[ His smile returns, warm as he relaxes a little. Any anxiousness calms when Peter takes his wrist, and when the other man shifts to accommodate him, he takes him up on the offer, settling between his legs. It's at once more intimate and comfortably anonymous, bodies touching, warm and solid, without needing to hold eye contact throughout.
Not that he has a problem with eye contact on principle, but it's occurring to Jeff that they hardly know each other, and this is so intimate, that maybe the little barrier of turning around will keep things from getting awkward.
He leans his head back, against the other man, looking up at him with a sunny grin. ]
[ Looks like. He returns the smile, but his eyes narrow just a little. ] You must get away with murder with that face.
[ And likely Peter will fall victim to it, too. What a terrible demise, huh? It's with that warm thought he is spurred into action, spreading soapy hands along the man's shoulders and down his neck since all he can really reach right now is his front. ]
[ He laughs, light and musical, and maybe there's some ghost of the boy he used to be shining through. The kid who could've had everything, once upon a time.
But then he seems to sober a little, the ghost fading away as he shuts his eyes and hums softly under Peter's touch. ]
It's gotten me out of trouble a time or two. Probably gotten me in trouble, too.
[ Opening his eyes again, he looks up at the other man with genuine curiosity. ]
What about you? You seem like a guy who's never had a problem handling trouble.
Best way to handle it's not to go looking. [ His youth was troublesome enough. After that a simple life was all the trouble he wished for. ] But with my job that's not always possible.
[ Now, to fabricate the perfect, believable lie. ]
Sometimes you have to wrestle an elk to the ground during mating season.
Hard to say. [ HA HAHAHA eat it up, Jeff. ] I didn't wait to find out. I grabbed him by his antlers, so I could stay in control of his head. Then, once I was in position, I used my weight to drag him down off his feet. Once they're down, it's hard for them to get back up. Their legs are so thin.
[ It gets harder and harder to keep a straight face with every new thought he spits out as truth. But he's doin' pretty good! ]
[ Peter responds with a noncommittal hum, keeping his attention undivided on Jeff's body. He's free to think whatever he wants; it's not like that evil he's bitching about is scaring the man away.
So, instead of encouraging this behavior, Peter changes tactics by pouring out a dollop of the fairy equivalent of shampoo in his hands and lathering up his short dark hair. He lets the pads of his fingers massage back and forth along his scalp and down his neck. hen they move back up, scrubbing over where they left off. ]
[ Peter's tactic is a winning one-- though, to be fair, Jeff's so easily distracted that Peter also could've diverted his attention by just pointing to the fireflies, but. Shh.
Jeff practically goes pliant under his touch, dipping his head down a little to give Peter ample access to his neck and hair. And he's definitely receptive to it, judging by the soft exhale of breath, the way his shoulders relax. Now there's less of that odd, slightly awkward awareness of the fact that they're practically strangers and they're already naked and bathing together, underscoring everything. As Peter scrubs his fingers through his hair, Jeff's reaching down to settle his hands on the other man's knees, sliding back, up his thighs, getting nice and familiar in his exploration.
...
Because even when he's being pampered, he can barely sit still, it seems. ]
[ Hey, at least he's quiet now. Peter doesn't have to think three steps ahead anymore; he can enjoy the quiet and the view with Jeff. Although, with the way he's fidgeting, that might not be a very long stretch. ]
Lift an arm up for me. [ Once he does as he's told, Peter covers all that lean muscle in frothy suds all the way down to his fingers. ]
[ To Jeff's credit, he can at least follow directions. For as fidgety and chatty as he is, there's a natural sort of willingness to listen. It's not submission, exactly, so much as a people pleasing nature. Kind of like a puppy.
He's a six foot tall puppy.
And look, even as he's lifting his arm and letting the other man explore his body as if it belongs to him, he looks back at Peter like he's about to say something...
Then actually keeps quiet! Look, Jeff's learning.
Well.
He's sort of learning. After offering his other arm, he can't help but chat.
Bards, man. It's how they roll. ]
You have really nice hands.
[ It's just a simple truth. Those hands are strong, and gentle, and touching him so nicely that it's taking all his will not to turn around and jump the other man. Patience, Jeff. It's a virtue. ]
Thank you. [ LUL, he totally knows how awesome his hands are, but it's still nice to hear it. Even better that Jeff is so entranced it took him a second try to get his mouth moving again. ]
You've got some nice bits and pieces goin' on yourself...
[ Oh stop, sssstttooooppp, he can't possibly take the flattery--
Just kidding, Jeff practically beams and it's a wonder he doesn't actually preen at the compliment. He does, however, turn to practically straddle the other man, placing one long, lean leg on either side of Peter's, hands resting on muscled shoulders, then sliding in until he can stroke that bearded jaw with his thumbs.
Now you're trapped, buddy. ]
Oh good. [ He lightly bumps his forehead against Peter's, corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous grin. ] I aim to please.
