The Oops Boy || Jack and Peter
Peter knew he was getting to Jack. It was always a game with them. Who would get hard first, who would break first, who would come first. Always a competition. When they were younger it was even more fun because they would be high 85% of the time. Now that they were grown, it was nice to see that Jack still wanted to play it like a game. And even before New Year’s when they would just fool around, not going all the way, Jack would tease him incessantly. “You knew that going into this,” he chuckled. “Us starving artists have to stick together,” he said, kissing Jack hard. it was hard to keep talking while Jack was kissing the spot on his neck that drove him wild. Some things never changed. “I - ” he breathed, “I would bring you breakfast in bed because I’m a romantic shit like that, and afterwards, we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves. Some things change Jack, but the effect you have on me hasn’t. And it never will.” His breathing was getting a bit heavier. “And you never bother to put on pants in the morning unless it’s necessary… So maybe we would just shower together. Wash away the smell of booze and firework smoke from our skin and hair. Oh the number of things I could do to you in the shower.” Peter remembered once when they were high they attempted to have sex in his shower, and they ended up pulling down the shower curtain and rod. They both had several nasty bruises from falling.
