'Witness' - The White Bridge Crime Series 3 - LGBT, manXman

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"Tommy!" Freddie Glover called through from the bar to the manager's office.

"Yeah?"

"Can you add a bottle of vodka to this week's stock order, please?"

"Yep."

Tom Harwood made a note on a post-it and threw his pen down onto the desk. He rubbed his eyes wearily, before shutting down his computer and locking up the office.

He went out into the restaurant, and saw Freddie Glover, his partner of seven years, crouched behind the bar, running his finger down a long list of beverages and checking off the number of bottles he had left.

"About ready to go?" Tom asked, walking over and ruffling Fred's hair affectionately.

"I think so. I just have to cash up."

"I'll do that."

Tom went across to the till on the bar and started quickly counting the cash. He added up piles of notes and coins, kept two hundred pounds in various denominations inside the till for the next night's float, and put the night's bar takings into a little plastic bag, along with a cash-receipt and a note with the date on it. He shoved the bag into a little plastic box and put the box down the tube that led to the underground safe.

By the time he'd finished, Freddie had finished taking stock of the bar, and was cleaning the curved marble bar-top.

Tom quickly pushed all of the bar stools under, and fished his key ring from his pocket.

"Alright, I'm done," Fred said finally, wiping his hands on a towel.

Tom smiled at him.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," Fred said, looking around for anything he'd missed.

"What about there?" Tom asked innocently. "You missed a spot on the bar."

"I did?"

Fred leant over to inspect the bar.

Grinning triumphantly, Tom slipped up behind Fred, sliding his hands down to cup Fred's hips.

"Here," he whispered, licking Freddie's neck gently.

"Tom," Fred wriggled.

"What?"

"Adrian told us to stop having sex in the restaurant. It's a violation of the health codes."

"No, he told us to stop having sex in the restaurant while there were clients. We're the only ones here now."

Tom let his tongue caress the helix of Freddie's ear.

Fred moaned softly.

"Tommy," Fred twisted in Tom's arms, so that they were face-to-face.

"What?" Tom whispered, stealing Freddie's next breath with a deep kiss.

"I forgot," Fred admitted, his fingers busily working on the buttons of Tom's shirt.

"Good." Tom yanked Fred's shirt over his head and pulled him close.

Tom let his fingertips trail over Freddie's back, lightly digging into Fred's spine.

"I love you," he murmured softly.

"I know." Fred kissed Tom tenderly.

Freddie looped his arms around Tom's neck, and lifted his legs to wrap around Tom's waist.

Tom lifted Freddie easily and set him upon the bar-top.

Fred moaned softly as Tom's hips ground gently against his own. Tom fumbled with Fred's zip for a moment, before he lifted Freddie off the counter and slid away his jeans and underwear.