Pete's Apartment - 415 - Olympian Meadows, NYC

Apr 23, 2005 21:57

He's cooking ( Read more... )

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:06:54 UTC
Louis knocks on the door softly and waits.

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:12:02 UTC
An absent wave of his hand and the locks unlock, the latch unlatches, and the security chain clanks down.

"S'open."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:15:56 UTC
He enters and walks in, setting a bottle of wine on the table.

"Good evening, Peter."

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:24:24 UTC
He blinks at the wine.

"Oh. Didn't know you were going to bring anything, man, no need. It sounds like it'll be tasty, but nothing special. I'm using a can of Campbell's soup and everything."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:27:52 UTC
"You may save the wine for another occasion if you find it inappropriate for this one."

He walks over to Peter and gently places a hand on his shoulder and looks over at what he's cooking.

"It smells delicious."

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:36:16 UTC
And he doesn't startle. In fact, he finds himself leaning into it...until he finds himself leaning into it and he stills.

"Yeah."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:38:44 UTC
The hand squeezes and the thumb circles in a way that indicates that Louis is very good at back-rubs.

"What is it called?"

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:43:35 UTC
He rolls his shoulder into Louis' hand unconsciously...and lets it roll when he realizes it.

Letting him get to me, letting him make it so I don't enjoy touching people, being with people...that lets him win. He's not fucking winning this. He's not wrecking my fucking life...

"I dunno. Something a friend sent me."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:45:43 UTC
Then hand drifts down to the small of Peter's back.

"Shall I set the table?"

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:49:50 UTC
And he shudders as the hands drift, but not in fear or pain. It feels good. He breathes, deep, and tilts his head back enough to look at Louis.

"What do you want..."

Shudder godsthatfeelsgoodmadrededioses.

"...for dessert?"

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:52:23 UTC
He smiles and drifts off toward the cupboards to get plates and silverware.

"Oh, whatever you have will be fine. I quite like fruit and chocolate, and caramel."

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 02:53:41 UTC
And it's an effort not to grunt in displeasure as the hands are removed, but then he has to stir the sauce around the chicken to ensure nothing gets burnt.

"Cool. I was thinking good old chocolate sundaes and everything."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 02:56:38 UTC
"That sounds marvelous. How are you today, Peter?"

He sets the table and then gathers a few loose blossoms from one of Peter's houseplants and floats them in a bow of water in the middle of the table as a centerpiece.

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 03:28:45 UTC
Peter has houseplants? Will wonders never cease...

"Good."

Better when you were petting me.

"Been kinda looking forward to this. Kinda."

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mellowout_ April 24 2005, 03:32:38 UTC
Oh yes. Several small ones here and there, and a philodendron in the front window. Louis is nearly as bad as Jack about that.

"Good."

He looks up and smiles warmly at Peter.

"Oh? Any particular reason?"

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never_been_laid April 24 2005, 03:34:48 UTC
He doesn't answer. He has sauce to stir.

But he's sort of red.

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