Chapter 19 Peter
Peter
Peter did not have the luxury of leisure time to watch Theo prep his food, but just the knowledge of having his beloved soothed Peter’s growing bloodlust. While Theo did things to food, Peter sat at the kitchen table, tying up a few work-related things and answering allegedly urgent emails.
“How come you have pots and pans and all that shit when you don’t cook?” Theo was chopping some new-world vegetable and tossing it into a pan, where it sizzled noisily.
“You have seen me make hot chocolate, so it’s not like I never use any of the pots.
Not having the expected kitchen equipment would look strange to unsuspecting humans, or it would make me appear like some man who never learned to cook and cannot survive by himself. There are still quite a lot of those.”
Theo nodded. “Right, you’re not some hedonist bachelor. So last night was…nice.”
Peter realized Theo had shifted gears and was now in a talking mood, so he forwarded the remaining emails to Michael.
“I mean—” Theo went on. “—not the part about you getting hurt, obviously, I mean, erm, you and me. That was nice.”
Peter felt relief hit him right where his heart was. This was worth all the snot a thousandfold.
“Nice? Theodore, can I take that to mean you’d be open to more of the same? No bird attacks, just the lovemaking. Or even just the movie-watching, if you prefer a slower approach.”
Theo turned back to his food. “I think I’d like that. Maybe a medium fast approach. A movie here and there, then lovemaking.”
Peter walked over to Theo and hugged him from behind. Theo’s sharp intake of breath and the way he leaned into Peter rather than jerking away was so much better than work.
“Good. You set the pace, Theodore.”
Theo sighed. “Just don’t turn bad. I like you like this.”
Peter ran his nose through Theo’s hair. “Look at me.”
Theo turned, just enough that Peter’s arms went around his back, and looked up at him. “Yeah?”
He’s so soft, so young. So much potential for untold amounts of snot, yet I hope I will make him happy enough that snot won’t happen.
Peter considered taking the compulsion away, but he knew better. It wasn’t worth the risk.
“I have been who I am for a very long time, Theodore. I’m not about to change now.
I find no joy in pretending otherwise. This is me, and I’ll not turn into another.
You could say I’m a buy-as-is situation.
” Peter couldn’t resist punctuating that statement with a kiss.
He planted one on the corner of Theo’s mouth, where he ran his tongue over the soft, silky skin of Theo’s lips.
Since Theo had stopped doing it, Peter stirred the food that was still sizzling away behind Theo’s back.
“Let’s keep it hot, but not charred, precious one. ”
“Huh?”
Peter smiled as those jade green eyes darkened with lust. “Your food.”
“Oh.” Theo turned, his attention shifting to the pan, and Peter sauntered back over to the table, pleased as blood-laced punch.
“Would you like to watch another movie after you eat? I would suggest something Hitchcock, but maybe that’s in poor taste after the crows last night.”
“Movie sounds good.” Theo looked over his shoulder. “Birds was the one that really got me into horror and all things dark. I told him that, you know? I told Bernard. I’m surprised he remembered.”
Peter nodded. That pigeon-livered worm wants to get in his head. He will pay the price for that, tenfold.
“Movie it is then. How about Dracula?”
“The one with all the homoerotic and just generally erotic subtext? Sure thing.”
Peter was pleased to have amassed his movie library. Things were going excellently. I might only be one dead vampire away from happiness.
About an hour later, Peter had a moderately chatty Theodore snuggled against him in the basement. He’d found a different blanket for his lover to curl up under, since the other one bore claw and beak marks. There had been a few drops of eyeball juice on it too.
Theo hummed. “I mean, the book is admittedly dark, but really, it’s a romance when you get down to it. Lucy totally has a thing for Mina. I think Mina does too, but she might be ace.”
“Lucy’s also taken with all three of her suitors,” Peter said.
“But Harker and the count? It’s some kind of kinky fantasy, if you ask me.”
On screen, Harker had just cut himself while shaving, and the count was helping him out.
Peter nodded in agreement and absentmindedly brushed his fingers through Theodore’s hair. “He does share Harker with the women, and he does imprison him. I can see it.”
“And the count’s that mysterious older guy with the creepy castle and an accent.”
“Mysterious older guys are wildly attractive to innocent young humans, don’t you agree?”
Theo snorted. “I’m not innocent.”
Peter brushed a finger over the side of Theo’s face. “You are innocent enough for me to want to corrupt you, Theodore.”
