[ Jeff smiles warmly at him, reaching a hand up to touch Peter's face and direct his next kiss right on his boyfriend's lips. This feels right, like they fit just right against each other, even after Jeff had done his best to try and fuck everything up.
...
Unfortunately, Jeff probably tastes like a combination of saltwater and the stale aftermath of a rave-turned-orgy right now, soooo... sorry about that, Peter. ]
And I'm glad you're taking me back. [ He looks Peter in the eyes, quiet for a moment, working himself up to say what's on the tip of his tongue. ] I really like you. I mean. A lot. I like you a lot. Like... A lot a lot, Peter.
I like you, too, babe. A lot a lot. [ He gives Jeff a soft smile and is happily drawn back into that stubbly, stinky kiss. No tongue, though, Jeff. You're a little too ripe for that. ] I've missed waking up beside you the last couple mornings, and I really don't want that to happen again.
[ His smile gets all nice and dreamy when Peter says that. All of that. Liking him a lot a lot, missing him in their bed... ]
I like waking up to your face in the morning. It's my favorite face to wake up to.
[ Okay.
He can say the words. ]
I might've fallen in love with your face.
[ No, wait, NO HE MESSED IT UP. ]
I mean you! I love you! And your face, too, of course, I mean it's part of the package, but it's the package that I've kind of fallen in love with, and-- fuck, I know there's all these unspoken rules about when you can say that to somebody, but that's bullshit, right? Feelings don't happen on a timeline! Fuck the rules! I'm a rebel and I love you!
[ This is why he sticks with this guy, because he's so genuinely silly and Peter can't get enough of it. The one thing he regrets about this moment is that he can't pull his boyfriend into his lap with a suave spin. All he can do is laugh at that airheaded comment. ]
You are ridiculous, and I love it. I love you. I haven't felt like this in a long time.
[ It's okay, Peter, Jeff's got you. Very, very gingerly, he maneuvers himself onto Peter's lap, mindful of his delicate state. He's grinning, and he can't stop, because it feels so freaking awesome to hear Peter say it back to him. ]
Right on.
[ Like he's totally chill and cool and casual, a very level headed dude, even though they both know he isn't. Case in point: his ditzy rant of a love confession just moments ago. ]
It's been a long time for me, too. When I'm with you, it's like... I'm enough, the way I am. [ And the unspoken, implied part is: he hopes Peter feels he's enough as he is, too, despite Jeff pulling some elitist crap over Peter being too normal, back when he was possessed. ]
Also, can you please tell me the story of Peter and the Wolf, because I really have to know what happened!
You're more than enough, babe. In fact, we both know you're way too much.
[ And he says that with all endearing and loving sincerity. Jeff is a man perpetually turned up to eleven emotionally, spiritually, physically. It's wonderful, frustrating, exciting, and it makes him feel young again. ]
Hey, how about you take a shower first, and then I tell you about losing to a giant wolf.
[ Right. It's been days. To his credit, he manages to look chagrined as he realizes just how ripe he must be right now. Jeff taps his forehead against Peter's (in lieu of subjecting him to another "liquor and old sushi" flavored kiss) before disentangling himself from the other man's lap. ]
I'll make it quick. And thorough! A very quick, thorough deep clean! [ Jeff holds up a finger as he starts to walk towards the bathroom. ] Be right back.
[ This gives him time to take another round of painkillers—oh, and get his heart rate back to normal. It's making everything sore as the heavy beat of his pulse aggravates swelling and bruising. Annoying, but Peter wouldn't change it. He's got Jeff back, and that's worth any weird wolf mauling. ]
[ Eager as he is to get back to Peter, Jeff takes a little longer than usual in the shower. After the days he's had, he's positively revolting, so... you know. It takes some extra effort before he feels properly clean again.
Eventually, though, he comes back into the living room in a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt, Soots trailing after him (all casual, like it's just a coincidence that they're heading into the room, and no, he absolutely will not allow Jeff to pet him again until he feels as if his human has been properly chastised by his shunning). ]
So I might have used up all the mouthwash...
[ Which means his mouth finally doesn't taste like a sewer anymore! ]
You need anything, babe?
[ Before it's time to sit down and talk about THE BIG BAD WOLF. ]
[ You know who Soots does sit with? Peter. He jumps right up on the couch and fixes himself in Peter's lap with a quick stretch. ]
Can't think of anything. [ His smile isn't as bright as usual, but that could be because of the painkillers. Or it could be because he's still a little wary of Jeff's change of heart. ]
[ Peter lets him, the feeling in his fingers tingling from the comforting touch. ]
This one especially. Although, it was more of a werewolf. Wrong place, wrong time.
[ After a few pets for Soots, he leans back to look at Jeff eye-to-eye. That thick hair of his is still damp and very conducive to pulling. ]
I put a few bullets in him and he... I guess he transformed back. Called an emergency number and got us both some help. Seemed like a nice guy after that, actually.
[ A small laugh comes out of him, and he immediately regrets it. ]
[ Jeff smiles, because at least the story ended with a nice, responsible werewolf calling for help, instead of, like, death and mayhem. But then he winced in sympathy as Peter is CLEARLY not up for laughing! ]
Is it inappropriate for me to say that although I am a pacifist and I hate guns... the mental image of you shooting a rampaging wolf-man is very attractive?
[ He's only, like, 60% joking. But then, Jeff chews on his lip in thought and then, seriously, adds: ]
Do you think he was, uh... you know. Possessed? By the shadow things.
