body heat

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THE BODY HEAT MEME


Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.

Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket. A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!

So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!

Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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[tapeleader]

A little gasp for the allowance and for Peter's fingers framing him. His eyes drift shut, hands spread open and flatten against Peter's jaw. Elias rests their foreheads together and looks. For himself in Peter's mind. For them in Peter's mind. For anyone else stretched over him the way Elias does now, anyone taking him apart piece by piece the way Elias does now. He's only allowed one hungry moment; the effort he puts into it takes his breath away.

[thelonely]

Elias will find...

Well, he'll find exactly what he wants, won't he? Because the bone deep satisfaction that Peter feels in his relationship with Elias, it's not something he can get with anyone else. No, he will find Peter's adoration for him endless, deeper than Peter would ever show and deeper than Peter would ever like. For a being that thrives off of missed connections and a lacking depth, he can't out and out say his relationship with Elias is not deep, not a meaningful connection for him

There is -- there's more too, like a thread that needs to be pulled. More nuance to the feeling, more depth, more something. But Elias' time is limited and that's all he'll get from Peter.

And for them, he will find that Peter has never felt equal satisfaction from any of his other relationships the way he feels it for Elias. Peter loves them, whatever they have, this nasty thing that suits both of their needs. Peter does not love many things, but his relationship with Elias towers over many things. That with his mother, his family, Salesa. There are few things equivalent -- maybe the Tundra?

But that is all Elias is allowed to see there, just starting to scratch the surface before he's shoved right out.

The last one though, has Peter had others with him like this? Like he does with Elias?

There is a flash -- lonely one night stands when he was young, connections forged quick and burned faster. But. Then there is James Wright and Peter's derision and then their first bit of carnality and then -- then there are lonely trips to sea and sailors knocking on his cabin door and being turned away, of a picture of Elias on his desk in his captain's quarters and wrong (right?) assumptions being made. People in bars in docks all around the world, making passes and being led on before rejected with faux regret.

And Peter's lonely bed in his cabin, never warmed by anyone else.

After that, Elias is kicked out of his head promptly and his hands press against him before shoving him quite firmly away. It leaves him still laying there underneath him but with Elias sitting up and Peter on his elbows. He raises an eyebrow and, "Well?"

[tapeleader]

He doesn't thrive off of the faraway feeling like Peter does, nor benefits off of the knowing how singularly he's ached for. But, at the beginning and end of it all, Elias is a man. The sight leaves him feeling warm and proud and territorial, chest filling up with delight until Peter shoves him out. He protests (no--wait--) when he's jarred back, still gasping even as he leans back. 

Elias' laugh betrays everything swirling in his gut and in the crown of his head. Smug and possessive, fond and cruel and chilly, chin high and teeth bare. His tongue twists around it (love, Peter?) but it doesn't make it out his mouth. He tuts it away, shaking his head. "Oh, Peter. You stupid boy. 

"What would your mother say?" 

[thelonely]

Elias is so terribly, achingly cruel -- both to him and to everyone else -- and Peter finds it so wonderfully unsatisfying that he aches for it, most days. He's never met anyone whose jagged edges were so perfect for Peter's and he never will again. Their relationship is an awful thing and as Elias sits and laughs above him, Peter feels an ache in his heart that can only come from Elias.

"I'd prefer not to tell her," he says, tone wry as he reaches one hand out to settle on Elias' hip and the other between them to take Elias' cock once again in his palm. His fingers wrap around it and he gives it a few tentative strokes to bring it back to erection, giving a pleased noise as he feels it.

"Or talk about her, while I have you here. Our business is simply our own."

The truth of the matter is he's not sure if he loves Elias but he is very sure that their relationship is something he wants to hold on to with every greedy, lonely bone in his body. He aches for it in a way that nothing else can satisfy and he's constantly torn between the lovely friction they have together like this, the dissatisfying moments of pleasure, and the idea of disconnecting from Elias all together. What better loneliness than the heartache of near immortals?

He just can't decide what would be best be most crippling yet.

[tapeleader]

'"Not so simply," Elias begins to argue, though the protest loses its teeth, adequately distracted with Peter's hand. He purrs with the touch and pushes into it, glowing with the little anxiety Peter lets him have. "If it was oh-so-simply our own business, I might have had you sooner. Oh, poor Peter. Never quite as good as you need to be, are you?"

[thelonely]

That's pushing it a little, he can't help but think. It's just -- it's hard to articulate. Elias is his exception, is the best way he can put it. He is so good at everything else, at embracing his entity with the apathetic and indifference it expects. Being lonely, coveting it like a fine wine and knowing nothing else will satisfy, that is Peter's specific pleasure in life.

