#v. obx

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@sarcaasmic sent: “  what was that— you got this look in your eyes just now and then pushed it back down.  tell me what you were thinking.  ” (Ellie to Rafe or anyone else you’d like to write!)

A little frown showed between his brows as Peter met her eyes, then he just shook his head, and a smile appeared on his lips. “I guess you won’t accept it when I say ‘nothing’, hm?” They hadn’t been friends for that long, he had only come to the island a few months ago, but he had learnt that she knew him quite well by now – or at least parts of him. Due to both living on the south side of the island, in the cut, they hung out with similar people and soon became friends. Good friends. Sometimes it was like he was like an older brother to Ellie, with all the teasing and the protectiveness. Sometimes it was like something else.

He turned his attention to the cigarette he was holding. “I was just wondering how long the summer will last.” Not a lie. Not the entire truth.

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@obxland sent: you never told me your name.     ( trevor! )

“You haven't asked before.” He tilted his head to the side, looking at her with intent. “And why do you wanna know it now? Something changed?”

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@favcritecriime sent: [TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever (to peter from jay )

[txt to jayjay]

[txt to jayjay] never noticed how they look like us minus the facial hair in your case [txt to jayjay] where?

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@exbourgeois sent: "I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier." to Trevor

“You’re cute when you’re angry. –  Not just on the surface.” A smug grin on his face.

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@favcritecriime sent  [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] :  sender  is  thinking  about  receiver  when  masturbating. (peter from jj / i guess peter walks in on that) 

It wasn’t uncommon that Peter would come over to JJ’s unannounced, maybe it was a bit unusual that he would do so when it was still early morning. The sun was still low, but already bright when he snuck into the house and tiptoed past a snoring Luke on the couch. He was careful not to wake him. The man wasn’t exactly a fan of the ‘fucking gypsy boy’. And Peter guessed it wouldn’t gain him any bonus points if Luke Maybank ever found out that the ‘fucking gypsy boy’ had shared sloppy drunken kisses with his son, twice.

He must have been really quiet, because Jay didn’t stir in his bed as Peter entered his room and closed the door behind him. The blond lay on his bed, eyes closed, blanket ruffled beside him. But he was clearly not asleep. His chest was heaving, one hand was in his boxers, and little moans were coming from parted lips.

A smirk appeared on Peter’s own lips. He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth before he spoke, in a clear voice.

“Need a hand with that?”

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closed for @kookheir who liked this for a sinday starter from Peter (also including that Rafe is a hoodie thief ;p)

The sheets next to him ruffled, the bed was empty, when Peter woke up. His stomach growling, he heaved himself out of bed. Not bothering to get dressed, he left the room in search of the kitchen. Relying on his instincts he found his way around in the huge mansion, since the tour he was supposed to get last night had ended prematurely in the master bedroom. Entering the kitchen (after a few wrong turns), a grin appeared on his face as he saw the back of the mansion’s master. Rafe was clearly busy with something at the counter, or he just didn’t bother to turn around when Peter approached from behind.

The taller male wrapped one arm around him, pulling Rafe’s back against his front. His naked chest touching the soft fabric of the hoodie Rafe was wearing – Peter’s grey hoodie.

“You preparing breakfast in bed for me?” A grin was audible in Peter’s voice as he briefly looked over Rafe’s shoulder at his hands. But then his own hands became very much occupied.

“How nice of you. I’m actually really hungry,” his voice lower as his lips were trailing along Rafe’s jawline. And his hands pulled down the superfluous boxers Rafe had put on.

His fingers wandered between the thighs, feeling the sticky remains of their activities last night.

“Really hungry,” he repeated with a growl, as his mouth found Rafe’s neck, and his fingers teased the sensitive muscle between his checks, still sore.

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@favcritecriime  sent: [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] :  sender  and  receiver  are  having  a  steamy  makeout  session. (peter from jj)

If it wasn’t for their lips colliding in fervent kisses, it might have seemed as if they were fighting, their bodies rolling over the sandy beach. Both wearing loose swim shorts, but his already became too tight, as their bodies rubbed against each other and hands were everywhere. This time they weren’t drunk, they weren’t high – if you don’t count that high from having conquered a mighty wave on the surfboard at the break of day after a sleepless night.

Peter’s hands cupped the other’s face, and the kiss broke, just for a moment. Their faces still so close, their hot breaths mingling. Jay was straddling him, and he didn’t fight him off. Their eyes met, and Peter’s had that glint in them. One hand still holding Jay’s face close to his, his other hand took hold of the blond’s wrist, lifting his hand from the sand he had pushed it into. His eyes never leaving JJ’s, he guided that hand between them, made him touch his naked chest, made it trail down over his abs, feel his hard muscles, feel his heated skin covered in sand and sweat.  

He lifted his head and claimed the other’s lips and their kiss turned wilder.

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@favcritecriime  sent [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] :  sender  and  receiver  are  having  sex  half-clothed. (peter from jj)

“Can you keep it down?” Peter’ raspy voice was close to JJ’s ear and his hand clasped his mouth to silence those moans and whimpers. His own breathing was ragged, and a low chuckle escaped his throat at a muffled groan coming from JJ.

Admittedly, it probably wasn’t the best idea to fuck when their friends were just in the next room. And when none of them knew about them. Peter wouldn’t mind though he wasn’t sure how it would affect the pogues’ group dynamics. And he respected that JJ didn’t want anyone to know. The blond hadn’t come out yet, and Peter respected that it was his decision alone. But that sneaking around only increased the tension between the two. And they had to take every chance they got to release that tension.

Just like now, when the friend group was at Kie’s new place for some strategic meeting that turned into a housewarming party with lots of booze and weed. And the alcohol always seemed to make it easier for JJ to act on his needs, Peter had noticed, but never commented on that.

So after some accidental finger touching when passing a joint, and not so accidental wrestling on the ground for the last can of beer, Peter and JJ had headed to the kitchen to get some more, leaving the rest of the group on the back porch. And what had started as bumping shoulders against each other, giggling and playfully slapping each other’s backs and butts on their way inside, had quickly turned into a heated make-out session once they were out of sight. Once the kitchen door was closed, their lips locked. Hands grabbed and tore. Peter’s shirt fell to the floor.

And now JJ’s shorts were down to his knees and his front flush against Kie’s new steel fridge, as Peter’s bigger body pressed against his back. His jeans open and his boxers pushed down at the front, the muscles on his back tensing, sweat running down his spine, the hard quick thrusts of his hips made the massive fridge tremble and the blond pogue moan.