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Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."

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What it felt was like absolute heaven, being completely wrapped in love as well as Peter's arms and Tir managed to turn his head just enough to reach for the Yank's lips. "Kiss me, Peter." He demanded softly, voice trembling with the near overwhelming feeling. "Kiss me and take me, luv. I need y'."

Peter touched his mouth to Tir's and kissed him deeply as his hand slid back to guide his cock into his lover's body. With a soft groan, he pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle and holding back to wait for Tir's response.

Tir pressed back slightly as his inner muscles grasped at Peter's length, trying to draw him in deeper. "Ach, luv...aye, gie it t' me."

Peter pushed in deeper with a low growl of pleasure at the way Tir's body took him in. He moved more carefully than he usually did, but he still buried himself completely inside him, losing himself inside the heat of his lover. "God, you feel so good," he whispered.

Tir couldn't stop himself from rocking back slightly against the length that filled him. "Peter...," he moaned softly one hand moving back to wrap around the Yank's hip. "Love me, mo charaid."

Peter began moving, but still not being as forceful as he usually would. In a way, having to move with slow, easy movements, rocking back and forth in a way that felt like the sweetest torture, made it even more intense than if he pounded Tir with everything he had.

Tir ached to move with Peter, but knew if he hurt himself at all his lover would put an end to every thing until the doctor gave them full permission so he forced himself to lay still, barely rocking his hips, but using the control of his inner muscles to milk every inch of his love. It amazed him just how quickly those gentle thrust were driving him to the edge as Peter's arms held him close. "Love you, Peter." He whispered.

"Love you, too, baby," Peter said, groaning at the way Tir body tightened around him. He was amazed that Tir could respond so well to him when he wasn't even moving. "How're you doing?"

At Peter's moan Tir squeezed a bit more and chuckled. "Can't think of a time I've been better and it sounds like you'd agree, Yank."

"I do," Peter grinned, kissing Tir's neck and reaching around to take hold of his cock in a gentle grip. "Let me know if it's too much," he said, hips rocking and hand slowly starting to stroke him.

"More like wie you, there'd never be enou', luv." Tir groaned as Peter's hand enveloped him, the sensations leaving him suspended between the Yank's cock and his hand as he moved just slightly between them. The slow easy build up was absolutely perfect and for all that he couldn't wait for the chance to have Peter pound him into a writhing gasping mass of need once again, Tir found the gentle love making erotic and intense in an entirely different way.

His orgasm, when it came, was as easy as breath, stealing over him in slow, rolling waves as his body tightened around Peter's length and he sighed out. "Ahhhh....Peter....luv." He trembled in his lover's arms, feeling both sated and completely cherished.

Peter held Tir tighter when he felt him coming, and soon he was following him, his climax matching his lover's in its quiet intensity. "My beautiful boy," he whispered, kissing Tir's ear. "I love you so much, Tir."

"I love y', Peter Cavanaugh, with everything I have in me." Tir turned his head and captured the man's lips.

Kissing Tir like that, Peter felt the happiest he had since the doctor told him Tir would be all right after the stabbing. Now, he really knew that everything was going to be okay and that his beautiful Tir would be his old self with time.

"How're you feeling, baby?" he asked, kissing Tir's shoulder. "Do you want your medication? Something to eat? Some sleep? Tell me and I'll get it."

"I feel amazin', luv." He glanced at the clock. "But if I don't soon take a pill, I'm sure I'll be feelin' anythin' but." He lifted one of Peter's hands to his lips. "When this stuff puts me t' sleep, I'll not wake for at least four hours, mo charaid. I'd like if y' go and have dinner with Mora and the lads, aye and not just sit and watch over me."

Peter sighed and kissed Tir's temple. He hated the idea of leaving him, but he supposed there wouldn't be any harm in grabbing a quick meal with Mora and her boys. "Let me give you something to eat with your pill and then I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, all right?"

"I'm not hungry, Peter, but I'll definitely take y' stayin' here until I sleep." Tir smiled.

"Okay, baby," Peter said, carefully getting up so he could get Tir his medication and a glass of water. "Here you are," he said, putting everything on the night stand and making sure Tir was comfortable before giving him the pill and the glass.

Tir took the pill and swallowed, smiling up at Peter as he handed him back the water. "Now come here and hold me, luv."

"Whatever my baby wants," Peter said, getting back in bed and wrapping himself around Tir as much as he could.

"And should I say I want y' t' take me out t' the pub t'night?" Tir grinned impishly.

"I'd say sure because I know you'll be asleep soon," Peter chuckled.

"Ach, y're a cruel wee man, luv." Tir laughed.

"There's nothing wee about me," Peter teased, kissing Tir's ear.

"Aye, that's true and m' arse can testify t' it." Tir answered in a satisfied purr.

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