Eighteen (1/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:47:40 UTC
Charley had long since given up trying to find excuses to go over and see Peter. His mom was pretty okay with their hanging out, once the mutual life-saving was made known to her. And okay, she didn’t know all the particulars of their friendship, but she didn’t need to either. Amy knew all the sordid details, though. In fact, asked for them whenever she’d call from school in Florida. And if you’d have asked him a couple years ago if he thought he’d ever be having conversations with his crazy-hot ex-girlfriend about the crazier-hot sex he was having with Peter Vincent…. he would have told you you were insane.
So yeah, he’d long since given up excuses, and just went over whenever he felt like it, but it just so happened he had a reason to go over this time, besides the usual. Peter had a book he needed for a paper he was writing on stage magic, and well, Peter himself was an interesting text to peruse on the subject too. And he wouldn’t mind doing all manner of reading tonight
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Eighteen (2/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:48:48 UTC
Lila returned and grabbed Peter’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Charley,” she said, smiling again. He thought she might be a little drunk.
She tugged on Peter, clearly wanting to get gone. But Peter stayed rooted to the spot and fixed Charley with a stare, his eyes searching.
“Sorry,” Peter said, “there wasn’t anything important that we needed to talk about? You know, anything, uh… pointed?”
Pointed was bad code for something pointy, i.e. with fangs, or needing the pointed end of a stake. Luckily, Lila didn’t seem to pick up on anything
( ... )
Eighteen (3/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:49:48 UTC
* * *
Peter wasn’t overly fond of rehearsals, but ones like today’s-working out the kinks in new bits-where he didn’t have to don his stage costume and he got to yell at people (okay, he could yell whenever he wanted), those weren’t so bad.
It’d been a decent day altogether, actually. So far. He’d woken up in a pretty girl’s bed that morning, he’d had a handful of cocktails throughout the day, no vampires had shown their fangs in his general vicinity, and he was reasonably certain he’d see Charley before the show. Wasn’t there something about a book?
Being cheerful was a relatively new phenomenon for him, and he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. And it didn’t hurt matters that Charley basically attacked him with hands and lips, the second he walked into the penthouse
( ... )
Eighteen (4/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:51:04 UTC
Peter smiled, grabbed Charley by the hair this time and kissed him quickly, teeth and tongue and need, before he pulled away and turned his back to him, stretching out on the floor.
He heard Charley fumble nearby for a few seconds, and then the snap of a plastic lid. A hand lightly smacked his thigh. “Up,” Charley demanded, and Peter complied, rising up on his elbows and knees.
He sighed in pleasure at the first touch of Charley’s fingers, readying him quickly and efficiently, like he’d done this a hundred times, instead of just of a couple. Or more like Charley couldn’t fucking waitPeter groaned. He couldn’t wait either. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he took himself in hand and stroked as he heard the condom packet being torn open and then felt Charley’s hand on his back. He pushed in slowly, letting Peter feel every inch of his cock
( ... )
Eighteen (5/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:52:24 UTC
“Anyway, I’m meeting her for a movie.”
“So was that was this was about?” he asked, feeling his own tiny twinge of annoyance. He didn’t mind furious jealousy-fueled fucking, but he didn’t particularly care for being used either. “Clearing out the ole chamber so you don’t shoot too early later on?”
“Um…” Charley look distinctly uncomfortable.
“Suppose I’m more fun than a wank, anyway. But you know…” He chose his next words carefully, not sure how much he wanted to rock the boat, but decided he couldn’t let the kid think he was that oblivious. He stood and approached Charley, leaning in close to say hotly by the other man’s ear, “It didn’t really feel like just getting one out of the way. It felt like you were… staking a claim
( ... )
Re: Eighteen (5/5)
anonymous
November 1 2011, 00:56:17 UTC
Wow! That was amazing. Confused relationship, brilliant characterisations and fucking hot! Loved how free their 'thing' is but also passionate and inevitable like it will always be there, something fierce and indomitable that will last no matter how much they fight or drift. Really well written, so many layers and stuff to make you think amid what would otherwise just be ol fashioned porn! Would so love to see you write more of these two, charley turning the tables, discussion and insecurity and more predatory make up sex!!!! Thanks so much!
