Iosif/Pete. By the window.
Apr. 19th, 2007 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionDay 19 of 31_days.
He left in the middle of the night. Peter was sleeping, and Iosif awoke, having drifted off himself. Peter didn’t expect him stay the night. And Iosif hadn’t planned to either. Not when he noticed the book he needed over by the window. So he climbed out of Peter’s bed, and dressed himself and crossed to room for it.
It would look bad, when Peter awoke, if he noticed the book missing. Iosif had made it clear earlier he wanted it. Offered to buy it off him because he needed that specific copy, for reasons he wouldn’t give.
If Peter found it gone, it would look as though Iosif had flirted with him and fucked him only to get to it. And he wouldn’t be entirely wrong. At first, the thought had occurred to him. Iosif had done far worse in the past. But even as he left with the booking hand, he knew he’d be back tomorrow, to place another copy there by the window, just where he’d picked this one up.
Besides. He still owed Peter dinner. And he oddly felt the desire to see the younger man again.
Maybe this time, something was different. Maybe this time, Iosif could hold on. Maybe this time, this would last.
He shut the door behind him when he left, quietly.
Next time, he wouldn’t leave.
He left in the middle of the night. Peter was sleeping, and Iosif awoke, having drifted off himself. Peter didn’t expect him stay the night. And Iosif hadn’t planned to either. Not when he noticed the book he needed over by the window. So he climbed out of Peter’s bed, and dressed himself and crossed to room for it.
It would look bad, when Peter awoke, if he noticed the book missing. Iosif had made it clear earlier he wanted it. Offered to buy it off him because he needed that specific copy, for reasons he wouldn’t give.
If Peter found it gone, it would look as though Iosif had flirted with him and fucked him only to get to it. And he wouldn’t be entirely wrong. At first, the thought had occurred to him. Iosif had done far worse in the past. But even as he left with the booking hand, he knew he’d be back tomorrow, to place another copy there by the window, just where he’d picked this one up.
Besides. He still owed Peter dinner. And he oddly felt the desire to see the younger man again.
Maybe this time, something was different. Maybe this time, Iosif could hold on. Maybe this time, this would last.
He shut the door behind him when he left, quietly.
Next time, he wouldn’t leave.