[ Hey, Jeff appreciates the chuckle. YOU HAVE TO LAUGH AT HIS JOKES, PETER. And he's smiling like such a smitten fool at Peter's kind words. ]
You can. There's nothing to 'em. [ Jokingly: ] This kind of magic's all style and no substance.
[ At most, the lights might feel a bit warm to the touch, but there's nothing shocking or solid to them. Still, Jeff sings softly, lifting his free hand up to beckon some of the lights towards them.
He can't stop smiling. Stupid Peter. He always keeps Jeff smiling! ]
[ Hey, neither can Peter. His smile is just as childish when the little glowing lights float closer. They remind him of fireflies. But as he reaches out, his hand passes right through. He can feel it—a warm beam of sunshine that slips through his fingers. ]
Huh. Crazy... [ As they continue to float around, he follows along with them in the hopes that he'll be able to catch them. Apparently he isn't the only one. From behind the bed a black creature springs up on the bed and smacks Peter in the hand. ]
Hey, who invited you?
[ Soots isn't even listening to his second dad. He's too busy lining up his hips to spring up to snap at the wandering lights. ]
Soots! [ Here's Jeff with the interception, reaching out to grab the wiggling little menace in his arms. ]
Oh god... [ Jeff looks around them as the cat tries to spring from his arms to pounce at another floating light, one drifting precariously close to Jeff's head. ] It's like I've filled the room with laser pointers!
[ Jeff's melodramatic cry has Peter doubled over in full-bodied, heaving laughter. This man is going to be the death of him, he can tell. By the fourth wheezing noise, Peter's ribs are crying out for mercy. ]
Ow, ow, shit—my ribs... [ It's about all he can get out between giggles. ]
That was very thoughtful... [ Even if his face is clearly saying otherwise. Of course they're dicks. And what kind of macho man like himself would gobble them up?
One that's in pain. So, with grudging acceptance, he grabs two and eats one, lets it melt a little on his tongue until he can taste the bitter tang of THC. ]
By all means! The detail in them'd be so messed up. You wouldn't tell one position from another.
[ It doesn't take long for the pain to be forgotten. His mind, thankfully, is still sharp. ]
Unless that's a hint our sex life is becoming too routine for you.
[ The line has been cast; now it's just a matter of waiting patiently for Jeff to bite. And he will. Peter'll reel him in with his usual deadpan expertise. ]
[ Of course Jeff is going to bite! You know him well, Peter. ]
Noooo. Though I'm always happy to experiment and try new things with an open heart and mind! But this does beg the question...
[ Jeff pops a second gummy between his teeth-- gently, so as to not send a vicious and totally uncomfortable message-- before grinning at Peter and sucking it into his mouth. He shakes the baggie at Peter. ]
What kind of hint do you think I'm sending with these?
[ What a loaded question. It deserves serious consideration, more than just a throwaway comment. With dark eyes locked on Jeff, traveling down his chest to those lickable washboard abs, and that stupidly, disgustingly handsome face, Peter cants his head to the left to get a better look at him. No matter what, Jeff always looks a little devious. It's the eyebrows, Peter thinks. They arch up high and slope off sharply, like he's always planning something. It's maddening. ]
Well it's no mystery you're a cock slut, baby. So that can't be it. [ His jaw juts out a little like it always does when Peter is thinking hard. ] You're... a cannibal? Mm, am I getting warmer?
[ Oh, call him that again. Peter's little foray into dirty talk has him feeling all kinds of heat down in the pit of his stomach. ]
It isn't? [ Jeff blinks, affecting a look of total innocence-- which, of course, only serves to make him appear even more mischievous. He moves to-- gently!-- straddle Peter's lap, looking down at him with a playful grin. ] You were warmer with the first one. And here I thought I'd been hiding it so well...
Well, you've been hiding my salami very well, but that's still a point in my favor.
[ Peter is very proud of the fact that he only grunts once when his boyfriend gingerly straddles his hips. He must be a sight—bruises all over his body, scabbing cuts across his collarbone, his cheek and mouth. And then there's the cast making him fairly useless as anything other than a couch potato.
