what I get up to in my spare time.

over 20 reviews (lol yh right) then i will post a part 2xxx

Peter sighs once more in bed as he hears the faint sobs of his father a few doors across. Lucy's death still hasn't lessened in pain and Ian's feeling worse than ever.

It's frustrating, though. Peter hasn't had time to grieve... to mourn for his dear twin sister though. Now that Jane, Bobby and even Denise are gone, who has Ian got left? Sharon is too wrapped up with Deni and Phil and everybody else is too afraid to step near the poor temperamental bloke. So it's all down to Peter.

Shame, really.

Peter needs cheering up. He grabs an unused pillow next to him and plunges it against his obscured ear, muffling out the cries of his grieving father.

"You alright, son?" Mick comes in the dining room in the morning and ruffles his son's hair. Johnny smiles up at him.

"Yeah, great. How's mum?"

"She's... er..."

"Still pissed off with me." Johnny finishes his father's sentence for him. Mick slumps his shoulders in sympathy for his boy and sits on a chair next to him, drinking his coffee.

"Give her time. You have to understand that these things take a lot of getting used to..."

"Yeah, but it's 2014 now... like 1 in every 10 people are gay, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that I am. Especially since I've been brought up listening to Whitney Houston and Donna frickin' Summer..."

Mick smirks into his mug before setting it down, and looks meaningfully at Johnny. "Listen, mate, it's still a shock, whatever you think. I still haven't gotten over it. But we still love you all the same. If you want a person who's in real deep trauma, try your mate Peter-"

"-oh dad don't play that card-"

"No, no, no, I'm just saying... maybe you should give him some company. He's your mate, after all."

"Not really. He thinks I'm a twat after the time I shouted at him for being too loud in the club." Johnny looks down at his Facebook page and sees that Peter's latest status is 'someone come round. need sum company.' Mick raises his eyebrows at Johnny. "Okay, then. For you, daddykins."

"That's my boy!" Mick ruffles Johnny's hair once more before getting up and leaving.

Johnny's standing at Peter's front door, and it's been a good ten seconds since he's knocked. He can't quite believe he's doing this. He's wearing his spray-on-tight black jeans, his favourite Rolling Stones top and a thick black overcoat down to the tops of his thighs.

He thinks about knocking again before a figure appears before the glass pane, and Johnny widens his eyes. Is he...?

His question is answered as Peter opens the door. He has a towel round his waist, and there are beads of water dripping down his chest and working their way through his maze of abs.

"J-Johnny?" Peter asks, brow furrowed. Johnny looks up to his face - that's not obvious.

"P-Peter-"

"What's up?"

"Um-" Johnny regains consciousness, "I saw your Facebook status. I wondered if you wanted some company."

"Uh, yeah, sure, come on in." Peter steps backwards and holds the door open to let Johnny in.

They stand in the kitchen, Peter by the door and Johnny leaning against the kitchen counter.

"So what's up?" Johnny asks hesitantly.

"Not much. You know, getting by." Peter replies instantly, and - has Johnny moved a step closer?

"Yeah. You know it must be really hard... I haven't had the time to-"

"Don't worry about it." Peter waves him off, and Johnny is even closer. Peter notices he is still naked in just a towel. He looks down and says, "I ought to-"

"Naah, don't worry. It's fine. Is there anyone in the house?" Johnny asks in a quieter voice.

"Um, no, and there won't be for a few hours..."

"Good." Johnny says simply, and they are only half a meter apart now. The Carter boy shrugs off his overcoat, and reaches over Peter's shoulder to hang in up. There is now no distance between them. "You must work out." Johnny whispers, a finger tracing down Peter's abs.

"I run- a lot, like, marathons..."

"Really?" Johnny looks up, an inch away for Peter's face. "That's hot." And Johnny closes the gap, pressing his lips against Peter's. Peter doesn't respond at first, but he likes it. This... feels right. He puts a hand behind Johnny's neck and pulls him further onto him.

Johnny takes his top off to equal things out a bit, leading Peter to pull him in the living room. The Beale boy unbuckles Johnny's belt, and helps take those jeans off, before Johnny is clad just in black Calvin Klein underwear. Johnny pulls on the towel round Peter's waist a bit, and it slowly swoops down, revealing Peter's fully awake and erect cock, jumping out at Johnny. Johnny groans outwardly and kisses Peter again, tongues swirling gently against each other as Johnny's hand reaches down and strokes Peter. Peter groans deeply in the other boy's mouth, before the latter drops on his knees and licks Peter's head. He wraps his lips round the tips and starts taking some of the dick in his mouth, before he begins to bob up and down. Each time he goes down he takes more and more of Peter's cock, looking up into Peter's eyes. Johnny's hands reach behind and squeeze each of Peter's arse cheeks, spreading them out and kneading them.

"Fuck, Johnny." Peter's hand flies down to Johnny's head as Johnny's swallows around him, 3/4 of the long cock inside his mouth. "So good."

Johnny stands up then, then reaches down to pull his own underwear off. His dick is considerably smaller than Peter's, as he is a smaller boy in general, but it's erect and big anyway, and he leans into Peter and holds their members together in one fist, jerking them at the same time. Their tongues meet before their mouths do and they make out sloppily.

A quarter of an hour later and Johnny is spread out over Peter in a classic 'sixty-nine' position, sucking each other for gold. They groan round each other's members with hot breath and all the sounds other than their groans are wet slurping cock sounds and deep inhales of breath.

Johnny goes first. He cries out loud, cock deep within Peter's throat, and releases deep down somewhere hot. This in turn sends Peter over the edge, suddenly cumming after Johnny pumps him with his fist, cum getting all over the pretty boy's face.

"Thank you..." Peter pants, "so much..."