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spongetastic) wrote2010-02-08 10:23 am
spongetastic) wrote2010-02-08 10:23 am
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Playful!Peter
Just as he thought, Peter found Claude on the roof with his pigeons. When he wasn’t beating Peter to a pulp or hanging around the empath’s apartment, he was up here. Claude kept saying these pigeons weren’t his pets but Peter knew better. No one wasted so much time and energy on an animal unless they really cared.
“Hey, grumpy,” Peter greeted the older man, latching his fingers into Claude’s coat to get the man’s attention.
“’Lo,” Claude grunted in reply.
“What are their names?” Peter asked. He was now running his hands over the man’s back gently.
“Don’t have names.” Claude’s voice was starting to sound a little less gruff. Peter continued rubbing, kneading Claude’s back muscles as much as he could under his coat. “They’re not mine,” Claude reminded the younger man.
“Mmmm, sure.” Peter’s hands were now on Claude’s hips. “Then can I keep them?”
“Ya don’t keep pigeons,” Claude scolded him. His voice was much softer, no doubt due to Peter’s hand running down his thigh. “Why would ya want one anyway?”
“When couples get serious they get a pet,” Peter explained with a shrug.
“Ehh?” That caught Claude’s attention enough to make him turn around.
“But we both know I can’t be serious,” Peter added as he leaned in for a kiss. Claude grumbled something but Peter was too busy kissing him, and eventually the older man stopped talking.
“Hey, grumpy,” Peter greeted the older man, latching his fingers into Claude’s coat to get the man’s attention.
“’Lo,” Claude grunted in reply.
“What are their names?” Peter asked. He was now running his hands over the man’s back gently.
“Don’t have names.” Claude’s voice was starting to sound a little less gruff. Peter continued rubbing, kneading Claude’s back muscles as much as he could under his coat. “They’re not mine,” Claude reminded the younger man.
“Mmmm, sure.” Peter’s hands were now on Claude’s hips. “Then can I keep them?”
“Ya don’t keep pigeons,” Claude scolded him. His voice was much softer, no doubt due to Peter’s hand running down his thigh. “Why would ya want one anyway?”
“When couples get serious they get a pet,” Peter explained with a shrug.
“Ehh?” That caught Claude’s attention enough to make him turn around.
“But we both know I can’t be serious,” Peter added as he leaned in for a kiss. Claude grumbled something but Peter was too busy kissing him, and eventually the older man stopped talking.