Graduated (1/4)
anonymous
March 18 2012, 02:51:54 UTC
“All right, you two,” Peter said to his two favorite teenagers, who were bubbling over with happiness and that accomplished excitement that comes from having the whole world in front of them, but no immediate responsibilities, apart from having fun. It suited them much better than worrying for their lives had. “Have a great graduation do.”
“Thank you for everything, Peter. You sure you can't stay?” Amy asked, with that cute little pleading expression that, with some refinement, would have men falling at her feet one day. But she wasn't just being coy or polite, she meant it-they wanted him there. That warmed him more than he cared to admit, but he did have responsibilities
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Graduated (2/4)
anonymous
March 18 2012, 02:53:37 UTC
The sculptures were half melted, the DJ had packed up a while before, and most of the kids had packed it in as well by the time Peter stepped out of the lift into the flat. There were less than ten of them now, sat on the floor or slumped in chairs, drunk and tired and happy. He stood back and watched them unobserved for a while. They were playing a drinking game apparently called “I’ve never,” wherein one person declares something they’ve never had the opportunity to do-something sexual, or adventurous, or sexually adventurous-and if any of the rest of them have done said deed, they’re to take a drink
( ... )
Graduated (3/4)
anonymous
March 18 2012, 02:56:12 UTC
45 minutes later, Peter bid the young ‘uns goodnight. “I've got an early meeting. So that’s me off,” he said, swaying a little as he stood. The meeting was at 2pm, but as the sun was due up over the mountains at any moment, that was definitely early. “Keep it down. Fuck off out of here by like... noon. Erm… Wear condoms. Eat your vegetables. Oh! And happy graduation! Night kiddies.”
“Dude,” he heard someone whisper as he sauntered to his bedroom. “He is so weird.”
“Yeah, weird and awesome,” another, a girl, said. He thought it might be the pretty brunette. Butterfly? Bee? “You’re so lucky, Charley
( ... )
Graduated (4/4)
anonymous
March 18 2012, 02:57:06 UTC
Another moment passed between the two of them, less emotional, but no less charged, and then they were moving at the same time, closing the distance between them and locking lips again. Peter steered Charley’s back against the door again, needing something solid behind them as he plundered Charley’s mouth properly this time. No audience, and no hesitation on either of their parts; Peter drove his tongue in to taste and was met with equal fervor. Charley groaned beneath him, didn’t know what to do with his hands. They grabbed for Peter’s shoulders, his hips, his hair, any part they could touch. Finally he let go completely and Peter pulled away briefly to see Charley was holding them against the door, by his sides.
Charley’s eyes were still tightly shut, and as Peter dragged his lips across his friend’s neck, Charley leaned his head back against the door with a thud. “Fuck me,” Charley whispered
( ... )
Thank you so much!!! This is lovely and hot; I really like the little Peter Vincent touches, like the new showgirl and how he just settles in to play drinking games with the teenagers. Exactly what I was hoping for, thanks again! :)
Yay, glad you enjoyed! Thank you! Was planning all along to have some Charley pov, but Peter didn't want to relinquish control of my brain, hence the Peter Vincent touches!
Re: Graduated (4/4)tayberhecateMarch 20 2012, 01:12:33 UTC
:D I love this. I love the flirting before the party. I especially love Peter checking on, spying on, making sure they're having a good time while he's on intermission. I love Peter snogging Charley over Amy's lap. And I love Charley's *ahem* graduation. Very well done, anon!
Re: Graduated (4/4)
anonymous
March 20 2012, 13:00:04 UTC
Oh, thank you so much! I don't know where the not!spying thing came from, except that I knew I wanted Peter to be concerned that Charley has a good time. And as paranoid as Peter is (or was)n he'd totally have remote viewing for his security cameras!
“Thank you for everything, Peter. You sure you can't stay?” Amy asked, with that cute little pleading expression that, with some refinement, would have men falling at her feet one day. But she wasn't just being coy or polite, she meant it-they wanted him there. That warmed him more than he cared to admit, but he did have responsibilities ( ... )
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45 minutes later, Peter bid the young ‘uns goodnight. “I've got an early meeting. So that’s me off,” he said, swaying a little as he stood. The meeting was at 2pm, but as the sun was due up over the mountains at any moment, that was definitely early. “Keep it down. Fuck off out of here by like... noon. Erm… Wear condoms. Eat your vegetables. Oh! And happy graduation! Night kiddies.”
“Dude,” he heard someone whisper as he sauntered to his bedroom. “He is so weird.”
“Yeah, weird and awesome,” another, a girl, said. He thought it might be the pretty brunette. Butterfly? Bee? “You’re so lucky, Charley ( ... )
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Charley’s eyes were still tightly shut, and as Peter dragged his lips across his friend’s neck, Charley leaned his head back against the door with a thud. “Fuck me,” Charley whispered ( ... )
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