A/N: Ok, I've decided to hit the ground running or in this case shagging as let's face it, things aren't going to stay so free and easy for our boys, so let's make the most of the sexy times while we can.

CHAPTER TWO

The two men stumbled together towards the bedroom, hands clawing at clothing, dropping them as they went. Once upon a time this amount of abandonment would have had Joe's insides cringing, but he knew everything would be alright. They had a routine, strange as it may be. While they were consumed with passion nothing existed, not the world, not the mess. It was just them. The mess would be tidied later by one or the other of them.

Joe's fingers were fumbling with the zipper of his boyfriend's pants when Kent jolted, his legs hitting the edge of the bed, causing the pair to topple. The alcohol Kent had consumed stealing his usual balance. He landed on the soft mattress with a huff, as Joe fell on top of him. With both their bodies consumed with lust, neither cared much for their sudden downfall. Kent's hips thrusting up encouragingly into Joe, the older man groaning at the unexpected but much appreciated movement. He buried his fingers deep into Kent's dark curls, using the grip to maneuver his lovers' mouth in order to deepen their kiss.

Kent's moan filled Joe's mouth and rippled through his chest as he ground down into his boyfriend, his tongue thrusting into the warmth with a promise of the future. The air was swiftly filling with the heat and scent of sex as the two men rutted frantically against each other, Kent's hands forcing the taller man's black suit trousers off his hips and over the curve of his arse. With the flesh exposed, the younger man's finger bit bruisingly deep, pulling him punishingly hard against his solid arousal.

Joe reluctantly pulled away and shimmied out of his trousers and underwear, his fingers wrapping around Kent's own slacks, tugging them down to reveal the younger man's slim form, his pale white flesh glowing in the golden aura of the living room light that floated in through the open door. With both men blissfully naked, Kent shifted further up the bed, Joe crawling up after him. The younger man settled back against the pillow, Joe hovering over him, his blue eyes staring deep into Kent's dark brown ones. Their lips brushed together softly. It was one of their small rare kisses that wasn't filled with hunger or passion or demand for other pleasures, it was tender and filled with something Joe hadn't thought would ever be named. - Until tonight.

Uneasily he lifted his mouth. He wanted to reciprocate. He wanted to tell the younger man just how he felt, because it was true. Since meeting Emerson Kent just over nine months ago, his feeling had grown deeper and more intense. He didn't doubt the man for a second, and Kent never doubted him. They'd been there for each other during the Ripper case, and despite the need to keep their relationship a secret they'd grown closer and closer. So when Joe asked himself if he loved Emerson, the answer was a resounding yes. - He just wasn't sure he had the courage to say the words out load.

Emerson's finger fluttered down the sides of Joe's cheeks and he watched him closely. Even in the dark, he could see that he was troubled. He hated seeing that look on his boyfriends face, but it happened so rarely now that he knew whatever it was, it was important. "Joe?" he whispered into the strained silence, his breath wavered across the older man's face. "Is everything alright?"

As much as the troubled look was rare, it had been appearing on Joe's face a lot over the last few weeks, Emerson knew what was wrong. Joe was bored. It had to be pretty boring dealing with domestics and bar fights after the excitement of the Ripper case. He worried almost as much as Joe did. Whenever he saw that look he wondered if that would be the day when Joe decided that Whitechapel wasn't enough for him any longer. If that was the day he'd leave and never look back.

He knew it was irrational on so many levels. Joe had nowhere else to go for one thing, unless he quit the force altogether. And even if he did make that choice, he wouldn't just dump him. Their relationship was his saving grace. He'd said so before. And it was stronger now than it had been nine months ago. Despite their rocky, questionable start, they were together, really together and Emerson was sure that nothing was going to ruin that. - At least not anytime soon.

"Em?" Joe's voice floated over his lips and his breath caught.

"Y-ye-ah" his heart was pounding blood at lightning speed around his body, he swallowed hard and tried to focus.

"What you said earlier tonight…."

Kent's gaze shifted down, embarrassment filling him again, even though he'd already said he'd meant the words. "Uh, yeah."

"Me too." Joe whispered so softly they were hardly words.

But Kent heard them, clear as bow bells and his heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening with the revelation. Had Joe really just said he loved him? Well, not exactly in those words but that's what he'd meant right? His dark gaze searched Joe's. "You mean…?" he trailed off unsure.

"Yes, that's what I mean." his voice still a whisper in the dark. "I…"

Kent pulled him down into an altogether new kind of kiss, part way between passion and affection, and wholly possessive. Joe gave himself over to the kiss completely; his hands burying themselves once again in the mass of curls as he pressed his body flush against the man beneath him, a deep growl being elicited from his throat when Emerson thrust his hips up against him.

Declarations of love were forgotten as lust swept mercilessly through both men's bodies, their previous passion reignited and surged, swamping both of them and the room with a blazing fire. Kent lifted his knees, wrapping his legs high around his boyfriend's waist, his hips rolling in search of that desperate need. He gasped and moaned when Joe met each movement with one of his own, his finger removing themselves from the dark locks to cling desperately at Kent's thigh.

