Trick or Treat! It's Time for the Halloween Meme!

[elrhiarhodan]

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In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics (leave a character/pairing if you want one of these :) ), graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc.).

The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

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Trick or Treat (Yeah, I'm late, but it's been a crazy week at OSU) :-)

[elrhiarhodan]

The walk to that classroom felt like he was going to his execution. Neal was certain that Peter wasn’t going to be there, or that he’d really not want to see him. The kids in the hall (they all seemed like babies now) ignored him. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, deliberately letting his beard grow so he would look older, and his hair was long. He wanted to look older, he needed to differentiate himself from the kid who came out to his secret crush and found his dreams on a snowy March night.

Peter was in his classroom, packing up, and Neal stood there, watching him. His breath caught in the back of his throat. Peter looked better than his memories – a little thinner, maybe more muscular, and he seemed, at least from the distance of the door to the desk, tired and a little sad.

Neal walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Peter.”

The shock on Peter’s face surprised him. Did he think he wasn’t going to come?

At first Neal couldn’t believe how disinterested Peter sounded – he could barely get him to say ‘hello’ back, and then - how quickly they descended into bickering. And even more that Peter thought that he had found someone else.

They sniped at each other and Neal found himself two breathes away from disgracing himself and bursting into tears. It was so fucking unfair. He had everything planned - everything and it was all going so wrong.

Then Neal caught something – a look in Peter’s eyes. Was Peter afraid of him? That didn’t seem possible – but maybe, just maybe that was why Peter wasn’t happy to see him, why he just stupidly kept insisting he was too old for him.

He just kept at Peter, pressing at him (much to his own surprise), and was blown away by his admission. It stunned him to think that Peter was scared that he’d regret getting involved with him, that he’d leave him. That he’d walk away. Peter didn’t say it, but he was scared that Neal would be disappointed in him.

He had never thought about that – Peter was always so strong, so confident. If Peter was the man that he was, Neal would never have had the courage to come out to him, to tell him what he was thinking, what he wanted to do.

It shocked him that Peter was so vulnerable – and that Neal had the power to hurt him so badly. It made him wonder about his past, who had done that to him, who left without a word, who left him feeling worthless.

“I’d never, ever do that to you.” Neal breathed – and he wouldn’t. How could he? You don’t do that to someone you love.

He wanted to fall to his knees and wrap his arms around Peter’s waist, to do all the things he’d dreamed about. He wanted to show Peter how very much he loved and trusted him – and that nothing short of death would keep him away.

Neal approached Peter – cautiously, he didn’t want to scare him. And for every step he took, Peter backed away, until he was caught between him and the blackboard.

[elrhiarhodan]

He held back nothing, there was nothing to lose now. “I want you to make good on your promise. I want to be with you, now, tomorrow - maybe forever. And I know you want me too - and I know it’s more than just desire. I saw it in your face, every day. I saw it after graduation. You set the rules, I just played by them. You can’t be angry with me for doing what you told me to do.”

The change in Peter was slow – like dawn on a winter morning. And like dawn, there was a moment when the sky hung between shadowed blackness of the old night and the brilliance of a new day. Neal caught his breath as the desire rose in Peter’s eyes. Everything seemed to happen at once.

Peter spun him around and pushed him against the blackboard. Neal shivered as Peter whispered in his hear. “You want me, Neal? You want to be mine? You want me to fuck you? You want that?”

He swallowed and nodded, but Peter made him answer – he insisted on Neal actually speaking his answer.

“Yes, Peter. I want you. I want you. I want you.” Neal practically cried his delighted answer into Peter’s ear. His cock, which had been half-hard since he stood in the classroom doorway observing the man, went into a full, painful erection. It seemed like such a cliché, but his knees went weak and thought he would collapse if Peter wasn’t holding him.

When Peter demanded to know if he had let anyone touch him, Neal confessed that his hand was the only one that was ever on his prick – that was the truth. There were guys – some smart, really good looking guys at Yale; guys with experience, guys who wanted to get to know him – and not just for a quick fuck. He could have had a dozen different boyfriends.

But he only wanted Peter. And that seemed to please him immensely.