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heystella-lunden
“Then, hey Peter.” she nodded, not pushing him to say more. Her eyes followed his to look at the cuffs and she let out a light laugh. “Oh, those. They’re finger cuffs. Punishment for getting into ‘trouble’. Or as I like to call it: ‘going outside to get a breath of fresh air’.”
His eyes suddenly lit up as he raised an eyebrow at her. “You snuck out?” He wondered aloud in a soft voice. “Does it hurt?”
spencer-quinn
When the man turned around, Spencer’s face lit up, having previously had no idea who it even was. His pace quickened until he was beside the man and peering over to critter in his hand, expecting something a little more exciting. He huffed, then looked up again, to the patient. “Hey, you… Guys,” he greeted, then frowned, still unsure of how to handle that one. “Changed? Why on earth would I want to do that,” he dismissed with a smile, and winds his arm over the man’s shoulder to pull him along with him, as if assuming that’s what he’d have wanted to do. He chucked. “Yep, still here. Almost wasn’t for a second, but here I am. C'est la vie.” He glanced back down to his hand again, having already forgotten about the insect. Spencer didn’t comment, having more interest in the fact that Peter was back. Or maybe it was Claude he was more excited about. “Missed you? Sweetheart, I‘ve been pining,” he wined, melodramatic.
Peter shook his head with a soft laugh. “Yes, still definitely the same old Spencer.” He concluded. Not even surprised by the arm around his shoulder, easily letting himself be lead by the male. “What do you mean.. almost wasn’t?” Frowning again as he studied the bug on his hand. A smirk on his lips and a playful spark in his eyes. Leaning into him a little. “We’re glad to be back..”
heystella-lunden
Stella was sitting on the floor, bored out of her mind, when the blond approached her. She looked up at him, her back against a wall, as he came closer. “Hey there, Claude. Hmm, or Peter?” she tried to move her hand to wave at him- somehow momentarily forgetting that her hands were bound together in finger cuffs. She frowned before standing up, meeting his quizzical look with one of faint embarrassment before changing into a smile, “Where’ve you been?”
The woman made him smile, she remembered them. “Peter.” He replied. “It’s good to see you, Stella.” Still frowning he watched her stand. “Different.. place. Same idea.” He waved it away, scratching his eyebrow. Everything about him screaming he did not wish to talk about it, couldn’t even. “What.. is that?” Peter asked, pointing at the cuffs, before meeting her eyes.
spencer-quinn
Although he’d gotten permission to leave the infirmary to meet with his therapist in his office, rather than being cooped up in the same room for any longer, Spencer should have been back in the clinical environment a while ago. He missed his own bed - he missed the room that he and Arthur shared upstairs, but he apparently wasn’t as sneaky as he had been previous to his… incident, since he got caught before he was even half-way up the stairs and had to make up some bullshit excuse about being confused. The bandage on the back of his head seemed to help convince the orderlies though, and although they didn’t personally walk him back to the infirmary, they did let him go without any further scrutinizing. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he turned the corner - back in those God-awful scrubs - and his face lit up when he spotted the man, bent over in the center of the corridor. “Hm. Anyone would think you knew I was coming,” he mused, cocking his head to one side as he admired the view.
Curiously his hands reached for the small caterpillar that had managed his way into the building. Peter couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the creature. Glad no one had stepped on it before he’d found it. Upon hearing the familiar voice behind him, he looked up. “S-Spencer.” A small smile tugging on his lips. “See you haven’t changed.” The excitement of seeing the male was audible even in his mocking tone. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t even aware you were still here.” Returning his attention to the animal he picked it up. “Found this little guy wandering. He’s the first to greet me.” Peter looked at Spencer subconsciously sinking his teeth into his lower lip. “Missed us?”
There he was again, back in the pit of hell. Ready to ‘get better’, but who was he really kidding? “LOOK WHO’S BACK!” Claude shouted (inside his head). Making Peter flinch as he walked, his finger tops running along side the wall. “Be quiet. You’ll have your glorious come back soon enough I imagine.” The male mumbled to himself. Spotting something on the ground, he approached, frowning deeply as he tried to conjure up and explanation for the occurrence.
fuck-spencerquinn
Spencer managed to sink down with ease, only really reacting when Claude arched into him. His mouth fell open slightly, the man letting out a heavy exhale as he began to feel more full.
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He came with a low moan and his palms had pressed flat against the man’s chest as he reached his orgasm. Spencer still felt the vibrations beneath his skin after he’d pulled himself off of the man. He’d fallen back, leaning against the arm of the sofa, fitting between Claude an the back cushions. Sighing contently as he arched, Spencer’s sharp hip dug into the other man’s leg. “Not bad,” he hummed, eyes shut and head tilted back, “not bad at all.”
Claude smirked and moved himself to lay more comfortably. “Not bad yourself.” He retorted and closed his eyes for a few seconds. “Now you just.. gotta keep your end of the bargain.” The male breathed, before rolling of off the couch, picking up his clothes. “But I think I’ll be here a few days..”
arthur-gustin
I don’t do things for people who aren’t my friends.
Fine. Then don’t get the books. I’m leaving.
arthur-gustin
Oh. So I shouldn’t get him the books then?
..Leave them on his bed. When we’re not there.
arthur-gustin
Peter likes me. He’s my friend.
Yeah.. I’ll talk to him about that. Stay away from us.
i’m in the mood to write but im struggling to reply to these short chats??????????????????
“Joël, when are you gonna turn into a slut?”
arthur-gustin
I’m just Arthur. I ask questions so I can understand people and be their friends.
Well just Arthur. We’re doin’ just fine without being your friend. We don’t need you.
arthur-gustin
Why?
Because he can’t protect himself! He can’t stand up for himself! Would I be here if he could?! Who do you think you are questioning me and my brother?!
arthur-gustin
Does he even need it?
Yes.
arthur-gustin
He’s very quiet and you intimidate him.
No. I protect him.
arthur-gustin
That’s gotta be lonely.
Not really. I’ve Peter with me all the time.
