CHAPTER SIX
Kent had arrived back at Joe flat with an armful of shopping, with Joe out late talking to Lenny Cole's sister; he'd decided to make dinner despite it being Joe's turn to cook. After emptying the shopping bags and putting everything in its right place, just as Joe liked it, Kent started dinner before going to take a shower. It just showed how domestic they were, Emerson even had his own drawer and side of the wardrobe and it felt wonderful.
Joe arrived home at 8:30 to find Kent settled on the sofa watching TV, his bare feet pulled up beneath him and his dark curled head resting on one of the cushions. It was a wonderful sight that always made Joe's heart skip, made him feel safe and normal and at home. "Hey?" he announced softly as he went through the usual routine of keys, shoes and coat.
Emerson looked over the back of the coach, sleepy eyed and with a welcoming smile. "Hey." he pushed himself out of the warm comfortable space and headed for the kitchen to begin dishing up. "How was the Skip today, any more turns?" he asked with genuine concern.
Joe walked up behind Kent, leaning on the counter. "He was fine but I'm still a little worried about him."
Kent glanced over his shoulder, meeting Joe's blue gaze.
"I think he came back to work too soon." Joe murmured. "He's been jumpy all day, refuses to even consider what Ed told us."
"Well you know what he's like when it comes to Buchan, He's not his biggest fan. Hell, he's not even his smallest fan." Emerson laughed. "You think this case is bringing back bad memories?" he asked, scooping lasagna onto two plates careful.
Joe pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge. "Maybe." he shrugged. "I'll keep an eye on him."
The pair sat down to eat their meal together at the table, causally chatting about random pointless topics as well as work. Joe told Emerson, Ed theory that someone was coping the Krays.
"Really? Do you believe that?"
"Miles says its rubbish, but then he said that about the Ripper." Joe said between mouthfuls.
"Yeah but the Krays?"
Joe shrugged, looking down at his meal. "I don't know. There's just…something about this case, Em. And after what the commander said, I just think this could be what I've been waiting for."
That's what scares me. Kent thought not meeting Joe's gaze, his fork shifting his food around his plate.
"Em? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he sighed, filling his mouth so he didn't need to speak.
"Kent?"
Emerson finally met his gaze sadly. "I just… I'm worried that's all."
"What about?" Joe frowned, dropping his fork.
"Joe, the Ripper case stressed you out really badly. I'm just worried that if this turns out to be another really big case then…" he glanced around the overly tidy room as if to make a point. "…I don't what to see that again okay. You've been so calm these last six months."
"Bored is a more accurate description."
Emerson brown eyes bored holes into Joe's skull and his face tightened.
"Em that's not what I meant and you know it." he groaned, kicking himself for not thinking before he spoke. "I mean the job, not you. You're the only thing that's kept me sane these last six months."
Kent knew Joe meant what he was saying but it still hurt. It wasn't like Joe had given up a promotion for him. He'd had no choice when it came to staying in Whitechapel but sometimes it felt strangely like Joe was sacrificing something and that one day he'd realize that and that would be it for them.
"Em?"
"It's fine. I know what you meant."
"Then why do you still have that look on your face?" Joe frowned.
"What look?" Emerson's dark brows rising to his hairline.
"Like I've just run over your dog or something."
Kent laughed a little. "I'm fine. - Really."
"You're a terrible liar Em."
"I can't be that bad; I've got Skip and Mac believing I'm straight."
Joe laughed. "That's because they don't know you. I know you, you can't lie to Me." he smiled brightly.
Emerson's eyes shone at just how well Joe knew him. "Is that a challenge?"
The pair stared at each other across the table, laughing softly, their meal all but forgotten. They both knew that it hadn't been a real challenge as much as they both knew Kent really couldn't lie to Joe. Never could.
"So if I say that I'm really tired and just want an early night. You'll know I'm telling you the god's honest truth." Emerson smiled innocently.
"Absolutely." Joe was already pushing his chair back from the table. Walking around he brushed his fingers through Emerson's soft hair, pressed a kiss to the man's forehead before turning towards the bedroom, leaving Kent to clear the table. "Night then." he said laughingly.
"Hey." Kent's fingers wrapped quickly around Joe's wrist, stopping his escape. "I cooked." pulling him around to face him, glancing up hungrily into those blue eyes.
"Oh right." Joe said blankly. "Then go to bed, I'll clean up." He turned to walk away again but Emerson's fingers tightened as he stepped into Joe's personal space, pressing deliciously against him.
