just wanted to stay cuddled next to Luka for a while.
“Think you may want to sleep in my room tonight?”
Luka rolled onto his side facing him and didn’t say anything for a minute, and Peter started to get nervous. Had he read too much into this? Yes, Luka had just gotten out of a relationship, but he thought this was going somewhere.
“I’d like that, Peter. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now, what’s the protocol on who gets to be the big spoon and who gets to be the little spoon?” Peter couldn’t actually believe that had come out of his mouth.
Thankfully, Luka took it in his stride and simply pushed Peter over until he faced the other way, and then molded to his back. Okay, it looked like he was going to be the little spoon. Did that mean he was going to be the little spoon in bed always, and in other… activities?
“Stop thinking so hard, Peter. You can be the big spoon later, I’m a switch. Now go to sleep,” Luka mumbled sleepily, throwing a heavy arm over his waist.
Now what did that mean?
Lifting his head, he turned to try and look at his lover. “Luka?”
The only answer he got was a soft snore, and Luka hugged him tighter, like a teddy bear. Maybe he did think too much. Letting his head fall back down to the pillow, Peter sighed and let himself relax into Luka’s warmth.
Chapter Six
Something hard prodded him awake, and he groaned, hitting out at it unthinkingly. Maybe his alarm clock had grown legs just to come and kick him in the back. The evil thing would if it could.
“Oww!”
That didn’t sound like his alarm clock. Even the evil one with legs he didn’t imagine sounded like that. Then he realized that the thing poking him was actually a person. Luka!
“It’s me. God, you’re violent after a nap,” Luka grouched, and Peter turned in time to see Luka wearing a pair of shorts and rubbing his arm.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up and trying to look as if he wasn’t freaking out. He’d slept with Luka. He’d rubbed off with the man, and wanted to touch every inch of the smooth tanned skin on Luka’s body. And he still wanted to touch and taste and let Luka own him, but it was all a bit much to process when his body was still trying to convince him to go back to sleep.
“Relax, Peter. I swear I can see all the thoughts spinning around in your head. I’m not expecting you to roll over and let me mount you,” Luka laughed, sounding thoroughly amused.
“Well, excuse me for not being gay boy of the month when I’m half asleep,” Peter grumbled, scratching his head and falling victim to a big yawn.
“Hey, now. Us gay men don’t vote for gay of the month until the third. We break for the holidays,” Luka played along, rolling his eyes at him as he tried to snuggle back under covers.
Then Luka did something truly evil and cruel; he stood up and ripped the covers away.
“Stop being a slug-a-bed and get your fine ass in the shower.” Being ordered around was kind of hot when Luka had his hands on his hips like that.
Glaring, Peter reluctantly got out of bed and started searching for something to wear that wasn’t ripped so he could go check on Loukas. “And how would you know anything about my ass? I’m not saying it’s not fine, because it is, but you only wish you were that lucky—and can I borrow some shorts to go check on Loukas?”
Smirking, Luka stretched, drawing attention to the way his muscles moved and expanded. Oh, that was cheating. “You flashed me near everything you’ve got yesterday, loverboy, and no need to get dressed. I just looked in on my little pirate mate, and he’s up but happy playing with the parrot, so I think he might fall back to sleep soon. He seems like his dad—loves his bed.”
Ahh yes, Peter had managed to block the flashing incident from his memory. “Was he nibbling on the eyepatch?”
“Uhh, no. He was just cuddling the toy and talking to it, but he seemed happy,” Luka answered, looking confused.
“Think you may want to sleep in my room tonight?”
Luka rolled onto his side facing him and didn’t say anything for a minute, and Peter started to get nervous. Had he read too much into this? Yes, Luka had just gotten out of a relationship, but he thought this was going somewhere.
“I’d like that, Peter. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now, what’s the protocol on who gets to be the big spoon and who gets to be the little spoon?” Peter couldn’t actually believe that had come out of his mouth.
Thankfully, Luka took it in his stride and simply pushed Peter over until he faced the other way, and then molded to his back. Okay, it looked like he was going to be the little spoon. Did that mean he was going to be the little spoon in bed always, and in other… activities?
“Stop thinking so hard, Peter. You can be the big spoon later, I’m a switch. Now go to sleep,” Luka mumbled sleepily, throwing a heavy arm over his waist.
Now what did that mean?
Lifting his head, he turned to try and look at his lover. “Luka?”
The only answer he got was a soft snore, and Luka hugged him tighter, like a teddy bear. Maybe he did think too much. Letting his head fall back down to the pillow, Peter sighed and let himself relax into Luka’s warmth.
Chapter Six
Something hard prodded him awake, and he groaned, hitting out at it unthinkingly. Maybe his alarm clock had grown legs just to come and kick him in the back. The evil thing would if it could.
“Oww!”
That didn’t sound like his alarm clock. Even the evil one with legs he didn’t imagine sounded like that. Then he realized that the thing poking him was actually a person. Luka!
“It’s me. God, you’re violent after a nap,” Luka grouched, and Peter turned in time to see Luka wearing a pair of shorts and rubbing his arm.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up and trying to look as if he wasn’t freaking out. He’d slept with Luka. He’d rubbed off with the man, and wanted to touch every inch of the smooth tanned skin on Luka’s body. And he still wanted to touch and taste and let Luka own him, but it was all a bit much to process when his body was still trying to convince him to go back to sleep.
“Relax, Peter. I swear I can see all the thoughts spinning around in your head. I’m not expecting you to roll over and let me mount you,” Luka laughed, sounding thoroughly amused.
“Well, excuse me for not being gay boy of the month when I’m half asleep,” Peter grumbled, scratching his head and falling victim to a big yawn.
“Hey, now. Us gay men don’t vote for gay of the month until the third. We break for the holidays,” Luka played along, rolling his eyes at him as he tried to snuggle back under covers.
Then Luka did something truly evil and cruel; he stood up and ripped the covers away.
“Stop being a slug-a-bed and get your fine ass in the shower.” Being ordered around was kind of hot when Luka had his hands on his hips like that.
Glaring, Peter reluctantly got out of bed and started searching for something to wear that wasn’t ripped so he could go check on Loukas. “And how would you know anything about my ass? I’m not saying it’s not fine, because it is, but you only wish you were that lucky—and can I borrow some shorts to go check on Loukas?”
Smirking, Luka stretched, drawing attention to the way his muscles moved and expanded. Oh, that was cheating. “You flashed me near everything you’ve got yesterday, loverboy, and no need to get dressed. I just looked in on my little pirate mate, and he’s up but happy playing with the parrot, so I think he might fall back to sleep soon. He seems like his dad—loves his bed.”
Ahh yes, Peter had managed to block the flashing incident from his memory. “Was he nibbling on the eyepatch?”
“Uhh, no. He was just cuddling the toy and talking to it, but he seemed happy,” Luka answered, looking confused.
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