Indecent (2/3)
anonymous
January 12 2012, 04:28:33 UTC
Peter dragged his eyes away from Charley and picked through the pile, finally coming up with a pair of tight black jeans he’d pulled off a rack earlier. He looked at them, then back at Charley. “Lose the boxers, Charley.”
“What? Dude, you don’t go commando in another-”
“It’ll just be for a moment Charley, and boxer shorts will never work under these.” He held out the trousers and shook them in Charley’s direction.
“Fine.” Charley bent and whipped off his pants before eying Peter and lowering his voice. “But there are easier ways of getting me naked.”
Oh he just had to, didn’t he? Here Peter was trying to behave, as requested, and Charley-naked Charley-was talking about ways he’s got him into such states, and with his fucking bedroom voice. Sure, Charley’s voice was lowered for volume’s sake, not seduction’s, but that didn’t seem to make a difference to Peter’s baser instincts. He threw the jeans at Charley. “Just try these on.” He took another drink and tried to ignore his growing arousal before he started getting hard in semi-public like a goddamned kid.
But watching Charley step into and pull up the jeans, covering up some of what was so enticing, wasn’t helping. It was making it worse. They were just the right amount of tight, made him look leaner, if that was possible, and the dark color set off his pale skin. It drew Peter’s eyes up his legs to Charley’s chest, far more perfectly sculpted than a geeky kid just out of high school should have, by rights.
“So?” Charley asked, turning to him and buttoning up the jeans.
Peter just stared, his mouth having gone a little dry.
“Peter? You picked these. Do you like them or not?”
Peter shook himself from his trance. There was really only one solution to his predicament. Semi-public be damned, he needed to touch Charley as soon as possible. “I think they’ll do,” he said, standing and grabbing another item of his choosing, a dark blue shirt. “But I’m not entirely sure. Hang on.”
Peter turned Charley to face the mirror again and stood behind him. Tossing the shirt onto his shoulder, Peter ran his hands along the waistline of the jeans, pretending to check the fit, tugging a little now and again, fingers smoothing over the warm skin beneath.
Charley caught Peter’s eyes over his bare shoulder, in the mirror. Charley swallowed, his eyes transfixed. “Is that um… strictly necessary?” he asked, his breath catching.
“Strictly?” Peter replied, grinning, stroking Charley’s stomach just above the top of the jeans. “Nope. But we do want to make sure they fit properly.”
“Do they?” Charley’s voice dipped low again, seemingly without the kid’s intention.
“I think so. But we need to see the whole ensemble.” Peter quickly removed his hands and Charley released a breath he’d been holding.
“Peter, what do you think you’re-?”
“Hush,” Peter commanded. “Someone might hear you. Give me your arm.”
Charley lifted his arm automatically and Peter slipped one sleeve of the blue button-up onto it. Together they repeated the movement on his other arm and the silky material lay draped over him. It was Peter’s turn to swallow as he observed the picture Charley made in the mirror. Those damn jeans, the unbuttoned shirt. They were working together destroy him. Now that they’d been slipped on, he wanted to rip the clothes off Charley, fuck him here on the carpet, in a fitting room stall, hard enough, loud enough to get them both arrested.
He resisted the impulse, and went about his task of buttoning the shirt for Charley, but not before his hands took a slow detour along Charley’s ribs, beneath the shirt. Arms around Charley, he started at the bottom, watching what he was doing in the mirror, trying not to be distracted by the reversed image of his actions, or the image itself-the picture they made.
“Peter?” Charley breathed.
Peter glanced up to his face and saw that his young friend was clearly aroused. When he lowered his eyes to the jeans again, he confirmed it.
Indecent (3/3)
anonymous
January 12 2012, 04:29:50 UTC
“Yeah, Charley?” They locked eyes in the mirror again, and Peter couldn’t help rock his hips a bit, letting Charley feel his own growing erection against him.
“Seriously, what are you doing?”
“Seeing if this outfit works,” he answered innocently, doing up the last button. Now Charley was, excepting the hard-on, perfectly decent. And Peter’s urge to do indecent things to him hadn’t lessened even a little.
“Works for who?” Charley choked out as Peter slipped his hands back under the loose fitting shirt.
“Well you seem to like it.” In emphasis, he ran his palm over where tight denim was made even tighter and Charley shuddered against him. Ever so slowly, Peter eased the top button of the jeans from its hole.
“That… that’s not my fault. You’re all… handsy.”
Peter popped another button and smiled. Briefly he abandoned the buttons, grabbed Charley’s hips and pushed against him again. “That’s not my fault either. You’re all… Charley.”
Charley groaned. “Fuck, Peter, what-?”
“Sshh,” Peter admonished again, reaching around again to undo another button. He slipped his hand inside and pulled Charley’s cock from its confines, giving it a firm stroke.
“You’re crazy,” Charley said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with lust, amusement, a hint of panic at getting caught.
Peter repeated the movement again, then again, speeding up his pace with each stroke. “Want me to stop?”