They moved to join lips at the same instant. Joe's arms snaking around Kent's slim waste, while the younger man's fingers buried into the blonds hair. Moving together under Emerson's guidance, they turned back towards the table. Kent pushing Joe down onto the chair he'd just vacated. Standing back Kent pushed his jogging bottoms down off his hips, the hem of his gray t-shirt brushing tantalizingly against thick black hair and pale cream skin.
Joe swallowed hard as Emerson straddled his thighs, crushing his lips down on the older mans, a desperate dirty kiss being drawn from the DI's mouth, along with an almost primal moan. Joe's fingers bit into Kent's naked backside, pulling him harder against him as he thrust up. After a long endless lust filled kiss, fingers biting and hips thrusting, Emerson slide off his boyfriends lap. His knees connected with the lush carpet, his hands pushing Joe's legs apart so he could fit between them. His fingers then moved to the fly of Joe's smart suit pants, tugging it down roughly like a child unwrapping a much desired gift on Christmas day.
Joe smiled at the thought, having actually seen that childish excitement on Emerson's face during their first Christmas together, only a few months ago.
Emerson's determined fingers pulled him free of his underwear, drawing a deep groan and hitched breath from his lovers' lips. The groan becoming a growl of primal pleasure was Kent's tongue ran the length of the sensitive velvet flesh. Joe's head fell back, his right hand clinging tight to Emerson's hair while his left clung to the chair beneath him.
Emerson hummed with delight at the feel and taste of Joe on his tongue. He felt the muscles tightening beneath his lips as he moved and knew Joe wouldn't last much longer. His heart raced with excitement, Joe made such enchanting sounds when he came. He moved his hand down to his own growing arousal, but was shocked still when Joe pushed his mouth free.
Emerson frowned up at the man, who only smiled and tugged on his hair indicated his wanted him to stand. Kent did as ordered and was even more surprised when Joe's strong fingers took hold of his hips, pushing him back till his backside hit the edge of the table. Joe wasn't comfortable giving blowjobs, so Kent never asked. He'd always figured it was because of that germaphobia/OCD thing. So the fact that Joe was shifting closer to him now had his heart racing.
"J-Joe? - You don't ha…" He was cut off by Joe's lips brushing nervously on the sensitive tip of Emerson's erection, before moving further to take it into his mouth inch by inch.
Kent's knuckles turned white as he clung to the edge of the table, his head falling back as Joe's had done a few moments earlier. He was still in shock at the idea of Joe's mouth working him towards release. When Emerson felt himself so close to the edge that there was no stopping it, he pushed Joe away from him, the man's blue eyes looking up at him with worry. Kent didn't have time to explain as his climax slammed into his, causing him to shoot his load over Joe's crisp white shirt and neck.
Breathless, Emerson slumped against the table, his arms wavering to hold him up as his legs turned to water. Joe's slipped back onto the chair, removing his shirt with a twinge of disgust. Once he'd dropped it to the ground beside him, he reached out for Kent again, pulling him back to straddle his hips, the younger man pressing a kiss to Joe's dry lips, running his tongue over them. At the feel of Joe's exploratory fingers, Emerson shifted back to meant them, moan as they pushed roughly inside him. His mouth deepening the tender kiss he's started.
It didn't take Joe long to prepare his boyfriend, then he was shifting the younger man onto his painfully hard erection. Gasping his name as the man slid further down the solid muscle, his fingers once again embossing crescents into Kent's delicate hips. They weren't at it long before Joe came, already on the brink after Emerson's earlier attention. He grunted and cried the younger man's name as he poured himself into the heated shaking body above him.
Gasping, Emerson's head fell forward to rest on Joe's sweat damp shoulder, his eyes closed, his lips pressing gently against the slick flesh. They remained there for a while, locked together unwilling to move from each other's embrace. Joe turned his head to whisper into Kent's ear. "I knew you were lying."
Emerson laughed gently against his shoulder. "Of course you did. - Thank you by the way."
"What for?"
Emerson reluctantly pulled back, looking deep into the blissed out blue eyes. "You know what. I know you don't like doing that." he brushed his lips softly over Joe's.
"You're welcome, Kent. - Maybe next time you'll let me go all the way?"
Emerson's eyes widened at the sudden question. Did Joe really want that? A shiver rushed up his spine that had nothing to do with the cooling sweat. "Only if you're sure Joe." Emerson swallowed hard.
Joe's reply was in his kiss, warm, gentle and filled with affection that made Kent's heart skip.
TO BE CONTINUED….
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A/N: Haven't really got any notes for this, just hope you enjoyed it.