sofiaviolet | Fic: Trying Things (Pete/Carl)

"Pete and Carl in bed. Facing each other. Both wanking, not touching each other at all." for

all_the_pies.

Carl hears the door open and is only marginally worried. Something falls over in his living room, and he can’t help but wonder if someone is trying to steal stuff. If they are, they’re doing a terrible job of it.
He wishes they’d fuck off and leave him to wank in peace. But, no, the intruder bumps into his bedroom door. Carl hears the thump, figures it must be the sound of someone forgetting where he’s going because of what he’s just seen. That would be Carl, of course, with his jeans shoved down to his knees and his hand around his dick and a fucking blindfold on.
The bed dips, shifts. Someone’s settling down next to him. Carl turns and would try to look, except he can’t see.
“Always knew you had to have a secret kink,” Pete says.
“Shut up,” Carl replies, oddly defensive. Pete sounds like he used to, sounds like Carl’s Pete. If he could find Pete’s mouth, Carl would kiss him and try to make him stay like this. But he knows Pete, so he puts his arms over his head and waits for the tie or rope or whatever else Pete feels like using.
“Not today.” Pete should be kissing him now, or trying to pull off his shirt before Carl’s wrists are bound. “Go on, I’ll just watch.”
But he isn’t just going to watch, Carl realises as he hears the zipper.
Nothing he can do, though, short of kicking off his jeans, spreading his legs, and begging Pete to fuck him. So Carl teases himself a bit, like Pete used to do, except Pete used his tongue and all Carl has is his own hand.
“Don’t tease,” says Pete. Carl obeys, faster now, almost fucking his hand, and he’d rather be fucking Pete, but he won’t. He won’t do anything that’s not asked of him, not while he’s got Pete with him, instead of having to pretend based on imagination and good memories.
Carl loses Pete, misplaces him really, as he comes. He wants to see him, just for a second, to know that this is real, so he can go on hoping that Pete will come to him more and more often, until he’s with Carl all the time again.
Carl tugs at his blindfold and gets his vision back.
Maybe, he thinks, looking at Pete’s smile, he should have left it on.