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Jackson woke up with the hangover from Hell, his mouth was dry and he felt like something had crawled in there during the night and died, his head was spinning and he felt decidedly sick, why had he got himself into such a state? He'd wanted to see Aaron, his brian was trying to recall something but the banging inside the builders skull made him groan in pain.

"Serves yourself right" a quiet voice whispered in his left ear

Gingerly the older man started to open his eyes, yes this was Aaron's bedroom he was in, definately the mechanics bed, but how? his brain was hurting so much he just wanted to go back to sleep in the vain hope that when he woke up again the pain would have gone, he snuggled down but his brain just wouldn't stop trying to remember, what the hell had gone on last night?.

Sunday morning probably the best morning as it was made for sleeping in, making a late appearance at the breakfast table followed by a couple of pints before returning to Smithy Cottage and one of Paddy's famous Sunday roasts with all the trimmings, even better today because Aaron had woken up to find the builder still in bed with him and apparently dead to the world until a groan told the mechanic otherwise.

"Serves yourself right" he whispered in Jackson's ear and watched as the older man tried to focus but couldn't opting instead to try to return to sleep, then, suddenly the builder opened his eyes and looked at Aaron laying facing him with his head on the other pillow.

"God I feel like shit" Jackson moaned "How'd I get here?"

"Don't you remember?"

"Hurts too much to remember" He moaned again "Just tell Me, what did I do?"

"I'll go make a cup of Tea" Aaron slipped out of bed put on trackie bottoms and headed for the door

Laying alone the builder was trying to recall what had happened, how he came to be waking up in Aaron's bed?, hazy memories invaded his brain, how he'd walked into The Woolpack looking for the mechanic, how Aaron marched him out before he could even speak to anyone and thinking about it, Jackson remembered that all of Aaron's relatives had been sat in the pub, did he get him out of there because he was afraid he'd say something?, do something?, was he ashamed of Jackson?, of what they were becoming to each other?, so many questions making the builders headache even worse.

Two cups of tea arrived but by the time they had Jackson had talked himself into believing that Aaron wasn't wanting a relationship with him and that last night he'd been just too keen to get rid of him, so why did he let him sleep in his bed?, admiitedly they still hadn't done anything but sleeping together that should mean something surely.

Aaron noticed that Jackson's mood had changed but he thought it was because his head was hurting so he handed him a mug and tablets hoping that once he'd taken them he might be in a better mood.

Jackson had worked himself up so much that he couldn't let it lie, he put the mug and tablets down before looking Aaron squarely in the eyes

"Aaron are you ashamed of Me?"

Aaron was astounded why would Jackson think that?

"No"

"But nobody knows about us, does your family even know that you're Gay?"

"Jackson, the whole village knows about Me, Cain saw us outside the pub, Adam even referred to you as My boyfriend last night, coz that's what you are, but I'm not good with Pda's, I don't want to spoil what we have, it's special, private, I want it to just be you and Me at least for a little while, but no, never, ever will I be ashamed of you or us"

Headache forgotten Jackson reached for Aaron and pulled him down on top of him, "so I'm your boyfriend am I?"

"What do you think?" the mechanic smirked

"Well your boyfriend wants a kiss"

Aaron lower his head and just before doing as Jackson had requested he muttered "What My boyfriend wants, My boyfriend gets"

As their lips connected Jackson was already thinking of all the other things he could ask his boyfriend to do.