He cuts himself off there, curses, because fuck this. Fuck Roman and fuck Letha. In the figurative, not the literal sense. She'd put his hands on her tits, and it had been like staring down the barrel of a shotgun knowing you're taking both rounds in the fucking face, whether you want to or not. He shakes his head,
"You're the same, you know. Fucking Godfreys. You think whatever you want belongs to you because of your fucking name."
He'd said no, even if he wasn't exactly up to telling Roman why he;d said no, what it was that kept him from wanting in her. Peter was a virgin and under different circumstance would about as thrilled at the idea of sex with anyone as the next boy. But he wanted Roman. Which infuriated him and made him shake and ached inside of him. He wasn't into dudes, at least, he didn't think he was. Not really.
Fucking around was one thing. Clumsy touches, drunk and laughing and making fun of the whole fucking world. It wasn't like he was about to get on his knees and say please, I want you to fuck me. Or was he? Roman was about as easy to figure out as a knife in the dark. He flicked his thumb at the metal container and raised an eyebrow.
"You gonna be a dick or you gonna share?"
Pills weren't his thing. Roman wasn't his thing, either. Fuck it all, it was just that kind of fucking night.
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Date: 2013-11-07 10:40 pm (UTC)He cuts himself off there, curses, because fuck this. Fuck Roman and fuck Letha. In the figurative, not the literal sense. She'd put his hands on her tits, and it had been like staring down the barrel of a shotgun knowing you're taking both rounds in the fucking face, whether you want to or not. He shakes his head,
"You're the same, you know. Fucking Godfreys. You think whatever you want belongs to you because of your fucking name."
He'd said no, even if he wasn't exactly up to telling Roman why he;d said no, what it was that kept him from wanting in her. Peter was a virgin and under different circumstance would about as thrilled at the idea of sex with anyone as the next boy. But he wanted Roman. Which infuriated him and made him shake and ached inside of him. He wasn't into dudes, at least, he didn't think he was. Not really.
Fucking around was one thing. Clumsy touches, drunk and laughing and making fun of the whole fucking world. It wasn't like he was about to get on his knees and say please, I want you to fuck me. Or was he? Roman was about as easy to figure out as a knife in the dark. He flicked his thumb at the metal container and raised an eyebrow.
"You gonna be a dick or you gonna share?"
Pills weren't his thing. Roman wasn't his thing, either. Fuck it all, it was just that kind of fucking night.