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Elliot shifted on the couch and met his best friend’s hypnotizing blue eyes. He was comforted by his words and leaned into his embrace, his head resting against the other’s broad chest now. His arm wrapped tightly around his torso and he sighed. “Okay, good. You’re not allowed to disappear ever again. No matter what happens.” He stated.

He closed his eyes and stayed in silence for a moment, taking in the moment and the warmth of Peter’s body. He turned his face against his friend’s hairy chest and nuzzled up against his skin, he didn’t know why he did it but it felt right, he wanted to feel him as close as possible. The nuzzle slowly turned into soft kisses, which in turn evolved to him sticking his tongue out to lick and suck at his friend’s chest hair. 

“I won’t, I promise.” He raked his fingers through Elliot’s hair and let his eyes fall closed as he nuzzled up close against his chest. Warning bells were going off in some small part in his mind as the nuzzling slowly changed to something more intimate. The brush of lips against his skin and the wet warmth of Elliot’s tongue were welcomed after nearly two months of being so thoroughly alone when all he wanted was some sort of connection. 

Before the rational part of his brain could tell him he was making a huge mistake he pulled the other up to capture his lips in a a needy kiss. Regrets could, and would, come later. In that moment he needed to feel something more than the crushing weight of his sadness.

Thomas wanted to moan, but managed instead to let out a dull groan. Peter’s nibbling was too much to handle, and paired with the man squeezing his ass, he would burst right then and there, if he didn’t pull away. So he did. Barely, though. Only enough so that he could look into his eyes, while his hands rushed to unbutton Peter’s shirt.

“Why would I be using a black jock?” He laughs, not even trying to make his lie sound truthful at all. But it’s Peter’s next words what surprise him. “Oh, is that so? Do you have vouyeristic tendencies, Peter?”

“Oh yeah, what reason could you possibly have to wear a certain black jock on the day I’m in your three hour lecture?” Letting his shirt drop to the floor Peter makes quick work of stripping Thomas of his own. “It should be illegal for you to wear clothes... You know that, right?” And finally off came the pants to expose that perfect ass that had him drooling all morning. 

“In certain situations, yeah. Why? You wanna join me next time I go to one of my parties?” He asked as he dropped to his knees behind him, a hand coming down in a hard smack against his perfect ass. “We could put on quite a show together.”

Coach Valentine’s mind was drifting away beneath the hot spray of the school’s showers, football practice was cancelled due to the incoming severe thunderstorms so that allowed him the private time to just relax and clean up before heading home for the day. He allows the water to drench his hair, neck craned so the droplets could drip down his body and across his hairy chest. It wasn’t until footsteps echoed in the showers that he allowed himself to stop his relaxation, a friendly smile slipping onto his lips the moment his favorite student and player walked in. “Pete! Sorry I should have waited to shower. I just wanted to make sure you were alright after last week’s game.” Not bothering to turn the shower off or cover up, Eric turns underneath the water, nodding to the shower beside him, long and thick cock swinging between muscular thighs. “You took a bit hit and I know you told me after the game that you were fine, but every day in class and at practice all week I saw you wince every now and then. Are you sure you’re not hurting?”

Peter drank in the image of the man standing before him and cursed himself for letting his presence be known so soon. Every inch of the man was perfection, glistening wet and just asking to be worshipped for hours on end. Right down to the thick length that just swung between his legs as he moved. “Fuck...” He breathed, mouth suddenly dry. What he wouldn’t give to be on his knees in front of him right now.

“No need to apologize, Coach.” The jock he wore already left little to the imagination to begin with, but after the show he just got it was straining against his own impressive cock. He left it on for the time being as he took the hint and turned on the shower next to the older man, stepping into the stream with a soft sigh as the warm water hit his sore body. “It’s alright, sir. I got everything checked out and it’s just a sprain. Nothing some stretching won’t help.”

