck as they soon drift into slumber.

They remain contently nestled against each other as the night tediously transitions to early morning as the half moon slowly sets over the city of Manchester and the sun rises setting the town alight.

End of part 19, End of chapter 4.