Chapter 7
When they reached the outside of Peter's door; Gabriel found himself unable to keep his hands to himself again. He began rushing his hands over the lean muscle of Peter's chest before slowly running his fingers down the length of Peter's sides, finally wrapping his grasp tightly around the contours of the young man's hips.
Peter was laughing, breathlessly now, trying to place the key into the door even as he allowed Gabriel to push him up against the wall outside; the taller man's large hands rushing through Peter's thick, brown hair before falling to cup the other man's face. Gabriel's nostrils flared as he dragged sensitive fingers against the rough stubble on Peter's sharp jaw line.
"Gabriel...c'mon, let me open the door..." Peter murmured, giving breathy chuckles.
"No." Gabriel hissed, snaking his hands over to press against Peter's wrists. He quickly lifted them to roughly pin high above Peter's head, slamming them against the wall with a loud thud. Peter's chest began to rise and fall at a quickened pace, making the dark excitement in Gabriel's eyes intensify. Gabriel made a grab for Peter's keys...to have Peter stop worrying about unlocking the door... but Peter tightened them in his grip to keep them out of Gabriel's demanding reach.
"I say that tonight, we're teenagers." Gabriel growled, one finger slipping down to gently stroke the soft pulse in Peter's captive wrist. "And you're my date that's led me on all night and is just a big tease..."
"Gabriel..." Peter groaned, breathlessly, dipping his head down towards his chest. When he finally lifted his soft, hazel gaze, Gabriel was delighted to see that there was a raw intensity now present that Gabriel had been trying to pull out of the young man all night.
"Stop teasing me, Peter..." Gabriel snarled, moving his head forward so that his face was now mere inches from Peter's. Gabriel could feel the blazing heat of Peter's breath scorching across his face. Gabriel gave a small gasp, as a powerful tightening was now taking hold in his stomach, his lower regions beginning to throb.
"Or what?" Peter whispered, his chest now so close to Gabriel's that it arched up into the taller man's with every deep breath that Peter inhaled. The younger man traced Gabriel's face with deeply intense eyes, his lips parting subconsciously.
"Or you'll get yourself into a lot of trouble." Gabriel hissed, drawing his lips down to press firmly against Peter's jaw line before slowly sliding his tongue across the top of Peter's throat. The small gasps and moans that were breaking from Peter's lips were extremely arousing, and Gabriel felt his grip on Peter's wrists tighten.
God, Peter was so darkly stimulating...and when he stared at Gabriel with those expressive eyes, Gabriel just wanted to pounce on him on the spot; take him up against the wall right outside in the hallway. He wanted everyone to hear the erotic way Peter cried out while he was getting pounded, but at the same time he wished for it to be a noise that only he knew Peter could make. Peter told him many times that only Gabriel could pull certain sounds and moans from his lips...Gabriel wanted to hear them all echo in the air right now.
Keeping one hand on Peter's shaky wrists, Gabriel dropped his other hand to begin unbuttoning the top of Peter's shirt...his warm lips still caressing Peter's neck, as the young man hissed and whimpered beneath his attentions.
"Kiss me." Peter begged, and Gabriel felt a tremendous pressure beginning to build up within his sensitive area; whenever Peter pleaded with him for anything, Gabriel felt as if an electric current was coursing up his spine. Gabriel flicked his tongue down the base of Peter's throat and felt the young man shudder as he insisted, "Kiss me, please."
"Listen to you..." Gabriel groaned, moving his hands fervently down the buttons of Peter's shirt, making sure to take enough time to caress and appreciate the smooth skin found on his chest. Gabriel could feel his own heart beginning to slam up against his ribcage, his anticipation increasing. "You want this worse than I do. You're dirty, Peter, but I'll give it to you if you want it..."
"I'm not dirty." Peter moaned, but Gabriel could see that he was playing with him; the way Peter began to sensuously grind his hips in small circles against Gabriel's sensitive area made that point very clear.
