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Eight years already?! PART TWO - Fluff and Smut

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"This looks absolutely amazing." Freddie pointed at a picture of roasted red peppers. Jim agreed and also made a note to order a big plate of garlic bread for the couple to share. The lovers had been supplied with their drinks, Freddie with a Hungarian Vodka and Jim with a Gin and Tonic. They sipped their chosen drinks as they flicked through the menus, debating on whether to get multiple mini tapas dishes for £30, or one big tapas platter for £24.

"platter 3 has everything that you like the look of sweetheart, why don't you have that?" Jim kissed his lover's hand absentmindedly, bringing a flush to Freddie's cheeks as always.

"Yes I think I will, thank you for bringing me here Jim, it's beautiful. We've got the finest table in the restaurant." Jim smiled and stayed holding on to his husband's hand. Jim selected platter 5, which included calimari, grilled corn, seasoned chicken and patatas bravas.

The service was excellent, and before 15 minutes had passed, the couple were presented with their selected platters, piled high with their featured foods, and a humongous plate of garlic bread for sharing plopped in the middle. Jim chuckled as he fed Freddie a piece of squid, smiling even wider when Freddie held out a forkful of roasted pepper for him.

They ate their way through the platters and a ice cream sundae towering high to follow. They placed it between them, Freddie nearly falling off his chair with laughter when Jim got a huge dollop of chocolate sauce on his nose. Jim insisted that he pay the bill, although he internally winced when he saw the price. Freddie handed him a £50 note with a pointed look, that was silently telling him to argue, because he'd be in for one hell of a fallout if he did so.

They walked out of the restaurant full and happy, as they had no disturbance from the paparazzi or fans, so they were able to enjoy their evening together in peace. Freddie had decided to dismiss Terry, instead deciding they get a taxi. "It's quite safe, neither of us are alone. Don't worry darling." The Persian convinced his husband.

A fact was called and the couple were taken to Heaven, a not-so-respectable gay club. Freddie used his fame to his advantage, only having to wink at the guard and he and Jim were shown in by several very buff men. Jim felt rather on edge around them. They're exactly Freddie's type... Freddie, almost knowing what his husband was thinking, linked their hands together and kissed his cheek whilst they walked, relaxing the Irishman a bit.

Freddie knew all too well that Jim got really clingy and cuddly when he was drunk, and honestly the Persian didn't mind. He loved being in Jim's strong arms. Indeed, after several drinks Jim wouldn't do so much as dance with Freddie, only holding the smaller man in his arms, head tucked into the persian's neck, humming to the music.

"You're beautiful." Jim slurred as he kissed down his lover's neck, the singer shivering at the touch. Jim knew all of his sensitive spots, and how to break him down. "God, baby you're flawless. I want you." Freddie bit his lip, his mind wandering to seeing Jim above him in bed, licking the persian's neck. He gave a high moan louder than either of them expected, and sheepishly giggled when people looked up.

Freddie decided to have a little fun with his husband. He straddled the hairdresser's lap and swivelled his hips experimentally. Jim groaned, hands staying protectively on the singer's waist. "You like that?" He nibbled on Jim's ear. The Irishman pulled Freddie's hips down, and Freddie hummed as he felt Jim's hard-on against his ass.

"Rip me apart, baby." Freddie whispered, in a high, needy voice. See, he knew how to get Jim horny in a matter of seconds, and sure enough, he was being swept into Jim's arms and taken out of the club in record speed. The singer was unbelievably hard, and he whimpered into Jim's neck, making the Irishman more and more aroused. They stumbled into a waiting taxi and were driven to the hotel, Freddie purposely teasing Jim by ghosting his hands over the hairdresser's cock.

They checked into their hotel room, grabbing the key, Freddie complaining that it was on the sixth floor. "But I need you now." He whined, licking his husband's collarbone. Jim growled and kissed Freddie heatedly when the lift doors closed. Freddie moaned into Jim's mouth, biting the Irishman's lower lip and opening his mouth, more than willing to let Jim have dominance.

They had barely made it into the hotel room when Freddie was pushed up against the wall, Jim biting and sucking the smooth skin of the singer's neck. Freddie mewled submissively, revelling in the feeling of his husband's big hands around his body and strong arms holding him down. He needed Jim, and he needed him now.

Part three will be uploaded soon.