[peter's head hits the tree and it hurts, but he's busy reeling from the fact that isaac's got him shoved up against the tree and his mouth is pressed up against peter's hard enough that peter can feel his teeth behind his lips. this isn't on his mental list of things that could happen, until the instant it does, at which point it makes all the sense in the world.
his chest hurts, both because isaac's knuckles are digging into it and because he's totally forgotten about breathing. so he does that, all at once, a sudden loud inhale through his nose, and his mouth goes soft under isaac's as his hands come up to cradle the other boy's face. it's not a surrender, not exactly, because when his lips part, they part to try and catch isaac's lip with the flat of his teeth, not to bite but to cajole. it hadn't really occurred to peter that kissing isaac was something he wanted to do until it happened, and now that it's happening he wants to do it properly. isaac seems to be expecting violence but peter's not giving him that, not giving him anger or fear or rolling over and showing his throat, but offering him something different.]
[Isaac is too wild right now to submit and kiss him sweetly, kind as though that urge may be. His lips soften just slightly against Peter's though, lets the other werewolf have this much, before he pulls himself away a few quick moments later.
Peter's hands left his cheeks warm, makes the sudden return of the cold bite into his skin a little harshly, and Isaac takes in a deep breath and steps away, crossing his arms in front of him with a long shiver that he's not sure is entirely from the cold. His cheeks are flushed, lips a little darker, and he can't meet Peter's eyes so he doesn't even try to.
Fuck.]
-I'll talk to Scott.
[His voice is calmer than it was before, but a little hoarse now, breathless. Isaac belatedly realize that his fingers itch, his nails sharpening and pressing against his jacket sleeves where his arms are folded in front of him, so he takes a deep breath and pulls them back, closes the wolf part of him down, tries to find rationality again.]
He's been weird around me anyway- can't say I blame him, but he'll probably want to hang out with Allison. And if you don't want to tolerate Roman, he'll find his own thing too.
[suddenly all the pressure is gone, and peter almost stumbles forward when isaac pulls away and the cold rushes in between them. he feels dazed, confused, like gravity suddenly did a little shimmy to the side. it takes a second before he processes what isaac says.]
Okay. Okay.
[nothing has to change. that's a lie, but it's a nice comfortable sort of lie, the kind of lie that means they don't have to rethink everything. or too much, anyway.]
Roman's...I'm not leaving him alone, he can't deal on his own, but staying with us wouldn't work either. I'll figure something out for him.
[Isaac takes a deep breath and resists the urge to bring a hand up and touch his lips. He can taste him, just a little, and he- he knows that now isn't the time to think about it, now definitely wasn't the time to do it, but it's... calming, somehow.
Nothing has to change.]
I'll help. If you want, I mean. I'll probably be figuring stuff out for Scott too. [A pause, and then he finally looks up with a wry smile.] It's a shame we can't just shove them in an apartment together, right?
[the idea makes peter snort, and he shakes his head side to side a little.]
God, if only it was that simple.
[when he glances down he sees his hat lying on the snow, where he'd dropped it when isaac kissed him.
when isaac kissed him. jesus.
he bends down to pick it up, coincidentally mostly hiding the moment that his tongue flicks out to taste his lower lip. what the hell are they doing? peter can't even remember in the moment how they got from where they started to here, how he didn't really notice where exactly they were going until they arrived. he brushes the snow off of his hat, puts it back on.
nothing has to change. but isaac's calmer now, steadier again, and the clench in peter's chest is easing.]
We'll figure it out, yeah? But we should probably get home before it gets much colder.
[Isaac nods slightly at Peter's suggestion, only just now starting to realize the cold. His feet are sort of going numb, fingers still tingling from where they were tightened around Peter's jacket. He flexes his hands a few times to try and get the bloodflow back into them, waiting for Peter to gather himself up.
He doesn't mention it. He's pretty sure they're not going to talk about it. It's not going to be anything, just something that happened between them, just like Isaac never quite finding his own place, or Peter casually staying with him during the full moons. Isaac doesn't mind that, really- there's enough to think on right now.]
Yeah. I'm- actually pretty hungry. I still have to start cooking for dinner tonight, or else I'll go back to the welcome tent and just steal all of their cookies.
[it takes peter a second before he pushes away from the tree, shoves his hands into his pockets and falls into step beside isaac. this, he's pretty sure, will keep, at least until things settle. so he takes a breath that burns his nose and down his throat, tilts his head and offers isaac a hopeful, puppyish face. peter's not actually hungry, but that doesn't really matter.]
I think I brought some piece of...something...up to defrost. And we have eggs if you didn't eat them this morning, and some bread. That's kinda like a meal.
Oi, my stomach is just fine like 28 days of the month, thanks.
[but he twists his mouth, thinking.]
Baker will always trade for meat. The produce folks do too, but somehow I'm guessing he won't appreciate the rare and special gift of fruit. Alcohol is lost on you two, I don't really want to introduce him to the folks downstairs, too much to explain...
...cheese? Melty sandwiches are the best kind of sandwiches.
[Isaac, who is perpetually broke, doesn't really know much about the money system around here. Peter generally takes care of that, scary as that may sound.]
