5 Questions Part I
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thisisnotcamden: 5 ways that Pete and Carl did not have sex.
The first time was awkward. But even before that things were weird. When Pete met Carl, he was going out with Amy. A week later, they broke up and Amy told Carl to stay away from her brother or else. The next day, Carl called Pete and they went to the park to smoke. They day after, they went to have dinner. For about a month, they did something together every day.Finally, one Friday at two in the morning, Carl kissed Pete. It was sweet and made Pete feel warm and fuzzy. The next week, Carl sucked Pete off. This was a different kind of good feeling. Two weeks later, Pete pulled Carl into his messy teenager’s room and locked the door firmly behind them.
In the loos after their first real gig, Pete pushes a hot and sweaty Carl into a stall and slams the door behind him, and the sounds of the people and the next band playing fade away when his lips crash against Carl’s searching, soft ones, and they hold on tight to each other almost like they know the Albion has taken a leak and is slowly sinking beneath their feet. Then thought stops completely and Pete fucks Carl hard against the loo wall, choking out his name like a prayer through gritted teeth when he comes.
When the coppers push Pete out of the station, the first thing that happens is the snap of a dozen cameras. But the first things Pete sees are Carl’s eyes, brimming over (not with tears, because Carl never cries, especially in public) with sorrow and an apology too profound for words, that Pete knows is reflected in his eyes.
Pete approaches him, suddenly shy. “Sorry about the guitars, mate.” He says, looking down.
Carl grabs him and hugs him. “It’s alright, Bilo.
When they pull apart, Pete sees a different look in Carl’s blue eyes which he opes no one else can see. His eyes hold a promise of a different sort of apology once they get away from the crowd. With that kind of incentive, escaping is simple.
Pete has never told Kate but the first day they met was almost the last. The party was great, and Kate was beautiful. By the time Carl found him, he was quite infatuated. He wasted no time in dragging Pete home.
That night, Carl fucked Pete with a different intensity, paying more attention to the lines of Pete’s body than ever, as if memorizing him. When they lay together later with the covers thrown back, Pete mumbled, “I won’t ever leave you, Biggles.”
“It’s alright,” was what Carl said but what he thought was yes, you will.
The next day, Pete was gone when Carl woke. The note said “Love you. Pete.” Pete did not come home for a week, and when he did, everything was different.
After Kate dumped Pete and he showed up at Carl’s door, drunk out of his mind and on probably about five illegal substances. Carl let him in without a word, first checking to see that there were no paparazzi around. Pete stumbled through the flat like he owned it and disappeared into Carl’s room. Carl followed him reluctantly, entering the dark room like it was a dungeon, knowing that it was inevitable. When Pete’s long fingers wrapped around Carl’s wrist and pulled him toward the bed, Carl did not resist.
5 things Pete owns now that he is a pirate.
A compass that always points North, except on Tuesdays when it points Southwest.
A map that masquerades as a Playgirl magazine and becomes a treasure map if tapped with a quill, and the words “I solemnly swear I am flamboyantly gay” are pronounced with a straight face.
A ship, of course, called the Albion. Her figurehead would resemble Pete if he were a girl. Captain Pete calls her Petra for reasons that are lost on all of the crew but item #4 (the following).
A cabin boy-cum-blowsy sex slave (no pun intended) named Carl, though sometimes he is referred to as Carla by the eccentric captain.
An eye-patch that usually makes him stumble about in a drunk manner and run into masts and such. But he looks rather rakish with it, so who really cares?
5 excuses for not doing my homework.
See, there was this big emergency across the pond-Pete and Carl! They might possibly get together again…well for the five hundredth time, I should say. So homework doesn’t really matter right now.
My letter for Hogwarts finally came, and I was so busy shopping in Diagon Alley that my Muggle homework just flew from my mind!
My best friend’s a druggie and I spent yesterday calling people in Amsterdam to see if they had any more crack? He was going to die-really!
Make Joanna kidnap me and take me off to Not London.
I’m going to be a super-famous rockstar one day, so I won’t need my to know math!
For
rappers_delight: 5 things that wouldn't make Caligula blush.
The way Regulus sometimes looks at Sirius when he thinks Remus is not looking.
The questionable activities that go on in the Slytherin common room after midnight.
The sanguine look on Pete’s face whenever he comes back from some tryst or another, and the oblivious manner in which he details it all to Carl.
The rages that Carl sometimes succumbs to after reading some silly article in the Sun about Pete. Carl storms through his flat, throwing books and ripping pillows until all the madness is gone and the sadness (something he less equipped to deal with, but at least no one gets hurt but him) is all that remains.
The way Pete describes the Albion as if it were better than anything else in the world, because he is on it.
For
float__on: 5 reasons Jasmine is cool
She’s got this super cool friend named Inez.
She’s a senior!
She’s Choir President, in Heartbeats and Madrigals.
She…er…knows what she wants to do with her life?