The rolling and thrusting was growing increasing determined and frantic, Joe steel-like groin pressed against his lovers arse cheeks, seeking the warmth and friction it knew it would find there. Practically blind with desire and lust, Joe's hands fumbled its way towards the bedside cabinet, swearing beneath his breathe when he realised he'd have to move his body away from Kent.

As if in some bizarre act of déjà vu or maybe some cosmic joke, the drawer crashed to the floor with a loud bang, reminding both men of their first night together. Joe could hear the slight chuckle from behind him, glancing over his shoulder he saw Emerson's wide smile illuminated by the soft glow of the living room light.

"Just like old times." Joe remarked lightly, bending over the side of the bed to retrieve the lube and condoms. Even though they'd both been tested months ago and were found all clear, they still used protection. Joe's mantra being it's better to be safe than sorry.

He shifted back over to Kent, forcefully wrapping the man's legs around his waist as he knelt between his legs. Looking down at the younger man, all dark hair and innocence, an amazing combination considering the job they did, he sighed happily. Looking from Emerson to his hands and back again, his mind making a decision he was sure his heart wouldn't protest at.

Leaning forwards he pressed his lips to the shell of Kent's ear, kissing it gentle before whispering into it. "How would you feel if we forgo…" he waved the little blue foil packet beside his head.

Emerson's brown eyes widened and Joe felt the distinctive shiver of arousal pass between them. He waited for the young man's decision, which like most things in their relationship it was left up sole to Emerson, as the strangely more experienced. He watched the smaller man's Adam apple bob as he swallowed hard, his gaze still searching Joe's. He knew he was trying to figure out if Joe really wanted to go bareback, or whether he was doing it as some kind of insane thank you gift.

Joe pressed a hungry, demanding kiss to lips and neck before whispering again. "I want this Em….but only if you do." He felt the Emerson shift beneath him, felt his legs rise a little higher, become a little tighter and felt the undeniable answer as his hips thrust upwards. Joe didn't smile, he grinned, wider than he thought possible. Tossing the foil packet haphazardly to the side, he returned his mouth to Emerson's, who kissed back with equal determination.

Joe blindly worked the lid of the lube and coated his hands before moving the digits of his left hand between their flush forms. His lips never left Kent, so when his finger pressed its way past into the tight muscle he found himself swallowing the younger man's gasp, then his moan as the finger fought its way deeper. When the tip grazed that delicate spot inside his lover he fidgeted to press in a second, gaining himself another mouthful of surprised and pleasured breathe. A third swiftly followed and Joe worked the muscles lose.

He pulled back enough to allow Emerson to breathe, though his lips were never far away from the man's damp heated skin. Sensing the younger man's eagerness, Joe withdrew his fingers and positioned himself against the opening. Taking a deep breath, he pressed gently as if it were their first time. It was Joe's turn to gasp, as the sensations of bare flesh and muscle rubbing unhindered against each other; sent waves of sensual excitement though him. Once fully sheathed deep inside Emerson, he paused, savoring the delightful feeling.

"J-Joooeee!" Kent moaned, his hips rolling.

Joe glanced down at the man and smiled. "Sorry. - Your just so….perfect." even in the dark, with his body blocking the light behind him, he saw the blush stain Emerson's cheeks, or maybe he sensed it. He bent double to pressed a kiss to his swollen lips, as his hips pulled back and thrust relentlessly forward, cause the younger man's body to jerk beneath Joe.

The pounding pace continued from there on. Both men gasping, panting and moaning each other's names, their hands clawing at sweat damped flesh, their mouths sucking and biting at lips and necks, fast, almost brutal yet prefect in its delicacy. Joe's nails tearing a red bloodless path down Emerson's delicate pale flesh between their bodies, to wrap firmly around his untouched erection, stoking roughly at the velvet steel in rhythm with his thrusting hips. Cries being pulled from Kent as Joe continued to hit the spot deep within him, time and again.

Emerson found nirvana first, soaring high into the white glow of ecstasy, his cum spilling over Joe still moving hand and coating their naked bodies. His voice hoarse from the cry that broke free of his vocal cords. The older man followed swift, his body tensing as he poured himself deep into his lover, crying out as he always did. "Keeeennnnntttt, guh." before collapsing on top of him, breathless, exhausted and completely at peace with the world.

Before he moved, before they both went in search of sleep, Joe pressed a kiss to his boyfriends shoulder, neck and cheek before whispering into the shell of his ear.

"I do love you Em."

TO BE CONTINUED….

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A/N: Wow, I think I'm getting the hang of this sex stuff. Even I have to admit that was good and you all know I have no confidence writing this stuff.

Ok, I usually don't go for the sappy, sick-bucket confession stuff, but considering what the future hold for the boys (those of you who've seen season two will know what I mean) I thought I should make it blatantly clear how Joe feels. Savor it people. It'll probably be the only time it's said. (Probably)