Deviant!Peter for Claude
Jun. 16th, 2010 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticHe sat perched on the ledge of the Deveaux building. One leg dangled precariously over the side and he swung it back and forth in the air while he waited. At the moment his only company were the pigeons cooing softly in their cages. Peter checked his watch restlessly.
“You waitin’ for somethin’?” Peter turned, smiling when he saw Claude. “What’s with the get-up?” the older man demanded.
“All we do is train,” Peter began as he played with his tie in what he hoped was a seductive way. He approached Claude slowly. He could tell the man was stunned since he let the empath invade his space. “I thought tonight we could do something… fun.”
“Fun?” Claude repeated. Peter was very close now and his nose brushed up against Claude’s cheek. “You drunk?” the man asked him.
“No.” Peter didn’t want to say that he’d been picking up certain thoughts from Claude lately and was trying to encourage them. Or that at this very moment he could feel Claude’s emotions and knew that his method was working.
“You’re just tryin’ to get out of training, aren’t you?” Claude huffed.
“Maybe,” Peter answered, pulling his best innocent puppy face. “Is it working?” Claude let out a snort, crossing his arms grouchily over his chest. Suddenly he grabbed the empath and kissed him full on the mouth.
“Yeah,” Claude grunted. “It’s working.”
“You waitin’ for somethin’?” Peter turned, smiling when he saw Claude. “What’s with the get-up?” the older man demanded.
“All we do is train,” Peter began as he played with his tie in what he hoped was a seductive way. He approached Claude slowly. He could tell the man was stunned since he let the empath invade his space. “I thought tonight we could do something… fun.”
“Fun?” Claude repeated. Peter was very close now and his nose brushed up against Claude’s cheek. “You drunk?” the man asked him.
“No.” Peter didn’t want to say that he’d been picking up certain thoughts from Claude lately and was trying to encourage them. Or that at this very moment he could feel Claude’s emotions and knew that his method was working.
“You’re just tryin’ to get out of training, aren’t you?” Claude huffed.
“Maybe,” Peter answered, pulling his best innocent puppy face. “Is it working?” Claude let out a snort, crossing his arms grouchily over his chest. Suddenly he grabbed the empath and kissed him full on the mouth.
“Yeah,” Claude grunted. “It’s working.”