darker_london | Kiss, boys, kiss! (Peter/Thomas, Svetlana, Mary, Ghosts) (Reply)

Peter wasn't sure what he was going to do if Thomas got any worse. Thomas wouldn't even look at Peter now. And Peter understood it was because he was hungry and thirsty and if they stayed stuck in here it would get worse and worse. Thomas had had terrible nightmares of watching his husband and son suffer as he had suffered. Now he was locked in with Peter, having to watch Peter go through it.

Peter did his best to try to show Thomas he was okay. But the truth was he was hungry, and he was thirsty and he was freezing arse cold. There was only so much he could do to cover it up, and Thomas was with it enough to see right through that anyway.

"Thomas." Peter edged forward to cuddle against his best friend. It was warmer that way and he knew Thomas wouldn't mind. "Are you awake?"

"Mmm." Thomas turned his head so he could look past Peter as if looking at him. He kissed Peter on his head and then he leaned his own against the cold stone behind him. A shiver shuddered his body and Peter's with it.

"Will you look at me? I hate it when you don't look at me."

Thomas complied, but the expression on his face told Peter it was causing him pain to do so. "Thomas. I am not a wilting flower here, alright? You don't have to look past me to ignore fraying edges."

"But it's been-" Thomas cut himself off then. He didn't know how long it had been. "A while."

"I know. But Thomas, my metabolism doesn't move at three times normal speed. And I've eaten the crisps. And Amaris isn't here. We're alone. Together. You and I. I'm with you, and I'm going to be okay." Peter reached a cold hand out to touch Thomas' cheek. "You won't have to watch me die."

Thoams sighed, and he leaned his head forward to rest against Peter's. "Guess I'm still messed up, hmm?"

"No one could blame you for that."

"Peter..." Thomas pulled his head back, but their faces were still quite close.

"Yeah, Thomas?" Peter looked up at his best friend, his eyes bright.

"I- Nothing. You...you're just close is all."

"We've been close for what I'm assuming has been days."

Thomas gave Peter a look which said he was all too aware of that. There was no room to move in the cell with two bodies in it. They were squashed together and that was that. "It's just...nice, is all."

Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't pull back further. "Thomas...your wife is on the other side of the wall." Not to mention Svetlana, who Peter was trying vehemently to deny he loved in his own heart. Peter wasn't so good at denying love...

"And you are right beside me like you always have been and it's driving me fucking mental," Thomas breathed. "And I want to kiss you like you kissed me in the barn and claim the desperate situation as an excuse, but you can't die and I am dead though I do seem to be a little headfucked." Thomas ran his fingers through his hair. "Peter, I just want-"

"Thomas, you're claustrophobic."

"I'm not."

"You're saying this because you're hoping it will take away from the horror of-"

"Peter, I'm not!" Thomas reached out to silence Peter by clapping a hand over his mouth. It was awkward, as Peter was quite close to him. "I just miss this kind of thing."

Peter gave Thomas and incredulous look and then he pulled Thomas' hand away from his face. "You miss fucking up and getting locked in random prison cells?"

"No, you ninny." Thomas shook his head. "I miss going all over the place with you. Getting into mad situations. It's...bringing up old feelings..."

Peter licked his lips and he tried to tell himself Thomas was wrong, but he wasn't. He certainly didn't relish the situation now, but he couldn't help but love the fact that Thomas was who he was here with. He realised that these few days had been the longest stretch of time he had spent with his best friend in probably a year. This man he had once spent every waking moment with had become something else. Still his best friend, certainly. Still the person who understood him better than any other. But he had become a husband to other people. A father to children. A friend to many. He wasn't just Peter's anymore.

Dammit.

Peter reached out then, pulling Thomas towards him. Thomas didn't protest. In fact, he was quite determined in his reciprocation and they kissed-

Thomas wrenched his face away suddenly and without warning, though it was not out of realisation or horror. Peter's head was buzzing and his already dizzy mind was spinning out of control. "Peter! Did you hear something?!" Someone was coming towards them. "Mary?! Svetlana?!" Thomas jumped up then, leaving Peter on the ground, trying to figure out why he had just done what he had done.