John got out of the cab after paying the cabbie finding his keys as he went up the steps. John didn't see Madeline's car anywhere nearby so she was probably out following Greg. As much as John hated the thought of her anywhere near Greg, he knew Greg could handle himself. John put the key in the lock, turning it with bated breath, and opened the door expecting anything and everything. John didn't have any idea what to expect anymore from Madeline as the woman he knew apparently didn't exist.

As he pushed the door open the house was silent, eerily silent making him apprehensive and slightly jumpy. He locked the door behind me immediately as he entered the flat and dropped his bag on the couch before walking into the kitchen. He open the fridge door and found there was nothing but beer alongside the milk that spoiled two days ago. He pulled it out and went over to the sink before dumping it down the drain. Madeline was suppose to handle all grocery shopping as she bought all the food in her effort to make things easier on John being as he only worked part time.

John was saving up for a car to make getting back and forth to school easier. He was only a few quid short of his goal, but he probably wouldn't be able to now that he needed to find a new place to live once all was said and done. John rented the second room from Madeline as she owned the place. She had received the house from her father as a payment - bribe in all essence - to stay away as they wanted nothing to do with their own daughter's affinity for trouble and determination to always have her way. The results, as John had recently found out, were horrific as she was capable of murder all to keep John to herself.

John left the empty milk jug in the sink before searching for something to eat. Though, from the state of the fridge and cabinets, there appeared to be very little to choose from so he just grabbed an apple. Madeline apparently was too busy stalking him and threatening his boyfriend to do the grocery shopping. The whole situation was so surreal that John found himself biting back the need to hysterically giggle. He calmed himself before heading back out into the den to sit on the couch. He found himself looking down at his former engagement ring on his right hand while thinking about the conversation he had with Mary at the coffee shop.

John hadn't removed the ring in four years and until now he couldn't bear the thought. Now with the knowledge that Kaylan had made it known he wanted John to find love again, he slipped off the ring. He head towards the bedroom to put it in the small wood box he kept the things he treasured most. It already held his grandfather's ring which he inherited when John's father disowned his grandfather. The ring usually was passed down to the firstborn son, but in this case, it was left to John. A few other things from his childhood were safely tucked into his box, away from his parents and their judgements.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket just as it started ringing. John smiled seeing it was Greg. He pressed send answering, "I hope you're not overworking yourself, Inspector."

Greg snickered, "Unless that's the doctor's orders, I have to."

John smiled as he laughed, "Would it make any difference?"

"If the doctor begged me enough while promising to let me do many filthy and unspeakable things to him if I fell ill right now and was forced to head home...maybe." Greg said, "Unfortunately duty calls and this case isn't going to disappear. I called to see how you were doing."

"I'm fine...well, I'm doing better. I'm away from my parents and talking to damn good looking detective who keeps making promises on the phone." John smiled, "But I am a little more worried for you. You're the one she's after next." John's tone grew anxious as he bit his bottom lip in worry.

Greg still couldn't believe John was more concerned for the detective's safety of his own. He was back at the flat he shared with Madeline, alone, and without any type of backup at the moment.

"John, I told you I will be fine. You're one in the more danger than me." He said, "I still think you're daft for going back to the flat."

"I have to face it. You're not going to get her unless we let her think I don't suspect anything. She's done this before and I am pretty damn sure she has gotten away with murder prior to this investigation." John told him.

"How about I come by tonight after I get off? We can spend some time together."

"Sounds good. We can watch a movie before you head home unless you want to stay the night. It could be a crime drama where you point out all the discrepancies…or we could find a really bad Rom-Com and just snog like we're teenagers. You did like The Hobbit so we could continue with that series. You could hold me at all the suspenseful parts. Your pick though I will say that I have been known to put out rather easily for you."

Greg chuckled, "We'll see. Can't have you feeling unloved now can we? I'll be there at eight thirty."

"Can't wait to see you, Inspector." John said.

After they hung up John couldn't stop smiling at the thought of seeing his Detective in a few hours. The wait for eight thirty to arrive was going to be tedious and slow. Feeling boredom start to set in, John picked up what little was it of place before heading to take a quick shower. He always felt rather off after dealing with his parents.

