A gift for opiate_visions
He tried to focus on anything but. Peter thought about work, about helping Nathan to keep his career on track. He sees his mother, and is a good son for nearly two hours a week. Lacey is cared for, friends are called and all the while he does what he wants and needs to for Isaac. Life is exactly as it had been since Isaac came into his life.
Except that with Isaac in his life one other thing had changed. All thoughts, all dreams, they were all suddenly tinged by thoughts of Isaac and the intimacy that was growing between them.
At first it had been simple. Thoughts of how Isaac looked asleep on the couch, the soft brush of lashes against his skin. Then they had kissed and all Peter could fantasize about was the feeling of stubble against the corners of his mouth, the scent of turpentine and paint and the way cigarettes taste, stale but pleasant, on his lover's mouth. For a time it was enough to lean back in his chair at work and just remember how it was Isaac's tasted during the simplest of kisses. At least, for a time.
Then the thoughts, the need grew stronger. He began to think about how it would be when they went further. Peter knew that Isaac had experience, that he'd been with men but for Peter this was new. Each experience that he and Isaac shared was entirely knew for Peter. He'd never kissed a man before. He'd never snuggled, all curled up and twined around one another, with someone of the same sex before. Kissing was easy. Cuddling came as naturally as touching for Peter. Those were things that were not all that different from one sex to the next.
Sex was another matter.
He wondered how it would feel to kiss his way down Isaac's body. How would he react? Would he be vocal and active, squirming against every lick and suckle or would he purr and stroke at Peter's hair as his body was explored. Peter couldn't help but wonder how Isaac would feel.
Laying back, stroking himself in his office as he thought about his lover. Imagining the slick feel of skin in his mouth, the way it would throb and twitch. Jerking his tee shirt up and stuffing it in his mouth to try and stay quiet so that Nathan couldn't hear him as Peter jerked himself faster. He was terrified of not being good enough, worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it and yet, at the same time, he couldn't think of anything else. He thought about being on his knees with his hair twisted around his lover's fingers. He thought about laying on his back with Isaac looming over him as he took his mouth.
Moaning louder, suckling on the tee as he writhed in his chair. He wanted to do it, wanted to taste Isaac again. Ever since that moment when he'd watched him, felt him, he couldn't think of anything but. Next time he'd do it, fears be damned. He didn't care if Isaac blacked out, he'd be there for him after. He just wanted this more than he could imagine anything.
Panting, one hand curling around his balls as he arched up in his chair, heart pounding in his ears. It took a moment to realize the pounding was something else.
"Pete?"
Jerking upright he spit out his shirt, wincing as he tried to do his pants up once more. "Y-Yeah, Nate?"
"You ready for our three o'clock?"
Peter closed his eyes and slumped, hard and close and knowing that was the end of his fantasy. "Yeah. Just give me a minute."
He wouldn't have time to finish, not until later, which meant he'd be spending the entire meeting thinking about Isaac staring up at him, that sweet, beautiful mouth on him.
Except that with Isaac in his life one other thing had changed. All thoughts, all dreams, they were all suddenly tinged by thoughts of Isaac and the intimacy that was growing between them.
At first it had been simple. Thoughts of how Isaac looked asleep on the couch, the soft brush of lashes against his skin. Then they had kissed and all Peter could fantasize about was the feeling of stubble against the corners of his mouth, the scent of turpentine and paint and the way cigarettes taste, stale but pleasant, on his lover's mouth. For a time it was enough to lean back in his chair at work and just remember how it was Isaac's tasted during the simplest of kisses. At least, for a time.
Then the thoughts, the need grew stronger. He began to think about how it would be when they went further. Peter knew that Isaac had experience, that he'd been with men but for Peter this was new. Each experience that he and Isaac shared was entirely knew for Peter. He'd never kissed a man before. He'd never snuggled, all curled up and twined around one another, with someone of the same sex before. Kissing was easy. Cuddling came as naturally as touching for Peter. Those were things that were not all that different from one sex to the next.
Sex was another matter.
He wondered how it would feel to kiss his way down Isaac's body. How would he react? Would he be vocal and active, squirming against every lick and suckle or would he purr and stroke at Peter's hair as his body was explored. Peter couldn't help but wonder how Isaac would feel.
Laying back, stroking himself in his office as he thought about his lover. Imagining the slick feel of skin in his mouth, the way it would throb and twitch. Jerking his tee shirt up and stuffing it in his mouth to try and stay quiet so that Nathan couldn't hear him as Peter jerked himself faster. He was terrified of not being good enough, worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it and yet, at the same time, he couldn't think of anything else. He thought about being on his knees with his hair twisted around his lover's fingers. He thought about laying on his back with Isaac looming over him as he took his mouth.
Moaning louder, suckling on the tee as he writhed in his chair. He wanted to do it, wanted to taste Isaac again. Ever since that moment when he'd watched him, felt him, he couldn't think of anything but. Next time he'd do it, fears be damned. He didn't care if Isaac blacked out, he'd be there for him after. He just wanted this more than he could imagine anything.
Panting, one hand curling around his balls as he arched up in his chair, heart pounding in his ears. It took a moment to realize the pounding was something else.
"Pete?"
Jerking upright he spit out his shirt, wincing as he tried to do his pants up once more. "Y-Yeah, Nate?"
"You ready for our three o'clock?"
Peter closed his eyes and slumped, hard and close and knowing that was the end of his fantasy. "Yeah. Just give me a minute."
He wouldn't have time to finish, not until later, which meant he'd be spending the entire meeting thinking about Isaac staring up at him, that sweet, beautiful mouth on him.