[ Does he need to sit still anymore, or can he kiss Peter again? WELL, he's going to move in for it regardless. ]
[ Hey, there. Peter won't say no to this kind of reception, even if he is covered in suds. His arms wrap loosely around Jeff, palms spread wide across the man's back. ]
Mm, He kisses Jeff sweetly, pulling away at the speed of molasses. Then his dark eyes meet Jeff's to tell him something very important.
You have— [ God, Peter can barely keep a giggle out of his words. ] so much shampoo in your hair.
[ It's so unfair to switch gears like that while he's still all happy brain-foggy from kissing! In fact, Jeff has to take a few seconds to process what Peter's saying, blinking, looking perplexed, before it clicks and he lets out a laugh. ]
Hey, man...
[ he's just gonna run a hand through his hair, gathering some nice soapy suds, and then drags his fingers through the other man's hair. Is it hygienic to transfer used shampoo like that? WHO CARES. Not like they're not gonna rinse off soon anyway. ]
[ Peter puts up no resistance, that is until Jeff is done with his unconventional attack. Time for retaliation! A big hand envelopes Jeff's handsome dumb face and pushes him off his lap and into the water.
[ Wow, so mean!! Jeff tumbles back into the water and reemerges, sputtering and wiping water from his face. But hey, he takes the BRUTAL ATTACK with good humor, laughing and smiling. ]
I take it back. Those hands are vicious bear paws!
[ Jeff pulls out yet another big laugh from Peter with that bizarre description. He may set a new record at this rate—three or four guffaws on a first date.
He follows the man into the deeper parts of the baths, dipping his head back to get rid of the shampoo in his hair. ]
Guess I'll have to keep 'em to myself then.
[ What a shame! And he was just starting to enjoy manhandling Jeff. Tsk tsk. ]
[ how dare you, sir. Though, if Jeff knew this was a record, he'd be pretty proud of himself.
INSTEAD, he makes a little groan when Peter decides to keep his bear paws to himself. ]
C'mon. You're not gonna make me beg.
[ He has his dignity, much as he wants to be manhandled. Instead, he's going to use all the powers of provocation he picked up as a middle child in a family full of boys. Only... he's going to apply them to sexy ends, so maybe that's not a good comparison to draw it to.
In any case, Jeff moves close to Peter and gets a little touchy himself, feeling the other man from his chest, and on down beneath the water's surface. He does steer clear of the dick, though, only getting close enough to tease and frustrate, fingers brushing inner thighs and the dip of the pelvis. ]
[ Peter is happy to be touched, body tingling as the man's hands slide along his thighs. The problem is he's got Jeff's number now. ]
Yeah? [ He doesn't bother putting his hands on the other man; he doesn't need to. His dark brown eyes simply bore into Jeff. ] I bet I could make you do anything I want.
[ Jeff may be doing the touching here, but he might as well be the one getting groped for how easily Peter draws a reaction from him. It's not just what he says that makes Jeff's fingers stop their teasing exploration; it's the look in his eyes. The confidence and certainty.
Jeff's pretty sure that he's right, and it feels kind of nice admitting it-- to himself, anyway. To Peter, all he can do is meet those dark brown eyes, trying to project a playful skepticism, like it's not obvious that Peter's clearly on the right track here. ]
Oh... [ He lifts his hand to brush his thumb against the other man's collarbone, fondly, fingers settling at the nape of his neck. ] Now that's a pretty bold claim.
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[ His smile returns, warm as he relaxes a little. Any anxiousness calms when Peter takes his wrist, and when the other man shifts to accommodate him, he takes him up on the offer, settling between his legs. It's at once more intimate and comfortably anonymous, bodies touching, warm and solid, without needing to hold eye contact throughout.
Not that he has a problem with eye contact on principle, but it's occurring to Jeff that they hardly know each other, and this is so intimate, that maybe the little barrier of turning around will keep things from getting awkward.
He leans his head back, against the other man, looking up at him with a sunny grin. ]
Looks like this works.
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[ And likely Peter will fall victim to it, too. What a terrible demise, huh? It's with that warm thought he is spurred into action, spreading soapy hands along the man's shoulders and down his neck since all he can really reach right now is his front. ]
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But then he seems to sober a little, the ghost fading away as he shuts his eyes and hums softly under Peter's touch. ]
It's gotten me out of trouble a time or two. Probably gotten me in trouble, too.
[ Opening his eyes again, he looks up at the other man with genuine curiosity. ]
What about you? You seem like a guy who's never had a problem handling trouble.
[ Got any crazy stories to share? ]
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[ Now, to fabricate the perfect, believable lie. ]
Sometimes you have to wrestle an elk to the ground during mating season.
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[ Some self deprecating humor there. Totally not serious!
....
Totally.
