Peter/Edmund, little more than a drabble, almost a ficlet, hardly anything at all
Before we start...I'm so going to hell..but I can't help it...don't let me near Oxford again XD...
Title: Turn away my eyes
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: R I guess but it's oh so subtle
Warnings: Yes I'm warning you now this is oh so wrong, they're choir boys for crying out loud! Please don't read if you think you might be offended.
Disclaimer: Not mine yikes and please don't hurt me!
Notes: For spurnd because I know she is one person I can never be pervy enough for...and I love her for that
The sound of the organ made the wooden stall around him shake and vibrate.
Edmund raised his eyes to the heavens, pressed his knees together and prayed for his soul.
Beside him in the relative gloom, shadows of candle flames licking at his skin and making him illuminate, was his brother, Peter.
Edmund wondered, awe rushing in his veins like blood (as his dark eyes swivelled to the figure beside him) if Peter's skin were made from the same gold leaf that adorned the statues all around the chapel and what he would find underneath if he scratched the surface. Whether he would reveal raw red skin or tarnished metal.
Peter coughed, almost nonchalent as the sound bounced off the high stone ceiling and fell to the deaf ears of the old choir master who paced the cold floor with echoing trod.
Peter's hand on his knee made the heat rise to Edmund's face, he pulled at the crisp ring of white starched cloth around his neck nervously.
Underneath the blue folds of Edmund's robe, cool, deft fingers were wandering over the zip of his woolen shorts. Peter leaned a little closer, breath sweet and damp against Edmund's ear. Edmund could almost feel the smirk that played over his brother's face, but he kept his eyes rigidly forward, pale sweaty hands playing with the paper pages of his song sheet.
Peter dipped inside the white underwear that Edmund wore (Sunday best of course) and Edmund's thoughts soar to the rafters as if they were on wings.
Peter's fingers were firm and insistent, pushing and pulling Edmund, who gripped the wooden rail with one hand, feeling his head swim, caught and possessed all at once.
But is was sweet capture. Edmund moaned as Peter released him finally, quickly mingling it with the resonant E flat bellowed from the organ, savouring the soft sigh that Peter could not hold back despite himself.
And it is this that makes it all worth the risk for Edmund, as they shuffled out of the hall in single file, his secret shame sticky inside his flowing robes. This knowledge that he can affect Peter too, and that later tonight he will have him gasping and hot in his mouth. Edmund flushed with anticipation of this, almost stumbled (falls) and felt the white hot urgency of sensation, his brother's firm hands on his hip, holding him up.
And that and that alone was his salvation.
Just thought I'd put this pic in case people didn't know what choirboys were....well I don't know do I??? They might not!!!!XD Is this a universal phenomenon? Interesting...
Title: Turn away my eyes
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: R I guess but it's oh so subtle
Warnings: Yes I'm warning you now this is oh so wrong, they're choir boys for crying out loud! Please don't read if you think you might be offended.
Disclaimer: Not mine yikes and please don't hurt me!
Notes: For spurnd because I know she is one person I can never be pervy enough for...and I love her for that
The sound of the organ made the wooden stall around him shake and vibrate.
Edmund raised his eyes to the heavens, pressed his knees together and prayed for his soul.
Beside him in the relative gloom, shadows of candle flames licking at his skin and making him illuminate, was his brother, Peter.
Edmund wondered, awe rushing in his veins like blood (as his dark eyes swivelled to the figure beside him) if Peter's skin were made from the same gold leaf that adorned the statues all around the chapel and what he would find underneath if he scratched the surface. Whether he would reveal raw red skin or tarnished metal.
Peter coughed, almost nonchalent as the sound bounced off the high stone ceiling and fell to the deaf ears of the old choir master who paced the cold floor with echoing trod.
Peter's hand on his knee made the heat rise to Edmund's face, he pulled at the crisp ring of white starched cloth around his neck nervously.
Underneath the blue folds of Edmund's robe, cool, deft fingers were wandering over the zip of his woolen shorts. Peter leaned a little closer, breath sweet and damp against Edmund's ear. Edmund could almost feel the smirk that played over his brother's face, but he kept his eyes rigidly forward, pale sweaty hands playing with the paper pages of his song sheet.
Peter dipped inside the white underwear that Edmund wore (Sunday best of course) and Edmund's thoughts soar to the rafters as if they were on wings.
Peter's fingers were firm and insistent, pushing and pulling Edmund, who gripped the wooden rail with one hand, feeling his head swim, caught and possessed all at once.
But is was sweet capture. Edmund moaned as Peter released him finally, quickly mingling it with the resonant E flat bellowed from the organ, savouring the soft sigh that Peter could not hold back despite himself.
And it is this that makes it all worth the risk for Edmund, as they shuffled out of the hall in single file, his secret shame sticky inside his flowing robes. This knowledge that he can affect Peter too, and that later tonight he will have him gasping and hot in his mouth. Edmund flushed with anticipation of this, almost stumbled (falls) and felt the white hot urgency of sensation, his brother's firm hands on his hip, holding him up.
And that and that alone was his salvation.
Just thought I'd put this pic in case people didn't know what choirboys were....well I don't know do I??? They might not!!!!XD Is this a universal phenomenon? Interesting...