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Title: Flatmates with Benefits - Three
Pairing: P/C so close.......
Genre: Pre fame fluff. bit of something else this time. not sure if it were what you would call ‘angst’ exactly but less happy anyway...
Beta: None this time. I wanted to post quick as possible before i forgot.
Rating: E i think. bit of language though
Teaser: ‘He’s my best friend for fuck's sake! I should not be thinking things like that about him.’
Flatmates With Benefits - Part The Third
Carl is not enjoying himself. He’s sitting by himself in the corner of a room full of people with a glass of really, really watching Pete getting off with their next door neighbour Steve and he’s jealous as fuck, not to mention getting painfully, and embarrassingly, hard.
Carl had only come to this party because Peter had asked - fucking begged - him to on account of him not knowing anyone there. Well, if Pete didn’t know Steve before, he certainly didn’t waste anytime in getting to know him a bit better.
Someone must have finally had the sense to change the music - Oasis, for fucks sake! - because suddenly there’s a beat bouncing through the house like Tigger on Acid.
Pete, on hearing the change in music, leapt up, pulling Steve to his feet and dragging him onto the dance floor. Carl just sits and glares at them.
‘Stupid cunt can’t even dance,’ thinks Carl, looking at Steve with disgust.
He really needs to get out of here.
Carl looks down and to his relief, his hard-on seems to have disappeared, thank god.
‘But now Peter can’t help get rid of it....’
‘I did not just think that’, Carl was horrified.
‘He’s my best friend for fuck's sake! I should not be thinking things like that about him.’
‘Oh go on, you know you want it. Him inside you, think how wonderful that would feel. That's not wrong, it can’t be wrong; something that good.....’
Carl sighed resignedly and turned back to look at the dance floor. A slow song had just started up and Pete, ever the opportunist, was using this as an invitation to grind his hips up against Steve’s.
Carl could not take any more. He had had to sit there for not one, not two, but three whole hours watching this, this car crash and he was fucked if he was sitting there any longer. He got up and made his way over to Pete.
“Pete. Peter! PETER. PETER!”
Pete looked round, an irritated look on his face, which, although softening on seeing it was Carl, remained that way as Carl started to talk.
“Just letting you know I’m away now, ok? You can make your own way home or.....”
Carl glared and jerked his head in Steve's direction,
“If you go back to his you’ll be fine seeing as it’s just across the landing aye?.”
“Ok then, I’ll see you later yeah?”
“Yeah, right.”
In retrospect, thought Carl, walking home probably wasn’t one of his better ideas. It was tipping it down and he was soaked through and absolutely fucking freezing.
Somewhere along the way the inside of his jacket must have got wet because when he reached into his inside pocket to pull out his packet of fags, they were ruined, soaked through with rain water and, possibly, cat piss, if the smell was anything to go by.
“FUCKING HELL!! ” Carl shouted, earning him some disapproving looks from passers-by.
“Something wrong, Carlos?”
Carl turned to find Peter standing behind him freshly lit cigarette dangling from his cherry-red lips. Bastard.
“Peter? What the fuck? Why are you here and how the fuck did you manage to get here so fast?”
Pete looked sheepishly at the ground before answering Carl’s question.
“I, ah, em......followed you out but you looked rather angry about something so I decided that for my own well-being I probably shouldn’t approach you until you had at least stopped muttering angrily to yourself, see? Actually, while we’re on the subject, Carlos, you look like a right nutter, walking along talking to yourself like that.....”
“Oh thank you so much Peter, really. Charming, but you still haven’t answered my question. Why, exactly, are you here?”
“Was just wondering why you were so pissed off at me and what made you leave so early. It’s not like you, Carl, turning down an offer of free booze like that. Something must be wrong, aye?”
“Look Pete, just leave it yeah. I’m sorry if my idea of a good time isn’t sitting on my own watching you eat the neighbour’s face.”
Pete looked a little startled for a second or two before a sl grin crept over his features.
“You jealous Carlos? Want me all to yourself?”
The look on Carl’s face made Pete stop his jeering and taunting. Carl had gone bright red and was mumbling, though this wasn’t anything new, Carl always had been shy but never, ever, with Peter before. He seems to have finished now what he had been mumbling and had composed himself.
“Carl, what-”
“Just leave it Pete yeah? I’m going home. I need to sleep”
And with that he brushed past Pete and up the stairs to the flat they shared. Pete followed slowly and as he shut the front door he heard the door to Carl’s room slam.
No thought Peter, Im not going to keep putting this off. If I don’t do it now I never will...
And with that thought he started towards Carl’s door........
