Quentin Beck (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bringing_sexy_beck) wrote2019-10-03 08:58 pm
bringing_sexy_beck) wrote2019-10-03 08:58 pm
Entry tags:
AU | for Peter}
It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.
It starts with a text, like it always does. Not from him. He lets Peter come to him. The reasons vary. Boredom. Boyfriend out of town. Heat coming on. Quentin doesn't ask any more because the fact is that Peter keeps coming back and that's all that matters.
He supposes, this time, it might be a combination. It's about that time of the year where Peter gets so antsy that Quentin knows he needs something more than anyone else can give. Something that he's come to understand Quentin can give, and consistently. He isn't one of those young hair trigger kids, after all, barely knowing what he's doing. And Peter knows that.
But Quentin lets the first text stew, and even the second. The more desperate Peter gets, the more Quentin knows he can get out of him.
It's half way through the next day, a string of unanswered but definitely read texts sitting on his phone, that Quentin give Peter a little relief. Well, it's about his time of the year too. And he can't say no to that sweet, needy boy, no matter how much he ought to. He tells Peter to meet him at the bar of the hotel he's staying at--no reason to say why he's in town, that isn't part of this arrangement they've made.
And so he will. Quentin waits in the bar, sipping gin, keeping an eye out for Peter.
It starts with a text, like it always does. Not from him. He lets Peter come to him. The reasons vary. Boredom. Boyfriend out of town. Heat coming on. Quentin doesn't ask any more because the fact is that Peter keeps coming back and that's all that matters.
He supposes, this time, it might be a combination. It's about that time of the year where Peter gets so antsy that Quentin knows he needs something more than anyone else can give. Something that he's come to understand Quentin can give, and consistently. He isn't one of those young hair trigger kids, after all, barely knowing what he's doing. And Peter knows that.
But Quentin lets the first text stew, and even the second. The more desperate Peter gets, the more Quentin knows he can get out of him.
It's half way through the next day, a string of unanswered but definitely read texts sitting on his phone, that Quentin give Peter a little relief. Well, it's about his time of the year too. And he can't say no to that sweet, needy boy, no matter how much he ought to. He tells Peter to meet him at the bar of the hotel he's staying at--no reason to say why he's in town, that isn't part of this arrangement they've made.
And so he will. Quentin waits in the bar, sipping gin, keeping an eye out for Peter.