When it got close to Greg's arrival time John went to grab a water from the fridge. The doorbell rang making John smile as it was most likely Greg. John hurried to the front door, unlocking it. He opened it to see indeed it was his handsome Inspector.

"Come in." John greeted with a wide grin as he stepped aside to allow the man to brush past him. Greg stepped through the doorway, stopping to caress John's cheek with his hand as he smiled at the younger man before leaning forward to give a quick kiss at the corner of John's mouth. John blushed as Greg stepped back to look around, "This place is much nicer than mine. How do you afford this?"

"I rent the spare bedroom." John answered closing the door, locking it. "The flat belongs to Madeline."

"Oh, well, that makes sense now. When I first moved out on my own, my friend and I rented a cheap flat. It did not look this good. We were lucky to afford a two-bedroom flat honestly." Greg stated as he strolled into the den, "Madeline seems to have the same taste as my ex-wife…expensive."

"She's rich and living off of a trust fund. One that is four times the amount of mine." John said, "She doesn't really do anything. She flunked out of medical school recently."

"Probably used her interest in medical school as an excuse to be near you." Greg stated, before asking, "Where's your room?"

"Down the hall, first room to the left. You really can't miss it as it's the only room here that doesn't match the decor."

Greg laughed before heading down the hall to find the room. When he stepped through the open door, the sight reminded Greg of his room back when he had first joined the police force. The room was stark with minimal furniture. A dresser, bed, and a small table with a telly on it were all that filled the room. There were three boxes in the corner that looked as if he hadn't unpacked them. Greg walked further into the bedroom finding the walls were as bare as his place.

John walked up beside him, "See, it doesn't match."

The detective sat on the bed after shedding his coat shoes. John closed the bedroom door before going over to the telly. His movies were piled up under the table since he had nowhere to put them.

"You don't seem to have a lot of movies." Greg stated.

"I spend most my time studying. I rarely get time to myself. If I do, I was spending it with my flatmate watching her movies." John told him after picking a movie.

"What did you pick?" Greg asked.

John smiled, "I figured since we watched the first hobbit at your place last night. We could watch the second one. I'll even let you hold onto me during all the suspenseful parts. Purely for comfort, of course." John added with a wink.

"You had me at being able to touch you.I have to admit the first wasn't too bad." Greg chuckled, "Though I never would have bought it. I don't get into fantasy."

"Let me guess you played cops and robbers, right?" John asked as he bent over to put the disc into the player.

"Yes, probably like you played doctor." Greg remarked, his eyes staring at the view of John's arse unknowingly teasing him.

John stood and smiled, laughing softly, "I also played a prince for my sister's playtime games. That was a bit awkward."

John sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the menu to come up as Greg looked over to the dresser that held a few framed photos. The one that caught his eye was one with a red-haired male who had his arms wrapped around John. He was dressed in a British Army uniform so Greg assumed it had to be Kaylan, John's former fiancé. The man seemed vaguely familiar, as if he had seen him someplace before. Greg doubted he ever met the man, but since he met many people through his job he probably just saw someone who looked like him.

The student turned to look at Greg who was still focused on the picture, John looked to see which one had caught his attention. It was the one of him with Kaylan the last time he saw him. Greg turned towards John, "Is that Kaylan?"

"Yeah." John answered, "Mary took it the day Kaylan left for his deployment." He didn't seem upset like he had been when Sherlock had brought up Kaylan's death. Greg had seen that a reaction a few times with friends and experienced it himself. It meant John was at peace with Kaylan's death and hopefully no longer anxious and afraid of moving forward. Greg had made the mistake of seeing someone while they were still hung up on an ex-boyfriend and it ultimately ended the relationship. He didn't want that to be a possibility with John, but he doubted that was the case. The closer they got the more Greg was scared to lose him or find out that John's feelings were temporary.

After John started the movie he set the remote aside and moved closer to Greg. The detective wrapped his arm around John's shoulder pulling him closer into his side, loving the feeling of John pressed against him. He happened to look down at the hand that was gently rubbing his thigh up and down as John rested his head on his shoulder. He noticed that the ring he'd been wearing for their first three dates had been removed. It wasn't a total surprise as Greg had seen people get remarried within a year of losing a loved one.

