Me and My Plus-One at the Afterlife (4/?)
Rating: M, for man-sex and my ability to curse like a sailor.
Pairing: Caspian x Peter
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. ("Nothing is real…") Brownie point for anyone who can tell me where that quote came from!
When writers die, they go to Hell and become editors.
When boys like Peter Pevensie die, they go to Narnia and get to do unspeakable things to a certain Telmarine.
Peter's mouth went dry the second Caspian stepped toward him; it seemed that he'd blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back with the other boy on top of him. Caspian, his former composure now all but forgotten, settled his knees to either side of Peter's hips, arching his back slightly to lean down and press a light kiss against his lips. The soft exhalation of the High King shattered whatever was left of Caspian's control, and he slid his hands up Peter's arms, pinning his wrists to the bed.
Peter stared up at Caspian, wide-eyed and breathless, watching the dark eyes above him glitter in the moment before soft lips crashed against his, hard enough that Peter could feel his own teeth against his lips. The older (1) boy flicked his tongue gently against the other's lips, and Peter obligingly parted them. The kiss was slow, Caspian's tongue gliding in with the same sort of raw passion and untamed grace that made its way into his everyday actions. As he slowly worked his lips against Peter's, he loosened his firm, almost bruising grip, allowing Peter to raise a hand and cup it to the back of his neck and pull him closer.
For a moment, it became a battle of another sort—mouths and smooth skin pressed together, blunt fingernails clawing at one another as they attempted to undress each other at the same time. Finally, Caspian pulled back, laughing softly, and Peter was damned if it wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. His already dark eyes had gone black with lust, and for the first time, Peter noticed the slightly bruised look beneath them, as if he hadn't slept since their separation.
It was all terribly endearing, and Peter offered the boy above him a shy smile, eyes softening as he reached up, tracing the strong, angular line of Caspian's jaw with a fingertip. Caspian's eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment he appeared to almost nuzzle into Peter's hand. Turning his head, he placed a delicate kiss on Peter's palm, eyelashes tickling the sensitive skin as he blinked innocently at his friend-turned-lover.
All Peter could think about was one of the rows they'd had before Caspian had officially been crowned King; his own words came back to haunt him, and for a moment, it was almost as if he could see the flashback in Caspian's eyes.
"Hey! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia…" The Castilian accent had thickened slightly in his anger; the mere fact that he'd recognised such a subtle change in tone and knew what it meant did nothing to soothe Peter's already rattled nerves and hot temper.
"No. You just invaded it."
"…Peter?" Caspian's voice was painfully innocent now, eyes huge and drowning deep, filled with concern. He reached down and gently wiped the few tears that had fallen from Peter's shell-shocked eyes away, rolling off of the boy and cradling him to his chest. Peter kept his face buried against Caspian's shoulder, staining the boy's expensive shirt with tears that fell freely now. Caspian just nodded, nuzzling his hair gently, patting his back and whispering soothing things in his ear.
"C-Cas…I'm sorry, you know. I didn't mean it…" Peter's voice was thick with tears; when he looked up, his nose was slightly red, eyes too glittery, too bright.
"Shh…I know. I know, mi amor. Te amaró para siempre, no te preocupes, cariño. Ya lo entiendo que sus palabras estuvieron de enojo, del dolor...nunca es fácil ver tantas vidas terminan...Shh." (2)
Peter nodded slightly, curling closer to Caspian, fingers knotted tightly in the fabric of his clothing as if he'd lose him again if he let go. As he drifted off into a bland, dreamless sleep, his fingers loosened; Caspian held him more tightly in response, as if he were afraid to let go, too.
1 I'm making Caspian older than Peter 'cos it just seems like it should be that way…plus, time passes in Narnia more quickly than in England, so yeah.
2 Yeah, I decided I liked Bilingual!Caspian better than WeirdPseudoAccent!Caspian, so there you have it. I took four years in HS and one in college, then dropped it 'cos it was a total waste of my time…if I fucked something up, lo siento, no lo he usado en algunos meses. (Sorry, haven't used it in a few months).
BTW, the shit Caspian's saying translates roughly to "I know, my love. I will love you forever; don't worry, darling. I understand that your words were (spoken) out of anger and pain…it is never easy to see so many lives end."
A/N: Sorry for killing the mood, too… It just kinda happened. They will get the bow-chicka-wow-wow on in the next chapter or so, though. Les prometo.