"You're so dirty, Peter..." Gabriel groaned, his eyes slipping shut, his own touch faltering at the sudden shots of pleasure that burned through him like molten lava as Peter circled his hips. "You look so...s-so in-innocent...but then...oh god..."
Gabriel felt his thoughts begin to melt away completely, allowing Peter to continue his obscene dance of slowly circling his hips; pressing himself firmly against Gabriel until the taller man was gasping and grunting, pressing his shivering lips firmly against the side of Peter's face.
"Let me go..." Peter grunted, the pressure against his own growing arousal seemingly having an effect on him as well; his head falling back against the wall as his eyes rolled up in his head. "...oh, Gabriel..."
"No..." Gabriel whispered, bringing his lips back around to press hotly into the corner of Peter's. Peter strained to turn his head; to devour Gabriel's mouth with his own, but Gabriel was sure to keep his own mouth unmoving at the very corner of Peter's lips. "No, I...I like touching you until you're forced...forced to be my little impure angel..."
Peter's dark hair slipped down his face; lips trembling with barely restrained want to consume Gabriel's...those lips that were slightly imperfect...but somehow that small flaw was all the more striking in their perfection...Gabriel finally understood why that was...
"Ah...god, Gabriel..." Peter whimpered, his trembling hands clenching into fists above his head. "I—I have neighbors, y-you know..."
Gabriel gave a slight smirk...he wondered, for a brief and perverse moment, if anyone had heard Peter's moans reverberating through the apartment walls...but a much more real part of himself wished to have Peter in the beautiful privacy of their own safe world, and Gabriel was desperately ready to take the young man...to make him moan and writhe in ways that only Gabriel would know...that only Gabriel would understand...when Peter was alone with the one he loved, no barriers ever remained...
Gabriel gave Peter a small nod, sliding his hands down Peter's wrists before tenderly keeping his touch at the young man's elbows. There was a driving hunger burning in him now, and only Peter could feed it. Peter gave him a breathy chuckle, a light still burning darkly in his eyes, as he twisted his body out of Gabriel's grasp to unlock the door.
Peter twisted the knob and pushed the door open to his room. He turned back to face Gabriel, his lopsided grin painting his features...right before intimacy that grin would drive Gabriel to the point of aroused insanity. Peter reached out to grab onto Gabriel's hand, drawing the other man's flushed body close to his own as Peter pulled them into their hushed sanctuary.
As soon as Gabriel entered the room, he slammed the door shut behind him, rounding on Peter with a barely contained need. He wanted to dominate tonight, needing to prove to Peter...and himself...that Peter was always his...always his and would continue to be his...his to pull burning emotions from, to pull aching lust from, to pull endless love from.
Peter gave a dark grin, biting his bottom lip teasingly. Gabriel was displeased to see Peter slowly backing away from him, his head quirked to one side as if challenging Gabriel that if he should truly want Peter, then he should be prepared to catch him.
"Come here, Peter." Gabriel demanded, outstretching his arm towards Peter. It appeared Peter was going to allow him the dominance he so craved for tonight, but not without a little work on his part to find a way in which to seize Peter beneath him.
After all, Peter's good heart allowed him the ability to grant Gabriel's needs even without the other man having to speak them at all; but his scrappy nature required an overpowering of his sexual dominance rather than a relinquishment.
Peter continued to bite his bottom lip; his eyes narrowing as he slowly shook his head. He continued to back away, his eyes flashing a fake innocence that Gabriel knew he didn't possess during the heated passion of intimacy.
"Don't run from me." Gabriel growled, beginning to pursue Peter with long, purposeful strides. He didn't hurry after him too quickly as he was deeply stimulated by the chase...and he knew Peter couldn't escape him.
Peter kept his eyes intensely trained on Gabriel's deep brown gaze. The way that Peter was trying to evade him, all while never breaking eye contact, was making something inside of Gabriel burn aflame all the hotter.
