[For Lionel]
Peter's been in far worse situations than this one, but honestly, this has to be one of the most uncomfortable ones in his life. Now he's beginning to understand why Freddie and Dickie insisted on having separate suites every time they went anywhere. How often were you supposed to be able to take another man pressing up against you, all sweaty and sticking and...
"Honestly," he muttered aloud, voice heavy and gruff, sitting up and shooting Lionel a long look. "Lionel. Do me a favour and put some clothes on, would you?" he asked firmly. "It's just doing nothing for me right now, bud."
The last thing in the world he wants to do is look at another naked man. Where oh where were the scantily clad women in this place again? And why wasn't he taking more advantage of the looking? Sure, he couldn't touch. Even if he didn't understand why he was with Lionel if he couldn't even get it up for the guy, but he could look. Looking to like and imagining all that touching.
"Honestly," he muttered aloud, voice heavy and gruff, sitting up and shooting Lionel a long look. "Lionel. Do me a favour and put some clothes on, would you?" he asked firmly. "It's just doing nothing for me right now, bud."
The last thing in the world he wants to do is look at another naked man. Where oh where were the scantily clad women in this place again? And why wasn't he taking more advantage of the looking? Sure, he couldn't touch. Even if he didn't understand why he was with Lionel if he couldn't even get it up for the guy, but he could look. Looking to like and imagining all that touching.