Sheriff Thomas had never thought of going to England, yet here he was. The prince had swore to him that he needed to be escorted by someone who could actually protect him. For some reason, 'unknown' to Thomas, he couldn't tell the prince no.
He liked feeling like he was actually good at something. He liked not having to nail something down to actually actually keep track of it.
The prince had demanded Thomas ride in his carriage. Thomas didn't mind not having to walk. He did however mind how close he was to prime Mathew. This carriage had been built only for two people. It now was sitting three. The prince, the detective, and him.
Thomas could feel heat on his face. It was the kind of heat he had only felt when drunk. The prince was carrying a conversation with the detective, but Thomas couldn't be bothered to join in. Well, that was until the prince spilt his wine.
"Hey!" The prince cried as wine stained his shirt. "Stop the carriage." The carriage came to a sudden stop.
Mathew began get strip his shirt. Thomas couldn't stop looking. The other man had the physical appearance of a god. Thomas felt a flutter in his stomach. He felt the heat on his face spread.
Mathew handed the ruined shirt to a handmaid who was walking next to the carriage. He sat back down next to Thomas. Thomas felt squished. He felt as though the man had pushed him up against the wall.
They continued on with Thomas feeling that way. The detective was falling asleep from long ride. Thomas could feel the prince lulling his head. The prince was dozing off.
The prince was leaning more and more onto Thomas. Soon Mathew was just about cuddling him. Thomas looked at the other man. He was so handsome. He looked so peaceful.
Thomas could feel himself move before he was thinking about it. He placed a small kiss on the man's lips.
"I love you too." Mathew mumbled. Thomas blushed and chuckled.
"Gay." He heard from the across the carriage cabin.
"I'll kill you if you ever speak of this." Thomas said holding his gun.