Gabriel gave a small glance towards Peter's sensitive area, pleased to see the young man's arousal straining against his clothing as he slowly and sensuously twisted away from Gabriel's touch. Good, he was being affected too. Peter seemed to note the area in which Gabriel's eyes burned, as he gave a small blush, his focus derailed for a moment. This caused a small gasp to escape his lips as his lower back bumped into the edge of the table. Gabriel gave a smirk, he had Peter cornered at last.
Gabriel towered over Peter...he watched Peter's face carefully with his own dark eyes, watching as Peter gazed up at him without a trace of fear now. Gabriel was glad...he liked these emotions much better...there was no fear now, no anger, no hatred...just a deepening love and a throbbing desire to have Gabriel plunge into him as he screamed out.
Gabriel reached out a trembling large hand...Peter's skin was so soft...as he wished to touch the young man's face and draw Peter in for the kiss he had pleaded for earlier. Once Peter submitted to him, Gabriel always became a slave to all of Peter's needs and wishes.
But as Gabriel dipped down, lips parted and eyes slipping closed, Peter ducked under Gabriel's long arms and hurriedly moved around to the other side of the table .Gabriel's eyes flashed open, watching as the young man's lips twitched in a ghost of a smile before he became somber once more.
"Peter..." Gabriel scolded, pressing his shaking hands firmly down onto the table in hopes of grounding himself. His own arousal was hot and needy...and Peter was making it worse. He didn't want to beg, but he needed Peter so badly...a part of him tenderly whispering and gently pleading for Peter as another part of him strode to be unwavering in his confidence.
"Hey, I'm not an easy date." Peter retorted, quirking his lips once more.
Gabriel shook his head, spurred on by Peter's insolent words. He gave a dark chuckle, his lip pulling back into a small snarl before covering his distance from Peter in two powerful strides of his long legs. Peter would surrender himself to Gabriel...he always did...and when he did it was with the most agonizingly ardent of passions...
Before Peter could hope to escape him again, Gabriel reached out and clasped a hand on the back of Peter's head. He pulled the young man forward so quickly that Peter's head gave a small jerk back in surprise. Gabriel smashed his lips into Peter's, working his jaw furiously to take in every inch of Peter's hot, wet mouth.
Peter was openly moaning into Gabriel's mouth now, hands fisting eagerly to grab bunches of Gabriel's shirt...Oh, Peter was so precious in his expressive ways...the man let all his emotions and pleasure pour out from him during intimacy...nothing was kept from Gabriel. Gabriel wanted Peter so badly when he was like this, his tongue probing violently into Peter's mouth; trying to rediscover every inch of the young man as he felt Peter's hips jerk subconsciously beneath him.
Gabriel began working Peter's belt off from around his waist, the young man continuing to groan as Gabriel gave heated and eager grunts of his own. Peter may have been a gentle man, but he did have an aggressively dark side...Gabriel knew that probably better than anyone else in the world...but somehow that aggression was channeled beautifully during lovemaking. After all, Gabriel was equally as erotically enticed when Peter would grab and push and pull at him, but tonight Gabriel just wanted to have his way with Peter while watching the younger man dutifully surrender to his will.
Gabriel tossed Peter's belt to the floor, his hand now moving up to cup Peter's tender arousal, stroking and kneading until he had Peter keening in desperation. Peter's lips broke away from Gabriel, a slow moan slipping out of him, as his head lolled back. He threw his back against the edge of the table as his hands moved to press roughly...demandingly...into Gabriel's shoulders, his hips moving forward to feel more of the other man's deft touch against him.
"Peter..."Gabriel groaned, his own hips bucking forward as Peter's fevered sounds seemed to be pulling all rational thought from his mind. "...tell me how dirty you are."
Peter moved his hands behind him to steady himself against the table. He snorted heavily, head dipping backwards as his chest arched forward. "I'm...I'm not d-dirty..."
No, Peter was not dirty, everything about this experience with the young man completely cleansing every single time. Peter's passion was like a warm bath in holy redemption and Gabriel knew that one baptism was certainly not enough for salvation in Peter's waters...
