[the eyerake makes him go still for a moment, and then he grins, rolls onto his side, facing isaac.]
Seems like you've got me figured out. Catches, locks, traps...really not my thing from either side.
[god only knows that their lives are tangled up so thoroughly anyway that naming it something or playing at romance seems extraordinarily pointless and kind of silly, even if peter was any good at that kind of thing.]
I just want what I want.
[he looks down the line of isaac's body, gaze slow]
[Isaac is grinning now, maybe a little stupidly, so he rolls onto his elbows and stomach to hide his face a little, incidentally pressing his shoulder against Peter's chest. When he gets control over himself, he tilts his head up, mildly surprised at the proximity that the simple movement has given him.]
What are you going to do about it? [Ultimately, he just decides to go with the change in positions and leans in a little closer until their noses are almost touching and his eyes flicker with gold- powerful, daring him.]
[there's no way that isaac can't hear peter's heart speed when he leans close, or the little intake of breath when his eyes glow golden. he's smiling, crooked and a little silly until his eyes hood, just the slightest bit.]
Taking that as an invitation, I think.
[he leans in to kiss isaac slow enough that isaac could pull away, his eyes open and watching, but there's no hesitation there at all. isaac's given him permission and he's taking it, and while there's not force in it, peter definitely kisses like he means it.]
[It's what Isaac wanted, really, and so he kisses Peter back without hesitation, pleased that Peter was the one to initiate this. It's not like their previous kisses- full of rage and frustration and then guilt and surprise. This is premeditated, open, with an actual understanding of what they were doing.
It feels entirely different, and Isaac leans closer into him, feeling the warmth from him, hearing the racing of his heart, and it makes him want to smile into the kiss. He doesn't pull away this time, doesn't change the subject and try to push what's happening to the back of his mind. There's just this- them, pressing lightly together in the bed that they've shared since first coming back from the moon.]
[peter does smile, just a little, when isaac leans in, because why the hell not? it's worth smiling about. he hums a soft sound and lifts a hand to slide it into isaac's hair, his thumb coming to rest gentle just in front of his ear. he licks isaac's lower lip, lets his teeth drag lightly over it. peter likes kissing, likes the closeness and taste and rhythm of it, and he moves closer to isaac but he's not in any rush to push for more.]
[It continues like that for a few long moments, gentle teeth and tongues, and Isaac makes a little sound into the kiss as he pulls back, mouth quirking in a slight smile. He's flushing a little, but his heart is strangely steady.]
[peter shrugs a little, his smile shy. he seems somehow calmer now than he was before, cheeks warm but breath even. his fingers scratch light and idle circles over isaac's scalp, kind of like he doesn't realize he's doing it.]
Yeah. Guess I should've figured that, all things considered.
[he lets out a self-depreciating little snort.]
I won't get mad at you for asking, y'know. Anything. If I don't want to answer I won't, but you can always ask. Didn't even realize I wasn't being clear. [he taps isaac's head gently with one fingertip.] Not quite a mindreader.
[peter shifts a bit to get comfortable so that he can see the gameboy too, folding his pillow and pillowing that on his arm so that his chin rests on isaac's shoulder, his arm around isaac's chest in the same seatbelt-ish way that he does in the middle of the night when isaac has nightmares.]
[He smiles at the familiar grip and reaches for the gameboy, playing on it for a few long, silent minutes. Every once in awhile, he'll murmur something back to Peter, nudge against his cheek when he's trying to get him to pay attention, points out a mechanic in the game- but when that gets tiresome, he's more than content to let himself relax fully against the other boy and close the game.
He'll probably fall asleep like this in a few minutes, without really saying another word. Just warm, comfortable, trusting.
[peter starts out watching isaac play, and he means to keep watching, but he finds that his eyes slip closed in the lulls when isaac isn't speaking. for the first time since the moon it feels like everything is really relaxed instead of just calm and quiet.
when isaac closes the gameboy peter lets his folded pillow unfold, drops an absent kiss on isaac's shoulder and then lies his head down where it usually goes. by the time isaac's breathing goes even in sleep, peter's dozing, and it doesn't take him much longer to fall asleep as well.]
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Seems like you've got me figured out. Catches, locks, traps...really not my thing from either side.
[god only knows that their lives are tangled up so thoroughly anyway that naming it something or playing at romance seems extraordinarily pointless and kind of silly, even if peter was any good at that kind of thing.]
I just want what I want.
[he looks down the line of isaac's body, gaze slow]
Pretty. Simple.
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What are you going to do about it? [Ultimately, he just decides to go with the change in positions and leans in a little closer until their noses are almost touching and his eyes flicker with gold- powerful, daring him.]
Wanting, I mean.
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Taking that as an invitation, I think.
[he leans in to kiss isaac slow enough that isaac could pull away, his eyes open and watching, but there's no hesitation there at all. isaac's given him permission and he's taking it, and while there's not force in it, peter definitely kisses like he means it.]
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It feels entirely different, and Isaac leans closer into him, feeling the warmth from him, hearing the racing of his heart, and it makes him want to smile into the kiss. He doesn't pull away this time, doesn't change the subject and try to push what's happening to the back of his mind. There's just this- them, pressing lightly together in the bed that they've shared since first coming back from the moon.]
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...you've been waiting to do that.
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Yeah. You haven't?
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[He shrugs a little hopelessly.]
...confused, I guess. Not- sexually, just- you know, I didn't know what you wanted from me.
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[he lets out a self-depreciating little snort.]
I won't get mad at you for asking, y'know. Anything. If I don't want to answer I won't, but you can always ask. Didn't even realize I wasn't being clear. [he taps isaac's head gently with one fingertip.] Not quite a mindreader.
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[Isaac smiles back at him though and rolls again so he's on his opposite shoulder, back pressed warmly against Peter's chest.]
But now that we've got that settled, I think it's time I trained my sheepdog.
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[peter shifts a bit to get comfortable so that he can see the gameboy too, folding his pillow and pillowing that on his arm so that his chin rests on isaac's shoulder, his arm around isaac's chest in the same seatbelt-ish way that he does in the middle of the night when isaac has nightmares.]
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[He smiles at the familiar grip and reaches for the gameboy, playing on it for a few long, silent minutes. Every once in awhile, he'll murmur something back to Peter, nudge against his cheek when he's trying to get him to pay attention, points out a mechanic in the game- but when that gets tiresome, he's more than content to let himself relax fully against the other boy and close the game.
He'll probably fall asleep like this in a few minutes, without really saying another word. Just warm, comfortable, trusting.
It's been kind of an exhausting few days.]
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when isaac closes the gameboy peter lets his folded pillow unfold, drops an absent kiss on isaac's shoulder and then lies his head down where it usually goes. by the time isaac's breathing goes even in sleep, peter's dozing, and it doesn't take him much longer to fall asleep as well.]