TO BE CONTINUED
comments appreciated xxx
Pairing: P/C so close.......
Genre: Pre fame fluff. bit of something else this time. not sure if it were what you would call ‘angst’ exactly but less happy anyway...
Beta: None this time. I wanted to post quick as possible before i forgot.
Rating: E i think. bit of language though
Teaser: ‘He’s my best friend for fuck's sake! I should not be thinking things like that about him.’
Flatmates With Benefits - Part The Third
Carl is not enjoying himself. He’s sitting by himself in the corner of a room full of people with a glass of really, really watching Pete getting off with their next door neighbour Steve and he’s jealous as fuck, not to mention getting painfully, and embarrassingly, hard.
Carl had only come to this party because Peter had asked - fucking begged - him to on account of him not knowing anyone there. Well, if Pete didn’t know Steve before, he certainly didn’t waste anytime in getting to know him a bit better.
Someone must have finally had the sense to change the music - Oasis, for fucks sake! - because suddenly there’s a beat bouncing through the house like Tigger on Acid.
Pete, on hearing the change in music, leapt up, pulling Steve to his feet and dragging him onto the dance floor. Carl just sits and glares at them.
‘Stupid cunt can’t even dance,’ thinks Carl, looking at Steve with disgust.
He really needs to get out of here.
Carl looks down and to his relief, his hard-on seems to have disappeared, thank god.
‘But now Peter can’t help get rid of it....’
‘I did not just think that’, Carl was horrified.
‘He’s my best friend for fuck's sake! I should not be thinking things like that about him.’
‘Oh go on, you know you want it. Him inside you, think how wonderful that would feel. That's not wrong, it can’t be wrong; something that good.....’
Carl sighed resignedly and turned back to look at the dance floor. A slow song had just started up and Pete, ever the opportunist, was using this as an invitation to grind his hips up against Steve’s.
Carl could not take any more. He had had to sit there for not one, not two, but three whole hours watching this, this car crash and he was fucked if he was sitting there any longer. He got up and made his way over to Pete.
“Pete. Peter! PETER. PETER!”
Pete looked round, an irritated look on his face, which, although softening on seeing it was Carl, remained that way as Carl started to talk.
“Just letting you know I’m away now, ok? You can make your own way home or.....”
Carl glared and jerked his head in Steve's direction,
“If you go back to his you’ll be fine seeing as it’s just across the landing aye?.”
“Ok then, I’ll see you later yeah?”
“Yeah, right.”
In retrospect, thought Carl, walking home probably wasn’t one of his better ideas. It was tipping it down and he was soaked through and absolutely fucking freezing.
Somewhere along the way the inside of his jacket must have got wet because when he reached into his inside pocket to pull out his packet of fags, they were ruined, soaked through with rain water and, possibly, cat piss, if the smell was anything to go by.
“FUCKING HELL!! ” Carl shouted, earning him some disapproving looks from passers-by.
“Something wrong, Carlos?”
Carl turned to find Peter standing behind him freshly lit cigarette dangling from his cherry-red lips. Bastard.
“Peter? What the fuck? Why are you here and how the fuck did you manage to get here so fast?”
Pete looked sheepishly at the ground before answering Carl’s question.
“I, ah, em......followed you out but you looked rather angry about something so I decided that for my own well-being I probably shouldn’t approach you until you had at least stopped muttering angrily to yourself, see? Actually, while we’re on the subject, Carlos, you look like a right nutter, walking along talking to yourself like that.....”
“Oh thank you so much Peter, really. Charming, but you still haven’t answered my question. Why, exactly, are you here?”
“Was just wondering why you were so pissed off at me and what made you leave so early. It’s not like you, Carl, turning down an offer of free booze like that. Something must be wrong, aye?”
“Look Pete, just leave it yeah. I’m sorry if my idea of a good time isn’t sitting on my own watching you eat the neighbour’s face.”
Pete looked a little startled for a second or two before a sl grin crept over his features.
“You jealous Carlos? Want me all to yourself?”
The look on Carl’s face made Pete stop his jeering and taunting. Carl had gone bright red and was mumbling, though this wasn’t anything new, Carl always had been shy but never, ever, with Peter before. He seems to have finished now what he had been mumbling and had composed himself.
“Carl, what-”
“Just leave it Pete yeah? I’m going home. I need to sleep”
And with that he brushed past Pete and up the stairs to the flat they shared. Pete followed slowly and as he shut the front door he heard the door to Carl’s room slam.
No thought Peter, Im not going to keep putting this off. If I don’t do it now I never will...
And with that thought he started towards Carl’s door........
TO BE CONTINUED
comments appreciated xxx