Gabriel roughly jutted his hands out to grip onto Peter's hips, lowering his head onto the young man's shoulder as he released a strangulated cry. When had he first touched Peter...known how alive and expressive Peter could be with his sounds...was it during their first intimacy or during their second meeting in Mohinder's apartment...? Why was it important to know...to make sense of it all? He hushed himself mentally...only the man before him right now mattered... as he began to lift Peter's hips up onto the table...Peter helped him...Peter always helped him...
Gabriel watched as Peter quietly lowered his scorching form down in front of the taller man...his eyes were firmly trained on Gabriel, calling to Gabriel like a blazing siren's song, urging Gabriel to fill him...Peter was like a virgin every single time, lips parted in gasps and moans of surprise, and every time he willingly relinquished his virtue to Gabriel's demands.
Gabriel gave an impassioned grunt, furiously unbuttoning his pants and tearing them down his hips with force, kicking off his shoes as he violently moved towards Peter's withering, prostrate form. He drew one long leg up on the table against Peter's slick hip before allowing his other leg to join him until he was satisfyingly straddling the young man beneath him.
Peter stretched his arms up in a rather innocent manner...a softer expression settling on his features...trying to coax Gabriel's soft, full lips back down towards his own. Gabriel consented to his wishes, collapsing on top of Peter, while meshing scorching bodies and tangled limbs. Gabriel's lips found the other man's as he once again feverishly continued to press himself against Peter again and again.
Peter was grabbing fistfuls of Gabriel's shirt, straining to bring Gabriel as close to his trembling form as possible. Peter's deep grunts and breathy moans were reaching Gabriel's ears with every deep intake he took of Peter's blazing, passionately twisting lips.
Gabriel released Peter for a moment, gasping as he tried to catch his breath. He pressed his forehead down firmly against Peter's, relishing the coolness of the other man's perspiration against the fever of his own. Gabriel moved his deft fingers down to the button on Peter's pants, watching closely as Peter nodded and writhed under him, the young man's hips giving a spastic jerk as Gabriel released him. With an arch of Peter's back, Gabriel slipped the young man's pants down his legs, stopping at the crook of his knees.
It was enough for what he wanted to do. And that was to have Peter hard and fast. For a moment, he toyed with the idea that Peter was his teenage date...a pure, innocent young man who had trusted Gabriel to be good to him...and Gabriel would be very good to him. He would corrupt Peter...watch Peter's beautiful face as his innocence slipped away from his abandoning features...every moan urging Gabriel to feed him the apple...to experience all the pleasure...all the pain...that came with knowing.
The thought made his sensitive area pulse with need. Gabriel dipped his arousal down and pressed it onto Peter's warm stomach, just below his bellybutton. The taller man gave a slow moan from the contact...so warm, so intimate... his eyes flashing open to watch as Peter's fluttered shut, eyelashes kissing his cheeks in excitement for Gabriel's actions. Gabriel wrapped firm fingers around himself as he dragged his arousal in small, tantalizing circles around Peter's tightening, burning stomach. Gabriel let out a raspy groan, his broad shoulders shuddering and slumping forward. He watched as Peter continued to grasp at his shirt, bringing his hands up to claw against Gabriel's covered back.
Gabriel felt his face flush a burning crimson as his arousal throbbed in his hand...he wanted to bury himself completely inside of Peter, Peter's imperfectly perfect lips parting and letting out the most precious, wanton murmurs of excitement...but soon all thoughts were rendered meaningless as Peter moved his own hand to wrap around Gabriel's, coaxing the other man's large hand away until only Peter's squeezed around the tender, scorched flesh.
Gabriel's eyes widened in adoration as Peter gave him a small tug, persuading Gabriel to shift his hips towards Peter's mouth. Gabriel willingly moved his hips forward as he brought his legs further up the table, his form already giving small tremors from the thought of what the beautiful young man beneath him was promising.
