Cloud no. 9
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
He puts out a hand, then withdraws it again and looks around, embarassed. "Alastair..."
"No."
"Um. I'm sorry."
Glancing back at Peter, Alastair throws a filthy look. His real voice, returned now, sounds pathetic. "Good. I'm sorry, too, for wasting your goddamn life."
"For fuck's sake -"
"You've always been a mendacious little shit, stringing me along."
Although he goes to retaliate, the argument dies in Peter's throat. He doesn't want an argument. Not on these terms. He shuffles towards Alastair and loops an arm round his elbow, pulling him close to purr, "I love you. You. Look, if I wanted him, I'd drive up to Scotland and get him." A smile plays around his lips as Peter adds, "You don't think, after fifteen years, that you're nothing more than a substitute, do you?"
They don't speak for a while - instead Peter moves still closer and, not finding himself pushed back, presses his head to Alastair's chest until he finds his heartbeat. Slow and warm, it's separated from Peter by a good few inches of bone and meat, but that doesn't mean it can't drown out the awkward silence that surrounds them. At last, a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around Peter's torso and hug him tightly. "I love you, too."
The smile widens on Peter's face. He tries to sound reassuring. "No-one means anything they say during sex."
"I know."
"You over-reacted."
Alastair sniffs and repeats, "I know." He holds Peter away from him for inspection, stroking aside a strand of dark hair and casting a glance at his leaking arsehole before pulling him back to his chest. "Next time, I'll be me for you."
"I can't think of anybody I'd rather have." Maybe, Peter reflects in the light of this extraordinary second chance, he'd started to take for granted what he already has.
And the moral of the emerging narrative is: Peter should never, ever get his way in the bedroom. :)
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Steaming hot sex, I like that it's set post-NuLab - so Gordon and the Blairites have gone their separate ways by now (*cries inside*). I've just gone back and listened to that Question Time clip and god - I just adore Alastair's voice - there's something quite throaty and growly about it... I like Peter's too - it's very silky and soothing - but Alastair's is probably a better sex voice.
I like that their relationship is healthy enough to be able to do it, although I felt sorry for Alastair especially as I have had to roleplay an ex before. He obviously wants to please Peter though, and Peter... erm... enjoys it, perhaps a little too much. The last part was very sweet and I felt better for it.
You're right. Peter really shouldn't be allowed to have his way. It didn't end well last time either...
*drools and hunts down horsey fic*
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You're right. Peter really shouldn't be allowed to have his way. It didn't end well last time either...
:L He's full of badly thought-out plans, isn't he? Thank you very much for the comment, I appreciate it~ :)
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Eeeeeee! A fill! And it was lovely! And hotter, sweeter and more tragic than I'd anticipated. I was expecting crack, but this was all full of psychological depth and people negotiating a long term relationship and having hot hot sex. It's always nice to see some post Brown-era Mandebell, too; there's not enough of it.
he speaks the man's name like that of a saint and gives him all the active verbs
This is a beautiful turn of phrase.
And I love how Alastair knows from the beginning it's psychologically dangerous for him but unhesitatingly wants to do it anyway because Peter wants it so badly. He's so self-sacrificing for the people he loves, in his verbally abusive way. *♥s him*
He doesn't feel hurt because Peter still craves someone else, does he?
*wibble*
Alastair tries to remember Gordon's speech patterns, but suddenly the only Scot he can think of is Sean Connery and that's not helpful.
LOL
There's a dissatisfied grunt, so Gordonish as to be troubling even to Alastair. He hadn't realised he could channel the former prime minister quite as well as this.
Double LOL
The planning of how to orchestrate the roleplay so it would be convincing and nothing would break the illusion was very clever, although I'd expect nothing less from our spin doctors.
Alastair's choice of roleplay timing is interesting too- he has 25 years of Mandelbrown to choose from, and he picks the 15 years when Gordon hates Peter, instead of the loving beginning or the most recent reconciled era? It's the period he's most familiar with, of course, but I still think the choice is significant. Unless it's Peter's choice, which would be fascinating for a whole separate set of reasons...
Peter is sure he must be about to melt under the force of Gordon's lust.
Not just Peter. ;)
Keep your mouth shut while I'm fucking you or I'll shut it for you
Gordon hating Peter's sex noises is such universal fanon that even fictional!Alastair knows about it. XD
Someone who was lost has returned to Peter's life in this moment
*wibble*
"I know I'm the only one you've ever wanted. Even now, you've never been able to get me out of your head."
I love how Alastair can't resist testing this. It's very him, somehow, to run the experiment and get a direct, painful answer rather than leave it safely ambiguous.
Glancing back at Peter, Alastair throws a filthy look. His real voice, returned now, sounds pathetic. "Good. I'm sorry, too, for wasting your goddamn life."
;_; (And poor Alastair, not being as sexy and Scottish as Gordon in his real voice.)
Alastair sniffs
Is there anything sadder and more adorable than Alastair crying? I think not.
And the moral of the emerging narrative is: Peter should never, ever get his way in the bedroom.
Yes he should! The resulting catastrophes are always amazing (and hot).
I love this fic so much, author!anon, I can't even tell you. And it made me remember why I love this pairing. Because they are both so very, very fucked up, and they have this long, not always positive history, and their emotional lives are inextricably tangled up in politics and in the dysfunctional mess that is Tony and Gordon, and Peter sometimes comes up with such terrible, terrible ideas and Alastair is totally incapable of protecting himself emotionally, but in the end through all the heartache and messiness they are there for each other and they sort things out and keep going. And also they are hot and Alastair does sexy impersonations.
Thank you so much for filling this, and so brilliantly.
*showers you with cookies and roses*
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Alastair's choice of roleplay timing is interesting too- he has 25 years of Mandelbrown to choose from, and he picks the 15 years when Gordon hates Peter, instead of the loving beginning or the most recent reconciled era? It's the period he's most familiar with, of course, but I still think the choice is significant. Unless it's Peter's choice, which would be fascinating for a whole separate set of reasons...
I think it was Peter's decision. Maybe Alastair didn't mind doing the Peter-hating Gordon he knows, but was just jealous enough that he couldn't quite bring himself to be affectionate? Hmm... also, it makes for better porn. ;)
Thank you so much for the comment, OP! ^^ Glad you like. *hoards cookies and roses*
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