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“We're not calling it a date are we?” Jamie had his feet dangling in the water of the stream, he and Charlie had retreated to for the weekend. After Jamie had left the hospital he requested some overtime and Charlie gladly used his hours too to come to a Midsomer constabulary safe house, which was located near a river. It was a rare day of early summer bliss, where it was warm enough to dare and go swimming in the countless rivers and streams of Midsommer without the dangers of hypothermia lurking around the corner.
“Does it feel like a date?”
“I'm not sure. We got lovely scenery, drinks and lovely company.”
“So what's missing?”
“I don't know. Shouldn't we be talking about things rather than just drink our beer in silence.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Charlie tried to smile, he was worried about the topic, burning in his mind, the unspoken thing between them.
“You know what it is.”
“Ah.” Charlie couldn't think of anything better, sometimes words just failed him.
Jamie frowned at this response, suddenly hit with insecurity whether or not it was smart to bring this up, but he was so certain of his feelings.
“If you don't want to talk about what happened, then let's stop this. I care about you Charlie, but I don't want to get hurt again.”
Charlie was so starstruck, thoughts were racing through his head a voice was screaming at him to for fucks sake tell him that you care about him as well, tell him that you do more than just care about him, just say anything.
Charlie's silence was too much for Jamie, who took it as a sign of indifference and jumped into the water and swam away.
“Wait.” Charlie jumped after him, caught up to him at ease and put himself in his way.
“Leave it.” Jamie tried to escape him but Charlie was quicker.
Everytime he tried to escape he was caught.
Jamie's annoyance turned into laughter as they chased each other around in the water after a while. He splashed water in Charlie's face and swam away but was caught by Charlie who dived beneath him to catch him by the hip to drag him under water .
This is how Mari-Morgans play.
Jamie went from pushing him away to draggin him nearer to the shore, before getting out of the water and throwing himself in the soft grass. Charlie admired him for a moment from where he was in the water before getting out of the water and laying down next to Jamie.
Jamie had his eyes closed, when Charlie sat up, only to open it when Charlie hat placed a hand on a recent scar.
Jamie wanted to ask what this meant but Charlie didn’t leave him a chance to as he closed the gap and kissed him. Jamie was utterly confused by the kiss but did not object to it, as it felt right. There was no social pressure connected to this. No excuse why they should be kissing now.
There was something in the way Charlie was kissing him, which made him understand that his feelings were not one sided.
Jamie broke the kiss, sitting up, shaking his head with a smile, they were dancing with heresy making out near the riverbank in broad daylight in Midsomer, no matter how secluded they were, there was alway danger.
“We should head inside.”
“Race you?”
“Your funeral, old sport.”
Jamie was indeed faster than Charlie, who still caught him at the door and let himself be dragged by a kiss inside.
They closed the door behind them, hungrily kissed each other while stumbling towards the bed.
Charlie found the edge of the bed first taking down Jamie with him, who couldn’t stop leaving trails of kisses over Charlie's neck, it felt too go to stop doing this, Charlie took his hand gently, and placed it on his own thigh, taking in a deep breath as Jamie squeezed it.
“I'd be lying if I'd say I haven't thought about this.” whispered the Detective Sergeant skimming his fingertips down the centre of Charlie's chest, his fluttering stomach, before stopping at his navel.
He watched the flutter of Charlie's eyelids, who was trying his best not to make a noise as he was pulled into his lap before capturing Jamie's lips in an open mouth kiss.
This was better than anything he could have imagined.
They both were beyond denial now how much the other excited them. Charlie moved his free hand up Jamie's thigh over where his swim shorts cling tight to his body. Jamie arched into his touch, so Charlie could feel how much his touch was impacting him.
“Do you want this?” gasped Charlie in between hot kisses suddenly very aware how this might go too far too quickly.
“Yes, of course.” Jamie smiled, cupping Charlie's face to make their gaze meet. “You can't imagine how much.” he pulled their hips together with the press of his hand against the small of his back. Charlie almost lost his grip on reality, feeling Jamie suddenly so close, as he rocked against him.
He buried his face against his neck, aching from the friction as they continued moving against each other.
Charlie wanted all of Jamie at once.
He was painfully hard, when Jamie grabbed his arse to bring him in the right position on the bed.
