There's something genuine about Nathan's smile, which is nothing but weird. Nathan shrugs and takes a sip of the proffered glass. "Suit yourself."
Peter scowls even as he's crossing to the wet bar himself. "You're an asshole," he spits - *fucking glued to watching them*
His father says vodka is déclassé. His mother says it's better than water. - *snort!*
"Why are you here tonight?" Nathan's voice is right by Peter's ear and his breath ghosts over the side of Peter's face as Peter pours himself a drink. - And then he's licking his fingers? Hot damn, Zahra.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted from me? A mini-you?" Peter's hoping for righteous indignation –- it comes out as more of a pleading query. - Awwww.
They have the same cufflinks ♥
It's on Peter's tongue to say Nathan told him to be this way, but when he looks back, he can't remember the exact conversation that led him to this moment in time. They're just feelings.
Easily led astray feelings. - Peter! He makes me sigh in exasperation and fine! You win. Affection. Siiiigh.
He moves to push his hair out of his face again -- stalling for time -- only to find Nathan's hand on his wrist. - Yep, yep his stupid hair.
Peter's eyebrows knit together in confusion and then he gets it. "You gave them to me," he says pointedly. "Why would I do that?"
Nathan raises an eyebrow. "Why do you do anything?" - *happy heart twinges*
Peter looks down at where Nathan's hand is closed over his wrist. Nathan's thumb is rubbing Peter's palm soothingly and the warmth is spreading everywhere. - 'Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?' JESUS.
"If I ever thought you had a coke habit I'd buy it for you myself –- right before I had you locked down in Betty Ford for the rest of your life." - *BIG HUGE SMILES* Nathan is something else.
"You have all these ideas in your head -- about these things," Nathan's voice is deceptively even. "I don't even know how they got in there. Where do you come up with this stuff?" - You reach inside and pull all the love I have for them to the surface. There's more there than I thought there was.
"Faith," he says quietly. "I have faith."
Nathan has never been a man of faith. He's always been a man of fact. He doesn't seem to believe in much of anything intangible -- except sometimes he looks at Peter and Peter thinks that maybe that's not completely true. - That whole thing. Just. Yeah.
He almost misses it when Nathan's mouth brushes against his temple. "You look good," Nathan says quietly, his lips forming the words against Peter's skin. "But it's not you." - Yum with extra yum on top.
"Just be yourself, Pete. I'll take care of the rest." - Perfect! Bravo, darling.
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Peter scowls even as he's crossing to the wet bar himself. "You're an asshole," he spits - *fucking glued to watching them*
His father says vodka is déclassé. His mother says it's better than water. - *snort!*
"Why are you here tonight?" Nathan's voice is right by Peter's ear and his breath ghosts over the side of Peter's face as Peter pours himself a drink. - And then he's licking his fingers? Hot damn, Zahra.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted from me? A mini-you?" Peter's hoping for righteous indignation –- it comes out as more of a pleading query. - Awwww.
They have the same cufflinks ♥
It's on Peter's tongue to say Nathan told him to be this way, but when he looks back, he can't remember the exact conversation that led him to this moment in time. They're just feelings.
Easily led astray feelings. - Peter! He makes me sigh in exasperation and fine! You win. Affection. Siiiigh.
He moves to push his hair out of his face again -- stalling for time -- only to find Nathan's hand on his wrist. - Yep, yep his stupid hair.
Peter's eyebrows knit together in confusion and then he gets it. "You gave them to me," he says pointedly. "Why would I do that?"
Nathan raises an eyebrow. "Why do you do anything?" - *happy heart twinges*
Peter looks down at where Nathan's hand is closed over his wrist. Nathan's thumb is rubbing Peter's palm soothingly and the warmth is spreading everywhere. - 'Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?' JESUS.
"If I ever thought you had a coke habit I'd buy it for you myself –- right before I had you locked down in Betty Ford for the rest of your life." - *BIG HUGE SMILES* Nathan is something else.
"You have all these ideas in your head -- about these things," Nathan's voice is deceptively even. "I don't even know how they got in there. Where do you come up with this stuff?" - You reach inside and pull all the love I have for them to the surface. There's more there than I thought there was.
"Faith," he says quietly. "I have faith."
Nathan has never been a man of faith. He's always been a man of fact. He doesn't seem to believe in much of anything intangible -- except sometimes he looks at Peter and Peter thinks that maybe that's not completely true. - That whole thing. Just. Yeah.
He almost misses it when Nathan's mouth brushes against his temple. "You look good," Nathan says quietly, his lips forming the words against Peter's skin. "But it's not you." - Yum with extra yum on top.
"Just be yourself, Pete. I'll take care of the rest." - Perfect! Bravo, darling.