Elliot didn’t even glance at the TV once, his gaze remained on his best friend. He watched the way he breathed, the details of his skin. Being away from him for the longest time he had ever been helped him realize how much he cared about him, maybe a little too much, maybe more than he should. Their hands fit perfectly together and he gave the other’s hand a tight squeeze. “I’m not people, I’m supposed to be your best friend.” He said quietly. He swallowed hard in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat. “I wanted to give you space, but it’s hard because I felt so lonely. These past few weeks were hell… and I know they were bad for you, too, but don’t ever leave me again, okay? I can’t handle it. You’re everything to me.” He wasn’t usually this emotional, but his heart was swelling in his chest with affection and longing. 

The hurt in Elliot’s voice was like a punch to the gut and he shifted so he was sitting up once more to get a good look at him. There was plenty that Peter was willing to let himself get away with by using the grief card. If he wanted to stay undressed all day and eat an entire jar of peanut butter then that’s what he was going to do that day and he would feel bad. What wasn’t on that list was hurting one of the most important people in his life. 

“You are my best friend.” He whispered, tugging Elliot over so it was now his turn to be held. “I can’t promise I won’t need time by myself, but I promise I won’t disappear again.” He ran his hand down Elliot’s back as he spoke and traced small patterns as he did. “You’re welcome here whenever you want though, ok? I don’t want you to think you have to be alone.”

“Whenever we go out together, people only have eyes for you. You’re the worst wingman for someone to have. Maybe that’s why I’m still single.” Elliot said loud enough for his friend to hear him from the kitchen. He opened his arm to welcome to large man against his body and then wrapped it tightly around him. “This is nice.” He muttered “I missed you, bud. You’re the only person I can stand.” 

“That sounds nice. I could use the laugh.” He concurred. He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of his best friend’s head and he lingered there for a moment, taking in his scent. “You smell good all things considered. I thought I’d find you sitting in a pool of your own pee.” He said with a chuckle. He rubbed his hand up and down the other’s arm to comfort you. “I love you, Pete. Never forget that, okay?”

Peter let his eyes fall shut for a moment, his throat suddenly tight. He missed listening to the rhythmic beating of someone’s heart, or feeling the soft rise and fall of their chest when he rested his head there. “I missed you too...” He said softly. It didn’t take long for him to pull the movie up and he couldn’t help but be thankful that the system didn’t show the amount of times someone watched something or else he’d have some explaining to do. 

“Showers help quiet everything going on up here.” His water bills were currently through the roof thanks to it, but he’d happily pay an entire year’s salary towards it if it meant feeling normal for a few minutes. It wasn’t long before he realized doing laundry meant he didn’t have to risk ruining something of James’ by wearing it and though it wasn’t the same it helped. So over all Peter did manage to be somewhat presentable... Even if he did just stay in his house. “I love you too. So much.” His twined his fingers through Elliot’s free hand with a content sigh. “I’m sorry for being a shit friend the last month or so. I just... I don’t know how to be around people right now.”

“Maybe that’s why God didn’t make me look like you. I’d be so obnoxious about it.” Elliot said in a playful manner, trying to lighten up the mood. He didn’t want the memory of James to hang over their heads like a dark cloud. He loved and missed his friend, but he missed and loved Peter more. He was almost angry at James for stealing him away like this– again, though he was aware how unreasonable that anger was. 

“I’ll order from our favorite place and you pick the movie. Nothing sad or too violent, but no brainless comedies either.” He was a picky movie watcher. He pulled his phone out and propped down on the couch while he ordered them some Italian food. He patted the spot next to him and smiled at the other. “Come here, snuggle with me.”

“And you try and say I’m the one who pretends not to know how attractive they are?” He pressed a soft kiss to his friends cheek before ducking into the kitchen to grab them both a beer. James’ presence still hung heavy throughout the house, but having Elliot there made it just a little easier to breathe. Now that he got passed the hump of finally letting someone in Peter had no clue how he had managed the last month and a half alone.

