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(Written back in July 2024)

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Cole's pov
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"Hey, Cole?"

"Yeah, baby?" I asked, both of us laying on our bed together.
I was lazily leaning against the headboard while Peter was sprawled out, laying down around my legs.

"Are you bored?" I asked, playing with his curls.
While he was staring up at the ceiling blankly.

"No- yes. I'm hungry." His head tilted back to stare at me.

"Okay... and?"

"And!? Feed me! I need attention! And love!" He said dramatically, his arms up in the air.

Chuckling at him. "Okay. I'll make us something."
Rubbing his head one more time, leaning down to kiss his forehead before getting up.

"Thank you!" He called out as I walked out of the room.

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While I was in the kitchen, cooking us some lunch.
Peter finally came downstairs.

Glancing over at him, rubbing his eyes.

"You tired, baby?" I asked.

"Mm. A bit." He yawned. "I dunno why."
He shrugged it off, putting his arms around my body.

"How long will food take?" He whined, resting his head against me.

"Like half an hour. Maybe a bit more."

"Half and hour! But- I'm hungry now!" He complained.

Stopping what I was doing to look at him.
"Baby. Just sit and wait. It'll be ready soon. Okay? I love you." I said, kissing his forehead again.

Even though he was only slightly shorter than me, it made me feel- good I guess, to give him forehead kisses. It made me feel like the protective boyfriend with my adorable little ginger boyfriend.

Even though he can be a bit- dominant...

Peter went into the living room to watch something, while I kept cooking for us. Thinking about him, putting love into the food.

—

"Foods ready!" I called out.

Hearing Peter's loud stumbles through the house as he ran towards me.

"Jeez. Relax, baby." I said, putting my arm out in case he fell.

"Just give me food!" He whined.

"Baby." I stared down at him, while he was intensely staring at all the food.
"Baby." I said drawn out, in a sing-songy voice.

"What!?" He complained, looking up at me with a frown.

"I know you hungry. But can you at least say thank you? Or, I dunno. How about 'I love you'? Hmm?"

After a moment he relaxed, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry. I love you and thank you." He smiled, saying it quickly.
"Now can I please eat!?" He begged.

"Yes, baby." I said. Giving him yet another kiss.

If I had a dollar for every time I kissed him- we could... I dunno, move to the island or something.

Maybe me and him will live in our own house one day... maybe we might get married in the future or something. Who knows...
I just know I love him.

Peter grabbed his plate of food and sat down at the table. Getting my own plate, I sat down next to him.
Both of us scarfing it down. We probably should have eaten breakfast.

—

Me and Peter laid on the couch together, watching a movie.
It was about some gay teenagers. So it... might be a little close to home.

"So why this movie? Hmm." I hummed into his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck. Tracing my fingers in his arm.

He squirmed under the ticklish feeling. "Because it looked interesting. Stop that- Cole." He giggled.

"Alright. Fine." I stopped, snuggling into him.

Having a little movie night together as the rain fell outside. Clouds shifted in the sky, winds shaking the leaves.

Just me and him. Just me and him.

Just- me and him... hmm.

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Placing a soft kiss on his neck, slowly rubbing his hand with my thumb.

As the movie played the characters kissed, holding each other close.
Making me want to kiss him.

My hand slowly made its way up his arm, gently brushing my fingers against his skin.
While I kissed on his neck and jaw.

"Mm, I love you." I hummed happily.

"Yeah, I can tell." He smiled, hiding his face away from my kisses.

"Baby... mm." I whined.
"Let me love you." I pouted, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

"Stop it. I'm- mmph, trying to w-atch the movie." He stuttered, giggling at the tingling feeling I gave him.

"But whyyy?"
The tv caught my sight, looking at the movie to see the two guys making out, getting a bit agressive.
It made me want to make out with him.

Reaching my hand down his body as my eyes focused on the screen. Seeing the two characters getting handsy together, roughly making out.

Pressing my body against him, using my hand rub to against the front of his pants.

"C-ole. Hey... uugh. I'm- can't we just watch the movie?" Peter groaned.

"Well if you want to watch, that's fine." I smirked, both of us glancing up at the screen.
Seeing the two guys touching each other, skin against skin, getting faster and...

It made me want him so bad.

"Mm- Peter." I groaned, rubbing against his body, kissing on his neck.

"Maybe we should watch something else." He said jokingly. At least I think it was a joke.

Pulling away for a minute.
"Oh. Sorry, baby. Do you want me to actually stop?"
I asked concerned.

He turned towards me. Looking down at my body.
"No."

"Oh, really?" I smirked, smashing my lips against his. Tangling my hands up in his curls.

Kissing him quick and rough, leaning over him.
Our hands on each others bodies, fingers wrapped up in each others hair.

Moans from the movie just turned me on more, climbing over Peter as I got hard.

