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Peter was fast asleep, when Elias came home, the television was on. Someone on it was singing about eels. Elias was quite sure Peter hadn’t chosen this, but had rather drifted off in the middle of one his beloved train documentaries. The cat was sitting on Peter’s lap, also asleep. He walked up to Peter and whispered in his ear: “Your throat is exposed Peter, someone could easily slit it.”
Peter’s eyes popped open, he grabbed Elias by the neck. Then realized who it was. “Oh hullo, luv.”
Elias was gasping for breath, a bit turned on really, as he tried to mouth the safe word. Peter winked and let go.
“I wasn’t going to kill you Darling,” Elias sulked, rubbing his sore neck.
“You know better then to wake me up like that,” Peter chided.
“Very well,” Elias sighed and sat down next to him. He nuzzled into Peter’s arms, Peter didn’t resist, what would be the point.
“What are you watching?” Peter said puzzling at the tv screen.
“I wasn’t watching anything, you were asleep in front of the tv, again,” Elias sighed.
“I stay up waiting for you, alone by myself ... waiting and watching… you never show up at a reasonable hour,” Peter said.
“You love it,” Elias grinned and kissed Peter’s neck.
“Yeah, I do.” Peter smiled back.
Peter grabbed Elias, the cat ran from Peter’s lap onto the floor. Elias mock-protested: “You brute!”
He hoisted Elias onto his lap. “You are a horrible, nasty, rat bastard mockery of a man,” Peter said. It would have come off harsher if he wasn’t punctuating each word with three kisses.
Elias wrapped his arms around Peter: “Am I, so awful? Tell me more.”
“Self-serving, manipulative, monster in a person suit,” Peter said kissing his neck and face and lips.
Elias squirmed a bit but was leaning into the kisses and starting to laugh.
“You flatter me,” Elias said.
“You are a lying, narcissistic, stinky little man!” Peter kissed him over and over again. He got up, carrying Elias to the bed room. They made love loudly.
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Back in the archives Jon was really wishing he had obeyed the label on the tape: “Do not listen, Do not archive.”
Martin standing in the corner of the room hidden in the lonely, wished he hadn’t heard this either.