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They'd never even kissed. They'd only known each other a day, and so that shouldn't have mattered to Davy – except it did because now…now they were never going to kiss. Not when Caroline's grandfather had finally decided she was the right person to bequeath his fortune to.
They went for a long walk along the beach. "It's just. If I'm going to stay with my granddad now…" she said.
Davy nodded. He understood. He let go of her hand and they walked back the way they came.
It was hard to end something before it had a chance to even begin. It made him feel jammed. Like there was a cork stuck inside him, and all this pressure building up and up in his stomach. Because of that, and the stuff that had been happening with Peter, he thought it was better to stay out of their room.
In theory it was a good idea. In practice, it meant making out with Peter on the couch. It was crazy – he didn't even know how it happened. One minute Peter was sitting down next to him and asking him why he was watching the test pattern. The next thing he knew, Davy was pressing him back, lying on top of Peter on the couch, tongue in his mouth.
He didn't know how it happened. But he knew why. He kissed Peter because he couldn't kiss Caroline, and that was a terrible wrong thing to do to anyone, but especially a friend. Especially Peter, who didn't have a double-dealing bone in his body.
It was just. Peter was so – willing. When Davy ran his thumb down his neck, Peter opened his mouth eagerly, tongue stroking hot across Davy's lower lip before sliding inside. When Davy put his hands on his shoulders, Peter went down immediately, without a trace of hesitation. He spread his legs too, inviting Davy to rub against him. Holding nothing back.
His hands pulled Davy's shirt out of his trousers and slid up and down his bare back, and it made Davy crazy. He thrust his tongue in and out of Peter's mouth, so crude it made hot shame flush through him. Peter made a noise in the back of his throat. It didn't sound like an objection.
He wouldn't have kissed Caroline like that – and that meant he definitely shouldn't be doing it to Peter, who was his friend. He forced himself to draw back and gasp out, "M'sorry. I can't."
Peter struggled upwards slightly. "Oh," he said. He licked his lips and Davy tried not to twitch. "It's…okay. I shouldn't have disturbed you. You were watching the test pattern. Maybe later."
Davy stared down at him. Peter's hair was kind of messed up. "I meant - I shouldn't have done this at all."
Peter frowned up at him.
"Because it's wrong," he explained.
Peter kept frowning.
"Because I'm. Taking advantage. Of you," he explained. The words stumbled out awkwardly.
The frown seemed to get darker and Peter folded his hands across his chest.
"I'm sorry," Davy said. "I didn't mean to" –
"Maybe I'm the one taking advantage of you. Did you ever think of that?" Peter glared up at him, a petulant look on his face.
Davy had to answer honestly, "No."
"Why not? Why do I always have to be taken advantage of? Why can't I be the one taking advantage of someone else for a change?"
Davy couldn't help smiling. "I think past history's against you on that one."
"Or maybe it's the perfect alibi," Peter argued. "I mean – who would ever suspect me?"
Davy He shifted back a little. It was kinda strange to be having this conversation while balanced over Peter. Still, he had to admit, "I suppose you've got a point."
Theoretically, that was. Because, it was really really difficult (almost impossible) to envision Peter playing some kind of long game.
Maybe Peter had some trouble with it too, because he went on. "And anyway, even if you're the one doing the – taking advantage…well, if I want to be taken advantage of then does it even count as taking advantage?"
It was weird. He knew Peter liked what they did, had done, because well – he'd gotten off, hadn't he? Both times. And it wasn't like he'd wanted to stop this time. But just hearing Peter say that he wanted it, wanted Davy to take advantage of him, it made something jump in his stomach down low.
It was sick. It was wrong. It was somehow incredibly hot. But –
"Do you like me?" he made himself ask.
The frown on Peter's face vanished immediately. "Of course I like you Davy, you're my friend, why" –
"I don't mean. What I'm asking is…do you like me?" What he really meant but couldn't say was 'Do you love me?' because it would be wrong and awful to use Peter's honest feelings just to score some easy sex to take the edge off. It should. It should be a mutual taking advantage. If there was to be any taking advantage at all.
Peter licked his lips again. His hand skated against Davy's side. "I like this," he said eventually. His fingers traced against Davy's ribcage. "And it's not. It's not like I can just…do this with just anyone." It could have been an accident, the way his hand ended up just above Davy's zipper by the time he finished.
But it didn't feel like an accident. And then Peter said, "It's. It's hard enough finding a girl. This…"
Davy felt kinda relieved to be honest. Because Peter seemed to get at least a little that this situation was – not regular. He didn't mean it as a judgment, he couldn't because he'd gotten off too, hadn't he? Just it was good to know that Peter knew that it mightn't be the safest thing in the world to go out looking for. He looked down at Peter's open face, his unguarded eyes. He didn't want Peter to get hurt.
Peter stared back up at him. He swallowed. "David."
"Yeah?" He lowered his voice to match Peter's.
"Take – I mean. You can." He pulled Davy down on top of him. Davy let him. He spoke right into Davy's ear. "Take advantage of me."
The words vibrated through him. They sent shivers down his spine. And he turned his face into Peter's neck and kissed him. Peter's hair tickled his nose. Soft. He breathed in deeply before moving down Peter's neck.
Peter's hands gripped his hips before sliding over to cup Davy's hard-on through his trousers. Davy squeezed his eyes shut but grabbed Peter's wrist. He managed to grit out, "No."
"But. I thought" – Peter looked suddenly lost.
Davy shook his head. "You first."
If they were going to do this…then Davy wanted to do it right. Equal. Peter getting off couldn't be an afterthought. That wasn't fair. He scrambled back and motioned Peter to do the same. There was a feeling in his belly that was partly excitement and partly dread as he moved his hand from Peter's thigh to the waistband of his pajamas. He took a deep breath and then let his hand push into Peter's pants.
His cock was hot and hard in Davy's hand. It felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He worked by touch, and buried his face in Peter's shoulder. He was afraid the weirdness of what he would see if he looked down would paralyze him.
He tightened his grip on Peter's cock, rubbing his thumb over the head on every upstroke. Peter's breathing changed, got heavier and faster, and Davy took that as his cue to speed up. A second later and Peter came all over his hand.
He grabbed Davy's face in his hands and kissed him, grateful, mouth almost missing its mark. It made Davy want to smile.
"Sorry," Peter said a few seconds later. Davy frowned at him, and Peter grabbed his right hand, the hand he'd come all over and rubbed it against his pajama top.
"It's okay," Davy said.
Peter kissed the side of his face and shifted closer. "You now," he said. His hand was already unbuttoning Davy's trousers. Davy lifted up enough to push his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh.
Peter didn't seem to have a problem looking down, and Davy couldn't stop himself from peeping this time. Peter's hand was warm and sure and Davy wasn't sure that the sight of his cock thrusting into the circle of Peter's fist should be so weirdly hotly fascinating to him.
"Davy," Peter said into his ear and the vibration of his voice shot straight down Davy's spine. He bit his lip and managed to say, "Hmm?" He pushed up sharply into Peter's hand.
"Davy. David. Just," Peter rubbed his nose against Davy's ear. "I was thinking…and. I. I want to…can I suck you off?"
Davy made a noise he was pretty sure he'd never made before and came hard. When he finally opened his eyes, Peter was hovering over him looking kind of surprised and maybe a little bit disappointed. Davy pulled him down and kissed him, the same thankful kiss Peter'd given him, and promised, voice shaking from the laugh that wanted to burst through, "Next time. Next time, okay?"