Hallelujah--Petlar Fic
Title: Hallelujah
Pairing: Peter/Gabriel
Summary: A blowjob gone good. ^^
--Should the last bit all be in italics it is important that you know only 'Someday...I'll do that for you' and 'Mmmmmmm' should be in italics. LJ is screwing up all my formatting.--
3rd Person POV
So good. So good. So good. MMMMMM! Yes, YES! Sooooooo good. S'good. MMMmmmmmm.
Peter was on his knees, mouth around Gabriel's dick, sucking in earnest. His fingers were holding tight to Gabriel's thighs, but he was careful to keep his fingernails away so as not to draw blood. He had Gabriel sprawled out in a kitchen chair, his head dangling over the top. He pulled up and off with a pop, just long enough to make sure Gabriel was okay. The watchmaker whined and twitched his hips up pitifully. Peter smiled and pushed the bottom of Gabriel's button up out of the way with his nose and kissed at the base of his groin. He breathed out slowly before giving the same spot a playful kitten lick and moving back to the task at hand.
He kissed the head of Gabriel's erection before pushing his lips around it and slurping. He worked his tongue up and down and pressed it into the openning. In his head he got a burst of blissed out mental static.
MMMmmMMmmmmmfffeeellsmmmgodohgodgoooooodmmmmfaaa!
Peter smiled around Gabriel's length and slid down farther. He took half of Gabriel into his mouth before humming loudly and rocking his head from side to side. Above him Gabriel was clutching desperatly at the arms of the chair and whining just as desperatly into the air. His mouth was open and his legs were trembling and scrambling against the kitchen tile.
Peter slid down farther and pushed his nose against Gabriel's pubic bone and moaned loudly. Gabriel let out a yelp and his whole body jerked. Peter held back a laugh, knowing it would ruin the moment. His knees spread wider, brushing against Gabriel's pooled khaki's. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue against the bottomside of Gabriel's erection. Peter bobbed his head a few times, sucking on the retreat.
Good?
Fagoommmmsssgoodddmmfeels....mmmmm....hallelujah.
This time Peter did laugh. The sensation quaked through Gabriel's erection and up his spine. Peter stilled his laughter, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked. Normally he would let the semen pool over his tongue so he could enjoy the closeness of the act. But Gabriel didn't like the mess it sometimes led to, so he sucked. He savored the fleeting feel of Gabriel's come sliding past his tongue and down his throat, all while watching Gabriel sag and pant.
The watchmakers breaths were accompanied by nasal keens as he exhaled too harshly through his nose. His fingers twitched and quivered around the armrest and his stomach muscles jumped and tensed in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Peter smiled at his strewn form and gently worked his pants back up his body. The nurse had to pull Gabriel forward and rest his upperbody against his own to help him up off the chair enough to get the pants under him. When Peter had the pants around Gabriel's hips he let the watchmaker slide back into the chair while he fastened his pants and belt. Next he retucked Gabriel's shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles there.
"Hallelujah good?"
Mmmmm
Peter folded his hands over Gabriel's knee and rested his chin there. He smiled up at Gabriel and rubbed his thumbs over his knee slowly.
Someday...I'll do that for you.
"Hallelujah."
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Just picture Gabriel smiling lazily there at the end. Kitchen sex: Good in writing, bad in practice. Wood and marble were not made for comfort people. I can't even sprawl out long enough to do up posters, I can't imagine bumpin uglies on a kitchen table. So I figured a chair would be more practical. Maybe he has those cushy things tied on the seat of them, I never really thought about it.
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