She can kick your ass any day, bitch.
thisisnotcamden: 5 ways that Pete and Carl did not have sex.
The first time was awkward. But even before that things were weird. When Pete met Carl, he was going out with Amy. A week later, they broke up and Amy told Carl to stay away from her brother or else. The next day, Carl called Pete and they went to the park to smoke. They day after, they went to have dinner. For about a month, they did something together every day.Finally, one Friday at two in the morning, Carl kissed Pete. It was sweet and made Pete feel warm and fuzzy. The next week, Carl sucked Pete off. This was a different kind of good feeling. Two weeks later, Pete pulled Carl into his messy teenager’s room and locked the door firmly behind them.
In the loos after their first real gig, Pete pushes a hot and sweaty Carl into a stall and slams the door behind him, and the sounds of the people and the next band playing fade away when his lips crash against Carl’s searching, soft ones, and they hold on tight to each other almost like they know the Albion has taken a leak and is slowly sinking beneath their feet. Then thought stops completely and Pete fucks Carl hard against the loo wall, choking out his name like a prayer through gritted teeth when he comes.
When the coppers push Pete out of the station, the first thing that happens is the snap of a dozen cameras. But the first things Pete sees are Carl’s eyes, brimming over (not with tears, because Carl never cries, especially in public) with sorrow and an apology too profound for words, that Pete knows is reflected in his eyes.
Pete approaches him, suddenly shy. “Sorry about the guitars, mate.” He says, looking down.
Carl grabs him and hugs him. “It’s alright, Bilo.
When they pull apart, Pete sees a different look in Carl’s blue eyes which he opes no one else can see. His eyes hold a promise of a different sort of apology once they get away from the crowd. With that kind of incentive, escaping is simple.
Pete has never told Kate but the first day they met was almost the last. The party was great, and Kate was beautiful. By the time Carl found him, he was quite infatuated. He wasted no time in dragging Pete home.
That night, Carl fucked Pete with a different intensity, paying more attention to the lines of Pete’s body than ever, as if memorizing him. When they lay together later with the covers thrown back, Pete mumbled, “I won’t ever leave you, Biggles.”
“It’s alright,” was what Carl said but what he thought was yes, you will.
The next day, Pete was gone when Carl woke. The note said “Love you. Pete.” Pete did not come home for a week, and when he did, everything was different.
After Kate dumped Pete and he showed up at Carl’s door, drunk out of his mind and on probably about five illegal substances. Carl let him in without a word, first checking to see that there were no paparazzi around. Pete stumbled through the flat like he owned it and disappeared into Carl’s room. Carl followed him reluctantly, entering the dark room like it was a dungeon, knowing that it was inevitable. When Pete’s long fingers wrapped around Carl’s wrist and pulled him toward the bed, Carl did not resist.
5 things Pete owns now that he is a pirate.
A compass that always points North, except on Tuesdays when it points Southwest.
A map that masquerades as a Playgirl magazine and becomes a treasure map if tapped with a quill, and the words “I solemnly swear I am flamboyantly gay” are pronounced with a straight face.
A ship, of course, called the Albion. Her figurehead would resemble Pete if he were a girl. Captain Pete calls her Petra for reasons that are lost on all of the crew but item #4 (the following).
A cabin boy-cum-blowsy sex slave (no pun intended) named Carl, though sometimes he is referred to as Carla by the eccentric captain.
An eye-patch that usually makes him stumble about in a drunk manner and run into masts and such. But he looks rather rakish with it, so who really cares?
5 excuses for not doing my homework.
See, there was this big emergency across the pond-Pete and Carl! They might possibly get together again…well for the five hundredth time, I should say. So homework doesn’t really matter right now.
My letter for Hogwarts finally came, and I was so busy shopping in Diagon Alley that my Muggle homework just flew from my mind!
My best friend’s a druggie and I spent yesterday calling people in Amsterdam to see if they had any more crack? He was going to die-really!
Make Joanna kidnap me and take me off to Not London.
I’m going to be a super-famous rockstar one day, so I won’t need my to know math!
For
rappers_delight: 5 things that wouldn't make Caligula blush.
The way Regulus sometimes looks at Sirius when he thinks Remus is not looking.
The questionable activities that go on in the Slytherin common room after midnight.
The sanguine look on Pete’s face whenever he comes back from some tryst or another, and the oblivious manner in which he details it all to Carl.
The rages that Carl sometimes succumbs to after reading some silly article in the Sun about Pete. Carl storms through his flat, throwing books and ripping pillows until all the madness is gone and the sadness (something he less equipped to deal with, but at least no one gets hurt but him) is all that remains.
The way Pete describes the Albion as if it were better than anything else in the world, because he is on it.
For
float__on: 5 reasons Jasmine is cool
She’s got this super cool friend named Inez.
She’s a senior!
She’s Choir President, in Heartbeats and Madrigals.
She…er…knows what she wants to do with her life?
She can kick your ass any day, bitch.