“So no serial killer romcoms where the killer tragically dies in their lover’s arms right after redeeming themselves? Got it.” Setting their drinks down on the coffee table he grabbed the remote before settling down with his head on Elliot’s chest and an arm wrapped securely around his waist. “How about Bridesmaids? I could use some Kristen Wiig in my life.”

Yvan could understand Peter’s point. He was married, his wife halfway through her pregnancy… His crown making him the person least likely to have any modicum of privacy. But he just couldn’t help it! His marriage had been a political move and his child wold be caught up in the middle of political moves. Was it really so selfish of him to want some peace of mind? Being with Peter gave him that and he might be a little addicted to that.

He was grasping at straws but he’d take it as a good sign that Peter was wearing one of his gifts under the robe. He trailed kisses down Peter’s torso until he had knelt before the male. A king. Kneeling for a mere human. That didn’t happen often, did it? He tugged the pair of briefs down, releasing the male’s cock, that he kissed a few times before taking into his mouth slowly, blue eyes looking up to watch the male’s every reaction while he casually dodged the male’s question.

Peter never wanted to bring Yvan’s life crashing down. As much as he loved the man he knew that he had responsibilities, hell, he had a kid on the way. It was why he kept trying to call it quits. It was easier said than done apparently. There was only so much one could to with limited resources compared to that of an actual king. He could move to the otherside of the world and still he knew that Yvan would show up at his door within a day or two.

Scrubbing a hand over his face with a sigh Peter took in the sight of the man kneeling before him. It wasn’t lost on him that his question went unanswered, but he had a hard time continuing the argument with those lips wrapped so tantalizingly around his thick cock. “You are...” Fingers carded through his hair, urging him to take more of his length in his mouth. “Such an ass, Yvan.” 

Using Grindr to kill time before a meeting and also to find someone for the night, Christian was surprised when he saw Peter on there. And their little conversation went really well. He wanted the meeting to be over soon so they could do more than just text. He gave simple orders and not long after the meeting, he went to the corner office.

He locked the door so they wouldn’t be interrupted before he looked at Peter, in his naked glory. He had sent pictures of himself, both his front and back and he had a feeling that the young man was going to go deep inside of him. “You obey well.” he said, walking closer and grabbing the man’s dick as he leaned forward for a kiss.

Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of his boss as he closed the distance between them. His eyes fell to the man’s crotch, the bulge there even more obvious to him now after the pictures he was sent earlier. Normally he’d be down on all fours and begging Christian to breed him, but there was something about the idea of being inside of him that was intoxicating.

“I don’t like to disappoint, Sir.” A soft gasp escaped his lips, quickly muffled by the kiss, and he took the opportunity to grope at the firm behind he couldn’t take his eyes off of for the past hour. “Especially if it meant losing out on this.” His words were emphasized by a firm smack to his ass.

Leaning more into the embrace, revelling in the sweet kiss they shared. Thomas broke the kiss, gasping for air, but didn’t break the embrace just yet. He enjoyed it too much. 

“That last class was a bit of a torture.” He chuckled. “Why did you think showing up all dressed up was a good idea?” Thomas laughed, relieved that he could finally get his hands on the younger man.

Hands trailed down Thomas’ muscular back until they finally found their target and he gave his ass a squeeze. “I could ask you the same about these slacks... Or should I say the jock I know if under them.” He nibbled and sucked his way down his neck, inhaling deep the intoxicating scent of the man. 

“I was close to bending you over the desk right in front of everyone.”

The meeting at hand did little to keep his attention when his mind kept wandering to the brief exchange he had on Grindr with the very man that was running it just moments prior. Christian had starred in more than one of his fantasies, sure, but never in a million years would Peter have expected to find him on Grindr. The man was insanely hot and if the picture he sent was true gifted with the biggest dick he had ever seen. Though he was a little more focused on the pictures of his tight hole that he had sent following. 

He all but shot from his seat once they were dismissed from their meeting and scrambled back to the empty corner office where he had been instructed to wait, completely naked, for the older male to get there.