A choked sob grated past Gabriel's throat, his hands clenching into fists as they burned on the top of the table. The feel of Peter softly pressing firm kisses against the tip of his arousal before working the warm lips of his mouth down towards the base was completely undoing. Gabriel brought his hands up to twist and grip onto Peter's hair; his fingers clinging and pulling at the thickness of the locks. He tightly shut his eyes, shots of pleasure rippling through his sensitive area before billowing up through his chest and mind.
Peter was the only one who could take Gabriel's damned soul to heaven with every touch. This was pure ecstasy...the sensation of Peter's tongue caressing up and down his throbbing flesh; alternating between firm and feathery kisses. Gabriel was moaning in complete abandonment now, eyes screwed shut and jaw set furiously, snorts and grunts spurting heatedly from his nose.
"Oh god, Peter..." Gabriel rasped, as he felt his long legs begin to tremble. He gave another loud cry as Peter whispered kisses over Gabriel again and again. Gabriel sucked in a deep breath, his lungs aching from the lack of air in the room, his nerve-endings screaming from the prolonged stimulation.
Gabriel wrenched his eyes open in order to watch Peter's face. The young man's eyes were tightly shut, his face set in concentration as he finally encompassed Gabriel's pulsating arousal fully into his hot, scalding mouth. Peter dragged his mouth up and down, again and again, until Gabriel nearly came undone; deep waves of pleasure crashing upon the shore of his body. His hands continued to pull at Peter's dark hair in vehement ferocity.
There was a deep and pleasured coiling in Gabriel's lower regions; his stomach beginning to feel the twisting smolder of light spasms. Peter's lips were like fire, the deep intakes of his mouth against Gabriel's sensitive area like bolts of white hot lightening.
Peter was giving soft, muffled moans...Gabriel gave another stifled groan at the feel of the vibrations against his arousal. Peter appeared to be coming undone as well, his own hips giving small thrusts into the air as if hoping that Gabriel would soon find him; allowing Peter to release all the pent-up wants that were also building within him.
The taller man allowed Peter to slip his mouth away from him slowly. Peter's head slumped against the table, a wild look blazing in his eyes. God, Peter's eyes... eyes that burned hotter than any earthly flame; they seared into Gabriel's soul until it was purified of all blackness by the fires of redemption...these moments before having Peter fully were like sweet purgatory in which all Gabriel's unworthiness tapered away under that scorching gaze.
Peter's chest was heaving as he tried to desperately suck in lost air; his hands moving to sensuously slide up Gabriel's slick hips. He cast Gabriel another heated glance as he roughly bit at his bottom lip, a small moan bubbling forth. Peter needed him too...oh god...
Gabriel moved his sweat-slicked body down across Peter's with agonizingly slow intensity; their forms becoming like shadows in the darkening apartment. Gabriel continued to slide himself, twisting and grunting, down the silhouette of Peter's arching chest.
His sensitive area was urging him to drive into Peter relentlessly...he pushed Peter's pants a bit lower and used his knees to spread Peter's legs, a new and more powerful hunger roaring in his chest. He watched Peter closely, delighting in the way that Peter's head was thrashing back in obvious anticipation; his hands fisting at his sides in desperation.
He took a moment to think if Peter was his innocent young date...the fantasy oddly compelling as he imagined pushing into Peter for the very first time; the apple tasting sweet as its juices pooled down the young man's body...his moans of surprise turning to heated screams of knowledge. The teasing kisses and flirting touches of before were nothing compared to what the ultimate forbidden fruit offered...and now Peter would know what real pleasure was and would always remember that it had been Gabriel that had unlocked it within him.
Gabriel brought his hips down and slowly moved into Peter's body, a loud rumble vibrating through his chest. Peter gave a short cry...but this was not the first time that Gabriel had taken him and Gabriel knew that Peter's discomfort would not last long. Still, Gabriel noted Peter's need to take a moment to recover from the overwhelming sensations...he recognized such needs in Peter now and the thought comforted him greatly...as he dipped his lips to Peter's ear, whispering soft affections while lightly stroking the young man's damp hair.
