Peter, Gabriel, Kitchen
Author's Notes: I suppose this might be set in Shattered Salvation, but my imagination today wasn't too specific with setting. It was too busy conjuring adjectives.
Peter scratched idly at his cheek as he stood next to the kitchen table. He was watching Gabriel pry open the hand mixer, intent on fixing it. The man muttered, “It’s probably just the switch.” He seemed very absorbed, which made him irresistible (at least to Peter). Peter knew he should probably leave him alone, but …
“The edges of your ears are really red,” Peter observed, reaching out to hover his fingertips near Gabe’s right ear. “That’s one of the indicators of arousal.” Very faintly, he could feel the heat from them. They were reddening further now that Peter had made a point of them. Peter smiled slowly, moving his hand back and forth. Even though he wasn’t touching, Gabriel shivered anyway, otherwise frozen in place.
“Funny time to be aroused,” Peter said softly. He ran one finger over the outer edge of Gabriel’s ear, starting at the top and circling down under the lobe, which he gave a light flick. Gabriel drew in a deep breath and straightened. His face was turned down, looking at the mixer, but his hands on it had stilled. He was smiling now, broadly, and Peter could see the bunching of muscle in his cheek from it. Gabe shivered again and sway towards Peter an inch (and only an inch); his way of asking for more.
Peter stepped closer, cupped his hand and ran all four fingertips behind and around the ear as his thumb stroked at the lobe. Gabriel shifted his feet and swallowed, opening his mouth to breathe. He was beaming at the table, thrilled with the attention. Peter bent to kiss his head and then, in an even more spontaneous display of affection, he rubbed his face into Gabriel’s hair, bringing both hands into it, mussing it, fisting it, tugging lightly on it. He loved the smell of the man. It wasn’t something Peter thought on often, but he did like it. It was sexy and masculine and clean and healthy. Gabriel’s arm left the table to snake around Peter’s waist, holding him close enough that Peter had to straighten and just hug Gabe’s head for a moment. He switched to caressing his forehead and the back of his neck, giving some love to the opposite ear while he was at it. Gabriel moaned a little.
Peter stepped away a half-step, took a fistful of Gabriel’s hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face upwards so Peter could kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his mouth. Gabriel’s eyes were wide and adoring, so pleased to be the focus of Peter’s energies. Peter kissed him over and over. Gabriel whined, his hand playing up and down the small of Peter’s back.
“You are so hot,” Peter breathed against his lips.
Gabriel raised his brows slightly and made an adorable little puppy noise. For that, Peter kissed him again - long, deep and involved. They parted and Peter ran his hands all over Gabriel’s face and scalp, scratching lightly. Gabriel turned in his seat, putting both hands on Peter’s hips and leaning into the treatment. “Oh, oh, yeah,” he panted. His fingers curled into the waistband of Peter’s slacks.
Peter made a fist in Gabriel’s hair with both hands and pulled him back, leaning in for another kiss, their noses squishing together in the awkward pose. That hardly mattered, as they were both getting more and more excited. Gabriel’s hands became busy with the front of Peter’s pants, opening them. Just before he touched anything inside, Peter jerked back. “I want you to fuck me. Here in the kitchen.”
“Anywhere,” Gabriel rumbled, cheeks flushed and ears even redder than when they’d started.
Peter scratched idly at his cheek as he stood next to the kitchen table. He was watching Gabriel pry open the hand mixer, intent on fixing it. The man muttered, “It’s probably just the switch.” He seemed very absorbed, which made him irresistible (at least to Peter). Peter knew he should probably leave him alone, but …
“The edges of your ears are really red,” Peter observed, reaching out to hover his fingertips near Gabe’s right ear. “That’s one of the indicators of arousal.” Very faintly, he could feel the heat from them. They were reddening further now that Peter had made a point of them. Peter smiled slowly, moving his hand back and forth. Even though he wasn’t touching, Gabriel shivered anyway, otherwise frozen in place.
“Funny time to be aroused,” Peter said softly. He ran one finger over the outer edge of Gabriel’s ear, starting at the top and circling down under the lobe, which he gave a light flick. Gabriel drew in a deep breath and straightened. His face was turned down, looking at the mixer, but his hands on it had stilled. He was smiling now, broadly, and Peter could see the bunching of muscle in his cheek from it. Gabe shivered again and sway towards Peter an inch (and only an inch); his way of asking for more.
Peter stepped closer, cupped his hand and ran all four fingertips behind and around the ear as his thumb stroked at the lobe. Gabriel shifted his feet and swallowed, opening his mouth to breathe. He was beaming at the table, thrilled with the attention. Peter bent to kiss his head and then, in an even more spontaneous display of affection, he rubbed his face into Gabriel’s hair, bringing both hands into it, mussing it, fisting it, tugging lightly on it. He loved the smell of the man. It wasn’t something Peter thought on often, but he did like it. It was sexy and masculine and clean and healthy. Gabriel’s arm left the table to snake around Peter’s waist, holding him close enough that Peter had to straighten and just hug Gabe’s head for a moment. He switched to caressing his forehead and the back of his neck, giving some love to the opposite ear while he was at it. Gabriel moaned a little.
Peter stepped away a half-step, took a fistful of Gabriel’s hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face upwards so Peter could kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his mouth. Gabriel’s eyes were wide and adoring, so pleased to be the focus of Peter’s energies. Peter kissed him over and over. Gabriel whined, his hand playing up and down the small of Peter’s back.
“You are so hot,” Peter breathed against his lips.
Gabriel raised his brows slightly and made an adorable little puppy noise. For that, Peter kissed him again - long, deep and involved. They parted and Peter ran his hands all over Gabriel’s face and scalp, scratching lightly. Gabriel turned in his seat, putting both hands on Peter’s hips and leaning into the treatment. “Oh, oh, yeah,” he panted. His fingers curled into the waistband of Peter’s slacks.
Peter made a fist in Gabriel’s hair with both hands and pulled him back, leaning in for another kiss, their noses squishing together in the awkward pose. That hardly mattered, as they were both getting more and more excited. Gabriel’s hands became busy with the front of Peter’s pants, opening them. Just before he touched anything inside, Peter jerked back. “I want you to fuck me. Here in the kitchen.”
“Anywhere,” Gabriel rumbled, cheeks flushed and ears even redder than when they’d started.