Peter stares. It’s been a year and of course he has, he just didn’t think Rafael had. A year is when you start thinking about these things, but you don’t say it.
At least, Rafael doesn’t seem the type who would.
The fact that they’re even together seems like some sort of miracle, their first few months feeling like problem after problem to solve, far from a fairytale romance.
It hadn’t been smooth sailing for either of them, but Rafael made everything better.
And once everything had settled, once they’d settled, it all just seemed right. Nothing was the same as it had been, but some changes were for the better, and having Rafael by his side was one of the things he never thought he’d be lucky enough to have.
Peter tried never to take him for granted, but he was also never sure that Rafael would stay.
He knows that Rafael loves him, but forever is a long time. A lot longer than the year that they’ve had.
But yes. Yes, he has thought about it, imagined it and hoped for it. He just didn’t think it could be true.
As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, cool air hitting their faces, Peter was struck by the reality of their situation. He hadn’t intended to run into Rafael, despite the fact that he’d not stopped thinking about him ever since prosecuting him. Those thoughts had always been filled with guilt, not longing or desire. Yet tonight, when he’d looked into Rafael’s eyes, seen Rafael smile, that’s exactly what he’d felt. Longing, desire, an absolute want for a man he was sure he could never have.
He shivered, more from the harsh reminder that their reality was more tainted than just casual drinks in a bar than the cold, and turned to look at Rafael. When Rafael smiled at him, that same slight quirk of his lips he’d worn in the bar, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed, Peter’s stomach swooped, heart working double time.
“I’ll, er…walk you home?” Peter suggested, cheeks burning as he ducked his head.
Rafael snorted in response. “If you want.”
They walked in silence, moving away from the bustling, crowded bars towards quieter streets. Every so often their elbows bumped, and every time they did, Peter’s heart skipped a beat. He had no idea why he was so affected all of a sudden, but he couldn’t seem to switch it off.
His heart hammered against his ribs as they came to a stop outside Rafael’s building. He swallowed hard, wishing the sudden dryness in his mouth would leave.
“Thanks for the drinks, Peter,” Rafael’s voice sounded softer than Peter had ever heard it, more sincere.
When he looked at Rafael, he was smiling. Not his usual smirk, but something softer, something more personal, like it was designed just for him. As Rafael turned towards the door, Peter’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the wrist.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, voice shaking just a little, nerves bubbling hot in his stomach.
Rafael’s usual smirk was back in place as he turned to face Peter properly, stepping just a little closer. “I don’t know, can you?”
Peter hoped it was the challenge he read it as as he surged forward, cupping the back of Rafael’s head as their lips met. Instantly, Rafael’s hands settled on his waist, pulling him in closer so their hips were flush together, deepening the kiss. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with anticipation, with want, with desire, with need. His head swam, dizzy and desperate, and when they broke apart, he was pleased to find Rafael just as affected, just as breathless as he was.
Peter laughed as he pressed their foreheads together, lightly running his thumb across Rafael’s lips.
“Do you want to come up for a drink?” Rafael asked, voice a little rough with lust.
“God, yes,” Peter whispered before capturing Rafael’s lips again.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rafael Barba/Peter Stone, barbone, barstone, bane - Relationship
Characters: Rafael Barba, Peter Stone (L&O: SVU)
Additional Tags: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, or at least semi seriously, Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Drunk Sex, some vague feelings i guess, barbone - Freeform, barstone - Freeform, Bane - freeform, seriously wtf is this ship name
Summary:
He felt, more than heard, Peter laugh as he pressed a finger inside Rafael, moving agonizingly slowly before crooking his finger just so, causing Rafael to jolt in his lap, his stomach fluttering as his cock twitched.
“Where the fuck,” Rafael began breathlessly, a small laugh escaping, “did you get lube from?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Peter asked, tone teasing as he entered another finger, stretching Rafael further.
Rafael sucked in a sharp breath before leaning back, half so he could rock his hips, fucking himself on Peter’s fingers, and half so he could look at Peter’s face, try and read him.
All he saw was a mischievous kind of lust, and he felt his eyelids flutter shut as he rolled his hips again, leaning back against the metal bar behind him, searching for the right angle.