He felt Peter give a small nod...he was ready...and Gabriel began to rock his hips back and forth in their familiar, learned rhythm. Peter knew how to match his speed, moving to meet him pound for pound, but Gabriel burned to quicken the pace. He gripped tightly onto Peter's hips and created a new tempo...the rocking turned into pounding, the slow gentle movements turned rough and desperate, and Peter's hips were now jolting off the table as Gabriel drove into him; giving him punishing thrusts again and again.
This was the salvation that Peter always brought him...the young man's precious abandonment so beautiful, his moans increasing with intensity; his fingers digging into Gabriel's back, his arms still covered by the stimulating fabric of his shirt but his chest was bare. Gabriel's nerves were burning with stimulation as the two men's hips continued to meet again and again, each time they slammed against each other an uncontrolled supernova threatened to explode within them.
"Ah...Gabriel..." Peter cried out, his eyes sliding shut as his mouth parted in pure bliss; his legs were beginning to tremble and shake from where they gripped onto Gabriel's hips. Gabriel could feel his stomach twisting into knots, wave upon wave of pleasure making him arch and cry out for the release that only Peter could grant. He could feel Peter's arousal throbbing and trapped in-between the scorching skin of their stomachs, all of Gabriel's manic thrusts rubbing and kneading the flesh there. This was passion...messy, fast, rough, hard passion...and Gabriel loved it...his hips were near spastic, every drive jolting Peter against him; each thrust hitting something deep within Peter that was making him scream.
Another wave of ecstasy shot through Gabriel's body as he dipped his head towards his heaving chest, moaning Peter's name into the settling darkness.
Peter's hands clung to other man's hips...fingers digging into them; both of the men's skin burning white from the demanding grip...he was helping Gabriel to pound into him stroke for stroke. The young man's face was furrowed and his jaw tightly set. His sweat-slicked chest repeatedly arched into Gabriel's, his face and chest now flushing a deep red. Gabriel could see that Peter was nearing his edge, his vocalizations now spilling from his lips uncensored. Peter was like that during intimacy...he never cared about appearing vulnerable; he was so assured in love, in the fires of passion, in the soft caresses of adoration...that to hold back would be unthinkable. So instead every desperate cry, every needing moan, every unfiltered ecstasy, every call of his lover's name would burn past his shaking lips...for indeed, he was never ashamed to love with every fiber of his being and let go entirely.
It was why Gabriel loved him so much.
Gabriel felt so unbearably overheated, pushing into Peter's body as deeply as he could go, rushing forward to hit all the angles that made Peter cry out and arch, trying to reign in his own growing tremors from consuming him too soon.
It was all becoming too much, too fast, too hard...and Peter was about to bite into the apple. Peter's body was trembling with light spasms now...his lips parting as his head dipped backward...there was a realization now as his teeth sank into the fruit that something beautiful and powerful was burning just around the corner...this was all so new, so indescribable...the spilling juices mixing with tears...the beauty of his first climax now touching him...
Gabriel cried out as he felt Peter tightening around him; the young man's body arching up off the table. His spasms had reached a fever pitch as he thrust his quivering hands up to bury into Gabriel's thick hair. Peter shut his eyes tightly, his stomach contracting rapidly as his lips parted and he shouted, "God, Gabriel...my god...I love..."
But then these words were stifled, whether self-conscious of Gabriel's earlier admonishments or not, as he bit down hard on Gabriel's shoulder, effectively muffling his own roars. He was snorting heatedly through his nose; grunts and gasps bursting forth as his trembles began to slowly cool and quiet.
It was all too much, all of it...Peter was making him drunk on pleasure...he was stronger than any hunger...Peter was pulling Gabriel into the supernova he had created with his eruption, and the once dominant man had no choice now but to submit to Peter. Gabriel had always thought he could draw the devil out of Peter, but in reality it was Peter that drew everything from Gabriel...everything beautiful...so intensely beautiful...
