Peter/Charley - Bathing
anonymous
September 27 2011, 02:13:15 UTC
Charley has to bathe Peter for some reason...he's injured or drunk or just manipulates the situation that way, who knows. Would love it if this leads to a first time handjob for Peter from Charley in the bath.
Washing it Away, pt2hiddentimelordSeptember 27 2011, 11:19:56 UTC
I'm straight, thought Charley, desperate. I like girls. Girls like Amy. He took the wand again, tilting Peter's head. He looked so smooth, so much younger and relaxed as the water poured through his hair. Charley chased the spray with his fingers, running them through Peter's now clean, silky feeling locks
( ... )
Re: Washing it Away, pt3hiddentimelordSeptember 27 2011, 11:20:18 UTC
He ran his fingers over Peter's chest, tugging at his chest hair, brushed one of his nipples, which was hard. Peter sucked in a breath, and his hand tightened. Charley opened his mouth from a gentle swipe of Peter's tongue. Peter hummed low in his throat, causing gentle little vibrations in Charley's fingertips.
Every time Charley had imagined this (and oh, he'd imagined it so many times, as loath as he was to admit to that), he'd imagined Peter's kisses to be hard and demanding, not sweet and soft. His tongue was skilled against his, and Charley was sure it was obvious he was a total amateur, but it didn't stop the older man from drawing it even deeper, pulling Charley down harder
( ... )
Hoo-ray! So glad you enjoyed it! ^^ I tried to write something that involved Peter luring Charley into a bathtub, but it wouldn't come out right, and a shower scenario kept popping into my head :P
Handling (1/3)
anonymous
September 29 2011, 23:52:07 UTC
“God, you're heavy,” Charley complained as he half-carried, half-dragged an injured Peter into his apartment as the sun set over Las Vegas. He wasn't really-dude was barely more than skin, bones, and Midori-but ribbing Peter made Charley feel a little less guilty about the near death they'd just escaped.
“No one's ever called me that before. And quit moaning. Would you rather I'd not sprained my ankle and just let that vampire kill you? I'll remember that for next time.”
“Shut up, man.”
Charley deposited him in a chair and it seemed clouds of dust and dried mud puffed up around him as Peter “oof”ed into it and began removing his kill-something gear.
Charley set to gingerly removing Peter's shoes. The ankle was bad, and would be worse tomorrow, but it wasn’t broken.
“You're dirty too,” Charley said. “Look at yourself.”
Peter looked down at him with a smirk. “Well that I have been called before
( ... )
Handling (2/3)
anonymous
September 29 2011, 23:53:19 UTC
“Well take a good look, kid,” Peter said, teasingly, clearly catching Charley looking. Which he wasn’t. Really.
In case Charley was blushing, which he totally was not, he quickly moved out of Peter's grip to go turn off the taps.
“Oh what?” Peter went on. “You got me out of bed before dawn. Who has time for pants?”
“Yeah, clearly not you,” Charley said, turning back. “Come on, I'll help you in.”
It took balance and patience, but Charley finally settled Peter in the bath without further injuring them or soaking himself.
“Thanks,” Peter said as he slid into the warm water. He dunked himself and then surfaced, waving his undamaged hand dismissively. “Go... handle the weapons.”
“Right,” Charley said, slowly turning to go, though he wasn’t really sure he wanted to leave Peter alone right now. And okay, maybe Charley kinda didn't want to be alone. Brushes with death will do that to a guy. But short of offering to wash Peter’s back, which he had no intentions of doing... “Yeah, I'll just go
( ... )
Handling (3/3)
anonymous
September 29 2011, 23:54:25 UTC
Charley spluttered, caught more off guard by this second compliment than by the fact that he’d turned on Peter Fucking Vincent, who also happened to be a dude. “I'm not beaut-”
“Oh shut up.” Peter angrily grabbed the sponge from him with his left hand. “Go on. I think I can finish the rest myself. Fuck off and let me have a wank in peace.”
Charley blinked, knowing he should do as Peter said, get up and leave and pretend this had never happened. But he found he didn’t want to pretend. And before he could give it further thought, he snatched the sponge back and resumed his task. He ducked his eyes, certain he couldn’t look at him when he said this. “But... you hurt your wrist.”
Peter made a choked, laughing sound.
Charley bit his lip and then bit the proverbial bullet, meeting Peter’s eyes. The other man wore an amused, impressed smile. “So I have
( ... )
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Every time Charley had imagined this (and oh, he'd imagined it so many times, as loath as he was to admit to that), he'd imagined Peter's kisses to be hard and demanding, not sweet and soft. His tongue was skilled against his, and Charley was sure it was obvious he was a total amateur, but it didn't stop the older man from drawing it even deeper, pulling Charley down harder ( ... )
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“No one's ever called me that before. And quit moaning. Would you rather I'd not sprained my ankle and just let that vampire kill you? I'll remember that for next time.”
“Shut up, man.”
Charley deposited him in a chair and it seemed clouds of dust and dried mud puffed up around him as Peter “oof”ed into it and began removing his kill-something gear.
Charley set to gingerly removing Peter's shoes. The ankle was bad, and would be worse tomorrow, but it wasn’t broken.
“You're dirty too,” Charley said. “Look at yourself.”
Peter looked down at him with a smirk. “Well that I have been called before ( ... )
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In case Charley was blushing, which he totally was not, he quickly moved out of Peter's grip to go turn off the taps.
“Oh what?” Peter went on. “You got me out of bed before dawn. Who has time for pants?”
“Yeah, clearly not you,” Charley said, turning back. “Come on, I'll help you in.”
It took balance and patience, but Charley finally settled Peter in the bath without further injuring them or soaking himself.
“Thanks,” Peter said as he slid into the warm water. He dunked himself and then surfaced, waving his undamaged hand dismissively. “Go... handle the weapons.”
“Right,” Charley said, slowly turning to go, though he wasn’t really sure he wanted to leave Peter alone right now. And okay, maybe Charley kinda didn't want to be alone. Brushes with death will do that to a guy. But short of offering to wash Peter’s back, which he had no intentions of doing... “Yeah, I'll just go ( ... )
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“Oh shut up.” Peter angrily grabbed the sponge from him with his left hand. “Go on. I think I can finish the rest myself. Fuck off and let me have a wank in peace.”
Charley blinked, knowing he should do as Peter said, get up and leave and pretend this had never happened. But he found he didn’t want to pretend. And before he could give it further thought, he snatched the sponge back and resumed his task. He ducked his eyes, certain he couldn’t look at him when he said this. “But... you hurt your wrist.”
Peter made a choked, laughing sound.
Charley bit his lip and then bit the proverbial bullet, meeting Peter’s eyes. The other man wore an amused, impressed smile. “So I have ( ... )
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