webshooter | ( open rp )

[Noooo. That is what they should do though. Frank stays mostly horizontal, propping his head up on one elbow to look at Peter as he goes.]

Still bright out.

[For now, Frank. He sighs and even though Peter is too far from his touch his eyes travel up his body.]

...I can get you back without any trouble. D'you wanna go now?

[ Peter takes another bite and nods to Frank's erection (is he really that hard again?). ]

Do you think you can?

[See, any other time he'd feel...ashamed. Debauched. Frank chuckles and looks away from Peter but...smooths a hand down his belly.]

I'd find a way if you want to head out. Gotta think of things that aren't you.

[ Peter laughs once his mouth is empty and lifts his foot enough to nudge Frank's thigh with his toes. ]

Go take a cold shower.

With the state of the art plumbing I got here, all showers are cold showers.

[Two hands come into play. One at Peter's foot to grip and the other rubbing downat his hardness. It's really the prodding foot that gets more work. Something like a massage.]

[ Peter giggles again when his foot is caught but easily enough balances on one foot while shoving the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. Around that mouthful, one cheek puffed out, ]

Not a good selling point, ya know.

[ And that's when Frank gets to see the Queens side of him in that statement. ]

Showering together would help, I think.

[Scrappy looks good on Peter, really. He lightly shakes his head and keeps the foot in his possession. The other doesn't keep at it. They really should get going. Sigh.]

[ He wags a finger at Frank, ]

I know what you're after.

[ It's a little obvious, sir. ]

[Eyelashes bat at Peter as he slips both hands to hold his foot to massage.]

What exactly am I after?

[ Peter almost laughs again but swallows his mouthful finally before grinning, still balancing on one foot, ]

My butt.

[That's what you call talent. If he's trying to not be appealing he will have to try harder.]

Well... it is appealing. I like the whole dish.

[ He flexes his toes while his foot is still in Frank's hands, his arms folding on top of his head, ]

Go take your showerrrr. And give back my foot.

[ Because left like this, Peter might actually wear down. ]

[Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Frank shifts in the bed and leans in to kiss the top of Peter's foot before letting go.]

How'd you get to be so responsible?

[ He ducks his head at that, cheeks getting warm at the kiss but takes his foot back so he can go about collecting his clothes. He shrugs a shoulder, ]

It's just me and my aunt. No siblings or anything. So I just... gotta be, you know?

[ As much as he would love to stay with Frank right now, he can't do that to his aunt. ]

[Moving to stand Frank now takes a full body stretch, arms reaching to the ceiling with a full yawn.]

You're a good egg, Parker.

[He ruffles his hair and that's the last contact he promises himself before he goes on into the tiniest of bathrooms to shower.]

[ Peter tries not to stare when Frank stretches like that, feeling a hot flush rush through his body again. He's glad he's got his underwear on, at least. The hair ruffling gets a huff but he's laughing, ]

Yeah, well, so are you!

Not near so much. If I was as good as you I wouldn't be trying to find a way to get you back into my bed.

[Though if he were truly rotten then they'd still be there, right? Frank shuts the door and the water noisily spurts through the pipes. Icy spray does cool his skin and make him feel less antsy. And there is an ache setting in that he wasn't aware of before that it soothes.]

...you taking one next?

[So as they actually get somewhere. Though he has noticed that Peter is trying to dress. ...does he mean to leave while Frank is occupied?]

Nobody's perfect.

[ He calls back, getting his pants on next. He has no idea where his socks are. But he doesn't plan on leaving without the other man. ]

Nah. I want to be under warm water for that.

[All the little worries and anxieties don't belong with Peter. Just marks and scars from times before over his all too willing, all too open heart. Frank tries to hurry and scrub. Make himself look more presentable in the process. When he emerges he's clean, wet and at least sporting a towel for modesty.]

...you and your aunt live the high life huh?

[ By the time he's out, Peter is nearly fully dressed. Still can't find his socks but got his shoes on anyway. He's buttoning up his shirt as he looks over the bookshelf again. ]

Not really. Just some Irish that want better every generation, I guess. At least that's what my uncle said.

[There's a soft, little smirk on Frank's mouth as he takes in Peter standing clothed in his space. Just as appealing as he was nude. And while he'd love to scoop him up into his arms all over again, he's going to let it slide.]

An apartment in the city and running water sounds pretty well to do to me.

[Then again he's the son of Italian immigrants, farming and doing manual labor.]

Gimme a moment or two and we'll be on our way.

[That moment is just him turning away to towel off before getting dressed.]

[ He grins as he tucks in his shirt, biting his bottom lip as he catches sight of Frank naked again. Keep it together, Parker. ]

I thought you meant one of those fancy townhouses or something.

[ He can't imagine having one of those. Well, he's imagined it but he's pretty sure that will never happen. He waits until Frank is dressed to ask, ]

Did you, uh, wanna come in and meet her?

[ That's not weird to do, right? ]

[While turned away he is not distracted. Nope. Nope. Not going to go back down that road. Underwear then trousers. And then he's buttoning down his shirt. Just as he's found his own pair of socks he stops at the suggestion, eyes widening.]

...You think that she'd mind? I mean... does she know--?

[Frank is fixed to the spot and suddenly becomes conscious of his choice of dress. He hasn't even combed his hair. Are his shoes even polished? Shiiiit.]

[ Peter fiddles with his hands some before shrugging and nodding, ]

We don't really... talk about it all that much but yeah. She knows. Part of why she would be worried if I didn't get back before dark tonight.

[ But he adds in a rush, ]

It's okay if you don't want to go in! You don't have to.

I'd like to meet her. I mean... if I want to come around more. I don't want it to come as a shock or anything.

[And that's when he remembers a comb because he's not gonna look like some dumb grunt any more than necessary. A few strokes and the wet dark curls are flattened and separated to lay in a composed manner.]

Do I look like I'm suited to meet your aunt?

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