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spongetastic) wrote2010-07-11 05:51 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-07-11 05:51 pm
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Etc: It's You
No, believe me, it's you.
The room was dark but it was enough for him to make out Topher’s face. The tousled hair that dropped in the man’s eyes, the nervous smile playing on his lips… Peter took in every inch. Of course all his staring only made the nervous smile grow.
“Peter, shouldn’t you… be with the others?”
“Not at all.” Peter pushed Topher’s hair out of the man’s face and watched the blonde’s Adam’s apple bob nervously. “I’m right where I want to be.”
“Peter…” Topher found his words swallowed up by Peter’s kiss.
It was a gesture that was on Peter’s mind from the moment he was put back in his own body. He started slow, feeling his way over the other man’s mouth. Peter felt Topher’s fingers brush his cheek, his answering kisses uncertain. But then Topher grew bolder and his fingers pushed their way into Peter’s hair. The touch shot an excited thrill straight through Peter’s spine.
The last time they were together like this Peter took them to his apartment. But they couldn’t leave the Dollhouse now without rousing suspicion. Besides, Peter didn’t care who saw them together. He wanted to be with Topher while they still had the chance.
“Sweater vest,” Peter complained as he tugged on it. “Why must you torture me?”
“Sorry,” Topher muttered, though now his smile looked much less nervous. Peter was pleased to find a button-down shirt under the sweater vest. He undid the buttons one at a time, kissing the revealed skin as he went.
Much later they were laying together under a blanket with Topher curled up next to Peter. Slowly Peter combed his fingers through the man’s hair.
“What?” Topher asked, and Peter realized he was staring again.
“Nothing. Sorry, I just… I can’t take my eyes off you.” He grinned seeing the blush that comment caused. “And you?” Peter wondered. “Do you…” He was almost afraid to ask. Peter knew that Topher liked Kilo.
“It’s you,” Topher answered instantly; his thoughts proved he wasn’t lying. “Believe me, it’s you.”
----
When he came home that day he found the floor littered with drawings. Otherwise the apartment appeared empty. Walking farther inside revealed crayons smashed to pieces, their waxy remains ground into the floor. Peter took up a broom to sweep the crayons up. A colorful smudge remained despite his efforts and he decided to not try washing it out.
Next he started gathering the pictures. Peter was relieved to see that none of them were torn up. He started putting them back up on the walls more or less where they started. Once that was done he poked his head in the bathroom and wasn’t surprised at all to find Topher there curled up in the tub.
“Were those the wrong crayons?” Peter asked him quietly. Topher stirred at his voice. He tentatively poked his head over the rim of the tub.
“Wrong. It’s all wrong. Think a thought and it goes bad.”
“Is that why you tore down the pictures? You were afraid they would become bad thoughts?”
“They all become bad,” Topher muttered.
“Maybe they won’t,” Peter suggested gently. “I put them back up just in case.”
“Before,” Topher sighed. “Before was nice. Bright and happy and all fitting together.” He paused, shrinking down into the tub a little. “It’s the before you like.”
“No.” Peter leaned forward to kiss Topher on the forehead, then very softly on the lips. “Believe me, it’s you.”
The room was dark but it was enough for him to make out Topher’s face. The tousled hair that dropped in the man’s eyes, the nervous smile playing on his lips… Peter took in every inch. Of course all his staring only made the nervous smile grow.
“Peter, shouldn’t you… be with the others?”
“Not at all.” Peter pushed Topher’s hair out of the man’s face and watched the blonde’s Adam’s apple bob nervously. “I’m right where I want to be.”
“Peter…” Topher found his words swallowed up by Peter’s kiss.
It was a gesture that was on Peter’s mind from the moment he was put back in his own body. He started slow, feeling his way over the other man’s mouth. Peter felt Topher’s fingers brush his cheek, his answering kisses uncertain. But then Topher grew bolder and his fingers pushed their way into Peter’s hair. The touch shot an excited thrill straight through Peter’s spine.
The last time they were together like this Peter took them to his apartment. But they couldn’t leave the Dollhouse now without rousing suspicion. Besides, Peter didn’t care who saw them together. He wanted to be with Topher while they still had the chance.
“Sweater vest,” Peter complained as he tugged on it. “Why must you torture me?”
“Sorry,” Topher muttered, though now his smile looked much less nervous. Peter was pleased to find a button-down shirt under the sweater vest. He undid the buttons one at a time, kissing the revealed skin as he went.
Much later they were laying together under a blanket with Topher curled up next to Peter. Slowly Peter combed his fingers through the man’s hair.
“What?” Topher asked, and Peter realized he was staring again.
“Nothing. Sorry, I just… I can’t take my eyes off you.” He grinned seeing the blush that comment caused. “And you?” Peter wondered. “Do you…” He was almost afraid to ask. Peter knew that Topher liked Kilo.
“It’s you,” Topher answered instantly; his thoughts proved he wasn’t lying. “Believe me, it’s you.”
----
When he came home that day he found the floor littered with drawings. Otherwise the apartment appeared empty. Walking farther inside revealed crayons smashed to pieces, their waxy remains ground into the floor. Peter took up a broom to sweep the crayons up. A colorful smudge remained despite his efforts and he decided to not try washing it out.
Next he started gathering the pictures. Peter was relieved to see that none of them were torn up. He started putting them back up on the walls more or less where they started. Once that was done he poked his head in the bathroom and wasn’t surprised at all to find Topher there curled up in the tub.
“Were those the wrong crayons?” Peter asked him quietly. Topher stirred at his voice. He tentatively poked his head over the rim of the tub.
“Wrong. It’s all wrong. Think a thought and it goes bad.”
“Is that why you tore down the pictures? You were afraid they would become bad thoughts?”
“They all become bad,” Topher muttered.
“Maybe they won’t,” Peter suggested gently. “I put them back up just in case.”
“Before,” Topher sighed. “Before was nice. Bright and happy and all fitting together.” He paused, shrinking down into the tub a little. “It’s the before you like.”
“No.” Peter leaned forward to kiss Topher on the forehead, then very softly on the lips. “Believe me, it’s you.”