Hey guys, hope you're ready to spice it up a little, while keeping it soft and sweet! I love these characters sooooooo much like I can't even tell you. I wrote four fics for them in two weeks - I'm obsessed!

Hope you all enjoy this one, there will be one more part to this series, so stay tuned...
You could probably read this without the first one (called: Panic), but it couldn't hurt to read part one first.
Let me know what you think, much love xox

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Ted woke slowly, the grey, English morning light soft on his closed eyes as he snuggled into the warm body that he was wrapped around. For one millisecond Ted was confused, and then he remembered that Trent had stayed over the previous night. He sighed contentedly, knowing that they had the time to sleep in that day, and relishing in their close proximity, not to mention just how comfortable it was to cuddle Trent.

Look, there were a lot of things to be content about that morning, and Ted probably could have laid there and listed more, but then Trent shifted, and Ted opened his eyes, all thoughts floating away as he caught sight of the gorgeous man next to him.

Deities didn't look that good first thing in the morning, Ted was sure of it. Trent's hair was tussled, but in a way that transitioned it from beautiful to sexy, his long lashes rested softly on unblemished skin, and his lush lips were just slightly parted, letting warm little puffs of air escape through the gap. Immediately, Ted desired to kiss him, but he refrained for the moment, not wanting to wake Trent just yet, and so instead he continued to lay still, head propped up on his arm, and took in the stunning sight that he had been gifted with.

While lying there, Ted became aware that other parts of him were appreciating the view also. In his pyjama bottoms, his morning wood made it clear that it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and it even suggested a few things that Ted had been working up the nerve to enact over the past week or so.

They hadn't touched below the waist yet, they were still a relatively new couple (four months is 'still new', right?), and to be honest, Ted was still getting used to the fact that he was dating a man – a very adorable, sweet, patient man that he was crazy about. As far as Ted had been concerned, he was a straight man…right up until he'd kissed Trent in the heat of a moment and the record scratched in his brain. It wasn't that he had a problem with his new sexual identity, it was just that he was…well, trying to navigate that new part of his life, and himself for the first time.

Trent had been amazing; letting Ted set the pace, and making him feel wanted and cared for. Don't get him wrong though, just because they'd taken it slow thus far, didn't mean that the sexual tension wasn't there, it was there, Ted just hadn't been ready to act on it yet.

Ted was drawn from his thoughts by the subject of them inhaling deeply and turning his head in Ted's direction, eyelids parted just enough to see through, a serene smile lighting up his features better than the early morning sunlight.

"Mmm, morning, handsome," Trent drawled sleepily, then pressed a kiss to the corner of Ted's mouth, tickling his moustache, and shifting closer to the American before resettling.

"Good morning yourself," Ted replied light heartedly, and with a smitten grin.

Trent cracked an eye open again, "Were you watching me sleep?"

"Well the view from the window, while lovely, has nothing on you I'm afraid," Ted admitted, eyes drawn to the soft, cute features of Trent's face.

The corner of Trent's mouth ticked up on one side, "If you have any objections to kissing before bru-"

Ted cut Trent off not with words, yet still with his mouth, kissing him soundly as he moved so that their torsos were connected. Bare arms slid around Ted's lower back and shoulders, drawing him closer still. The longer they continued, their interaction became less of a languid, lazy morning make out, and more of a heated dance of tongues, battling over who got to suck on who's lower lip.

Sometime in the middle of all that, Ted had ended up lying directly on top of Trent. Their legs begun to tangle, hips met hips, and Ted felt the effect their make out session was having on the man underneath him against his own relatively stiff length.

They both gasped, eyes locking with each other.

"Are you okay with this?" Trent asked, a little breathlessly, lips shiny and red from kissing.

Ted nodded minutely, "Yeah, I think so," the words quiet, but he smiled reassuringly so that there could be no doubt.

There was something magical about mornings like that one, something intimate and freeing, as if time was frozen, and you were caught in a place that wasn't quite real, somewhere between the moments of waking, and when you had to start the day.

A new kind of light shone in Trent's eyes at the admission, and it only encouraged Ted to take the next step. He brushed away a stray stand of hair from Trent's face, and then reconnected their lips, relaxing back into the kiss, focusing on the sweet taste and sensual feeling of Trent's tongue brushing against his own.

After a short while, Ted just let the rest of his body do what felt right. His hips slowly begun to move, gently rutting against Trent, dragging their clothed lengths against each other. To be honest, Ted had expected it to feel somewhat strange, foreign even, but the solid heat of Trent underneath him was extraordinarily welcome. A few thrusts later, and it felt natural, as if his body had always known that it wanted this, delighted in it.

He kissed open-mouthed from Trent's jaw, to his ear, and then down his neck to the scooped neck of his night shirt. With his mouth now free, Trent's little hums and gasps could be heard much more clearly. When his hands found and squeezed Ted's ass cheeks, Ted sunk his teeth into Trent's collarbone through his shirt and ground down firmly into the man under him.

"Ah, Ted," Trent keened, body arching into the touch.

Holy dooly, that was probably one of the sexiest things he'd ever witnessed.

"Can I touch you?" he asked suddenly, only realising what he'd said once Trent had halted their movement.

"Yes, if you're sure…"

He was, it seemed he was still playing catch up with himself, but he was getting faster at syncing up every part of himself, and they were all in agreement; they wanted to touch Trent there. And there was no pressure from Trent, that was clear from his tone to his body language; he desired more, but would happily continue in whatever capacity Ted was comfortable with.

Ted drew back onto his knees between Trent's thighs, and licked his kiss swollen lips subconsciously, "Yeah, I'm sure," he confirmed, eyes catching on the thick stripe of skin that was showing where Trent's shirt had ridden up.