Greg himself waited seven years after his first divorce to remarry and kept his wedding ring on for the first five years. His first divorce took the least amount of time to finalize, but hurt the most. His job wasn't the only reason they had separated, there had been one other reason for the divorce. He hadn't expected John to take it off so soon, but he found this relationship was full of surprises. Moving on from the loss of a partner or even the partner leaving wasn't easy to get over.

The detective was still worried how John was handling all the turmoil the investigation was causing. Last night and this morning John had been fine while they were together. Greg was worried that John still was taking the whole situation hard, especially now that he was in the flat he shared with Madeline.

"You holding up alright?" Greg asked, taking John's hand.

John looked at him sideways while nodding, "I'm fine considering everything."

"There something going on in that head of yours. I know it. You've had an overload of information thrown at you." Greg said, nuzzling his nose on the side of John's jaw, "If you need to talk I'm here." John took a breath before replying, "Besides the fact that I want to go back and prevent all of this from even happening, I'm just trying to...I don't know...learn how to move past the guilt."

Greg turned more towards John as he felt the man tense up a bit. It troubled him that John was being so hard on himself. "You're not still blaming yourself for their deaths, are you?" Greg asked. John tilted his head back and forth as he wondered how to explain his thoughts. "Yes and no," John sat up looking towards his boyfriend, taking a deep breath, "Thing is, I have lived the past few years worrying about the past, scared to make that next step to moving on. I can't control Madeline and her actions, but I can control how I live my life…and feeling guilty for actions I didn't know about or had to power to stop isn't going to bring any of them back."

It now made sense why he wasn't wearing his ring anymore, "May I ask what changed your mind?" John smiled with a look of happiness shining in his eyes, "Well…it was a combination of the case, you, and Mary talking some sense into me."

The detective smiled at the compliment John paid him in his statement, "I take it that's why you removed your ring."

"As Mary pointed out, Kaylan is gone and I have a good man…a very good man in front of me. One who cares for me. I don't want to mess up whatever chance I have with you just because I miss Kaylan." John confessed with a shy smile and a slight blush and being put on the spot. He looked down before admitting shyly, "You're the best thing that has come into my life since Mary."

The feeling of joy and possessiveness washed through Greg at that confession, but he wanted John to know he didn't need that one physical reminder of John's past to be out of the picture just so they could be together. "I would have understood if you wanted to keep it on." Greg told him, "Everyone holds onto something from their past."

John smiled still unable to understand how he got so lucky to have such an understanding and loving man in his life. He normally didn't attract men like Greg who were the complete package of being both a gentleman and exactly what he needed in a stable and committed boyfriend. In his experience, there were ones that were decent and ones that were attractive. The attractive ones were jerks the majority the time that only cared about themselves and having sex. Then the decent men that had flirted with him over the years weren't his type. They ended up being dull and not what he was needed. The night Greg met John, the younger man had been hit on quite obnoxiously by another man, one whose sole intention was to get laid. He had rejected the man and sent him on his way minutes prior to Greg entering the pub.

"I will probably never let him go completely, but I don't need to keep the ring on to remember him." John told him.

"That is true. So, you did take it off for you? Not because you felt you needed to?"

John nodded, "Yea, I just never had a reason to feel the need. Believe it or not, I have never been so confident in my life, especially regarding doing half of what we've done together. Before you, I never would have even considered getting on my knees and sucking you off so soon after meeting you, let alone having an amazing shower experience with you."

Greg was slightly confused, "Then why did you? I mean, I know we both see us being committed and making this a long-term relationship, but you didn't have to do that only after the second date. So why did you?" John scrunched his forehead for a minute before answering, "Would it be weird if I am not entirely sure?"

"No, I have done plenty of things on a whim. But in my case, it turned out I was wrong. However, if you don't take chances you will always wonder the what ifs." Greg paused, "If I hadn't been shot while with my first wife I would still be married to her raising a family."

"Family?" John questioned.

"We would have been parents if it wasn't for her miscarriage two years prior to us separating." Greg said, "Some people aren't willing to take the chance you are with me. I don't have the easiest or safest job. You have to be a strong person to be to handle being with someone in my line of work."

"You have an important job. Too bad you didn't become a father, you would have been a good one. However, I am glad it didn't work out. I wouldn't be sitting here with you if it did."

