Can't keep my hands off you, Pete. *If his seatbelt were loose he'd be over there sucking on that sexy neck. For now, though, he manages to get Peter's zipper down and slip his fingers inside eagerly, fondling him through his boxers* You drive me insane when I'm with you, and insane when I'm not...
*sucks in a breath, his fingers tightening on the wheel* You know... we're almost... home, Nathan. *but god, it feels good to hear him say those things. Even if he is drunk* Now you know how I feel all the time....
If you felt that way you'd come over more often. *Typical Nathan, pushing blame onto someone else. He always needed to make himself feel like he was in the right* And you wouldn't date. *Squeezes teasingly at the head of Peter's cock to help blood rush there*
I'd come over more often? Nathan... *squirms in his seat a bit* I try. I always try to get together with you. *keeps his eyes on the road, licking his lips* I don't date.
You better not. *He grumbles and mumbles in distaste for the idea of Peter fucking other people....even kissing them would be bad. Peter parks the car in Nathan's fancy apartment garage underneath his building and he takes off his seatbelt, leaning over to capture Peter's lips. The kiss is hungry and possessive and he doesn't pull away until he needs air, fingers tight at the back of Peter's head* Let's go upstairs.
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*sucks in a breath, his fingers tightening on the wheel* You know... we're almost... home, Nathan. *but god, it feels good to hear him say those things. Even if he is drunk* Now you know how I feel all the time....
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