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what it says on the tin ▲ meme continuations ▲ leave me shit

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[ If Frank can't recall the time, Peter can't even recall where he is, what day it is. All of that is gone and there's nothing but Frank's mouth around him, proving his mouth is better than Peter's hand ever was.

He gasps and pants, almost whimpering as he can himself already getting close. It's all so intense, all-consuming. How could people joke about something like this? ]

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[It's more than a lewd act. And it is most certainly a lewd act, no question. Frank goes at it with the consideration and tenderness of a kiss. Working his head and neck, making love to Peter's body. The knowledge that while the world doesn't approve of their attraction, it isn't something that would be denied because of shame.

Heavy treading feet are ascending the stairs, stopping at the apartment door.]

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[ The hand in Frank's hair stay where it is, gripping the black waves, Peter's other hand that had been gripping at the sheets moving down to a shoulder, then to one of the hands holding down his hips, gripping the wrist. His hips try to arch up but fail against his grip.

It only makes him moan more, feeling himself leak into Frank's mouth. ]

Frank, please.

[ God, he doesn't want to come so soon... ]

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[A thick, muffled moan slips out. It's good and his eyes drift up, taking in the trembling sight of his torso and chest completely awash with emotion and sensation. God he's amazing and good looking. His hand moves to grip onto Peter's hand and he realizes this will be better if Peter can move. Oh.

Ohhhh. Okay. That will work. No longer is he anchoring the poor man down.

There's a knock. It might as well be three streets over. Frank can't hear.]

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[ It seems like that's all that's really needed; Peter rolls his hips up once, twice. Three times into that wet heat and there's a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he comes, not even able to warn Frank he was going to.

After last night, he's not shy about allowing his body to move under Frank, giving himself over to the absolute pleasure of his orgasm. A genuine one only mere hours after the other one he has experienced with the other man. ]

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[This is very different. Frank makes a small, almost whine. No pain, just an indescribable feeling of being able to give so much. It compliments the sound that Peter makes. The full and fast salty taste of his cum shoots down his throat. He keeps swallowing. It's a gurgled noise and messy.

The knocking has gone on a few moments. It stops and Mario remembers he has a key. Surely everything is fine. Maybe Frank drank too much. I twas a big night for him after all. It isn't like him to not show up.]

Heyyyy, Franky? You in?

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[ Peter is slowly coming back down from his climax, the hand in Frank's hair now loose and rubbing at the scalp, harsh panting slowly calming down, down. And then he hears a voice that is most definitely not Frank.

His eyes snap open and before he can stop himself, looks over by the door and sees the man from last night. Frank's friend. ]

Oh my god.

[ It's a mortified gasp and Peter's hands are coming up to cover his face as the heat turns his skin red as can be. ]

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[Now he's the one that's moaning now that he has full use of his mouth. Feels good to be petted on like an overgrown dog. Except.

Whoooooooops. He sits up and has the covers over him for the most part. Uh. Mario has seen his ass before. No big thing. Except uh. Wow.]

Shit.

[Mario stumbles back against the door and coughs.]

Wow! Sorry! Sorry!

[He turns away immediately and Frank wrestles out of the blankets and looks wide eyed to Peter.]

....you remember Mario from last night.

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[ As soon as Frank is off of him, Peter is rolling over onto his side, blindly pulling at the pillow, sheets, covers, whatever he can to cover himself up while he keeps his back to Mario. This guy he just met yesterday has now seen him in the throws of ecstasy along with his ass. This is pretty damn humiliating.

All he can do is groan and mumble how he can't believe this is happening. ]

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We're safe. You're safe. It's fine.

[Maybe if Frank could say it a little louder. The panic is dying down and the mortification is swelling large in his chest like a balloon. He lets Peter curl up and try to hide while he pulls on underwear.]

Mario, I'm sorry. I--I lost track of time.

[Mario is still facing the door because leaving would be rude. It's already rude to be here.]

Don't worry about it, Franky. Uh. Sorry Peter. I didn't mean nothing by it. I kinda thought you'd have been on your way for the day.

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[ Peter, now sufficiently hid under the blankets on the bed, just gives a kind of distressed noise. It's all he can manage. He can't believe this is happening. The only way this could be worse is if Mario wasn't okay with this kind of thing.

Doesn't lessen the humiliation he's feeling, however. ]

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[Now that he is sort of clothed, Frank is on his feet. He gives a pat at the lump under the blankets that his date has become.]