Jeff sits up a little and twists to look at Peter, wide eyed and totally believing that lie. ]
Get the fuck outta here! Really? Did he think you were, like... a lady elk or a romantic rival?
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[ It gets harder and harder to keep a straight face with every new thought he spits out as truth. But he's doin' pretty good! ]
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...then what happened? Was the elk okay? Did you tame him?
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Yes. Our souls bonded and he had to acknowledge me as his master, granting me three wishes.
[ Okay, he's gotta help the man out here because this is going too far and he's running out of ideas. ]
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You dick.
[ But he says it fondly. ]
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[ A beat, before he adds: ]
Even if you are using your powers for evil.
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So, instead of encouraging this behavior, Peter changes tactics by pouring out a dollop of the fairy equivalent of shampoo in his hands and lathering up his short dark hair. He lets the pads of his fingers massage back and forth along his scalp and down his neck. hen they move back up, scrubbing over where they left off. ]
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Jeff practically goes pliant under his touch, dipping his head down a little to give Peter ample access to his neck and hair. And he's definitely receptive to it, judging by the soft exhale of breath, the way his shoulders relax. Now there's less of that odd, slightly awkward awareness of the fact that they're practically strangers and they're already naked and bathing together, underscoring everything. As Peter scrubs his fingers through his hair, Jeff's reaching down to settle his hands on the other man's knees, sliding back, up his thighs, getting nice and familiar in his exploration.
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Because even when he's being pampered, he can barely sit still, it seems. ]
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Lift an arm up for me. [ Once he does as he's told, Peter covers all that lean muscle in frothy suds all the way down to his fingers. ]
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He's a six foot tall puppy.
And look, even as he's lifting his arm and letting the other man explore his body as if it belongs to him, he looks back at Peter like he's about to say something...
Then actually keeps quiet! Look, Jeff's learning.
Well.
He's sort of learning. After offering his other arm, he can't help but chat.
Bards, man. It's how they roll. ]
You have really nice hands.
[ It's just a simple truth. Those hands are strong, and gentle, and touching him so nicely that it's taking all his will not to turn around and jump the other man. Patience, Jeff. It's a virtue. ]
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You've got some nice bits and pieces goin' on yourself...
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Just kidding, Jeff practically beams and it's a wonder he doesn't actually preen at the compliment. He does, however, turn to practically straddle the other man, placing one long, lean leg on either side of Peter's, hands resting on muscled shoulders, then sliding in until he can stroke that bearded jaw with his thumbs.
Now you're trapped, buddy. ]
Oh good. [ He lightly bumps his forehead against Peter's, corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous grin. ] I aim to please.
[ Does he need to sit still anymore, or can he kiss Peter again? WELL, he's going to move in for it regardless. ]
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Mm, He kisses Jeff sweetly, pulling away at the speed of molasses. Then his dark eyes meet Jeff's to tell him something very important.
You have— [ God, Peter can barely keep a giggle out of his words. ] so much shampoo in your hair.
[ HAaaaAAAa, you look so cute, Jeff! ]
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Hey, man...
[ he's just gonna run a hand through his hair, gathering some nice soapy suds, and then drags his fingers through the other man's hair. Is it hygienic to transfer used shampoo like that? WHO CARES. Not like they're not gonna rinse off soon anyway. ]
Now we match.
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handsomedumb face and pushes him off his lap and into the water.Don't match anymore now, do we? ]
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I take it back. Those hands are vicious bear paws!
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He follows the man into the deeper parts of the baths, dipping his head back to get rid of the shampoo in his hair. ]
Guess I'll have to keep 'em to myself then.
[ What a shame! And he was just starting to enjoy manhandling Jeff. Tsk tsk. ]
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INSTEAD, he makes a little groan when Peter decides to keep his bear paws to himself. ]
C'mon. You're not gonna make me beg.
[ He has his dignity, much as he wants to be manhandled. Instead, he's going to use all the powers of provocation he picked up as a middle child in a family full of boys. Only... he's going to apply them to sexy ends, so maybe that's not a good comparison to draw it to.
In any case, Jeff moves close to Peter and gets a little touchy himself, feeling the other man from his chest, and on down beneath the water's surface. He does steer clear of the dick, though, only getting close enough to tease and frustrate, fingers brushing inner thighs and the dip of the pelvis. ]
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Yeah? [ He doesn't bother putting his hands on the other man; he doesn't need to. His dark brown eyes simply bore into Jeff. ] I bet I could make you do anything I want.
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Jeff's pretty sure that he's right, and it feels kind of nice admitting it-- to himself, anyway. To Peter, all he can do is meet those dark brown eyes, trying to project a playful skepticism, like it's not obvious that Peter's clearly on the right track here. ]
Oh... [ He lifts his hand to brush his thumb against the other man's collarbone, fondly, fingers settling at the nape of his neck. ] Now that's a pretty bold claim.
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