webshooter | ( open rp )

[Holy shit is he nimble. Their eyes meet and Frank can't look away. If he didn't have to blink he'd keep on staring into his handsome face. Kissing and panting into one another's mouths is the only other activity as he builds himself to a frantic pace.]

You and me, baby.

[A couple of sweethearts in a world that would never accept them that way. Frank is so caught up, so utterly happy. His movements are nothing more than a shiver as he spills up against Peter's ass.]

[ Peter kisses him again, pressing their foreheads together as he rides out Frank's thrusts. He sprinkles kisses on the other man's face once he feels the other's seed spray onto his rear and lower back. ]

You and me.

[ He repeats it softly, grinning wide and bright, still cupping Frank's face with his hands. ]

[The motion slows and he's breathing so heavily. Frank's gaze is hazy and utterly love struck as he looks at Peter. Those staggered kisses peppering his skin are just what he needed. Coming to stillness his hands and arms are sticky but hold him close.]

When--when can I see you again, Peter?

[ His forehead pressed to Frank's, his hands smooth down the other man's neck and chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing under his hands. He presses a kiss to Frank's nose, ]

Not tomorrow. Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday. I'll be working all day Monday and Aunt May won't be letting me out of her sigh tomorrow.

[ Not after he stayed out all night. At least it was Saturday? ]

[It's one thing to build the heat and passion together, to cool down under those same hands. Frank is falling deeper and deeper like quicksand.]

Let's try Tuesday.

[Because he really cannot imagine going so long without even seeing Peter. Frank's hand smooths up his back. He scoots down, down, bringing himself to lay back against the pillows again. Dark eyes are fixed on the young face before him, starry.]

In the evening?

[ Peter grins as they slide down together, his hands continuing to rub up and down Frank's chest, his neck, even when he's halfway laying on top of him. ]

Yeah. Because you work during the day, too, right?

[It's like they're melting together.]

I do. From early in the day until about four or five.

[Manual labor for a grunt like Castle. Frank cranes his neck to kiss the corner of Peter's mouth.]

Maybe take a walk or something?

[Something a little more sedate?]

[ It feels like they have melted together and Peter doesn't want to get up or move. He nuzzles Frank's face, still grinning and kissing his nose again just because he can. ]

Yeah. We can do that. The library closes at seven. I might be able to get off early...

[Nuzzling and kissing ahh. It's bliss. Real and honest bliss.]

I'd wait for you, baby. You gotta make your money.

[The sweat is cooling. It really does feel like they're melting together. Frank couldn't imagine a better way to spend a Sunday.]

[ Peter gives Frank another kiss to the lips before he's scooting down some more to tuck his head under Frank's jaw, using his collarbone as a pillow. ]

It's a really nice place. You can relax after working all day, find a book or two to read...

[Both arms are free to come around him and hold him there. The tiny room never looked as good as it does right now. Frank sighs deeply.]

...maybe you can find me a book to read.

[Or maybe he'll have to come around and ask a handsome young librarian to help him find the right selection.]

[ He grins again, his hand coming up to trace his fingers along Frank's neck, ]

Maybe I can...

[Hazy eyed and smiling he tilts into that touch.]

I'd happily just look around and wait. I don't think I've been to the library yet.

[Now he has a reason! Frank licks his lips.]

What else do you do, Peter? Just work and be startlingly handsome?

[ Peter laughs at that, continuing to trace his fingers up and down Frank's jaw, ]

I'm not that handsome.

But yeah, I work. Sometimes take pictures, go for walks, climb up random fire escapes... Sometimes sneak into lectures if I can. Don't really have the time for classes if I want to keep my job but sometimes I miss being in the classroom.

Yeah? Well I think so.

[Spoken in a tone that will refuse any facts or notions otherwise.]

Stick with me and I'll work enough so that you won't have to miss out. I dunno how we'd make it work but that's not fucking fair. You got a passion.

[ Peter shifts enough to look up at Frank, ]

We just met last night and you're already talking about supporting me?

[ Is this guy for real right not? He feels like if he were a girl, Frank would've already proposed to him by now. ]

Which is why I say stick with me. We'll figure something. I just... [Frank sucks in a breath and his arms hold him just a little tighter.] I really like you. And that's never happened right back.

[He was just someone's chance to experiment. Or get off because he's eager and naive looking for a spark somewhere close to the flame he has.]

Not with someone like you.

[ Peter nuzzles his face into Frank's neck, ]

I'm no one special.

But I like working at the library. I get to be surrounded by books all day.

[The huff outward sigh is half amused. Maybe a little pitying that Peter is so oblivious of his own worth.]

You are special to me.

[And perhaps they should leave it at that comfortable ground.]

A kingdom of books. That does sound like a great place.

[Frank's eyes wander about the room. The lazy ours of morning and noon have bled into the afternoon.]

Kiss me?

[ And it's comments like that that have Peter thinking Frank is far sweeter than anyone would think him of being. It goes a long way to making him feel wanted. Even adored.

He kisses Frank's neck and then leans up to press a proper kiss to the other man's lips again. ]

[Hard body and a soft heart is not at all what any would expect of him. And Frank has not been so careful with his heart or feelings. Part of why Mario had been so insistent for him to get out in the world. To try and learn lessons that one needs to learn about the world and love. Anything positive would be a door prize.

Frank sighs and frames Peter's face between his hands. The kiss is slow, melting and heartfelt.]

....what time do you need to be home by?

[ Peter hums into the kiss, picking up the feeling behind it and it just makes him fall faster. This guy really is too much -- but only because Peter is terrified this is a dream (or he'll change his mind after he leaves).

He rubs his nose with Frank's again, ]

Before it gets dark. I don't want my aunt to call the police, all worried about me.

[ Because he knows she would. ]

[No matter what happens tomorrow or the next day, Frank will have this. That's what he tells himself. The way the light comes in through the windows. The way Peter's hair is mussed and somehow so very handsome. How his skin smells before and after exploring one another's bodies. He grazes his mouth over Peter's, lips parted and tongue darting out but rather than going in inviting him somewhere in the middle.]

[ Peter takes the invitation given and leans in again to kiss the other man, slipping his tongue into Frank's mouth and a hand going to grip the headboard while the other goes into the other man's hair.

He thinks he finally understands that "passion" that's always described in all those romance novels now. ]

[Big hands go on to his trim hips to bring him up closer again.]

I can't get enough of you, Peter.

[And rolling his hips up into him is just another way of saying it. This is more than just a fling, more than just a heated, hurried series of getting off.]

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