But Who?

A/N Sorry for the delay in continuing with this Fic but R.L has reared it's ugly head.

It was a much more cool, calm and confident Aaron that left Dale Head a few hours later, they may never know the identity of the perpatrator of the poison pen letters but he was determined that the author would not get under his skin or let the vile words get into his head or they would fester until he

exploded and that could be an ugly sight indeed, he smiled as he walked down to The Woolpack to meet Adam as he thought back over what had happened between him and his boyfriend, after what Jackson had done to him he was in no doubt of the passion that the builder had for him.

Aaron had crawled out from under Jackson at the bottom of the stairs muttering that he needed a long hot shower to clean up, aware all the time he was climbing the stairs that the builders eyes had remained on him.

Even as his body had continued to shudder in the aftermath of his second climax Jackson couldn't keep his lustful eyes off the object of his desires, he watched Aaron climbing the stairs his hips swinging and his bum wiggling with every step, he heard his boyfriend moving from their bedroom to the bathroom where he heard the shower being turned on, he could imagine the mechanic getting all lathed up, could smell the shower gel he'd be using, the suds clinging to his skin even as his hands set about washing every inch of his skin, that was all it took for his penis to spring into life again, he followed his boyfriend, quietly opening the bathroom door before pulling back the shower curtain and climbing in with Aaron to devour him under the cascading jets of water.

After Jackson had finished with him in the shower he'd dragged a still wet Aaron into the bedroom where he'd tumbled him onto the bed and continued to play with the mechanic until he didn't think he could take it another minute only for the builder to take him to even greater heights of desire and pleasures, they'd eventually fallen asleep and that is where Aaron had left an exhausted Jackson still asleep in a messy bed, evidence of the loving that they both had enjoyed.

Opening the door to The Woolpack he stepped inside, nothing and no one could break his good mood, He was loved, he was in love that was something that He would never doubt again there had been a few times recently when he'd began to believe the words written even though in his heart he knew Jackson would never cheat he just couldn't get it out of his head the words that had been written, they just kept going around his head until he began stupidly to believe them.

Adam was waiting at the bar when Aaron walked in he'd already got the drinks which Aaron had downed in one

"Whoa, someone's thirsty" the farmer laughed

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Aaron put his empty glass down "Yeah, I'll get another round in" he gestured towards Adam's still almost full glass.

"Not for me, I've got to be up early so I can only have a couple"

"Wuss"

"Nah Mate, just can't face work in the morning with a hangover"

Aaron ordered another drink before following his best friend and taking a seat, just as his mobile sounded, he checked the message it was from Jackson

"Better come home NOW, we've had another one, and I've caught the culprit"

Aaron was on his feet and out of the pub without a word to his friend and without taking a mouthful out of his new drink, Adam followed him to the door where he watched as Aaron sprinted towards Dale Head, something bad must have happened for his best mate to react the way he did he just hoped that it had nothing to do with Jackson.

Aaron crashed through the door, not even stopping as he shouted "Jackson!"... "JACKSON!"

"Yeah, okay keep your hair on"

Aaron could hear his boyfriend talking to someone, he sounded so calm, how?, if he'd caught who was sending the letters, how was he keeping his temper?, after all Aaron was itching to get his hands on the person and when he did well he was going to make them pay.

Charging into the sitting room he was greeted by his boyfriend wearing very little and sitting on their setee with a cushion seemingly for protection was a young boy of about 12 or 13 and he was scowling.

"Who the hell is this!"