He watched Charley’s gaze drop, taking in the movements. Charley licked his lips, and then raised his eyes again. “No. Please.”
Charley’s breathing sped up as Peter’s stroking continued. Charley reached back and grabbed at Peter, scrabbling for purchase, settling on hooking his fingers in Peter’s belt. The kid held on tight as his hips gave small little jerks, pushing into Peter’s tight fist. Charley’s eyes slid shut in the mirror as he got closer to coming.
“No,” Peter chided, amazed at how collected he sounded. “Watch.”
Charley whimpered, but dragged his eyes open, as commanded.
“Look at you,” Peter went on, keeping his voice low. Peter looked too, taking in Charley’s blue eyes darkened, his flushed face, the sweat beginning to dampen his forehead. Peter looked away long enough to place a hot kiss beneath Charley’s ear. “You look so fucking good like this.”
He tightened his fist, twisted his wrist a little, putting some flourish into it. Charley drew in a harsh breath through his nose and bit his lip.
“Do you know how often I have to keep myself from pouncing on you?” Peter whispered darkly. “You always look good, Charley.”
“Even…” Charley barely managed, so close now, “…even in my own clothes?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Peter, I’m-”
Right, that. Peter hadn’t quite thought this through. But he quickly spied Charley’s discarded boxers on the floor, kicked them up with his boot, and caught them with his left hand, not breaking his rhythm for a second. Seconds later, Charley was coming beneath said underwear, teeth biting his lip white to keep from groaning, eyes sliding shut again.
Peter held him, stroking him through it, half-holding him up as he brought him down.
They were both still then, as Charley leaned against Peter to catch his breath, waiting to see if some security guard or shop attendant was going to come banging on the door. There was nothing but the piped in music and the distant bustle of the shop.
“I think,” Peter said after a few moments, “we should take these jeans. What do you think?
Charley got out of the borrowed clothing as quickly as he could. “I think they work,” he said.
“Good.” Peter tossed Charley his own clothes. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He wanted to get back to his flat as soon as humanly possible, to finish what they’d started.
Charley paused while getting dressed again and eyed Peter up and down, a frown crossing his face when he saw how… unfulfilled Peter was. “But… what about you?” he asked.
Peter considered. “I think I should carry the shopping.”
Re: Indecent (3/3)fid_ginJanuary 12 2012, 14:47:10 UTC
Nngh. I'm not the OP, but such a lovely thing to wake up to this morning! I think my favourite parts of this were Peter kicking the boxers up off the floor and catching them (could totally see that), and the way he spoke to Charley and made him watch himself in the mirror. SO HOT. Thank you, anon!
Re: Indecent (3/3)miathekingswifeJanuary 13 2012, 19:11:27 UTC
*falls over onto the floor dead* I think I now have a new favorite Peter/Charley fic!!! xD When Peter made Charley watch.......... oh sweet Jesus in heaven. *faints* This was just AMAZING!!!
“What? Dude, you don’t go commando in another-”
“It’ll just be for a moment Charley, and boxer shorts will never work under these.” He held out the trousers and shook them in Charley’s direction.
“Fine.” Charley bent and whipped off his pants before eying Peter and lowering his voice. “But there are easier ways of getting me naked.”
Oh he just had to, didn’t he? Here Peter was trying to behave, as requested, and Charley-naked Charley-was talking about ways he’s got him into such states, and with his fucking bedroom voice. Sure, Charley’s voice was lowered for volume’s sake, not seduction’s, but that didn’t seem to make a difference to Peter’s baser instincts. He threw the jeans at Charley. “Just try these on.” He took another drink and tried to ignore his growing arousal before he started getting hard in semi-public like a goddamned kid.
But watching Charley step into and pull up the jeans, covering up some of what was so enticing, wasn’t helping. It was making it worse. They were just the right amount of tight, made him look leaner, if that was possible, and the dark color set off his pale skin. It drew Peter’s eyes up his legs to Charley’s chest, far more perfectly sculpted than a geeky kid just out of high school should have, by rights.
“So?” Charley asked, turning to him and buttoning up the jeans.
Peter just stared, his mouth having gone a little dry.
“Peter? You picked these. Do you like them or not?”
Peter shook himself from his trance. There was really only one solution to his predicament. Semi-public be damned, he needed to touch Charley as soon as possible. “I think they’ll do,” he said, standing and grabbing another item of his choosing, a dark blue shirt. “But I’m not entirely sure. Hang on.”
Peter turned Charley to face the mirror again and stood behind him. Tossing the shirt onto his shoulder, Peter ran his hands along the waistline of the jeans, pretending to check the fit, tugging a little now and again, fingers smoothing over the warm skin beneath.
Charley caught Peter’s eyes over his bare shoulder, in the mirror. Charley swallowed, his eyes transfixed. “Is that um… strictly necessary?” he asked, his breath catching.
“Strictly?” Peter replied, grinning, stroking Charley’s stomach just above the top of the jeans. “Nope. But we do want to make sure they fit properly.”
“Do they?” Charley’s voice dipped low again, seemingly without the kid’s intention.
