[ The bait is tempting. He wants to bite down with all his might and let Jeff take him for a ride. Hell, he already has the ring waiting in the back of his bedside table, but it doesn't seem like the right time. So, Peter side steps the silly question with his usual grace, and Jeff none the wiser. ]
If it is, I'd hate to see what a wedding ceremony is like around here. [ He takes in a big breath of Jeff's hair products they share together. ] Let's make this moment ours instead.
It probably involves... [ Dog collars and a lot of kneeling. That's what he almost says, but it hits too close to home, makes him nauseous to think about. And he hates it, he hates so much that he can't even have this moment without some vicious memories stomping around in his head. ] ...an orgy with the entire wedding party. [ He smiles. ] I like doing things our way. Just you and me, big guy.
[ Even if Jeff doesn't say what's on his mind, he can read between the lines. His big arms slide tighter around his boyfriend until Peter's practically hugging his own elbows. ]
All right if we stay here for a bit? [ They're standing cheek-to-cheek, their hairy son winding through their legs with sudden interest now that they aren't paying attention to him. ] I've missed this.
[ He hopes it doesn't make Jeff feel guilty, that he should be pressed into service when he's been run through a meat grinder, but it's the sad truth, and he can't hold it in any longer now that the man's in his arms. ]
[ He does feel guilty, but it's not because of anything Peter says. It's his own bullshit, his utter certainty that Peter's too good for him, that he's too much of a mess to be the kind of partner Peter deserves.
But it feels so good to be with him, and it's almost enough to drown out the guilt and self loathing, at least when they're together like this. He hums softly. ]
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If it is, I'd hate to see what a wedding ceremony is like around here. [ He takes in a big breath of Jeff's hair products they share together. ] Let's make this moment ours instead.
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[ Even if Jeff doesn't say what's on his mind, he can read between the lines. His big arms slide tighter around his boyfriend until Peter's practically hugging his own elbows. ]
All right if we stay here for a bit? [ They're standing cheek-to-cheek, their hairy son winding through their legs with sudden interest now that they aren't paying attention to him. ] I've missed this.
[ He hopes it doesn't make Jeff feel guilty, that he should be pressed into service when he's been run through a meat grinder, but it's the sad truth, and he can't hold it in any longer now that the man's in his arms. ]
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[ He does feel guilty, but it's not because of anything Peter says. It's his own bullshit, his utter certainty that Peter's too good for him, that he's too much of a mess to be the kind of partner Peter deserves.
But it feels so good to be with him, and it's almost enough to drown out the guilt and self loathing, at least when they're together like this. He hums softly. ]
Your arms feel like home.