Clownery
Quentin finding out that Peter's been watching porn of individuals being fucked by someone wearing a clown mask - there's tons of it being bookmarked and it's intriguing, to say the least. Figures that the only reason that Peter hasn't brought it up at all (unlike the rest of the things that he was keen to try previously) is because he's embarassed.
They're shopping for Halloween decorations one weekend and he finds Peter in the costume aisle, staring longingly at a particularly evil-looking clown mask. Casually mentions that he's been thinking of buying a mask like that for when the neighborhood kids come trick-and-treating and Quentin swears that Peter's face absolutely lights up.
But the boy tries to remain casual, and Quentin pretends not to notice how excited Peter looks when he places the mask in the shopping cart. Quentin tries on the mask that night and for something that's decently-prized, it's actually...not so bad. Peter watches him from where he's seated at the edge of the bed.
''Oh god.'' Peter breathes out when Quentin advances towards him playfully, fingers curled tightly around their sheets. ''Why do you look so hot in it?''
''Getting fucked by a big man in a clown mask getting you all hot and bothered, kid?''
''....yes.''
There's something desperately hot and feral about the sex that night - especially when Quentin gets on top of Peter and pins his wrists against the mattress, breathing raggedly through the mask while he fucks into the pliant body beneath him. Jesus, it's starting to get a bit warm under the mask, but hey, Peter's squeezing so goddamn tightly around his cock that nothing else matters.
