"Hey, it's Peter. I can't answer the phone, so just leave a message. If this is Nathan... I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean to spill coffee on your shirt five years ago. Just drop it already!"



[OOC: For mun or muse]

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]


Nathan slotted some coins into the vending machine of the staff cafeteria and selected a Red Bull from the menu. He was rostered on to a rotation of nights, and he was smack in the middle of the stint. The thing was, he just always had difficulty sleeping in the day with working nights. Some shift workers just did and Nathan was one of them. His mind just thought it should be up in the day light hours, even if he had been up all night. So, needless to say, he hadn't slept too soundly during the day, but he still had to get through the night ahead of him. Red Bull and coffee really were gifts from the gods. Red Bull might not give him wings, as the slogan went, but it definitely gave him a push to get through his shift.

( He had decided to come in a little earlier that evening, though.Collapse )

The sex was hot, and it was sweaty, and as far as Randy was concerned, it was awesome. Peter had come home from work after seven back-to-back shifts in an extremely horny mood. In fact, 'extremely' probably wasn't even an accurate enough description. He was just hot for it, and Randy's text books had no hope. It was probably the high of realising he had four days off ahead of him mixed with the fact he and Randy hadn't seen much of each other that week. Randy wasn't going to complain in any way, shape or form. She had decided around three days ago that she was being left alone with her own thoughts entirely too much. Far, far too much. It was even more prominent with Mel pretty much basically already living with Nate, all they needed to do was shift her stuff. Mel's little issue wasn't helping either. Randy was sure it was sending her completely bonkers. It had to be some sort of twin empathy or mojo that was making her go crazy like this. There was no other sound explanation without driving herself to the nearest shrink for an immediate assessment.

"I want one," Randy found falling from her lips as Peter rolled off her in a sweaty heap and started to get rid of the condom so they could snuggle. She ran her palm over her sweat-slicked belly and turned her messy blonde head on the pillow to look at him, lips pressed together. His hair was sticking up in all directions from where she had her fingers gripped in the thick locks when he went down on her as soon as he got home. His well-toned body had a slick sheen all over it, and he was panting from exertion. And all she could think about was one thing... which was so, so fucking wrong, it wasn't even funny.

( Peter didn't much care about his messy hair.Collapse )

5.14. "And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you."
Dangerous Liasons

Co-written with randybyname
[Follows THIS]


Peter swept his hand down Randy's bare back as he lay next to her on the bed and smiled. Truth was she was beautiful all the time, but he really did think she was gorgeous covered in a post-coital glow. They'd made it a little way up the hall before he followed through on the hallway sex, then they'd taken a short break while Peter found something to eat, and Randy spoke to her sister. He hadn't wanted to pry too much, but she seemed content to relay what was going on. He still couldn't quite believe Mel had fallen pregnant, and it did make him wonder what it would be like to have a kid with Randy.

( His fingers traced patterns on her lower back, dipping down to touch the soft curve of her ass as he leaned forward to press a kiss against her shoulder and went back to watching her.Collapse )

5.3. "Yes, I do touch. I believe that everyone needs that."
Diana, Princess of Wales

Co-written with chasemd | Afraid to Run 'verse


Peter rolled over, his arm hitting a warm body. It took his mind a moment as it started to wake up to realise he wasn't alone, and he wasn't actually in his own bed. He was back in Princeton after making the drive again when he found out he and Chase's days off matched. They were just going to hang out, but soon they had found themselves caught in a hungry embrace, and getting hot and heated on the sofa. Things were moved into the bedroom, the two of them only stopping briefly to eat, or snooze between rounds. Peter actually couldn't remember the last time he'd spend all night having unbelievably hot sex, and he didn't really care to.

Things with Chase didn't need to be analysed. He was happy just to enjoy them, even if he wasn't entirely sure they were dating, or not. This was only their second time in bed, but he was already starting to get an appetite for it.

( He moved, hand rubbing against Chase's side as he pressed a kiss against the other man's throat.Collapse )


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