Greg smiled glad to have someone like John, "So, everyone says about me and kids. But yeah, it all worked out for the best if it meant having you with me. Plus I never had the chance since that first marriage. I didn't want to have kids with my other two ex-wives. That should have been a warning right there. Though one of them did manage to get pregnant while we were still married."

John was taken aback momentarily, "Not by you though, right?" Greg nodded, confirming that at least one of his ex-wives had cheated on him.

Greg pulled John to him onto his lap, the younger man automatically straddling the detective while placing his hands on his shoulders. Greg let his nose run along the side of John's neck until he trailed his tongue along the sensitive skin underneath John's ear if the sharp intake of air from John was any indication. He drew the earlobe into his mouth, sucking on the flesh before biting down gently causing a moan to escape John's lips. Huskily, Greg whispered into John's ear, letting his breath tickle the short hair on John's neck and send shivers down his spine, "But enough talking, my dear, sexy Doctor. I've been dreaming of you all day and was rather difficult to do my job with a half hard cock torturing me."

John groaned at the image burning itself into his mind, "And that's my fault, Inspector?" Greg nibbled on the skin under John's jaw that was teasing him as he ran his hands up and down John's toned back.

"Oh God yes it was. What am I supposed to think about after seeing you come apart in the shower this morning and then having you text me this afternoon? I was bloody lucky that Sherlock wasn't around when you teased me with a rather lovely fantasy of you under my desk."

John tilted his head to the side to give Greg better access to his sensitive neck, "Mmmmm…yes. We really must make that a reality. But until then," he said as he looked Greg in the eyes, "How about we focus on the here and now? And the here and now says that I want you to take me and have your utter way with me. So every step I take reminds me of you."

John pushed Greg back on the bed, leaned in, and pressed his lips to the detective's soft lips. The detective shook off his surprise at John's words and tightened his embrace on John's small frame as their lips moved against one another. The younger lover pressed his body against Greg, longing to be close to him and needing to feel the heat radiating from the older man's body. The slick feeling of their lips together made John remember their shower and how they couldn't get enough of the taste of one another.

As the two kissed, Greg pulled John close by using the belt loops on his trousers. Feeling John's erection press against his, he started to rut against him as their kisses quickly became more and more passionate, desperate, lustful, and full of need. The detective pulled away long enough to flip their positions and pin John's arms above his head. John's cock jumped at the ease in which Greg manhandled and controlled him, but didn't get a chance to respond before Greg resumed snogging the young man.

Greg's left hand kept John's wrist pinned down as they kissed like there was no tomorrow…as if they needed to memorize the other's taste before it was taken away. The detective moved his free hand down the side of John's body as he moved his tongue along John's lips, begging for entrance. John parted his lips granting his lover access with Greg's hand stopping at the button on the front of John's trousers. Hearing John's moan of frustration and seeing him thrust his hips into the air, desperate for the necessary friction to alleviate the pressure growing in his hardening cock, Greg quickly undid the button and zipper, giving himself enough room to slip his hand into John's pants. John keened as Greg's hand brushed against the head of his semi-hard member. The sounds of pleasure pouring out of John were muffled as Greg explored his mouth, mapping out the wet cavern with his tongue while he palm John's aching need as it became fully erect.

The blonde moaned as Greg kissed along his jawline down to his neck planting soft kisses to his tender flesh. His whole body flowing with desire as Greg sucked on his lower neck, marking him, and earning a whimper from his younger lover. John thrust his harden cock into Greg's hand, closing his eyes, and letting the pleasure take over his body. The experience of being with man like this was new for him. Yes, he had taken a shower with Greg only hours ago but that had felt different. It left him desiring more, so much more. He was addicted to Greg like a drug addict was to cocaine. John could and never would get enough of Greg's touch.

The detective moved his hand which had been pinning John's wrist to the bed down, caressing John's chest and side till it joined his other hand at the bottom of John's jumper and undershirt. He removed the offending garments with the help of John, who couldn't get it off fast enough. John long for skin to skin contact with his inspector again and Greg wanted nothing to hinder his view of his lover. When Greg leaned back in and their lips met, John moaned into the kiss, high on the electric feeling of pleasure racing through his body with every touch of their heated skin against one another. Never ceasing its teasing strokes on John's erection and eliciting whimpers with each twist of his wrist, Greg moved his free hand its way up John's side stopping when he reached the blonde's nipple. Circling his thumb around the hardened nub, he gave it a pinch, making John groan into the kiss and move closer to him, holding on to his sides lightly.

