It's not the way that this works, it's not names, it's not breathy exclamations, but this time is different. It's only a half hour that separates his hands on Letha's tits from Roman's mouth on his cock. He'd been edgy back in the trailer, trying to slink away from what had seemed painfully inevitable until he'd seen Roman. But this, this catches his body on fire, and fuck, he wants him. He wants him for not just one moment, this one, but an endless series of them strung together.
He's always pulling away, but he doesn't actually want to lose him; fucking contradictory. Peter's still just a dumb fucking teenager no matter how old his eyes sometimes look. He wants him, wants this, and maybe he wants more. Roman makes him wants things that he fears, and that makes him hate the other boy, just a little, just enough.
Peter's just a little louder than usual. Moans pulled from deep in his chest, like they're things he doesn't quite want to give away, but he can't help himself. Roman is fucking gorgeous like this, which isn't something he ever really thought he'd think about another guy, but Roman is different. He never quite planned on falling into this either, whatever the fuck it was between them. Gravitational, magnetic.
Peter curses, jerking his head back sharp so it slams against the headrest. Normally, he can ignore it, just take the pleasure, but right now it feels like he's losing it, like he's coming apart under every touch of his fingers and every bob of his mouth. He can't keep Roman's name off his lips, and it isn't casual or easy, and maybe that's honestly why he'd tried to shove him away. Self-righteous intentions about protecting him aside.
Maybe he was just terrified that Roman would see, that this would happen and he'd see. He'd notice just how fucked Peter was on him.
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Date: 2013-11-17 08:08 am (UTC)He's always pulling away, but he doesn't actually want to lose him; fucking contradictory. Peter's still just a dumb fucking teenager no matter how old his eyes sometimes look. He wants him, wants this, and maybe he wants more. Roman makes him wants things that he fears, and that makes him hate the other boy, just a little, just enough.
Peter's just a little louder than usual. Moans pulled from deep in his chest, like they're things he doesn't quite want to give away, but he can't help himself. Roman is fucking gorgeous like this, which isn't something he ever really thought he'd think about another guy, but Roman is different. He never quite planned on falling into this either, whatever the fuck it was between them. Gravitational, magnetic.
Peter curses, jerking his head back sharp so it slams against the headrest. Normally, he can ignore it, just take the pleasure, but right now it feels like he's losing it, like he's coming apart under every touch of his fingers and every bob of his mouth. He can't keep Roman's name off his lips, and it isn't casual or easy, and maybe that's honestly why he'd tried to shove him away. Self-righteous intentions about protecting him aside.
Maybe he was just terrified that Roman would see, that this would happen and he'd see. He'd notice just how fucked Peter was on him.