Neal drips on Peter to wake him, Peter rolls over and peels the wet shorts away from where they cling to Neal's cock. Neal smiles. Peter loves the new stubble -- the perfect white teeth in the no-longer-so-boyish face. This is the face of the man he came to claim, and he pulls him, still dripping, into the bed and turns him so he can taste the chlorine on Neal's rising cock and feel that stubble against his own. He'll call El later in New York and get her off with the details, missing the soft press of her breasts to his back while Neal's back is warm against his chest.
Peter is here to bring him home. To collar him once again. And he's afraid that he can't. That he can't reduce him back down to a green blip, caged to a radius -- this body against his, this breathy voice asking for more, this Neal -- free and fluid.
Peter holds the chilled buttocks in his hands, encourages the pumping, the almost-coming, the moment where they can both pretend that there doesn't have to be a choice.
Is it bad that I thought of "... so he can taste the chlorine on Neal's rising cock and feel that stubble against his own" while in the pool at the YMCA for my water aerobics class? [Because of the chlorine smell, not because there was anybody there with anything close to Neal's perfect looks.]
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Date: 2012-06-13 02:06 am (UTC)*THUD*
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Date: 2012-06-13 12:35 pm (UTC)In my head, it's all A/U - Neal got up early for a swim, and now he's going back to bed, where Peter is still sleeping.
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Date: 2012-06-13 03:08 pm (UTC)Peter is here to bring him home. To collar him once again. And he's afraid that he can't. That he can't reduce him back down to a green blip, caged to a radius -- this body against his, this breathy voice asking for more, this Neal -- free and fluid.
Peter holds the chilled buttocks in his hands, encourages the pumping, the almost-coming, the moment where they can both pretend that there doesn't have to be a choice.
...
Okay, what was THAT? Uh, sorry. Brain! WTF!
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