John moved his hands to the middle of Greg's shirt, wasting no time in unbuttoning it and letting it slip from the detective's shoulders before sliding down his back to the floor. They pulled away for air, their lips still touching while breathing heavily before resuming snogging each other. This time it was more frantic as all the sexual frustration they had been holding back started to let loose. John manage to find a way to flip them again, using the momentum to his advantage as he stripped Greg of his trousers. After pulling Greg's pants off he moved back up placing a kiss to his lover's lips while palming Greg fully erect cock. The feel of hot velvet steel making John moan at the thought of it being inside him soon. Greg threw his head back at the hand stroking his cock with a firm grip, making his vision go momentarily white.

John pulled away, nearly breathless, "I expected you to be nervous,Inspector."

Greg smiled, "I am but, it isn't going to stop me."

John didn't want to hint at his inexperience and, at least for the moment, Greg hadn't seem to figure it out. It wasn't as if John hadn't tried before, but he had backed out both times. It never felt right before…but being here with Greg, John couldn't imagine anything more right in his life. It probably sounded crazy, but he had never felt this much desire to be with someone. Even when John attempted to be fully intimate with Kaylan, he always hesitated at the last moment. It had never felt right and John could never explain it to Kaylan. He still couldn't, but John had given up on trying understand it. After all that was all in the past. Greg was his future.

He had a gorgeous detective below him who was willing and ready. John really hoped his nervousness wouldn't show. He really didn't want to have to admit his inexperience to Greg. His mind started to worry. What if Greg didn't want to be with a virgin? What if he expected John to know things? What if he asked what positions or moves he preferred? John mentally shook his head to clear his wildly spiraling thoughts. He wouldn't think about the negatives that could happen. He would take and enjoy every minute Greg gave him...no matter how long or short that may be.

John moved down Greg's torso, placing open-mouth kisses on every inch of the man's stomach and dipping his tongue into Greg's navel while said man writhed on the bed from the sensations. Placing one last kiss on Greg's hip bone, he trailed lower until his cheek nuzzled Greg's cock. Glancing up at Greg's face through lust-hazed eyes, John licked along the sensitive underside of Greg's shaft eliciting a moaned from the man as his balls were fondled and open-mouthed kisses were placed along his heated length. John's tongue swirled around the sensitive head and licked the drops of precome that glistened on the tip. The detective groaned, moving his hips towards John as he thrusted deep into John's tight, wet mouth.

As he worked Greg's cock in and out of his mouth, deeper and deeper each time, he gazed up to see Greg's face flushed with pleasure. John enjoyed seeing his lover coming undone, knowing he, and he alone, was the one to bring that look of bliss to his face. Not wanting Greg to come too soon, he released Greg's cock with a wet pop and one final lick. Despite wanting to see the man come undone, he desperately needed to feel Greg come undone inside him.

The detective pulled John up to his chest before gently pushing John back on the bed. Using a kiss to distract his lover, Greg pulled down John's trousers from his lean hips. John helped by kicking them off the last few feet until they joined Greg's on the floor. As Greg deepened the kiss, he rubbed John's cock through his pants and cupped his balls, massaging them to earn a moan from his smaller lover.

Greg still was unaware of the fact that John was a virgin. Nothing John had done so far even hinted at the fact that he was inexperienced…though that was soon to be changed. He pulled back from the kiss long enough to catch his breath and ask,"You do have lube, right?"

"Yeah," John replied breathlessly as his dazed eyes focused on the detective's face. Greg grinned as he got off John in search of the needed bottle. He gave a small victory cry as he pulled a bottle out of the top drawer of John's dresser. When he returned to the bed, Greg squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers as John nervously spread his legs open for Greg's view. He placed his hands above his head, grasping the pillow in an attempt to calm his nerves as Greg traced his slick fingers around John's entrance.

The detective placed a soft kiss to his lover's lips, pushing his finger past the right ring of muscle. John groaned into the kiss. Greg had fingered him before in the shower, but this time they would be going all the way. John's wrists were held down by his lover who had trailed kisses down to his nipple. Finding the sensitive nub, he started to suck on it, swirling his tongue around it making John whimper as he started to press back against Greg's finger.

