webshooter | ( open rp )

[Bright eyes on him makes it a little hard to get going. He's kept Mario waiting long enough. Knowing that Peter will be here when he gets back, that's a priceless feeling. Frank touches over Peter's head when he's finally looking more presentable.]

See you around.

[Which is close to three hours. Enough time for lunch, for explanations and apologies on both sides. And plenty of time for Frank to moon over just how taken he is with the guy. Yeah, he's falling hard and fast. So much so that he gets a pastrami sandwich to go.]

[ There's a muffled "bye" from Peter but he doesn't go anywhere. He stays in the bed for the most part. Eventually, he shoves the covers down and gives himself a slow handjob, daydreaming that Frank is there, watching him. Still very nake, on another man's bed, alone in his apartment. Something about it just turns him on to where he comes again.

He has to go to the bathroom to clean himself off but once he does, he goes back to the bed, curling up for another nap. ]

[Frank isn't sure what he was expecting as he came up the stairs. He knew that Peter said he would stay in bed likely. They had a long night after all. There's a cold sliver of doubt in his chest that maybe, just maybe he changed his mind. It's dashed by the ghost of a kiss on his mouth.

He unlocks the door and steps in. And like a daydream come true, there's Peter sleeping. Frank sets down the brown sack lunch bag and slips off his shoes. He's pulled to the bed like a magnet.]

[ Peter shifts on the bed when the door is opened, rolling onto his back in his sleep, but not waking up just yet. He's still naked under the sheets, the thought of getting dressed not even crossing his mind. Not when he told Frank he'd still be here when he got back. ]

[He keeps his movements slow, lowering himself over Peter. His arms are braced on either side of his shoulders. The first thing that happens is a light, feathery kiss to his nose, his cheek. By the time he reaches his mouth, Frank presses his torso down. The bedsheets and clothes separate them.]

[ Peter smiles in his sleep at the light kisses, only waking when Frank's lips touch his own. He hums softly into the kiss as his eyes slowly open. He smiles up at Frank, ]

Is it really you? Or am I dreaming again?

[Frank pulls back just enough to see and be seen.]

You dream about me already?

[He smiles and nuzzles the other man's face with his nose.]

It's me. You must have been really tired.

[ Peter can feel his cheeks warm again but can't be bothered to feel embarrassed. Not when Frank is nuzzling him and Peter's arms naturally wrap around the other man's neck to keep him there. ]

I guess I do.

[ It's now his turn to press kisses to Frank's face. ]

I was. You wore me out.

[He could get used to this, coming back to the apartment and back into a strong, warm embrace.]

Aw, man. D'you need more recovery time? I got you a sandwich.

[As he's laying on top of him anyways.]

[ Peter almost giggles, ]

You got me a sandwich? Really?

Yeah. Should I not have?

[His eyebrows quirk and his head tilts to the side.]

There aren't that many things to eat here.

No, I just--

[ He can't stop grinning. ]

I didn't expect that.

[ His fingers start sliding into Frank's hair, ]

I didn't expect any of this...

[They're both smiling like fools. There's nothing flimsy or unreal about the way his heart beats. There's no reason in his head to fear or worry when they're in private away from the world.]

I like surprises.

[He leans again in for a brief, little kiss.]

I like you.

[ Peter leans back up for another kiss. ]

I like you, too.

[ Even if they've already said it, Peter likes hearing it and is starting to really enjoy saying it. ]

[He hums happily.]

What's it going to take to keep you here a little longer? I'm... sure you've gotta be somewhere. Just like having you around.

[ Peter can't even begin to process the oy he feels at Frank wanting him to stay. Just wanting him around longer after they just met last night. ]

Well, you got me that sandwich. You wanna share it?

[There's definitely a difference in his expression, a lighter, brighter kind of a inside glow. No one has ever looked at Frank like this. It's hardly been a whole day all together, but he could get used to this.]

You first, you're gonna change your mind sharing. It's the best in town.

[He leans to one side to bring the sack on the bed. Frank's just going to make himself comfortable, laying close by.]

Mario says he's sorry. Really hopes you didn't scare off.

[ Peter scoots over some to allow Frank more room to lay down before he's sitting up properly, the sheet pooled in his lap now. He shrugs after taking the bag with the sandwich, ]

As long as you still wanted me around, I was going to stay. I just... I don't know. I don't know how any of this works.

[ It's not like they can be open about this and Peter lacks more experience than Frank does. ]

[Small bed makes them cozy one way or the other. Frank's eye quirks up. Peter is still naked.]

I do, I really do.

[To put a finer point on it as if it wasn't obvious enough.]

Well, I mean. I like you. You like me... uh... I don't have a pin or a ring or anything but you wanna go steady?

[ Peter is getting the sandwich out of the bag when Frank puts that out there and he stills for a moment, blinking at Frank in surprise. ]

You mean... like, dating? Just me and you?

Yeah.

[Spoken like it ain't no thing except he steals a glance that ruins his tough guy rebuff.]

I mean, if you want. I know it's sudden.

[ It's that little glance that makes Peter smile at Frank. Slowly he nods his head, ]

That would make you... my first boyfriend.

I guess so.

[He clears his throat.]

You'll be my first too. My real first. Not...well, monkey business.

[ Peter moves his leg under the sheet enough to nudge Frank in the chest with the back of his foot. ]

I wouldn't mind more monkey business.

[ But he has the sandwich out and finally takes a bite. Only a few chews and he's giving a soft noise of approval before biting off more. Around his mouthful, ]

That is so good.

...S'long as it's with you.

[That's an important distinction. He reaches for Peter's foot and holds him at the ankle while Frank leans in. Why? He's not sure. Just because. Being in his presence with the remainders of the sensual haze of earlier really does make his mind start wandering.]

Only best for my guy.

[The words are out. Shit. Frank's ears are trying to go red. No apology in sight.]

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