They're stretched out, facing one another, the air still heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. It isn't uncomfortable, is the interesting thing despite the topic. Marius doesn't appear insulted by Freddie's questioning, his smile just as warm as it's always been.
Freddie's refusing to think that might mean anything.
He frowns a bit at Marius's reply, curious at what he might mean by the way Freddie carries himself and not sure whether or not to feel insulted when Marius seems to imply he's some sort of attention whore. And he's not honestly certain anyone's ever admired his wit before. Or his intelligence. Freddie knows he isn't stupid, but he's not some deep philosophical thinker either. He isn't a scientist or a mathematician, studying architecture proved that much. He hadn't lasted.
"You've already pulled, you know," he says then, the tease in his voice hiding the unsettled feeling creeping under his skin. "You could say it's just my cock you want and I'd be good to go another round." He pauses for a moment then, still considering as he studies Marius's face carefully. The longer he looks, the less Peter resembles Marius. Strangely. Maybe it's the accent or the way he does his hair, or maybe it's the look in his eyes that seems just as eager, if matured. "D'you think maybe you're just lonely?" he asks after a moment, his voice quieter. "Just looking for someone to spend some time with and you're making me out as someone I'm not."
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Freddie's refusing to think that might mean anything.
He frowns a bit at Marius's reply, curious at what he might mean by the way Freddie carries himself and not sure whether or not to feel insulted when Marius seems to imply he's some sort of attention whore. And he's not honestly certain anyone's ever admired his wit before. Or his intelligence. Freddie knows he isn't stupid, but he's not some deep philosophical thinker either. He isn't a scientist or a mathematician, studying architecture proved that much. He hadn't lasted.
"You've already pulled, you know," he says then, the tease in his voice hiding the unsettled feeling creeping under his skin. "You could say it's just my cock you want and I'd be good to go another round." He pauses for a moment then, still considering as he studies Marius's face carefully. The longer he looks, the less Peter resembles Marius. Strangely. Maybe it's the accent or the way he does his hair, or maybe it's the look in his eyes that seems just as eager, if matured. "D'you think maybe you're just lonely?" he asks after a moment, his voice quieter. "Just looking for someone to spend some time with and you're making me out as someone I'm not."