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randomblade, some time before the film and the American gel. Blast her.
"...eter?"
"Yup?"
He looked up to meet the startled gaze of a young man he'd never seen before, who blinked a couple of times for a moment.
"Right. Dieter, of course. Right. Sorry." He jerked his head in vaguely the right direction. "Shower." He rummaged in his bag again, a sudden scowl on his face.
"I'll just... er..." The boy pointed, embarrassed, and disappeared out of the door, a moment before Dieter appeared in a cloud of steam, a towel slung low around his hips.
"Your friend is outside."
Dieter frowned at him, sitting on the bench far too close, and Peter was definitely not watching a droplet of water making its way down Dieter's chest. Blast the man.
"This is a problem?"
Peter let his head hang forward, twining long fingers into his hair and tugging before turning to look at Dieter. Yes. No.
"Yes."
"And why is that, my...friend?"
He glared. "Precisely. Is he a friend, or a significant pause friend?" And that smirk was really infuriating. Really, bloody infuriating. He'd a good mind to...
Really, Peter reflected, German efficiency was a much undervalued thing. His hands skated over an expanse of skin still damp from the shower, neck cricked at a truly uncomfortable angle so he turned, not breaking the kiss, one hand sliding up to run through short wet hair, runnels of warm water tickling the back of his hand.
He finally pulled away, breathless, flushed. Dieter laughed at him.
"We must practice together again soon, my friend."
Literally written in five minutes. I know, it sucks. Time for bed is being called, hence the unfinished feel. Sorry. I'll devote more time to 'em when I've seen the film again, 'k?
randomblade, some time before the film and the American gel. Blast her."...eter?"
"Yup?"
He looked up to meet the startled gaze of a young man he'd never seen before, who blinked a couple of times for a moment.
"Right. Dieter, of course. Right. Sorry." He jerked his head in vaguely the right direction. "Shower." He rummaged in his bag again, a sudden scowl on his face.
"I'll just... er..." The boy pointed, embarrassed, and disappeared out of the door, a moment before Dieter appeared in a cloud of steam, a towel slung low around his hips.
"Your friend is outside."
Dieter frowned at him, sitting on the bench far too close, and Peter was definitely not watching a droplet of water making its way down Dieter's chest. Blast the man.
"This is a problem?"
Peter let his head hang forward, twining long fingers into his hair and tugging before turning to look at Dieter. Yes. No.
"Yes."
"And why is that, my...friend?"
He glared. "Precisely. Is he a friend, or a significant pause friend?" And that smirk was really infuriating. Really, bloody infuriating. He'd a good mind to...
Really, Peter reflected, German efficiency was a much undervalued thing. His hands skated over an expanse of skin still damp from the shower, neck cricked at a truly uncomfortable angle so he turned, not breaking the kiss, one hand sliding up to run through short wet hair, runnels of warm water tickling the back of his hand.
He finally pulled away, breathless, flushed. Dieter laughed at him.
"We must practice together again soon, my friend."
Literally written in five minutes. I know, it sucks. Time for bed is being called, hence the unfinished feel. Sorry. I'll devote more time to 'em when I've seen the film again, 'k?
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Date: 2004-10-22 01:20 am (UTC)Thankyou. *hugs it with envious gollum-y joy*
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Date: 2004-10-22 07:06 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:17 am (UTC)I saw Wimbledon a week ago for the first time. And kept making odd jokes during the movie about the hot German sex Peter was missing out on, and asking if I was the only one who saw it. I guess I wasn't. Hurrah. :)