Chapter Eleven

                                    

                                          
Thomas sat with Nikolai, sharing a few drinks. His anxiety had been high since the incident with knowing Edward was a illegal immigrant, he needed a break. 
Nikolai cheered, seeing his team was loosing on the TV, "Da!" 
Thomas looked at Nikolai, confused? "Why are you cheering Nik?"
"Because, every time my team loses, I get another beer," Nikolai grinned, standing up and walking over to his fridge. Nikolai kissed Takeos cheek, "I am loosing again hun."
Takeo shook his head, "I think you shour'd slow down on your drinking." He continued to scrub the dish, putting it on the dry rack. "So, Dempsey, is Edward an introvert?"
Thomas choked a bit on his drink, thinking Takeo would mention something else, "Sorry, and no why?"
"Wer'll, we did invite him to game night, did he not want to come?" Takeo asked, finishing up his dishes and coming to sit down on the couch. Takeo got comfy, then feeling a arm wrap around him and a plop. 
"Uh yeah, I'm not sure.,.." Thomas looked to the TV screen, "Hey Nik, your team's winning." 
Nikolai booed, putting his unopened drink down on the table. "So, did you get checked for AIDS?"
"What!?"
Nikolai pointed to the hickey on Thomas's neck, "Don't think I didn't notice, Nikolai see's everything." 
Thomas looked to the carpet, his face flustered, "God Nikolai, no, he doesn't have fucking AIDS." He rubbed his neck, feeling where Edward marked him, he didn't even notice it. 
"Did you take him to get tested for any STD's? You do remember he was a whore?" Nikolai added, raising his brow to question the simple American. 
"No, I guess I didn't,...and he was doing what he was doing for good reason." Thomas argued, seeing Takeo stand up and leave from the conversation. 
Nikolai shook his head, "People like that will always have some bullshit reason. My mama hit me, wah,." Nikolai mocked, seeing Thomas visibly upset. "Or was that even him? Or was that from one of the girls from the office? I seen the way they look at you, no body asks about me anymore. It's always, 'where officer Dempsey, I want to touch his peepee'." 
Thomas laughed a bit, biting his tongue, "Yeah, it was him,..and,..how would you take someone to get tested? Or, how do I get tested?"
Nikolai shook his head, giving him a phone number he pulled off Google. "Oh and, I thought I'd run more of a search on Edward, he hasn't been registered anywhere in the province. Would you know anything about why that is?" 
Thomas shook his head, awkwardly laughing, "No, I think he's maybe just those type of people. Ya know, off the grid?" 
"Da, off the grid."
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Thomas got home, locking his door once he got into the apartment. He looked around the living room for Edward, seeing no trace of him. Maybe he was at work, late again.
He called the number Nikolai gave him, booking for himself to be tested for STDs and another testing for his partner. Thomas eventually passed out on the couch. 
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Edward came home, tired from cleaning and scrubbing floors all day. He kicked his shoes off, and fell to cuddle onto to Thomas. He listened to his snores, kissing his lips. Edward looked at the coffee table, seeing a number on a piece of paper? 
Edward shook Thomas, waking him up to question the number. "Thomas!"
Thomas snapped out of sleeping, "I'm up! I'm up! Oh, hi hun." He looked at the number in Edwards hands, "I can explain."
"Who's number?" Edward growled, scooting away from him. "Nobody, some doctors number Nikolai gave me. He noticed your marking on my neck, and told me to get tested,..-."
"V'ou can get tested, ich can't. And ich have nothing Thomas, ich would never pass that kind of shit onto you!" Edward argued, getting up to walk to the kitchen. 
"Why are you mad at me? I didn't even think of it, Nikolai told me to do-"
"Do v'ou always listen to Nikolai? He's a drunk, everytime he came here, he was drunk." Edward looked into the fridge, grabbing out the ingredients to make a quick spaghetti. 
"He's my friend Edward, of course I listened to him. Well I have to now, he said he was running more records on you and found nothing, I think he's starting to find you suspicious." Thomas stood up, walking over to Edward. He placed his hands on his hips, kissing his head. "I got some papers today, about the green card and such,.. I'm not really sure how that sorta stuff works, so I printed to papers for you to look at."
Edward closed his eyes, his hands rested on to Thomas's. He turned around, to face the American. "Ich thought you'd cover up the hickey before v'ou went to Nikolais,.."
"I didn't know it was there," Thomas smirked, kissing Edwards lips. He placed his hands onto his ass, using his strength to lift him onto the counter.
Edward kissed Thomas, softly moaning, "Thomas Ich'm trying to cook spaghetti,.." he wrapped his legs around Thomas's hips. 
"Spaghetti can wait~,.." Thomas reached his hands up Edwards shirt, playing with his nipples. Edward moaned softly, taking off his shirt. Thomas smirked, licking his lover's chest. 
Edward bit his lip, sliding his own pants off. "Ich need v'ou Thomas ~..."
Thomas couldn't deny the German needs, he kissed his lover's chest, then his belly, sliding his tongue down to his boxers. 
Thomas slid the Germans boxers down, kissing his member. 
The phone began to ring, Thomas and Edward were too busy getting busy to answer. "Mhm, Thomas, zhe phone -"
"It's probably nothing ~" 
The phone continued to ring, and ring, and ring. 
'You have one new voicemail'
'Hello Officer Dempsey, this is your boss. I have recently been informed you have a new boyfriend, congratulations, but this boyfriend was a prostitute we had arrested 6 months ago,...'
Thomas rolled his eyes, letting go of Edward and handing him his clothes. "Sorry hun." Thomas grabbed the phone, dialing back the number and waited for his boss to pickup. 
"Yes hello Mr. Des, I just walked out of the shower. Thank you, and those accusations are untrue. He lives with me yes, but he is working a different job other than the one we arrested him for..."
Edward finished getting dressed, walking behind Thomas to hug him and listen in on the conversation. 
Thomas wrapped his open arm around Edwards waist, "I was unaware of the results..Yes I understand. I will be in tomorrow." Thomas hung the phone up, mumbling, "Fucking Nikolai."
"V'hats happening?" Edward let go of Thomas, his heart began to race.
"Nikolai looked into you more earlier, I didn't think he'd rat it out to our boss. We have to go, they know now your not from here."
"V'here will we go!?" Edward panicked, following Thomas around the home, picking up his little belongings along the way. 
"Shit, Canada? Mexico? We'll figure it out when we're driving." Thomas shoved a bunch of clothes in his suitcase, grabbing everything he could need. "Thomas, v'ou can turn me in, v'ou can have a life! A good one-."
"Only reason I became a cop was to make my mother happy, but she's gone, my life is how I want to live it. I love you Edward, and I am not going to ruin your life." Thomas pulled Edward into a kiss, hugging him tight.
"Ich love v'ou too." Edward cried, holding onto him tight. 
Thomas let him go, handing him the keys, "Get changed hun, and go to the car. I'll pack up quick."