Still, though... the way Jeff looks at him, it makes an old guy feel powerful. ]
You keep comparing your dick to food, and I might start getting hungry.
[ Jeff presses a kiss to his neck, aiming for some patch of skin that's not going to be as tender as the rest of him, then puts on a thoughtful face. ]
Yep. [ See? Peter knows all. As Jeff's lips touch his skin, a warm tingle starts there and begins to spread out along his chest. Jeff kisses him again, and that same tingling grows further, makes him twitch like he can't keep still. ]
... Was there anything else in those edibles? Besides THC?
[ He runs his good hand down Jeff's chest, mindful to catch a nipple between his fingers. The skin puckers far too quickly for a soft brush. Peter knows he's good, but not that good. ]
Yeah, he feels that. Jeff even makes a choked little noise before he can stop himself, before nodding, running his own fingers up Peter's chest in turn. It's kiiiind of like he's rolling on X.
Jeff exhales with a very dignified giggle. ]
Oh, yeah. I think I get what you're talking about...
[ Jeff's hands light his skin on fire, long fingers carding through the gray dusting of hair along his chest. All those little tugs and pinches catching in the hair have Peter licking his lips, waiting impatiently for Jeff to bear down on him. ]
This is, ah, pretty nice...
[ Truth be told, he'd been a little worried his boyfriend had gone to all this trouble only to find Peter far too tired or sore, unable to satisfy him like he ought to. Now he's counting down the minutes until he's got Jeff spit roasted on his dick. ]
[ It's like Jeff's read his mind-- or maybe he's just that he's as horny as Peter, because it isn't long before he pauses in his feeling-up and gives his boyfriend a little nudge. ]
C'mon, big guy. [ He's already shimmying out of his underwear, eager to let his dick out. He doesn't know if it's the apparent aprhos in the gummies, or just the general effect that Peter has on him, but the fabric rubbing against his skin's just driving him up the wall. He's already hard by the time he's pushing his boyfriend down. ] Lay back and let me do all the work.
[ Listening to his boyfriend talk like that you'd think he licked a stripe across his erection. His face is growing dark read, spreading down his neck and chest, and Peter lets out a very smug, satisfied moan as he's eased back into the pillows. ]
First-class service. I'm very impressed.
[ So Jeff said to let him do all the work, but his good hand wastes no time sliding up a bare thigh. ]
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You can. There's nothing to 'em. [ Jokingly: ] This kind of magic's all style and no substance.
[ At most, the lights might feel a bit warm to the touch, but there's nothing shocking or solid to them. Still, Jeff sings softly, lifting his free hand up to beckon some of the lights towards them.
He can't stop smiling. Stupid Peter. He always keeps Jeff smiling! ]
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Huh. Crazy... [ As they continue to float around, he follows along with them in the hopes that he'll be able to catch them. Apparently he isn't the only one. From behind the bed a black creature springs up on the bed and smacks Peter in the hand. ]
Hey, who invited you?
[ Soots isn't even listening to his second dad. He's too busy lining up his hips to spring up to snap at the wandering lights. ]
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Oh god... [ Jeff looks around them as the cat tries to spring from his arms to pounce at another floating light, one drifting precariously close to Jeff's head. ] It's like I've filled the room with laser pointers!
[ HOW DOES HIS MAGIC ALWAYS LEAD TO STRIFE? ]
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Ow, ow, shit—my ribs... [ It's about all he can get out between giggles. ]
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Peter, hey-- ow! Soots!
[ Jeff lets out a sharp whistle and gestures at the door, sending the lights dancing out into the living room, Soots chasing after them. ]
Well. Okay... So. Cat attack and exacerbated injuries aside... I swear... magic isn't always a disaster.
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[ He gets himself under control, but his chest is left burning. Nothing he can do about it—unless... ]
We have any weed good for pain?
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But it doesn't explode. Jeff just beams like those are the most gratifying words he's ever heard, and then he nods. ]
Uh huh.