Re: Eighteen (5/5) - OP here
anonymous
November 2 2011, 13:55:31 UTC
Hooray! Thank you so much for tackling this one anon, I know it must have been difficult to write this between these two and keep them in character, but you did it! I love that Charley is frustrated by his own feelings but still plays it off cool (for the most part), and I love that Peter is flattered and amused when Charley can no longer hold it in (so to speak). I just...I love them both so much!!!! And you, for filling this. :)
Re: Eighteen (5/5) - OP here
anonymous
November 2 2011, 18:04:06 UTC
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! Yeah it was a little difficult. Feelings is tricky things. Especially with these guys. And when it's a kinkmeme and maybe should be all about hot sex! ;)
Thank YOU for this prompt. It was nice living with it in my head for a while. :D
So yeah, he’d long since given up excuses, and just went over whenever he felt like it, but it just so happened he had a reason to go over this time, besides the usual. Peter had a book he needed for a paper he was writing on stage magic, and well, Peter himself was an interesting text to peruse on the subject too. And he wouldn’t mind doing all manner of reading tonight ( ... )
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She tugged on Peter, clearly wanting to get gone. But Peter stayed rooted to the spot and fixed Charley with a stare, his eyes searching.
“Sorry,” Peter said, “there wasn’t anything important that we needed to talk about? You know, anything, uh… pointed?”
Pointed was bad code for something pointy, i.e. with fangs, or needing the pointed end of a stake. Luckily, Lila didn’t seem to pick up on anything ( ... )
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Peter wasn’t overly fond of rehearsals, but ones like today’s-working out the kinks in new bits-where he didn’t have to don his stage costume and he got to yell at people (okay, he could yell whenever he wanted), those weren’t so bad.
It’d been a decent day altogether, actually. So far. He’d woken up in a pretty girl’s bed that morning, he’d had a handful of cocktails throughout the day, no vampires had shown their fangs in his general vicinity, and he was reasonably certain he’d see Charley before the show. Wasn’t there something about a book?
Being cheerful was a relatively new phenomenon for him, and he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. And it didn’t hurt matters that Charley basically attacked him with hands and lips, the second he walked into the penthouse ( ... )
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He heard Charley fumble nearby for a few seconds, and then the snap of a plastic lid. A hand lightly smacked his thigh. “Up,” Charley demanded, and Peter complied, rising up on his elbows and knees.
He sighed in pleasure at the first touch of Charley’s fingers, readying him quickly and efficiently, like he’d done this a hundred times, instead of just of a couple. Or more like Charley couldn’t fucking waitPeter groaned. He couldn’t wait either. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he took himself in hand and stroked as he heard the condom packet being torn open and then felt Charley’s hand on his back. He pushed in slowly, letting Peter feel every inch of his cock ( ... )
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“So was that was this was about?” he asked, feeling his own tiny twinge of annoyance. He didn’t mind furious jealousy-fueled fucking, but he didn’t particularly care for being used either. “Clearing out the ole chamber so you don’t shoot too early later on?”
“Um…” Charley look distinctly uncomfortable.
“Suppose I’m more fun than a wank, anyway. But you know…” He chose his next words carefully, not sure how much he wanted to rock the boat, but decided he couldn’t let the kid think he was that oblivious. He stood and approached Charley, leaning in close to say hotly by the other man’s ear, “It didn’t really feel like just getting one out of the way. It felt like you were… staking a claim ( ... )
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I have written a handful of Peter/Charley things so far, but this one is certainly the most...involved. There may yet be more in this continuity.
Again, thanks for the lovely comment.
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Thank YOU for this prompt. It was nice living with it in my head for a while. :D
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