Sensing John's need for more, Greg added a second finger, stretching John's hole with his small scissoring motions to loosen him. He moved them in and out at a slow, teasing pace and inwardly glowed with pride as he watched John lose all inhibitions and moan loudly. John was still very tense and more so than when they first began. Greg paused, releasing his grip on John's wrists, and looked down at his lover, finally seeing the nervousness and slightly strained look in his eyes, "Shouldn't I be the nervous one? After all, this is my first time with a man."

John smiled reassuringly, "Almost couldn't tell."

"Hey now…I never said I hadn't done anal before." Greg said, lightly laughing as he continued pressing kisses along John's neck. "I just haven't had the pleasure to do it with a gorgeous thing like you, Doctor."

He continued thrusting his fingers inside John, increasing the speed and depth slowly until he realized John was still tense and not relaxing enough to fully enjoy the moment. Quietly sighing to himself, he slid his fingers out before getting between John's legs. He leaned in and placed a kiss to John's lips. When he didn't return the kiss with his usual confidence,Greg pulled away until his lips were inches from his lover's. He gazed at John's face and could see the nervousness and anxiety clouding the beautiful blue eyes.

"Before we go too far, please tell me what's the matter?" Greg begged. He assumed it have to with the circumstances that got them here in the first place. John had been battling with guilt for almost two days. He could even be having second thoughts about them, but he found out quickly just how far off the mark he was on both accounts.

"Nothing's the matter." John lied, still not wanting to admit he was a virgin. Greg smiled at John's attempt to skirt the question. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to John's. "I know you're lying. You're nervous more than me. If I didn't know any better I would think this is your first time."

John sputtered, but nothing came out as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Greg moved off of John, "Wait, that's it. This is your first time, isn't it?" Greg asked, surprised.

John closed his eyes and nodded, "Yeah…I'm still a virgin."

The shock that John was a virgin was hard for Greg to believe, especially after what they had done last night and in the shower. The detective had automatically assumed he was experienced based on those extremely pleasurable events. Greg had never been with a virgin that was so experienced when it came to oral sex or getting a man off. Greg first time was with a girl who was just as inexperienced and nervous as he had was which made for a very unexceptional night. Greg was determined to make this as unforgettable and pleasurable as possible for John.

John noticed the pause and assumed the worst. Quietly he cleared his throat before tentatively asking, "Greg?"

The detective looked back at John. Seeing the concern and fear of rejection, Greg smiled to reassure his beautiful and exquisite lover, "Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm just surprised is all. I mean, you're beautiful and sexy. Your mouth is miracle, especially when it's on me, any you're bloody gorgeous! Wait, I said that already, didn't I? You are everything…everything a man could ever want. I just assumed you had...you know."

John blushed at the praise that poured out of Greg. "Well, I never could go that far...I always backed out. After all the times that people try to use me I was afraid. Kaylan was slowly getting me use to the idea with other activities, but we never went past them."

Greg nodded, "That explains why you're so good, unbelievably good actually, at the other things. I wish you had told me sooner 's not something to be ashamed of, John. I'm actually rather flattered you find me desirable and worthy enough to give me your virginity."

"I was worried it make you more nervous and you would have reservations about taking our relationship to this level." John told him. The detective smiled, straddling his younger lover placing a chaste kiss to his lips. "John, you're not the first virgin I have been with, but if I have my way, you will be my last. I cannot possibly begin to explain much me being your first is making every ounce of my being puff with pride and determination to prove that you made the right decision. If you will let me, I will be your first, your last, your only lover. You may not be my first, but I would be the luckiest bastard if you were my last."

The student threaded his hand through Greg's salt and pepper hair smiling, placing his lips to Greg's softly. The kiss was sweet and tender as their lips moved against each other. Greg pulled away smiling, "Do you want me to stop?"

John smirked, "God no, I don't want to stop! Not this time. Especially not after everything you just said."

"Then you're going to have to relax, love." Greg told him.

"I can try. I'm not exactly good at that when it gets this far."

Greg smiled, an idea coming to mind, "You trust me, love? Because I have an idea."