Once he'd been able to unstick his gaze, Ted started by running his hand over Trent's tented pyjama bottoms, the thin material allowing him to get a good feel of the outline, and solidness of the length underneath. He only remembered to breathe when he heard Trent's audible inhale, too focused on, and too mesmerised by the man underneath him.

After a few passes with the palm of his hand, and a soft moan from Trent, Ted asked, "Can I…uh…?" he tucked his fingers into the waistband of the pants to indicate what he meant.

In response, Trent lifted his ass off of the bed just enough so that Ted could pull the garment down and release Trent's stiff erection from it's confines. Breathe, he reminded himself. Of course his own cock was already on board, twitching merely at the sight of Trent laid out, exposed like that, just for him.

His hands found those narrow hips, starting there and working up to exploring the main attraction, learning every freckle, every contour of the skin that he was currently privy to.

"Are you okay?" Trent checked, eyes soft, but flickering with desire.

"Yeah, sorry, upstairs brain's tryna catch up with the downstairs brain, ya know?"

"It's alright, take all the time you need," Trent told him, fingers brushing up and down his arm reassuringly. "All of your touches feel lovely, by the way," he added with an adoring smile that reflected in his gaze.

"Good to know," Ted acknowledged, appreciating the feedback, and becoming bolder with where he was putting his hands. "I also keep getting distracted by how gorgeous you are," he admitted quietly, running his thumb through the neat curls surrounding the base of Trent's length.

Trent blushed, and it was such a beautiful sight that Ted had to kiss him. It seemed that Trent shared that desire as well as they met in the middle, Trent sitting up, supported on one hand, the other cupping Ted's face as their mouths collided. Mere moments later, Ted's palm slid up Trent's cock, and he gasped against Ted's mouth, and then moaned when fingers curled more firmly around the shaft.

The head of Trent's cock was velvety under the pad of Ted's thumb as it traced around the ridge, and then over the slit. At the same time Trent made a noise in his throat – mouth occupied in another kiss – and his fingertips dug into Ted's jaw just a little. Ted's free hand came up to tangle in luxurious locks, keeping them moulded together like that as he begun to stroke Trent's erection, devouring every single arousing noise that the other man made as they kissed with fervour.

It was different, yet in a way familiar, he had one of these too after all, but there was something about touching Trent like this that sparked a wildfire into life inside of him. Maybe it was the silky smoothness of his length, the way his fingers clenched, or the debauched expression and sounds of ecstasy that brought this feeling to life, but whatever it was, Ted had a taste now, and he couldn't get enough.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so goddamn hard, he dropped his free hand from Trent's hair to palm himself through his pyjama bottoms, but within seconds Trent's hand was covering his.

"Would you allow me…?" Trent panted, eyes aflame with desire, yet the warmth was tender.

"Yeah, yes, god," Ted permitted, nearly tripping over his words in haste. The next moment he was shoving down his pants, and there was a warm hand wrapped around his damn near throbbing erection, working it in time with Ted's hand on Trent.

Ted's head dropped to Trent's shoulder, his mouth hanging open, breathy moans falling out almost in a string. Lost in the moment, Ted hardly noticed when Trent laid them back down. It was only once he settled their lengths against each other and the friction was almost too good, did Ted realise what Trent was doing. He copied Trent in wrapping his hand around both of them, and thrust into the circle of their hands, rubbing against each other in the process.

"Oh, oh th-that's amazin'."

"Yeah," Trent breathed, "it really is."

Their motions became frantic quite quickly, precome making the process even better, and then increased again by Trent nipping at Ted's jawline, teeth scraping along his morning stubble. He followed it up to Ted's ear, then sucked on the lobe without mercy, bringing Ted right to the edge.

"Mmnff, Trent, I-I'm gonna…" Ted warned.

Trent moaned in his ear in response, "I've got you, Ted."

Everything hit him at once, and his hips stuttered as Ted came hard over them both with a deep groan. Seconds later he was aware of a loud cry, and then Trent relaxed back into the mattress, pulling his hand away and wiping it on his ruined shirt.

Still panting, Ted shifted to the side so that he could lie down properly too, though still stay touching Trent, at least with a leg. Ted followed Trent in wiping his hand on his shirt, knowing a lost cause when he saw one, and vowing to get up in a maximum of ten minutes to put their clothes in the washing machine.

"Wow," Trent breathed, "you alright, love?"

Getting his breathing under control, Ted swallowed then turned his head to look at Trent, seeing the rise and fall of his chest starting to reduce to normal, "Better than," Ted answered assuredly, "and you know…dishevelled is a sexy look on you, darlin'."

"Oh, stop it, a person can only blush so much, Ted," Trent chuckled, leaning in for a chaste kiss, cheeks rosy.

"Like that would stop me from letting ya know how wonderful and gorgeous you are all the time," Ted rebutted, sweeping stray strands out of Trent's face before drawing him into another kiss.

"Mmm, I suppose I should have expected that."

"Well, I would think that you'd know me by now," Ted laughed, then switched topics, "I think the shower should be big enough by the way, if you wanted to get the water running while I put the clothes on to wash. I'll make us breakfast afterwards."

Trent cocked an eyebrow at him as he sat up a little.

"What? Have I got come in my mo?"

Trent snickered, "No, no…am I correct in assuming that you want to shower together?"

Oh, Ted back tracked, "Well, we don't have to, I just thought-"

"I'd love to," Trent quickly amended, "I was just checking that was what you wanted to do."

Ted purposefully dragged his eyes up and down Trent's body, "And miss the opportunity to see this full glorious visage? Not a chance."