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“Want to see you come.” Peter whispered, holding himself still, searching the beloved face for any hint of pain. The soft lips parted silently as Connor smiled against the mouth that plundered his as Peter began to gently rock his hips, each movement stretching and filling him until the thick shaft rested against his prostate and Connor bucked into the touch. The firm heat, and velvet body pushing against Peter caused him to moan low in his throat but still he wouldn’t be rushed. “Want to feel you come around me.” He whispered again, his teeth tugging on the ear it tormented.
Connor began to moan and thrash on the bed, the sensual overload almost too much for him to bear, reduced to his base components and reconstituted in Peter’s firm embrace, whole, unmarked and loved. Oh so very loved, from the pores of his skin to the soul he doubted having, he finally knew sweet, gentle love, with a partner who cherished him. Tomorrow was a long way away but now this felt so right.
Unable to hold back any longer, Peter lifted Connors legs onto his biceps and braced himself at the head of the bed as he began to rock harder. “Touch yourself.” Peter whispered hoarsely. “Show me what you like my beautiful love.”
His breath coming in short gasps Connor did as he was told, reaching down to squeeze his hardened shaft and roll the balls in their sac as he stared directly into Peter’s eyes, darkened now with desire and need.
“Come Connor, come for me.” Peter sobbed and Connor threw his head back his body arched away from the pillows as he spilt his seed over his hand. His body contracted and sent Peter in oblivious ecstasy, seconds behind he came inside Connor and claimed his lips for a searing kiss.
“Love you.” Peter kissed him again, releasing his body from the uncomfortable position and pulled him against his chest as he lay alongside of Connor’s dazed form.
“Oh God. I never knew.” Connor whispered as he buried his face against the hairless chest and stroked at the sweat soaked body. His fingers making lazy patterns in the excesses of both of them and looked up when he could trust himself to again.
A lifetime away Connor replayed the scene in his mind, the gentle touches, Peter’s voice scraping every nerve in him raw with desire as he squeezed himself in the bath water tugging at his body with an urgent need and came silently behind his hand as the tears fell. He didn’t stop them; instead he let them free, releasing the exhaustion and months of deprivation. And minute-by-minute Connor Doyle became something like his old self again. He smiled when he heard the soft rap on the door.
“Anton’ll be here in an hour, you want to eat before or after?”
“How about with?” Connor yelled back.
“That sounds like a plan.” Matt moved off.
Connor remember the lazy touches in bed that afternoon, the ones that said the words both of them said in their hearts. For the first time in his life he went to sleep in the strong arms of love and knew that he would wake the same. His life changed in that single defining moment, and had never been the same since. No matter what constant calamity had befallen them, no matter the hours and degrees of pain and separation he knew the heart of the man whom he held dear and nothing would shake his confidence in that. At worst Peter and he would not reconcile but his lover had never been nor would ever be to him a cruel man. He’d support him, honour him and help him back to a life where he could be whole, even if that meant being alone. The word sent waves through his body, but he was strong and even alone as long as Peter was alive and happy, he could adjust and find solace in that knowledge. He would never doubt and steeled his heart to that resolve and calmed his mind.
~~~****~~~
“Hey Lindsey.” Peter smiled as he sat outside, the dying rays of the sun turning the garden into liquid gold.
“Hey yourself.” She dropped a kiss onto his head and sat opposite. “How are things?”
“Well apart from Dad making eyes at Mrs. Mac, and both of them trying to feed me constantly, okay.” He smiled, and it was different, as if somewhere he found his heart again and it was fine to live. The shadow of grief was gone, not forgotten, but gone.
“They worry.” Lindsey teased as she patted his arm. He captured her fingers in his hand and brought the palm to his lips.
“I never thanked you.” He said softly.
“For?” Lindsey blushed, a remarkably beautiful woman, all the more remarkable that she was unaware of her beauty.
“For staying with me in the hospital.”
“Your father promised not to say anything.” Lindsey scowled.
“Oh he didn’t, I just knew, could smell your perfume when I woke up and figured you must have been there the whole time.”
“I couldn’t leave you.” Tears welled in her eyes as he pulled her forward onto his lap and gently brushed them aside with the back of his hand.
“You never did Linds, not even when you were angry with me. I knew you were there, always, all I had to do was ask.”
“Thank you.” She turned in his lap and chastely kissed his lips as Ray came barrelling through the door and stopped stock-still.
“Hey Dad.” Peter answered as he gazed into her eyes and traced her jaw with his finger.
“You know every time I think I get a handle on you, you change the rules.” Ray groused as he came to sit down.
“Best defense is a creditable offense, taught me that when I was six Dad.”
“You listened? I’ll be damned. You never listened.”
Lindsey laughed as she got up and put a little distance between them.
“I always listened. Lindsey?”
Lindsey sat rigidly in the chair, her discomfit obvious.
“Okay, what plot have you two hatched up?” Peter smiled looking from one face to another.
“Ray’s worried about you Peter.”
“Because I’m convinced Connor is still alive?” Peter glowered.
“Yes.” Lindsey answered. “Peter we went over every inch of that installation and he was gone. As much as I want to believe he’s alive, I can’t.”
“Look this really isn’t an issue open for debate guys. But I have my convictions and they are mine, not your problem. Anton says I’m fine and the psych evaluations are perfect, so what’s the beef?”
“The beef, son is that it’s not healthy to continue on this way.”
“It’s not unhealthy either, sooner or later Dad, I will know the truth, and in the meantime I have a life.” He stood up and put his back to them.
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