[Isaac smiles at that, looks up toward Peter, meets his eyes. They don't have to talk about it- it doesn't have to be a thing. Even if he is a little embarrassed and concerned about what Peter might think or do... Isaac trusts that Peter won't bring it up until they're both in a better place to deal with it.
The butcher is off down the street though, so he pauses where the road forks and grins, reaching out to quickly steal Peter's snow-sodden hat, jamming it onto his own head.]
[peter makes a comically surprised face and a belated and ineffectual grab for his hat, laughing as he walks backwards down the road, pointing at isaac.]
Thief! I know where you live.
[he points two fingers at his own eyes, and then one at isaac. i'm watching you.]
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his chest hurts, both because isaac's knuckles are digging into it and because he's totally forgotten about breathing. so he does that, all at once, a sudden loud inhale through his nose, and his mouth goes soft under isaac's as his hands come up to cradle the other boy's face. it's not a surrender, not exactly, because when his lips part, they part to try and catch isaac's lip with the flat of his teeth, not to bite but to cajole. it hadn't really occurred to peter that kissing isaac was something he wanted to do until it happened, and now that it's happening he wants to do it properly. isaac seems to be expecting violence but peter's not giving him that, not giving him anger or fear or rolling over and showing his throat, but offering him something different.]
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Peter's hands left his cheeks warm, makes the sudden return of the cold bite into his skin a little harshly, and Isaac takes in a deep breath and steps away, crossing his arms in front of him with a long shiver that he's not sure is entirely from the cold. His cheeks are flushed, lips a little darker, and he can't meet Peter's eyes so he doesn't even try to.
Fuck.]
-I'll talk to Scott.
[His voice is calmer than it was before, but a little hoarse now, breathless. Isaac belatedly realize that his fingers itch, his nails sharpening and pressing against his jacket sleeves where his arms are folded in front of him, so he takes a deep breath and pulls them back, closes the wolf part of him down, tries to find rationality again.]
He's been weird around me anyway- can't say I blame him, but he'll probably want to hang out with Allison. And if you don't want to tolerate Roman, he'll find his own thing too.
[There's a pause, and Isaac swallows thickly.]
Nothing has to change.
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Okay. Okay.
[nothing has to change. that's a lie, but it's a nice comfortable sort of lie, the kind of lie that means they don't have to rethink everything. or too much, anyway.]
Roman's...I'm not leaving him alone, he can't deal on his own, but staying with us wouldn't work either. I'll figure something out for him.
[he swallows, leans back against the tree.]
Yeah. Nothing has to change.
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Nothing has to change.]
I'll help. If you want, I mean. I'll probably be figuring stuff out for Scott too. [A pause, and then he finally looks up with a wry smile.] It's a shame we can't just shove them in an apartment together, right?
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God, if only it was that simple.
[when he glances down he sees his hat lying on the snow, where he'd dropped it when isaac kissed him.
when isaac kissed him. jesus.
he bends down to pick it up, coincidentally mostly hiding the moment that his tongue flicks out to taste his lower lip. what the hell are they doing? peter can't even remember in the moment how they got from where they started to here, how he didn't really notice where exactly they were going until they arrived. he brushes the snow off of his hat, puts it back on.
nothing has to change. but isaac's calmer now, steadier again, and the clench in peter's chest is easing.]
We'll figure it out, yeah? But we should probably get home before it gets much colder.
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He doesn't mention it. He's pretty sure they're not going to talk about it. It's not going to be anything, just something that happened between them, just like Isaac never quite finding his own place, or Peter casually staying with him during the full moons. Isaac doesn't mind that, really- there's enough to think on right now.]
Yeah. I'm- actually pretty hungry. I still have to start cooking for dinner tonight, or else I'll go back to the welcome tent and just steal all of their cookies.
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Ooh? What's for dinner?
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Nothing for you unless you help me.
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Yeah, I know.
So what's for dinner?
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I dunno. Jerky? We still have more meat than we know what to do with in the freezer.
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[He pauses though.]
We should get something for Scott. I mean, it's his first day here.
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[but he twists his mouth, thinking.]
Baker will always trade for meat. The produce folks do too, but somehow I'm guessing he won't appreciate the rare and special gift of fruit. Alcohol is lost on you two, I don't really want to introduce him to the folks downstairs, too much to explain...
...cheese? Melty sandwiches are the best kind of sandwiches.
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I can make grilled cheese.
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[This is news to him.]
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[Isaac, who is perpetually broke, doesn't really know much about the money system around here. Peter generally takes care of that, scary as that may sound.]
Let me know when you take off, though?
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I'll meet you back at home?
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[he bumps isaac's shoulder lightly with his own.]
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[Isaac smiles at that, looks up toward Peter, meets his eyes. They don't have to talk about it- it doesn't have to be a thing. Even if he is a little embarrassed and concerned about what Peter might think or do... Isaac trusts that Peter won't bring it up until they're both in a better place to deal with it.
The butcher is off down the street though, so he pauses where the road forks and grins, reaching out to quickly steal Peter's snow-sodden hat, jamming it onto his own head.]
I have collateral now to make sure.
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Thief! I know where you live.
[he points two fingers at his own eyes, and then one at isaac. i'm watching you.]
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