...Can you uh... gimme an hour? Lunch will be on me.

[That was the plan originally but bumping it back some, that should be acceptable. Maybe. Oh but then would Peter think he's running?]

Franky, is Peter coming too? He can.

[Frank gives his dear friend a glare, not sure whether or not he loves him like a brother or hates him for bringing reality into the apartment so damn fast.]

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[ Muffled from under the covers, ]

No, thank you.

[ He's not hungry and he's certainly not ready to even look in Mario's general direction after all this. He shifts and presses his face into the mattress, trying to will himself into fusing with it, anything to escape this situation. ]

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I'm....gonna take a smoke outside. You both take your time, yeah?

[Good ol' Mario. Trying to do what's right. Frank grumbles and looks from his friend's back to the lump he was making love to.]

Thanks. I'll be seeing you soon.

[And with that, that's one Italian at the door.]

You can come out now, Peter. We're alone again.

[The morning light is less rosy and more garish feeling. Frank stands with his arms crossed. The erection he had is long gone. Is the spell broken? Is this the part where things stop being wonderful?]

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[ Voice even more muffled now with his face pressed into the mattress. ]

No, I'm fine. I'll just--stay here. For the rest of my life.

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[Frank sighs heavily and crouches at the bedside.]

I know you don't mean you wanna move in so soon. ...It's a nice idea.

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[ Peter is grateful for the blankets even more in that moment, the idea of moving in with Frank making him blush for a whole new reason and then his stomach turns. He moves his head to look at the inside of the comforted in Frank's general direction. ]

I... don't think I could do that even if I wanted to.

[ Wouldn't it be too suspicious? Too dangerous? One room, one bed. People would catch on quick. ]

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[They have only just met after all. And for all points and purposes thus far it's a fling. Propriety is not something on Frank's mind. It should be. All this time he's been alone in the city, waiting and longing. Peter is a light in the gloom.]

...right.

[He clears his throat and reaches out to slowly lift the comforter.]

Y'don't have to go anywhere for now. I mean. If you want to stay. I'm going out with Mario awhile. I was hoping to walk you home.

[That's what gentlemen do.]

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[ As much as Peter could privately wish this could be more than just a fling, he tells himself he's made peace with the idea since last night. That this is only a one-time thing and that he would go on his way come morning.

It would be unreasonable to expect anything more.

Which is why he laughs slightly at the notion of Frank walking him home. Not meanly, more surprised. ]

Walk me home? You don't have to do that...

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I'd like to. If you'd let me.

[Which could very well be a no. The comforter aside, he can see Peter's face. Mussed hair and those same eyes that got him like a well aimed dart.]

Listen. [He sucks in a breath, eyes looking away to the window and the morning. The whole city outside and then the interior of this tiny apartment before drifting back to the other man's features.] I really, really like you.

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[ Peter feels himself smile more at the idea. It's... sweet. Unexpected. Very gallant in a time when most guys just brush him off or literally push him out of the way.

Yet he finds himself holding his breath, waiting for Frank to finish his statement, waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to tell Peter this was it. To just act like he didn't know him if he saw him again on the street. So, when he hears pretty much the opposite, his breathes out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

His own admission almost stumbles out too fast: ]

Me too. I mean, you. I like you.

A lot.

[ Calm down, Parker. ]

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[The air seems thinner, and the space seems smaller. There's no one else here in the room, in the world. Frank slowly smiles. No other words attached to Peter's confession. No further conditions.]

Maybe we could meet up again...? Sometime soon?

[The details they'll have to work out. The sentiment, to hear someone else say not only that they like him but want to see him again.]

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[ Peter only grins more before he's finally moving from pressing himself flat against the mattress, scooting over and then pushing himself up on his knees enough to sling an arm around Frank's neck. And pulls him into a kiss.

That's a yes. Very much yes. ]

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[His surprise doesn't stop him from responding for long. Frank's arms come around to hold Peter's torso just in case he loses balance. There's the same amount of enthusiasm.]

If you...uh... if you wait here, I'll take you home. So then I'll know where to find you.

[Where he can try and just casually pass, lie about being in the neighborhood. In a simple age where places might be faster and more accessible than phones. Frank doesn't have a phone. But there is one in the lobby of his apartment.]

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[ His nose brushes against Frank's, ]

You don't mind me sleeping in your bed when you're not here?

[ Because if he's going to wait, he's definitely going to fall asleep. ]