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spongetasticThe water turned on, hot and refreshing against his bare skin. Peter let out a sigh of relief, pushing his hair out of his face. He didn’t think he would ever be back here again. But the world outside was getting more dangerous and this had always been a safe place.
“Peter?” He glanced up, smiling at a very familiar face. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I had to take a shower,” Peter explained. “It’s been way too long.” He noticed the other man staring at him and couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on his lips. “Like what you see, Dr. Molloy?”
“Ah…” Desmond flushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, I do.” Peter’s smile grew wider and he turned around so the other man could get a good look at his back. They’d been lovers for years and it was satisfying for him to know that he could still make Des turn red.
“Join me?” Peter asked innocently. Des swallowed visibly, trying not to look too eager as he started stripping down his clothes.
Back when they were both Dolls, it wouldn’t have been unusual for them to take showers together. In fact, Peter saw tapes that proved they did just that. But aside from Kilo occasionally checking out Quebec’s body, nothing unusual ever really happened.
“Hi,” Des greeted him, stepping forward to press a kiss between Peter’s eyebrows. Peter’s eyes slid closed in pleasure. He was slowly getting used to Des’s affectionate attention toward his scar.
“Hi.” Peter slid his hands over Des’s wet skin, running down the other man’s sides to rest at his hips. He pulled Des closer and started kissing his lover’s neck gently.
“Peter,” Des sighed. Peter smiled wider, his tongue moving out to catch water droplets as they ran down his lover’s neck. Meanwhile his hands were going around to massage the man’s ass. Des’s appreciative groan filled the shower room.
Finally Peter’s lips found his lover’s mouth. He pressed against Des’s lips, one hand sliding up into the man’s hair and the other pressing firmly against the man’s back. They didn’t get to have intimate moments often and the passion was quickly sparking between them.
Suddenly the water turned icy cold and Des jerked away with a gasp. Blinking, he glanced from the shower to Peter. “Did you just--?”
“No lubricant,” Peter explained with an apologetic shrug, “and I need it if I’m going to do what I want to you.” Des didn’t miss the lustful tone in his lover’s voice, and he swallowed hard. Ever since Peter got that scar he’d been much more dominating when they made love. Not that Des would complain about that.
“Tease,” Des complained.
“I’ll be back,” Peter promised, shutting the water off completely.
Later Peter was driving into Des’s body with the water cascading down on them. His eyes were fixed intently on Des, watching the man arch under the attention with his legs weakly draped around Peter. They exchanged breathless kisses but very few actual words.
After it was over Peter continued holding Des close. He pushed his lover’s hair back off his forehead and kissed the man gently. It brought him back in time to two men who shared a shower together many times, who could only glance at each other across a seemingly infinite chasm.
“I love you,” Peter whispered. “Always.”
“I love you too,” Des agreed, giving Peter another kiss on his scar. “Always.”
“Peter?” He glanced up, smiling at a very familiar face. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I had to take a shower,” Peter explained. “It’s been way too long.” He noticed the other man staring at him and couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on his lips. “Like what you see, Dr. Molloy?”
“Ah…” Desmond flushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, I do.” Peter’s smile grew wider and he turned around so the other man could get a good look at his back. They’d been lovers for years and it was satisfying for him to know that he could still make Des turn red.
“Join me?” Peter asked innocently. Des swallowed visibly, trying not to look too eager as he started stripping down his clothes.
Back when they were both Dolls, it wouldn’t have been unusual for them to take showers together. In fact, Peter saw tapes that proved they did just that. But aside from Kilo occasionally checking out Quebec’s body, nothing unusual ever really happened.
“Hi,” Des greeted him, stepping forward to press a kiss between Peter’s eyebrows. Peter’s eyes slid closed in pleasure. He was slowly getting used to Des’s affectionate attention toward his scar.
“Hi.” Peter slid his hands over Des’s wet skin, running down the other man’s sides to rest at his hips. He pulled Des closer and started kissing his lover’s neck gently.
“Peter,” Des sighed. Peter smiled wider, his tongue moving out to catch water droplets as they ran down his lover’s neck. Meanwhile his hands were going around to massage the man’s ass. Des’s appreciative groan filled the shower room.
Finally Peter’s lips found his lover’s mouth. He pressed against Des’s lips, one hand sliding up into the man’s hair and the other pressing firmly against the man’s back. They didn’t get to have intimate moments often and the passion was quickly sparking between them.
Suddenly the water turned icy cold and Des jerked away with a gasp. Blinking, he glanced from the shower to Peter. “Did you just--?”
“No lubricant,” Peter explained with an apologetic shrug, “and I need it if I’m going to do what I want to you.” Des didn’t miss the lustful tone in his lover’s voice, and he swallowed hard. Ever since Peter got that scar he’d been much more dominating when they made love. Not that Des would complain about that.
“Tease,” Des complained.
“I’ll be back,” Peter promised, shutting the water off completely.
Later Peter was driving into Des’s body with the water cascading down on them. His eyes were fixed intently on Des, watching the man arch under the attention with his legs weakly draped around Peter. They exchanged breathless kisses but very few actual words.
After it was over Peter continued holding Des close. He pushed his lover’s hair back off his forehead and kissed the man gently. It brought him back in time to two men who shared a shower together many times, who could only glance at each other across a seemingly infinite chasm.
“I love you,” Peter whispered. “Always.”
“I love you too,” Des agreed, giving Peter another kiss on his scar. “Always.”