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spongetastic) wrote2010-01-18 07:32 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-01-18 07:32 pm
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Etc: Pain and irritation
The air was starting to feel colder now that winter was creeping up. When the sun went down the temperature dropped even more. Of course Claude probably survived many winters like this in the past but that was before he met Peter. The nurse wasn’t about to let his friend, however irritating he was at time, be out in the cold.
“It’s not much,” Peter said as he unlocked the door to his apartment. “But it’s better than sleeping outside, right?”
“Yeah, real nice,” Claude agreed. Peter wondered if the scruffy man could ever say anything without it sounding sarcastic.
“Shower first,” Peter told him. “I don’t want your hobo smell stinking up my apartment.” He was just teasing but of course Claude took offense. He let out an irritated snort and smacked Peter upside the head.
“I don’t smell, brat.”
“Of course you would think so,” Peter retorted, biting back the grin threatening to spread over his face. Irritating Claude was quickly becoming his favorite activity. “Seriously, though. Take a shower.”
“Fine.” Claude rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. While he was in there Peter got out some blankets the older man could use. He also decided to make tea in case Claude wanted it.
Several minutes later the bathroom door opened. Steam billowed out and Claude followed after. He was still wearing the same grungy clothes but he looked cleaner. Peter stepped forward and leaned in to take an experimental sniff. He was pleased to note that Claude used his favorite body wash. The man smelled amazing.
“Okay, you pass.” He pulled back, smiling. “Next I’m washing your clothes.”
“For god’s sake,” Claude groaned out, rolling his eyes. “I can take care of myself.”
“Stop being so stubborn,” Peter scolded him playfully. They were still very close. Peter tilted his head a little and pressed his lips up against the older man’s. Claude’s beard didn’t feel so scratchy straight from the shower and soon Peter was parting his lips and pressing his body flush against the other man.
“Brat,” Claude growled out. But his arm was wrapping around Peter’s waist so the empath knew he wasn’t really angry. This was just their way.
Peter started peeling off the layers of Claude’s outfit. It seemed like a shame for Claude to be wearing dirty clothes in a clean body. Claude allowed it without much protest. But of course that could’ve been because he was trying to rid Peter of his clothes as well. They were landing in piles on the floor and as skin was revealed Peter ran his fingers over it. He nuzzled his nose up against Claude’s shoulder and inhaled deeply.
“Mmm,” he sighed. “You smell good.”
“You didn’t seem to mind my smell before,” Claude observed wryly. His rough hands ran down Peter’s bare back, making the empath shiver and arch at his touch.
“But now I won’t have to hold my breath,” Peter retorted. That earned him a nasty glare and a rough grab of his ass. Peter just smiled playfully and grabbed Claude’s in return, using the leverage to pull their bodies close.
“You’re a real pain, ya know that?” Claude grunted. Their dormant cocks brushed up against each other and Peter gave a little jerk, sucking in a sharp breath.
“So you tell me,” Peter replied. The couch was closest so he pulled Claude in that direction. Peter settled down first with Claude coming down on top of him. Peter shifted until the two were fitted more comfortably against each other. “Never stopped you before,” he added, pressing lube into Claude’s hand.
“Cocky little bastard,” Claude growled. Peter chuckled in response, shifting his legs apart to allow Claude’s slicked fingers inside him. Peter hungrily kept the man’s mouth busy with kisses so they wouldn’t have a chance to snark at each other while Claude’s fingers were busy.
Peter’s lips parted and a groan escaped him as Claude took advantage and slid his tongue inside. Peter groaned even louder and tried to get his legs farther apart. The couch was hard to maneuver on. One finger became two, then three, stretching Peter while Claude’s tongue moved in a rhythm of what was to come.
“Fuck,” Peter groaned. His hand dropped over the edge of the couch fumbling blindly for a condom. His fingers brushed against the box and he broke the kiss long enough to press it into Claude’s hand. “Safety first,” he murmured. Then couldn’t help adding: “Who knows where you’ve been, you perverted old man.”
“Perverted?” Claude echoed with a snort. He took out a condom, rolling it on his hardening erection. “You’re the one shagging this smelly old hobo. Maybe you’re the perverted one, eh?”
“Maybe,” Peter agreed. He grabbed Claude and kissed him hard to muffle his groan as the man began to push inside his tight entrance.
Peter dug his fingernails into Claude’s shoulders and rocked back against the older man as he set up his rhythm. Claude kissed the empath’s cheek and throat, his beard tickling Peter’s skin. One hand left Claude’s shoulder to thread through his hair and push him demandingly down on Peter’s sensitive neck. Claude grazed his teeth over the area, getting loud appreciative moans for his efforts.
With their mouths occupied with seeking skin and their lungs needing all the breath they could get, neither man spoke much as they rocked together. But there was plenty of biting and scratching, and Claude pushed Peter down into the couch hard. When they got close Peter stopped the kisses. He came first but then he got to hear Claude orgasm and with that came a moan of Peter’s name.
“I heard that,” Peter said smugly. “You said my name.” Claude shot him an annoyed look and shifted so he wasn’t directly on top of Peter anymore.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” Claude grumbled. “You know that?”