[ And he's about to reach for the bedside table, when he seems to remember something and abruptly springs up from the bed. ]
Oh! Dude-- wait! I've got something even better!
[ He holds up a finger and goes bounding out the room. It's time for a quick kitchen detour, then...
Jeff's back, bearing a baggie of gummy dicks, because... well. Because it's Duplicity. Of course their gummies only come in tits and genitalia. ]
I picked these up the other day. Thought they'd be easier on you than anything you've gotta inhale...
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One that's in pain. So, with grudging acceptance, he grabs two and eats one, lets it melt a little on his tongue until he can taste the bitter tang of THC. ]
Not. One. Word.
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That smiles says: I have about a hundred words I could say right now, but I'm being nice and sparing your macho dignity.
Psych. Jeff can never keep his mouth shut. ]
How about next time I'll get you the Kama Sutra gummy bears...
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[ It doesn't take long for the pain to be forgotten. His mind, thankfully, is still sharp. ]
Unless that's a hint our sex life is becoming too routine for you.
[ The line has been cast; now it's just a matter of waiting patiently for Jeff to bite. And he will. Peter'll reel him in with his usual deadpan expertise. ]
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Noooo. Though I'm always happy to experiment and try new things with an open heart and mind! But this does beg the question...
[ Jeff pops a second gummy between his teeth-- gently, so as to not send a vicious and totally uncomfortable message-- before grinning at Peter and sucking it into his mouth. He shakes the baggie at Peter. ]
What kind of hint do you think I'm sending with these?
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Well it's no mystery you're a cock slut, baby. So that can't be it. [ His jaw juts out a little like it always does when Peter is thinking hard. ] You're... a cannibal? Mm, am I getting warmer?
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It isn't? [ Jeff blinks, affecting a look of total innocence-- which, of course, only serves to make him appear even more mischievous. He moves to-- gently!-- straddle Peter's lap, looking down at him with a playful grin. ] You were warmer with the first one. And here I thought I'd been hiding it so well...
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[ Peter is very proud of the fact that he only grunts once when his boyfriend gingerly straddles his hips. He must be a sight—bruises all over his body, scabbing cuts across his collarbone, his cheek and mouth. And then there's the cast making him fairly useless as anything other than a couch potato.
Still, though... the way Jeff looks at him, it makes an old guy feel powerful. ]
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[ Jeff presses a kiss to his neck, aiming for some patch of skin that's not going to be as tender as the rest of him, then puts on a thoughtful face. ]
Huh. Maybe I am a cannibal...
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... Was there anything else in those edibles? Besides THC?
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[ Now sexy times have to go on pause, as Jeff sits up and has to think on it. ]
No? I don't think...?
[ Great job, Peter, now he's distracted. By THINKING. ]
Maybe...?
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You feel this?
[ He runs his good hand down Jeff's chest, mindful to catch a nipple between his fingers. The skin puckers far too quickly for a soft brush. Peter knows he's good, but not that good. ]
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Oh.
Yeah, he feels that. Jeff even makes a choked little noise before he can stop himself, before nodding, running his own fingers up Peter's chest in turn. It's kiiiind of like he's rolling on X.
Jeff exhales with a very dignified giggle. ]
Oh, yeah. I think I get what you're talking about...
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This is, ah, pretty nice...
[ Truth be told, he'd been a little worried his boyfriend had gone to all this trouble only to find Peter far too tired or sore, unable to satisfy him like he ought to. Now he's counting down the minutes until he's got Jeff spit roasted on his dick. ]
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C'mon, big guy. [ He's already shimmying out of his underwear, eager to let his dick out. He doesn't know if it's the apparent aprhos in the gummies, or just the general effect that Peter has on him, but the fabric rubbing against his skin's just driving him up the wall. He's already hard by the time he's pushing his boyfriend down. ] Lay back and let me do all the work.
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First-class service. I'm very impressed.
[ So Jeff said to let him do all the work, but his good hand wastes no time sliding up a bare thigh. ]