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[ He opens his eyes enough to look at Frank from under his lashes, ]

I might need to borrow some clothes...

[ Because he's pretty sure if he's naked when they cuddle... things might go a little too fast. ]

[Those damn eyes and that fucking face. Frank swallows and nods.]

Yeah. Of course.

[One more fond pet to his hair before he pulls back to his dresser for a spare shirt and pants. Peter's young and figuring things out. Sex is grand and all but they're looking at long term. That requires more than just a run in their other skin and a roll in the sheets.]

Here.

[Set before him. He respectfully averts his eyes.]

I'll get us some water.

[So he's not staring and appraising more than he has been.]

[ He ducks his head to try and hide his grin, the blush filling his cheeks again. The thought of doing more with Frank is tempting but he wants it to feel right for both of them. Not just get ahead of himself because he's easily excited.

And Frank deserves more consideration than that. ]

Thank you.

[ He tugs the shirt on as Frank starts to leave and the sweatpants follow. Both are too big on him but they smell like Frank and that makes them perfect. He'll forget himself for a moment and flop back onto the bed, face planting on the blankets and pillows and taking in a big suck of the scent before rolling around on it. ]

[Stepping into the small kitchen area barefoot gives him his own breather. Two cool bottles of water. Just touching them has made him realize how heated he's become. Touch between them has been so so easy. And it all started with a random meeting over pizza. Can life and fate really be that giving after so much?

Okay, Castle. Slow your roll. Peter is here and he is happy. There is a connection here. That doesn't mean they just jump right on into it. Bottles in hand, he passes through back to the bedroom.]

Comfortable?

[ Immediately, Peter stops in his rolling, pretending to his stretch out while an embarrassed laugh bubbles out, ]

Yeah! It's a--it's a really nice bed.

[Frank chuckles and steps to put the water on the nightstand.]

Don't stop on my behalf. It really is terrific. I usually don't get too picky or wild about beds. This one was a hell of a find.

[It hardly dips as he sits down.]

[ Peter laughs a little more easily, rolling onto his side, facing Frank. ]

I didn't mean to... start doing that. But it smells nice and feels nice and...

[ And his face feels hot again. ]

Thank you again for the clothes.

Helps that you look pretty good there too.

[And he'll even try and shrug that off as nothing. Frank hands him water.]

No problem. Your clothes are at home or...out there somewhere?

[ Peter's face only gets hotter at that and he takes the water readily, propping himself up on an elbow to start taking sips from the bottle.

After a few swallows, he nods, ]

Yeah. Seemed smarter to do that.

[ And he's glad he did after all that ended up happening. ]

Did you recognize any of those wolves?

[And you know what? The smell of Peter's skin is going to be intimately woven into the bedding for some time. Frank smirks to himself at that.]

Good call.

[His expression darkens at the question.]

No... I smelled a few tracks that were familiar these days. Usually much farther from here. They didn't seem friendly to me.

[ He gives an amused if tired huff, ]

You can say that again.

[ He takes another drink and licks his lips, ]

I've never seen wolves get that aggressive with strangers. I mean, we weren't in their territory or anything...

[ The park doesn't belong to anyone as far as he knows. ]

Looks to me like they were scouting. For what? Who can say.

[Frank scratches his chin thoughtfully.]

As hostile as they were, they didn't engage. Pretty suspicious. If you're going to go and be rude to strangers, might as well go all the way.

[But they didn't. They were playing it safe.]

[ Peter thinks on that for a moment before pointing out, ]

They were going to. Someone else stopped them. Remember? That other howl?

[Frank's brow furrows and he slowly nods.]

Either was a reminder of the rules or the one calling the shots.

[Sure as shit doesn't bode well either way.]

I don't think they're dumb enough to follow us.

[ Peter's silent for a moment before asking, his expression growing more concerned, ]

You... weren't really going to fight them, were you?

I was ready for em.

[That's a yes, Peter. Frank takes another sip of water.]

Sure as hell not going to let some stranger come in and try to dictate what's what. More than that... not going to have them start with you.

[ Peter frowns more at that, pushing himself up to sit up better. ]

I don't want you getting hurt over me, Frank.

[ Which is exactly why he tried to steer Frank back towards the front of the park when he saw the chance. ]

[Eyebrows lift but he stays where he is.]

If I'm gonna get hurt, I want it to be doing what I think is right. And I think standing up for us is worth it. What if there were normal people in the park?

[An all out fucking problem.]

I know you'd have my back.

Of course, I would.

[ There was no question in that. He didn't particularly like fighting but he liked people being in danger - especially people he cared about - far less. ]

But I still don't need you getting hurt if you don't have to, okay?

[ Yes he has more of a pack now with Tony and the others than he did before but even so. He doesn't want to lose anyone else important to him. He's already had enough of that in his life and he thinks Frank could understand that sentiment. ]

Please?

[Echoing through the years and through his mind he can almost hear the same words coming from another mouth and another heart. That is what makes it so difficult to try and shake off. Frank has a ghost of a smile. He reaches out to pat Peter's leg.]

...okay.

[Since he was asked specifically. That's not a request for him to stop killing, to stop being himself.]

[ Peter smiles back before he's scooting closer and wrapping an arm around Frank's neck to pull him into a hug. He knows he can't stop Frank from... the other things he does. He's had a while to come to terms with that. But if they were going to be mates, he doesn't want the other man to be throwing himself into dangerous situations not caring about his well being.

He wants better from his future mate than that. ]

[The motion is so fucking natural. And Frank doesn't fight it because when he holds onto Peter right back a sense of rightness falls over him. He knew he was attracted to Peter. All the brashness, smart-mouth and braininess at a distance. Knowing that he cares for other people also has made it be natural.]

Guess I don't need to ask the same of you. One of us has a sense of self-perservation.

[ His cheek is pressed to Frank's shoulder but Peter doesn't hesitate, ]

If you were in trouble, I would do anything to keep you safe. I couldn't forgive myself for doing anything less.

[And it's no bullshit. Though these are things that anyone would say to try to get a sense of confidence in Frank. He studies Peter's expression. The honesty in his eyes that has really never wavered, the set of his mouth.]

You know that goes both ways, Parker. So don't you dare think for a second that that's a green light to go and act reckless. I couldn't stand to lose you.

[ Peter gives a relieved if sad smile, ]

I know.

[ Slowly, his other hand moves up to Frank's face, fingers tracing lightly along the line of his jaw. ]

I feel the same way about you.

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