"Uh- Cole." Peter moaned as are lips parted.
Keeping my hands on his body, continuing to kiss on him.

One of his legs wrapping up around mine, our bodies against each other.
But then he pushed me back.

"Wh-what?" I asked confused, breathing quick.

He stared up at me for a moment. "Just go get some- mm." He tilted his head, motioning towards our room upstairs. Breathing fast, his chest rising up and down under me.

"Oh- alright. I'll be quick. Wait here for me." I said, kissing his neck once more.

"Don't be to quick." He winked. "Maybe I'll go hide somewhere so you won't get any!" He laughed.

"You better not!" I said back as I headed upstairs.

Quickly getting back to him, still laying on the couch. Now under a blanket, his hand moving-
Mmph...

"Oh, baby... I said wait for me. Didn't I?" My voice deepened automatically.
Climbing on top of him.

His green eyes looking into mine, waiting for the next move.
Leaning down to kiss him again, rubbing my body on him.

"Just couldn't wait could you?" I smirked, standing up to quickly take off my shirt and pants. We were still in our pajamas from the night before, to comfy to change.

"Did you already take yours off? Hmm?" I asked, looking around to see if his clothes were on the floor.

"You'll have to find out." He smirked.

"Mmm." I groaned then got on the couch with him. Roughly kissing and touching each other.

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"A-ahugh! Mm- mmph." I moaned as I finished in him, so tired but it just felt so good.

"Damn." Peter gulped. "H-how many times did we- ugh." He gasped for breath.

My body went limp on top of him, so exhausted from- all the- energy used.

"I dunno. I can't even think straight..." I gasped out.

"I don't think either of us can." Peter smiled weakly, brushing his hair through my hair.
"That was- great. Damn." He gulped again, his throat probably sore.

"That- that was so good, baby." I said, wanting to smile but to tired now.

"But seriously, how many times did we even do it? It all just blurred together." Peter said.

"Hey. Rude. You seemed to enjoy it." I said.

"I did enjoy it. It was just- a lot." He breathed deeply.

"Mm, you've taken it before. You always take it well, baby." I said in his ear, using a deep voice.

"Yeah... I think it should be your turn soon." He smirked.

My eyes widened, gulping at the sudden statement.

Gathering my strength I picked myself up. Just enough to get my weight off of him.
"I think it was like... five times or something. That was a lot."

"Eh, you got off a bit quick. A few times..." Peter added.

"Excuse me?" I asked offended, looking down at him.

"What? You know it's true. You get off a lot easier than me. But, I'm not complaining, I kinda like it." He smirked.

Shaking my head. "Mm. Shut up." I said jokingly.

"It was very nice though. I love you, Cole." He said lovingly, giving me a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, baby." I smiled then slowly got up.

"Hey, where are you going!?" He asked worriedly.

"I gotta pee. I'll be right back. Don't worry." I explained.

"Mm. Fine." He huffed. Laying on the couch, under the blanket. Sweaty and out of breath.

Oh the things I did to him. The way we made each other feel.

Walking back to him laying there.
"Mmm..." His needy eyes looking up at me.

"What, baby?" I asked, my heart still beating fast.
That was actually a pretty good workout...

"Can we do it again?" He whined, his big eyes looking into mine.

"Baby. You've had enough." I said sternly.

He sighed, closing his eyes as he breathed.
"I'm joking. I'm exhausted. I don't know how we both did all that."

"Why don't we take a nap then? But uh, let me get us some water first." I said. Grabbing some cold water bottles for us, quickly gulping some down.

"Wanna watch another movie." Peter joked.

"I uh- don't know if that's a good idea. Let's just cuddle." I said.
We got comfortable together on the couch, snuggling under the blanket.

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"Okay- but you know that was kind of crazy ho-
Oh my!-" Cindy yelled out, covering her mouth then eyes, as she faced away.

"What?" William asked confused, looking over into the living room to see the two boys together on the couch.
"Oh... ahem." He awkwardly looked away too.

Cindy gathered herself then walked into the living room.
"Ahem. Boys. Uh, time to wake up...."

My eyes slowly opened, noticing someone standing in the living room.
Hmm? What's going on, oh I'm tired.
Rubbing my eyes then opening them all the way.

Seeing both of my parents in the house.

"Ah!" I yelled in surprise, my eyes shot down as I remembered that me and Peter were still on the couch together. Still naked, but at least there was a blanket over us, even if it was only halfway.
I quickly grabbed it, pulling it over our bodies to cover ourselves completely.

"Uh- I- hm. H-hi." I stuttered, looking up at my mother who was standing there, her hand on the side of her face to block her view.

"Good evening, son. You should probably put some clothes on." She said then walked away.

My dad was standing near the front door, awkwardly looking away as he followed Cindy to a different room.