Theo tilted his head up. “So corrupt me.”
Peter hesitated. “You mean that?”
Theo shrugged. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind fucking.”
Peter placed a hand under Theo’s chin and tilted it up so they were looking at each other. “Then I’ll oblige.”
“Good.”
Theo leaned forward and kissed Peter, then pulled back. Peter moved with vampire speed, letting Theo sag down on the couch before straddling him and leaning in until the tips of their noses were nearly touching.
“Remember, all you’ll ever have to do is tell me stop, and I will.”
Peter waited for Theo to nod before he dipped down for another kiss, teasing Theo’s sweet mouth open.
If soft was a taste, then Theo had it. If warm was a taste, then Theo had that too. The harder Peter worked to bruise those lips, the more he could feel Theo respond in kind. Peter knew he might lose himself in this—lips to lips, breath for breath.
Theo opened up to Peter when he deepened the kiss.
Theo’s taste was more intense like this, the softness of him wildly beckoning.
Peter was of a mind to crush his beloved into the couch and work him until he was all kinds of pliable, until he yielded to a touch, a word, a heated stare.
And Peter knew Theo would enjoy that kind of unfocused focus, that place where one gentleness led to an onslaught of lust, where sweet and spicy pain mingled and birthed bliss.
But Peter also knew that making a lover so sated would take a few hours, and his basement was too cold, too unwelcoming, so Peter resigned himself to fumbling for pleasure on an old couch while watching a movie, just like horny teenagers would. It was its own flavor of debauched fun.
Theodore seemed to be fully on board with that plan, if the way he was gripping Peter’s hair was any indication.
Peter broke the kiss, because he needed to see Theo, half-drunk on desire.
The sight was a delight—that wild, dark hair against the pale skin, lips standing out a dark pink, pupils ringed by shimmering jade.
With his thumb, Peter traced Theo’s lower lip from the corner inward, and Theo obligingly opened his mouth and sucked on Peter’s thumb while keeping eye contact. It was impossible not to get all kinds of ideas while watching that.
Theo released his thumb. “I want you inside of me, Peter.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “Inside of you where?”
Theo had a grin worthy of the name Puck. It looked so right on his face. “You choose. I don’t mind swallowing.”
Peter chuckled. “My dearest, you would have me choose between your mouth and a tight place? What choice is that?”
Theo didn’t answer, just gave him another of those wicked faerie grins, so Peter had to choose. The couch was large enough for what he had in mind, so he scooted up. It restricted Theo’s movements, but Peter kept an eye on his face to make sure he was fine with that.
Theo watched with a hungry expression as Peter worked his belt and zipper open. This was something Peter rarely did, something unplanned, uncultured, wild. Theo made Peter want to be wild and unpredictable, and that was addictive in that very way Theo’s blood was not.
Peter set his already aching cock free right in front of Theo’s face. All Theo had to do was open his mouth. And he did.
Theo licked over Peter’s tip, his eyes teasing Peter as much as his mouth. Celeste’s training was evident in every movement. Let it be more than that. By Odin’s mercy, this must be real desire. Pleasure.
Peter braced against the arm and back rests of the couch while Theo managed to sneak his arms under Peter’s ass. That way, Theo was able to control Peter’s thrusts more easily, and he was all too happy to follow.
Theo’s tongue slicked the sides of his cock. And yet, he needed more skin-to-skin contact. He ran a hand through Theo’s hair, cupping the side of the human’s face so he could caress one lovely, charcoal-dark brow.
Theo’s tongue curled, skimming past the foreskin.
He licked and sucked eagerly, and his hands were kneading Peter’s ass in a hungry kind of way.
Theo gave no indication of wanting to stop this anytime soon, but Peter had other ideas.
He regretfully pulled out. Theo licked his spit-wet lips and pouted.
“I wasn’t done.”
Peter caressed his cheek. “Don’t complain. I was thinking I might run upstairs and find some lube we could use. Would you like that?” On the screen, Dracula had just drained a boatful of people and ridden to England on a ghost ship in a storm.
“Emphasis on run, please,” Theo said, and Peter kissed him.
“Of course.”
Peter left a gasping Theo on the couch as he sped up the stairs. The afternoon was just about to give way to a sunny evening outside. It was tempting to bring Theodore up here for the balmy summer evening, but, selfish as he was, Peter preferred the cozy-creepy darkness of a comfy basement.
I shall install heating so we can spend whole nights downstairs.