“You mind taking these off?” Jamie had still his wit about him, Charlie almost wanted to complain, nobody should be so smug while sucking love marks into another man's thighs, but he couldn't quite find the words to file such a complaint.
“Yes.. I mean noo.. Jamie..”
They both tore at the fabric of his swimming trunks, laughing at the stupid struggle of wet fabric against bedding, kissing before removing the final obstacle of fabric.
“You want this?” asked Charlie again, realising what Jamie was about to do.
“More than anything. Do you?”
Charlie threw his head back, as Jamie was stroking over his newly exposed skin. Running his slender fingers around his length to test the waters.
“Yes.” he sucked in a sharp breath, he wasn't quite sure what was happening right now.
Jamie moaned softly as Charlie's hands tugged lightly in his hair, a sound Charlie
wanted to last forever. It was such a delightful sound.
His blue eyes flickered devious when their gazes met, Charlie almost came from the look Jamie gave him alone.
This was just not fair.
Biting his lip in order to suppress a moan as Jamie put that wicket tongue of his to good use, taking his length all in, he buried his hand deeper in the gorgeous thick mop of dark hair, which was rewarded with another soft moan.
He was so close.
Vowing to never let Jamie cut his hair shorter than this, he ran his hand through his hair again matching Jamie's rhythm.
“Don't be shy. Let me hear you.” Jamie brought up, lips all plump, while kissing the inside of Charlie's thigh where his bruises had stopped showing up, his hand replacing where his lips just had stopped their service. Moving up his stomach with kisses before sucking love marks into his neck.
“You're gonna be the death of me.” his breath hitched as Jamie's hand picked up the pace, arching into the touch, he grabbed Jamie to kiss him hard on the lips, coming as he tasted himself on the other man's lips.
Jamie was laughing when he saw what sort of state he had Charlie reduced to.
It took a few moments for Charlie to catch his breath again.
He was absolutely stunned by the turn of events which lead to this moment and a bit mad he hadn't dragged Jamie back home when they had made out at the Christmas party.
How will he ever live without this again?
Jamie was so hot it wasn't fair. He looked messy but not messy enough for Charlie's taste.
Pulling him in for another kiss he rolled over to be on top of him.
“You don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” Jamie raised but Charlie shut him up with a look of are you kidding me. Quite possibly the last time he'd not make a sound during this endeavour. Charlie brushed his thumb over Jamie's bottom lip which was still swollen, Jamie sucked on it softly teasing Charlie a little before releasing him. Charlie was in awe over how much Jamie was still in control here, he wanted to change this.
Slowly he moved his hand down Jamie's chest whose hips curved forward and legs opened obscenely wide as Charlie moved his fingers beneath the waistband of his swim shorts.
Jamie had his eyes closed, mouth agape as Charlie took them off for him.
He massaged his inner thighs, rubbing soft circles till Jamie was panting with need.
He was calling out Charlie's name so gracefully lustful he almost didn't want to release him
He wanted to keep Jamie like this, free from all danger and harm, calling his name with want.
Charlie was equally skilled with his hand as Jamie was with his mouth.
He knew how to apply the right amount of pressure to make Jamie see stars.
“Look at me.” Charlie said with his gentle voice while stroking over Jamie's strained face before kissing him one last time before picking up the pace to drive him over the edge.
They both laid next to each other, pretty much in disbelief of what they had just done for a full minute before resorting to laughter at how ridiculous this all had been given they hadn't been too far off from not speaking to each other ever again a couple of hours ago.
Jamie kissed Charlie's forehead as he held him tight after their exhaustion.
“I meant to tell you something earlier but I think you got the message anyways.” Charlie was stroking over Jamie's most recent scar, he had quite a few Charlie had noticed, knowing Jamie they were all gained in the line of service.
“I did?”
“ When you were in that shed, half dead, I realised I didn't want to spend a day apart from you.”
“So this isn't just a rebound shag for you?”
“No?”
“Just making sure.” Jamie was smiling, stroking Charlie's cheek.
“You prat.I do care for you.”
“Is that how you call all your boyfriends?”
“Only the ones who nearly die before I can call them my boyfriend.”
Jamie shut him up with a kiss pushing him back into the mattress.
Charlie beneath him, was utterly content and gorgeously blessed with a glow to his skin he hadn't seen before, kissing him back as he feared death would take him away if he dared to let go.