They had barely closed the bedroom door before Carrick had stepped forward and drawn Russ into his arms for a slow, deep kiss. His fingers entwined in the other man's hair, holding his head down and his lips on Carrick's own.
When the kiss finally broke, he let his fingers trace slowly down Russell's neck and shoulders and around to his chest.
"I love you, Rusell," he said quietly. "No pretty little whipping-toy is ever going to change that."
He leaned forwards, lips brushing Russ' own as he whispered. "Tell me what you want tonight."