Yeah? [ In the moment, and the next day, he hadn't thought of it as "attractive" since he had been fighting for his life. But now that he's rehashed it with thoughtful sanitization, yeah, it's pretty damn slick. ]
It might've triggered it. Pushed him over the edge... Bit the hell out of my arm. I'm just glad I didn't have to empty my clip into him.
[ A stranger might not see the subtle shift in Peter's face when the implication finally dawns on him, but Jeff probably does. His eyes widen just a little, his brow slowly rises up. He'd never thought about complications outside of, say, a treatable infection. In this place, he could actually get turned.
He hates this place!]
I... He didn't say anything about... that potential problem.
[ Usually Peter is the comforting one, but right now he needs some reassurance. Jeff, is he going to become a bloodthirsty werewolf?! ]
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Unfortunately, Jeff probably tastes like a combination of saltwater and the stale aftermath of a rave-turned-orgy right now, soooo... sorry about that, Peter. ]
And I'm glad you're taking me back. [ He looks Peter in the eyes, quiet for a moment, working himself up to say what's on the tip of his tongue. ] I really like you. I mean. A lot. I like you a lot. Like... A lot a lot, Peter.
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I like waking up to your face in the morning. It's my favorite face to wake up to.
[ Okay.
He can say the words. ]
I might've fallen in love with your face.
[ No, wait, NO HE MESSED IT UP. ]
I mean you! I love you! And your face, too, of course, I mean it's part of the package, but it's the package that I've kind of fallen in love with, and-- fuck, I know there's all these unspoken rules about when you can say that to somebody, but that's bullshit, right? Feelings don't happen on a timeline! Fuck the rules! I'm a rebel and I love you!
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You are ridiculous, and I love it. I love you. I haven't felt like this in a long time.
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Right on.
[ Like he's totally chill and cool and casual, a very level headed dude, even though they both know he isn't. Case in point: his ditzy rant of a love confession just moments ago. ]
It's been a long time for me, too. When I'm with you, it's like... I'm enough, the way I am. [ And the unspoken, implied part is: he hopes Peter feels he's enough as he is, too, despite Jeff pulling some elitist crap over Peter being too normal, back when he was possessed. ]
Also, can you please tell me the story of Peter and the Wolf, because I really have to know what happened!
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[ And he says that with all endearing and loving sincerity. Jeff is a man perpetually turned up to eleven emotionally, spiritually, physically. It's wonderful, frustrating, exciting, and it makes him feel young again. ]
Hey, how about you take a shower first, and then I tell you about losing to a giant wolf.
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A shower? Why-- ohhhh.
[ Right. It's been days. To his credit, he manages to look chagrined as he realizes just how ripe he must be right now. Jeff taps his forehead against Peter's (in lieu of subjecting him to another "liquor and old sushi" flavored kiss) before disentangling himself from the other man's lap. ]
I'll make it quick. And thorough! A very quick, thorough deep clean! [ Jeff holds up a finger as he starts to walk towards the bathroom. ] Be right back.
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[ This gives him time to take another round of painkillers—oh, and get his heart rate back to normal. It's making everything sore as the heavy beat of his pulse aggravates swelling and bruising. Annoying, but Peter wouldn't change it. He's got Jeff back, and that's worth any weird wolf mauling. ]
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Eventually, though, he comes back into the living room in a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt, Soots trailing after him (all casual, like it's just a coincidence that they're heading into the room, and no, he absolutely will not allow Jeff to pet him again until he feels as if his human has been properly chastised by his shunning). ]
So I might have used up all the mouthwash...
[ Which means his mouth finally doesn't taste like a sewer anymore! ]
You need anything, babe?
[ Before it's time to sit down and talk about THE BIG BAD WOLF. ]
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Can't think of anything. [ His smile isn't as bright as usual, but that could be because of the painkillers. Or it could be because he's still a little wary of Jeff's change of heart. ]
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He returns the dimmed smile, his own still laced through with guilt, and joins Peter on the couch again.
Carefully, this time. Gently, trying to avoid aggravating any injuries (physical and emotional), he reaches for Peter's good hand. ]
So... Wolves, am I right? What assholes...
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This one especially. Although, it was more of a werewolf. Wrong place, wrong time.
[ After a few pets for Soots, he leans back to look at Jeff eye-to-eye. That thick hair of his is still damp and very conducive to pulling. ]
I put a few bullets in him and he... I guess he transformed back. Called an emergency number and got us both some help. Seemed like a nice guy after that, actually.
[ A small laugh comes out of him, and he immediately regrets it. ]
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Is it inappropriate for me to say that although I am a pacifist and I hate guns... the mental image of you shooting a rampaging wolf-man is very attractive?
[ He's only, like, 60% joking. But then, Jeff chews on his lip in thought and then, seriously, adds: ]
Do you think he was, uh... you know. Possessed? By the shadow things.
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It might've triggered it. Pushed him over the edge... Bit the hell out of my arm. I'm just glad I didn't have to empty my clip into him.
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[ Wait. Jeff looks at Peter with renewed concern as the pieces start coming together. ]
Hang on. Peter. You were bitten... by a werewolf...
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He hates this place! ]
I... He didn't say anything about... that potential problem.
[ Usually Peter is the comforting one, but right now he needs some reassurance. Jeff, is he going to become a bloodthirsty werewolf?! ]