And then there is Elias.

Elias, who he enjoys watching above him right now, who he shifts in his hand to take both of their cocks together, sliding them together through the curl of his palm and biting into his bottom lip as he feels the pleasure swell. Elias, the man who he should not spend nearly as much time with, who he should not care nearly as much for, who has buried under his skin anyway.

Damn this man.

"I'd be perfect, if it weren't for you. And you're quite aware of that fact, aren't you?"

[tapeleader]

Perfectly, effervescently aware. He turns Peter's arrival at the cabin over his mind in the renewed awareness, pleased and punchy as he leans forward again. His hands rest over Peter's shoulders, arms holding him up straight. Vain attempts at pressing the smirk out of his lips stop the moment Elias grinds into Peter's hips, into his hand. "I won't apologize for your ruination. It's lovely, you know." 

The dance Peter does on the edge of his own beliefs, needlessly precarious, doomed and by his own inclination. Anyone else who knew how delicious the balancing act is to watch would quit it. But Peter is addicted. Story after story, wrong turn after another. "The loveliest of all my tragedies." Elias promises him, slides down to one elbow so that the shudder in his breath catches Peter by the mouth. The kiss he gives curls with a smile full of feathers. "Have me, Peter. You can't make things any worse. Have me, then." 

[thelonely]

If he could give him up, he would. In a heartbeat, in an instant, in less than a breath. If he could give Elias up, it would be a dream come true and he would be satisfied with the ache it would leave in him. But the thing about this is that he can't. He can't give Elias up because even with all the ways this is wrong, there's also that -- that hungry bit of tragedy that this will end in. The thing that keeps Peter wanting. If there's heartache and loneliness in leaving Elias, there's an even bigger tragedy at the end if he stays, when the fire he plays with finally bursts and something starts to hurt.

So, he stays, because he's addicted to it, moment to moment, and he's hungry for the end, to see what becomes of them.

When Elias kisses him, he says nothing else. Just kisses him back, free hand curling into his hair as he shifts their positions to roll them over. Even with his hand curled loosely around Elias' cock, it's easy to keep it there as he presses Elias into the bed and begins to kiss him with a solid fervor. Oh, sweet, terrible Elias. He wishes so desperately that he could stop having you.

Instead, he takes both of their lengths in hand and continues the urgent, careful stroking. He gasps into Elias' mouth as he feels the head of his cock catch against Elias' and there's a soft groan as he kisses a little harder. Stop talking, Elias, and just let him have you for a moment.

[tapeleader]

As much as he laughs, as much as he dodders and bumbles, Peter is as careful as any of them. Anyone in power, anyone with power–he weighs and measures with as much care as Elias does. He may not have the gift for strategy, but Peter is careful. 

All the more satisfying when he moves in response. No weight, no measures, only taking his space without inhibition. Elias laughs into his mouth, arms quick around Peter's neck as he's handled back down to the bed. "Darling." Breathed, rushed between waves of kisses. Gifted neediness, the same as the way his leg wraps Peter's thigh and urges him closer, hips lift to him. 

[thelonely]

Now, now is when the line between monster and man blurs a little, when they're wrapped up like this -- carnal in their wants, still satisfying bone deep desires they can't shake. Peter kisses him with more and more urgency as he lets his free hand slide over that leg that goes around him, curling against it and tugging it up around his waist. He continues to kiss him, breath coming a little shorter, and he just wants.

Damn Elias, damn him, damn how desperately Peter wants him and how deeply under his skin he's crawled. When they mouths break and Elias spills the pet name from his lips, Peter doesn't respond with more than a noise, a soft grunt of want as he kisses him again. His hand, the hand around Elias' cock, shifts to line the two of them up and it allows Peter to grind down into him with eager, wanting friction.

The kiss will break again and he'll pant softly against him, thinking of where to go next, and then he murmurs -- "If you want me to fuck you, you're going to need to pass me your lubricant."

[tapeleader]

To his credit, Elias doesn't tease him. Another time he might. Other times he has. Just now, though, he does want Peter very badly. Time in isolation, he reasons grudgingly, gaspingly, as he wriggles out from under Peter just enough to reach the bedside table. He hasn't even laid back down before he has the cap open, fingers coated, knuckles skimming Peter's stomach as he reaches between his own legs. "Help me." Elias invites coolly, shoving a distracted kiss against Peter's mouth and passing him the bottle. Two fingers push in rushed. "Come on."