It's Not A Date...But It Is

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"It's Not A Date...But It Is"
Who: Hesam & Peter


It hadn't been Peter's intention to show off.  He didn't think along those terms, despite being an exceptionally attractive young man who often drew errant glances from more than just the opposite sex.  When he pulled off his shirt in the locker room, he wasn't trying to recreate the poses of fashion models.  Purposefully.  It was just hard not to hold himself with confidence.  He still thought of himself as a hero after all.

Peter didn't notice if Hesam was staring or not.  He was too excited about their 'actual' date which might not even be one.  At least it made him smile.  Peter was not exactly known for smiling lately.  Or for taking time out of his busy New York City patrol schedule to do something human.  Like eat.

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Losing himself in a task, for whatever reason, was not something Peter had indulged in for awhile. When he had been a teenager, Peter was too busy with comic books and an overbearing, overprotective mother and a brother that shadowed over him to live up to.

He hadn't had time for girlfriends until he had left him and then, well his charm had gotten him a bit further than humping.

That wasn't to say that this, right here, was pretty damned awesome! Cause it totally was. The friction was great. Honestly. Peter mumbled something against Hesam's lips that probably was a compliment or a reiteration of how amazing he felt.

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Everything felt good. A little too good.

But he wasn't going to complain about it. Oh hell no. In fact, he was just going to slide his hand under Peter's shirt and hoped he wouldn't mind. Especially when that hand decided to go higher, fingers brushing over a nipple before teasing it with his thumb.

He wanted to do more. Of course, doing more would imply wanting to get naked with Peter and that sort of scared the hell out of him. But Peter was someone he could trust. Well, he hoped so.

Another roll of his hips and then he started to fumble with Peter's pants.

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Right, so, Peter missed the memo on when this his had from kissing to full on making out to...well. What was Hesam doing? "I don't have tits," he murmured, though it was probably lost on the other man with the way Peter's mouth was pressed to his. He hand followed suit, pale fingers eking up over dark, caramel colored abs.

The sudden pressure -- or lack of pressure -- of his jeans being opened caused just a bit of alarm. He looked up questioningly at Hesam. Things had gotten dicey last time.

"Are you for real?" An honest question, surely!

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The first comment made him flush. He didn't know what to do! He'd never been with a guy before, never watched gay porn. He'd just been hoping that what worked for girls, worked for Peter too.

Moving past that only to be hit with another roadblock as Peter stopped him, he pulled back and watched Peter.

"You... want me to stop?"

He'd thought that was the point. Kissing. Humping. Getting off? His heart kicked up a few notches, embarrassment and the following nausea settling on him. Peter didn't want this. Right. Stupid.

"Sorry," he said, dropping his gaze and starting to move off the other.

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Peter moved too quickly. He needed to regulate himself, but emotions were high and he was distracted. One moment he was on the couch. The next he was sitting in Hesam's lap, fly open, straddling him, hands in his hair.

He pressed his forehead to the other man's, moving in close, lean muscle and soft skin begging to be touched again.

"I just need to know if you'll back out," Peter insisted through scarlet lips. "Because... Because I want it. I want this. Don't be weird."

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