Little Love ------------------------
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Plot: Peter and Roman are just relaxing when things get confessed
Warnings: dd/lb dynamics, first kiss, gay love
Word count: 885
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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and Peter and Roman were just hanging out in Peter's trailer getting high off their asses while watching stupid cartoons. A particularly stupid scene happens and Roman chuckles, taking a long puff of his joint before nudging Peter.
"Man if someone hit me in the balls I'd make them get to their fucking knees and suck them better." He can't help but laugh at his own words, the weed taking its desired effect on him.
Peter looks at him like he's an idiot, a high one at that, and rolls his eyes as he mumbles. "ai noroc că te iubesc."
Roman perks up at the familiar words and scoots closer to Peter. "I hear you say that Romani shit like 3 times a week. Are you ever gonna tell me what the hell it means?"
Peter's body tenses and he blushes, not meeting Roman's gorgeous green eyes. "Uh...it means 'you're lucky I love you'. You know like when someone does something stupid and it's just something you say." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the heat of Roman's gaze on him.
"So you love me?" Roman's eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward and faced Peter, even more interested in the conversation, mostly hopeful that Peter isn't just saying it to fuck with him.
"Uh...yeah...I mean you...I...yeah I do. I fucking love you. So what?" Peter gets defensive, expecting Roman to punch him because he doesn't like guys, at least judging by his fuck boy reputation he doesn't seem to. What he wasn't expecting however was to feel Roman's soft, full, pink lips melt against his own slightly chapped ones.
The immediate groan that came from Peter was completely by accident, but that didn't stop more from coming out. He had wanted to kiss Roman for so long he was beginning to think it might never happen so when Roman pulled away he made a sound of disappointment, almost moaning at the sight of Roman's eyes blown wide with lust and his lips just a shade darker from kissing.
"You choose now out of all the time we've known each other to fucking tell me that you fucking love me? Do you realize how fucking torturous it was to think this whole time that you were fucking straight? That you only liked pussy and would never touch a dick besides your own?"
Peter saw a flash of hurt in Roman's features, causing him to bring a hand up and caress his cheek. He didn't expect Roman to lean into his touch so willingly, so submissively, his entire demeanor changing from angered lust to soft and pliant. This caused a rise in Peter's pants and a smile on his face.
Peter doesn't say a word as he literally picks Roman up and puts him in his lap, holding him close as a shiver runs through him at the feeling of Roman's cold nose rubbing against him as he hides his face in Peter's neck. He isn't entirely sure that the small whimper Roman let out was intentional, but the little 'Papa' that escaped his lips definitely wasn't.
"Rome? Are you...are you a Little?" He didn't want to startle Roman, sensing he was fragile at the moment and seemed to be in a submissive state all of a sudden so he spoke in a soft voice while rubbing his back. He basically already knew the answer just from the way Roman was behaving, he just wanted him to confirm it, absolutely loving the thought of being his Papa.
Roman didn't answer, instead choosing to nod his head slightly before stiffening up. "You're not gonna hate me for being like this are you?" Tears were already welling up in his eyes in fear of being rejected. He never told anyone of his little side for fear of being even more of an outcast than he already was.
Peter lifts his head, looking into his eyes while holding him in place. "Of course not my little baby bat. I'm more concerned about the fact that we both love each other and we're just now admitting it. I'm actually really happy that you're a Little, means I get to take care of you more." He leans forward, rubbing his nose against Roman's, making him blush profusely.
"I do love you ya know." Roman shrugs, acting like it's no big deal to confess his love to his bestfriend, but Peter sees straight through that. He knows that this is a big deal to Roman, knowing that he isn't used to loving touches. But he also loves seeing the blush spread across Roman's perfect face.
He smiles sweetly, pulling Roman down slightly to kiss his forehead. "I love you too little bat." Wrapping his arms around him they sit together and watch cartoons until they fall asleep holding each other. It isn't long before Peter wakes up, hearing Roman fussing in his sleep, his lips pouty and his brows creased. Without a second thought he bites his thumb hard enough to draw blood and puts it in Roman's mouth, immediately soothing the baby upir.
Peter smiles in adoration, finally happy that he got the one person he felt was untouchable. He finally got his love and he wasn't going to let him slip away.