“So are you,” Peter answered back. “But that’s just how we work.” He nestled his head contently under Claude’s chin, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over them. The older man grumbled something but eventually put his arm around Peter. Peter couldn’t help the amused smile that spread on his lips. Despite how grouchy and irritable Claude acted, he was soft on the inside.
“It’s not much,” Peter said as he unlocked the door to his apartment. “But it’s better than sleeping outside, right?”
“Yeah, real nice,” Claude agreed. Peter wondered if the scruffy man could ever say anything without it sounding sarcastic.
“Shower first,” Peter told him. “I don’t want your hobo smell stinking up my apartment.” He was just teasing but of course Claude took offense. He let out an irritated snort and smacked Peter upside the head.
“I don’t smell, brat.”
“Of course you would think so,” Peter retorted, biting back the grin threatening to spread over his face. Irritating Claude was quickly becoming his favorite activity. “Seriously, though. Take a shower.”
“Fine.” Claude rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. While he was in there Peter got out some blankets the older man could use. He also decided to make tea in case Claude wanted it.
Several minutes later the bathroom door opened. Steam billowed out and Claude followed after. He was still wearing the same grungy clothes but he looked cleaner. Peter stepped forward and leaned in to take an experimental sniff. He was pleased to note that Claude used his favorite body wash. The man smelled amazing.
“Okay, you pass.” He pulled back, smiling. “Next I’m washing your clothes.”
“For god’s sake,” Claude groaned out, rolling his eyes. “I can take care of myself.”
“Stop being so stubborn,” Peter scolded him playfully. They were still very close. Peter tilted his head a little and pressed his lips up against the older man’s. Claude’s beard didn’t feel so scratchy straight from the shower and soon Peter was parting his lips and pressing his body flush against the other man.
“Brat,” Claude growled out. But his arm was wrapping around Peter’s waist so the empath knew he wasn’t really angry. This was just their way.
Peter started peeling off the layers of Claude’s outfit. It seemed like a shame for Claude to be wearing dirty clothes in a clean body. Claude allowed it without much protest. But of course that could’ve been because he was trying to rid Peter of his clothes as well. They were landing in piles on the floor and as skin was revealed Peter ran his fingers over it. He nuzzled his nose up against Claude’s shoulder and inhaled deeply.
“Mmm,” he sighed. “You smell good.”
“You didn’t seem to mind my smell before,” Claude observed wryly. His rough hands ran down Peter’s bare back, making the empath shiver and arch at his touch.
“But now I won’t have to hold my breath,” Peter retorted. That earned him a nasty glare and a rough grab of his ass. Peter just smiled playfully and grabbed Claude’s in return, using the leverage to pull their bodies close.
“You’re a real pain, ya know that?” Claude grunted. Their dormant cocks brushed up against each other and Peter gave a little jerk, sucking in a sharp breath.
“So you tell me,” Peter replied. The couch was closest so he pulled Claude in that direction. Peter settled down first with Claude coming down on top of him. Peter shifted until the two were fitted more comfortably against each other. “Never stopped you before,” he added, pressing lube into Claude’s hand.
“Cocky little bastard,” Claude growled. Peter chuckled in response, shifting his legs apart to allow Claude’s slicked fingers inside him. Peter hungrily kept the man’s mouth busy with kisses so they wouldn’t have a chance to snark at each other while Claude’s fingers were busy.
Peter’s lips parted and a groan escaped him as Claude took advantage and slid his tongue inside. Peter groaned even louder and tried to get his legs farther apart. The couch was hard to maneuver on. One finger became two, then three, stretching Peter while Claude’s tongue moved in a rhythm of what was to come.
“Fuck,” Peter groaned. His hand dropped over the edge of the couch fumbling blindly for a condom. His fingers brushed against the box and he broke the kiss long enough to press it into Claude’s hand. “Safety first,” he murmured. Then couldn’t help adding: “Who knows where you’ve been, you perverted old man.”
“Perverted?” Claude echoed with a snort. He took out a condom, rolling it on his hardening erection. “You’re the one shagging this smelly old hobo. Maybe you’re the perverted one, eh?”
“Maybe,” Peter agreed. He grabbed Claude and kissed him hard to muffle his groan as the man began to push inside his tight entrance.
Peter dug his fingernails into Claude’s shoulders and rocked back against the older man as he set up his rhythm. Claude kissed the empath’s cheek and throat, his beard tickling Peter’s skin. One hand left Claude’s shoulder to thread through his hair and push him demandingly down on Peter’s sensitive neck. Claude grazed his teeth over the area, getting loud appreciative moans for his efforts.
With their mouths occupied with seeking skin and their lungs needing all the breath they could get, neither man spoke much as they rocked together. But there was plenty of biting and scratching, and Claude pushed Peter down into the couch hard. When they got close Peter stopped the kisses. He came first but then he got to hear Claude orgasm and with that came a moan of Peter’s name.
“I heard that,” Peter said smugly. “You said my name.” Claude shot him an annoyed look and shifted so he wasn’t directly on top of Peter anymore.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” Claude grumbled. “You know that?”
“So are you,” Peter answered back. “But that’s just how we work.” He nestled his head contently under Claude’s chin, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over them. The older man grumbled something but eventually put his arm around Peter. Peter couldn’t help the amused smile that spread on his lips. Despite how grouchy and irritable Claude acted, he was soft on the inside.