Открыть фик целиком в отдельном окне
“Out here.” Peter called from the courtyard and he followed the voice outside. On the table were a jug of cold orange juice, and a mug of black coffee. Peter sat on the sidewall and stretched his coffee mug on the ground next to him.
“Okay.” Swallowing his own growing dismay Connor braved the orange juice and came to stand next to Peter. “What did I do?”
“Do?” Peter was the picture of innocence.
“Yes Peter DO? What did I do? You’re being far too considerate.”
“I resent that, I’m always considerate.” Peter smiled and disarmed the man again, taking him out at the knees.
“Peter?” the crisp tone was back and Connor winced as he raised his voice slightly the throbbing in his head was down to almost tolerable.
“You were drunk Connor, and beat up. I brought you home, put on a bandaid and put you to bed. Nothing to tell.”
“I know what I did Peter. I was drunk not stupid.”
“That’s speculative at this point.” Peter teased.
“I’m waiting for you to knock my teeth down my throat or throw me out.”
“Yes I know. You’ve been quietly freaking out all afternoon.”
“Afternoon?” Connor looked down at his watch, gritted his teeth, and rubbed his temples to ease the ache. “So for God’s sakes man just hit me and get it over with.”
“Did it ever occur to you to just ask?” Peter’s voice was also clipped and tight.
“To ask what? Excuse me Dr. Axon I think you’re hot and want desperately to screw your brains out? No it did not occur to me to ask.” Connor was angry and he suspected the roaring in his ears was not from the hangover.
Peter laughed. “Well you’d have gotten my attention at least, and it might have been nicer than being scowled at constantly.”
“I’m sorry Peter, I’m really sorry.” Connor answered dissolutely.
“So am I.” Peter’s voice was soft, not the strident and angry tone that Connor expected. He felt a gentle hand lift his jaw up and he brushed his fingers across the sensual mouth. “I’m only guessing here that you could have done a lot better if you were sober at the time.” Peter leaned in and licked the lips in front of him, insinuating his tongue to taste the sweet juice and minty toothpaste on Connor’s palette. Without breaking the contact he leaned his body closer in and took the glass from numb fingers, pulling the smaller man into him and running his hands gently down the stiff back.
Connor moaned low in his throat and gave into the kiss; his hands clenching as Peter took them in his own and guided them to his waist. He felt light-headed as the kiss deepened, his lungs starving for oxygen and his breathing became laboured. Peter moved back but kept a gentle hold his hand, running his other one down the slim back as he guided the dark head to his shoulder. Content to simply hold and be held they stayed silent for long minutes. Connor roused himself and looked up into the open face.
“I was right.” Peter smiled down. “Much better when you’re sober.”
“No it didn’t occur to me to ask Peter.” Connor stepped back and away. “How could I? I was so certain you’d deck me.”
“How long?”
“Oh months.” Connor smiled ruefully.
“Really?” Peter asked ridiculously pleased with himself.
“Don’t gloat, its not becoming.”
“Becoming what?” Peter wandered over to the table and poured himself a glass of juice.
“You realize that you’re being impolite?”
“Because I’m happy? Now that’s twisted. Come and sit down Connor, before either of us makes a mistake. I want to make sure you understand how things work.”
Connor felt his heart drop as he sat down, things had never been easy for him, and he suspected the best to hope for was a quick mercy fuck and a pat on the butt.
“Have you always been gay?”
“Yes.”
“My guess is that you haven’t had a chance to do a lot about it.” Peter sipped at the juice and pulled his feet onto the seat.
“I’ve always been in a position of authority, most of the places I’ve worked would find it rather awkward to deal with any repercussions.”
“The forces does that to people.”
“You seemed to manage.”
“I lived in Paris for awhile. Europeans are not nearly as homophobic as we are, besides I’m bi, makes life easy.”
“I see.”
“Do you? Connor, I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, and my wants or needs or preferences are no different from yours- however, I do have a few rules I live by and you may not like them.”
“Such as?”
“First: I don’t do casual, so if we continue with this you’d have to be in it for the long haul, committed to making an effort towards a relationship.”
Connor nearly choked. “You’re serious?”
“I am, and as amazing as it may sound, totally faithful, if and I say if we are together, it’s exclusive.”
“And that exclusivity starts now I take it?”
“Yeah. So if that’s too much for you then we’ll take it as read and book.”
“No recriminations, no arguments, just okay so we don’t want the same thing but we can still work together.”
“That’s about the size of it. So it’s up to you.”
“And you’d make love to me?” Connor asked wistfully, not daring to look at his friend.
Peter was on his knees on the flagstones before Connor and looked up, his blue eyes smoky with desire. “Every day.” Peter answered softly.
“God you’re so beautiful.” Connor reached forward and caressed the lightly stubbled jaw.
“You’re still drunk.” Peter smiled and dropped his voice to a low sultry whisper. “I want you, and not for tonight, not for convenience, not for a mercy fuck or a buddy fuck. I want you, all of you. I want to taste your lips, I want to stroke your body and feel it respond to me, I want to watch you come as I bury myself deep inside of you and I want to hear you scream my name when you come. I take top or bottom but neither exclusively. I want to taste you, touch you, hold you and love you, and I want to wake up with you in my arms and go to sleep the same way. But if that’s too much for you Connor I understand. Nothing I do is half-hearted and when I love it’s completely, I’m just waiting for you to decide if I’m enough.” There was a small self-depreciating smile on Peter’s face as he sat back. His own hands had stayed in his lap, he hadn’t touched Connor and looking up he saw the first silver tracks of tears spill down his face.
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