And...god... the spasms blazed through him now, as his stomach tightened powerfully before releasing all the pressure...all the tension...in one final thrust. His climax beat upon him like angry waves, drowning him in pleasure as he arched his back into the air, his form shaking and his lips parting so that choked grunts could rain down upon Peter. It was all so beautiful...and he loved Peter so much...his head falling down to his chest as his form quivered, his knees buckled and he collapsed atop of Peter in utter exhaustion.
"Oh god, Peter..." Gabriel gasped, clutching either side of Peter's face in his hands and drawing Peter's mouth to his again and again; drinking deeply from Peter but never quenching his thirst. He could taste himself still on Peter's shivering lips...he permeated Peter in every manner, claimed him, marked him with these actions tonight. "You're so beautiful, Peter...so beautiful...good god..."
"Oh, Gabriel..." Peter moaned softly, pressing his lips firmly against Gabriel's, both their damp hair slipping down their warm faces and crushing into their mouths.
It was so warm...a pleasant haze had permeated the room...as the air hung thick with their lovemaking. Gabriel was content to never move again; breathing in deeply before exhaling...his warm breath burning against Peter's lightly trembling chest.
"Wow, Gabriel that was...oh..." Peter whispered, his eyes wide with satisfaction; his hands coming up to instinctively wrap around Gabriel for comfort.
Gabriel gave a pleased chuckle, bringing his hands down to gently stroke Peter's damp hair. "Mmmmm..." He murmured, pressing his forehead down against Peter's chest and taking in a deep breath of his masculine scent. "I can feel your heartbeat...it's so fast still..." Gabriel smiled, turning his head so that his ear rested against the slamming thump of Peter's racing heart.
Peter nodded, still seeming to be at a loss of words. His breathing still had a slight hitch to it and Gabriel wished to make him speak; knowing his voice would be beautifully dark and raspy as it usually was after intimacy.
"I thought about you being my date while we were together..." Gabriel murmured, his head rising up and down to the motions of Peter's chest. "It was your first time. But you were a natural."
Peter gave a light chuckle, his hands stroking the back of Gabriel's damp shirt gently. "Oh, Gabriel...what am I gonna do with you?"
Gabriel gave a soft chuckle...he had so many ideas for what Peter could do with him, but he was too exhausted to suggest any of them right now... "Don't worry. I'll still respect you in the morning."
Peter gave a small smile, his hands moving up to play with Gabriel's dark hair. "That's a relief." But the smile slowly slipped off of his face as his words grew serious, "But it's true, Gabriel. It's always so...new...so very new when I'm with you. I...need that."
Gabriel felt his own heart skip a beat as he gave a small grin...Peter's heart still resounding against his ear...it was slowly quieting...the rapid pounding becoming gentle thuds. Gabriel liked feeling new...he liked that he could make Peter feel new too. But all Gabriel's thoughts had led him to wonder...what if he and Peter had met while both had truly been new? Not new in a physical sense, but in every sense. If they had met before Peter had any reason to believe that he and Gabriel shouldn't fall in love someday.
He decided to broach the question, Peter's words evoking a calm confidence within him...and all of the supposing had left him wondering...and he always liked to know. "What do you think actually would've happened? If we had met when we were younger, I mean."
Peter went quiet, obviously not expecting Gabriel to have asked such an unusual question. Gabriel held his breath, a bit unsure if he had said the wrong thing for a moment. It was a slightly wearisome thing to have to keep wondering...but that was his fault as well, and he couldn't blame Peter for that.
Gabriel watched Peter's face questioningly, and was relieved to see the young man's small smile reappear, "I don't know...would you have tried to get me into bed?" Peter teased.
Gabriel chuckled, but gave a small shake of his head. His teenage self was definitely nowhere close to being confident with relationships...or any form of intimacy, for that matter. "No...no, definitely not." After a moment's thought, he added, "You would've had to say hi to me first before we could've even been friends. I would've been too shy...you must've always been very kind though. I bet you were nice to the shy kids."