"Uh... shit." I mumbled under my breath.
"Peter. Wake up." I said, shaking him awake.

"Mmph, what!? I was sleeping good why d-"

"Peter. Hurry, put your clothes on. Now." I said, sitting up to find where my clothes had been thrown.

"What? Why?" He turned his head towards me, still confused and sleepy.

"Peter." My eyes looked around the room.
"My uh... my parents are here. We need to get dressed." I said quickly.

"What!? He shot up, his eyes darting around the room, hurriedly grabbing his clothes from the floor.

"Yeah. They uh... might of seen us together."

His eyes widened as he looked at me. "They- I-what!?"

"Just get dressed." I rushed.

I quickly put my pajama pants back on, at least it's easier to put these on than some tight jeans or something.
Grabbing my shirt, pulling it over my head as I watched Peter fumble around for his own clothes.

"Where the fuck are my pants!" He yelled quietly, knowing my parents were around.

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere." I chuckled.
"I mean, you were in a bit of a rush."

"Cole. This isn't the time for jokes." He said sternly, glaring at me then finally finding his pants.
Rushing to put them on, even if they were crooked.

"Alright... it's fine." I said reassuringly.

"Fine!? Cole." Peter yelled quietly at me.

He can be a bit of a drama queen, can't he.

"Look, it'll be fine, baby. I doubt they're mad, it'll probably just be- awkward." I said, putting my hands on his arms to comfort him.

"Ugh. Can I just go upstairs and curl into a ball?" He asked, his head falling against my chest.

"Sure. Go ahead, baby. You don't have to stay down here in all the awkward tension." I reassured, kissing his forehead.

"Our life is always awkward, isn't it?" He said, giving me a smile then going upstairs.

Taking a deep breath then walking into the kitchen where my mom was standing as she waited.

"So...uh..." I mumbled embarrassed, fiddling my hands together.

"On the couch. Really!?" She said annoyed.

"Well... you know it just, kinda happened. Things just happen so fast-"

"I really don't wanna know." She said grossed out, hand on her head.
"Just- go wash the couch covers alright. Now please."

"Uh- yeah..." I awkwardly backed away.

My dad was also in the kitchen, standing there, looking away like he usually does.
I think he still feels kind of awkward or uncomfortable being around me. Things are still kinda complicated after everything.

Plus I think he's still a little- eh, I dunno. He's just iffy about me being "gay"

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After backing away from that, I went up to our room.
Peter was laying on the bed, playing a game on his phone.

"I'm gonna take a shower." I said, tired and sweaty.

"Without me!?" Peter teased.

Chuckling at him. "You don't have to join every time."

He gasped. "How rude. I am your boyfriend and I demand to take a shower, right now." He joked, making a scene. Standing up, crossing his arms and pointing down at the floor.

Sighing, glancing up at the ceiling. "Oh, the things I put up with."

"Hey!" Peter said offended, punching me in the arm.

"Ow. No need to do that." I said, rubbing my arm.

"I didn't hit you hard." He laughed, walking past me into the bathroom.

"Still rude though." I said, then a sudden idea popping into my head. Staring at Peter, swinging my hand back then slapping his ass.

"Ow! Hey!" He complained.

"Mm. What?" I said innocently.

His eyes squinted at me, arms crossed.

"A nice cool shower sounds great right now. Wash off all that sweat and dirt. Mm, nice." I mumbled, turning on the water.

Closing the bathroom door then taking off my clothes. "So are you gonna, get in. Or... what?" I asked Peter, who was still just standing there.

He sighed, shaking his head then taking off his clothes.
I grabbed our towels then stepped into the shower.
But not before Peter slapped my ass back.

Staring back at him, unamused.

"Love you." He smirked.

Shaking my head. "Just get in here."

The water ran down my body, cleaning and cooling myself off. But then Peter moved in front of me, hogging the water.
He's the only one that gets special treatment from me. The little drama queen. Getting his princess treatment.

Peter was enjoying the water, while I started to think of something.
"Do you think we do 'it' to much?" I asked shyly.

"What?" He asked confused, turning around to face me.

"You know, like... this past week we've done- a lot. Y'a know?"

He frowned. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Do you wanna stop?..."

"Well- no. No, I- I love you and doing stuff with you. It's just that... have we been doing it to much?" I said awkwardly.

"I don't think so. We've both been enjoying it. But if you ever don't want to, just tell me. Okay?" He said reassuringly, rubbing my arms.

"Alright." I smiled. "I guess it's just teenage hormones huh?" I chuckled.

"Mm, yeah. Plus your hot. And I mean, I'm adorable. So how could you not?" Peter smirked.

"Oh you... your so full of it." I shook my head.

"Hmm. Your right. I'm full of something." He winked then turned around.

"I- wh- Peter!"

He giggled.

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