“I think so. But we need to see the whole ensemble.” Peter quickly removed his hands and Charley released a breath he’d been holding.
“Peter, what do you think you’re-?”
“Hush,” Peter commanded. “Someone might hear you. Give me your arm.”
Charley lifted his arm automatically and Peter slipped one sleeve of the blue button-up onto it. Together they repeated the movement on his other arm and the silky material lay draped over him. It was Peter’s turn to swallow as he observed the picture Charley made in the mirror. Those damn jeans, the unbuttoned shirt. They were working together destroy him. Now that they’d been slipped on, he wanted to rip the clothes off Charley, fuck him here on the carpet, in a fitting room stall, hard enough, loud enough to get them both arrested.
He resisted the impulse, and went about his task of buttoning the shirt for Charley, but not before his hands took a slow detour along Charley’s ribs, beneath the shirt. Arms around Charley, he started at the bottom, watching what he was doing in the mirror, trying not to be distracted by the reversed image of his actions, or the image itself-the picture they made.
“Peter?” Charley breathed.
Peter glanced up to his face and saw that his young friend was clearly aroused. When he lowered his eyes to the jeans again, he confirmed it.
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“Seriously, what are you doing?”
“Seeing if this outfit works,” he answered innocently, doing up the last button. Now Charley was, excepting the hard-on, perfectly decent. And Peter’s urge to do indecent things to him hadn’t lessened even a little.
“Works for who?” Charley choked out as Peter slipped his hands back under the loose fitting shirt.
“Well you seem to like it.” In emphasis, he ran his palm over where tight denim was made even tighter and Charley shuddered against him. Ever so slowly, Peter eased the top button of the jeans from its hole.
“That… that’s not my fault. You’re all… handsy.”
Peter popped another button and smiled. Briefly he abandoned the buttons, grabbed Charley’s hips and pushed against him again. “That’s not my fault either. You’re all… Charley.”
Charley groaned. “Fuck, Peter, what-?”
“Sshh,” Peter admonished again, reaching around again to undo another button. He slipped his hand inside and pulled Charley’s cock from its confines, giving it a firm stroke.
“You’re crazy,” Charley said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with lust, amusement, a hint of panic at getting caught.
Peter repeated the movement again, then again, speeding up his pace with each stroke. “Want me to stop?”
He watched Charley’s gaze drop, taking in the movements. Charley licked his lips, and then raised his eyes again. “No. Please.”
Charley’s breathing sped up as Peter’s stroking continued. Charley reached back and grabbed at Peter, scrabbling for purchase, settling on hooking his fingers in Peter’s belt. The kid held on tight as his hips gave small little jerks, pushing into Peter’s tight fist. Charley’s eyes slid shut in the mirror as he got closer to coming.
“No,” Peter chided, amazed at how collected he sounded. “Watch.”
Charley whimpered, but dragged his eyes open, as commanded.
“Look at you,” Peter went on, keeping his voice low. Peter looked too, taking in Charley’s blue eyes darkened, his flushed face, the sweat beginning to dampen his forehead. Peter looked away long enough to place a hot kiss beneath Charley’s ear. “You look so fucking good like this.”
He tightened his fist, twisted his wrist a little, putting some flourish into it. Charley drew in a harsh breath through his nose and bit his lip.
“Do you know how often I have to keep myself from pouncing on you?” Peter whispered darkly. “You always look good, Charley.”
“Even…” Charley barely managed, so close now, “…even in my own clothes?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Peter, I’m-”
Right, that. Peter hadn’t quite thought this through. But he quickly spied Charley’s discarded boxers on the floor, kicked them up with his boot, and caught them with his left hand, not breaking his rhythm for a second. Seconds later, Charley was coming beneath said underwear, teeth biting his lip white to keep from groaning, eyes sliding shut again.
Peter held him, stroking him through it, half-holding him up as he brought him down.
They were both still then, as Charley leaned against Peter to catch his breath, waiting to see if some security guard or shop attendant was going to come banging on the door. There was nothing but the piped in music and the distant bustle of the shop.
“I think,” Peter said after a few moments, “we should take these jeans. What do you think?
Charley got out of the borrowed clothing as quickly as he could. “I think they work,” he said.
“Good.” Peter tossed Charley his own clothes. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He wanted to get back to his flat as soon as humanly possible, to finish what they’d started.
Charley paused while getting dressed again and eyed Peter up and down, a frown crossing his face when he saw how… unfulfilled Peter was. “But… what about you?” he asked.
Peter considered. “I think I should carry the shopping.”
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Thank you!
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Glad you liked this, thanks!
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I think I now have a new favorite Peter/Charley fic!!! xD
When Peter made Charley watch.......... oh sweet Jesus in heaven. *faints*
This was just AMAZING!!!
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*passes smelling salts*
Thanks!
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Sorry it took so long to reply to this... Loved it so very very much.
It's a bit difficult to reply, down here on the floor... You did an amazing job.
I need to go do the dishes now. Yes...
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Very happy to have floored you. :) Thank you!
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