He had an image of young Peter walking down the school steps, as Gabriel watched him...as the tall, young man had done every single day...wishing that handsome Peter would say hello, flash him a grin, anything to suggest that Peter knew that Gabriel even existed.
It would have had to have been Peter that said hi first, that sat down to talk with Gabriel. Gabriel had been too shy and Peter was someone whom everyone liked and noticed. But Peter had a sensitive soul...a loving heart...and Gabriel could almost imagine Peter stopping one day and sitting down on the ledge of the steps next to Gabriel...looking at Gabriel with big hazel eyes...eyes that had never had reason to fear him, reason to hate him, reason to wish they had never met...and Peter would ask Gabriel his name.
Maybe they would've been friends first and Gabriel could've gotten to know all the sides of Peter that it had taken him such a long time to know in reality. Peter could be funny and light-hearted around Gabriel because it would have been safe to have done so since the beginning. Maybe eventually, Peter would let Gabriel hold his hand...would let Gabriel wrap his arm around Peter's shoulders...would let Gabriel steal a chaste kiss. But it would have to be Peter who would overcome Gabriel's shy, angry nature that cut himself off from love because he knew deep inside that he had never deserved it. But it would all build beautifully; until Peter took Gabriel one day and kissed him...really kissed him. And Gabriel would respond and all his angers and frustrations and self-doubts would vanish as Peter finally led him into the bedroom. And Peter wouldn't have felt ashamed that he had wanted the killer...because Gabriel had never killed so there would be nothing wrong with Peter's love. And Peter wouldn't ask Gabriel to leave again and again only to be pulled into the same nightmarish cycle of wanting Gabriel but wanting Gabriel to go away, because in this reality Peter only wanted Gabriel to stay. They would make love and Peter would've saved Gabriel...saved Gabriel in so many ways that neither would ever fully understand.
And Peter wouldn't be afraid...wouldn't be guilt-ridden...to introduce Gabriel to Angela. And Angela would treat Gabriel like her own son...why wouldn't she love the man that brought Peter so much happiness.
And years later, they would be here, lying on the kitchen table, holding each other in the tender aftermath of their lovemaking. Only, neither man would have deep scars gashed across their souls...Peter's clipped wings wouldn't still need tender mending for they had never been sheared...and Gabriel would be able to say I love you and not worry that he would be punished for finally letting go and admitting that he did deserve love.
"Would you have said hi, Peter?" Gabriel murmured, his voice still far away as his mind drifted through his lucid thoughts.
"Gabriel," Peter chuckled, a little too roughly. "I don't know."
Gabriel pouted, his thoughts returning to the reality of the moment. "I guess you're right. I just wondered if you still would've liked me, that's all."
Peter gave a slow nod, but Gabriel could see his smile turning impish to banish their discontented feelings. "Well, what do you want me to say? Yes...I would've liked you...in fact; we would've made out under the bleachers for hours."
Gabriel laughed and nodded...Peter was teasing him, none of that was real, but the image was quite amusing anyway. He brought his lips back down to capture Peter's, a warmth seeping into him as Peter matched the sweetness of the kiss; pressing their cooling forms flesh against each other while softly searching.
"I knew it..." Gabriel whispered, his own teasing quality returning. "I knew you were secretly dirty..."
"I'm not dirty." Peter responded, with his usual playful defiance, before his own voice lowered and he murmured, "...unless I'm with you..."
Gabriel gave a soft moan; the final admittance...that he was the only one Peter would be dirty for...had his stomach fluttering.
But Gabriel still couldn't help but wonder...what if young Gabriel and young Peter had met...before there were powers, and hunger, and confusion, and blood, and betrayal, and anger, and hatred...if they had met before all of that, what would have happened? He would probably never get an honest answer out of Peter right now...even though both were simply innocent boys then, it was still the past. And Peter didn't like talking about the past.
