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Fort opens the collar of the garment with precision, taking the opportunity to touch the pale skin of Peat's neck with his fingertips, the sigh that the older man exhales brings a silly smile to his lips, and the sound that escapes Peat makes him sure that he looks like a horny puppy ready to play.
Well, can't say it isn't true.
He has had Peat against the wall for almost exactly ten minutes now, he is sure, he has mentally counted every second that has passed since he pulled his Phi into a reserved corner as soon as they said goodbye to the fans on stage, tacitly ignoring his grumbles as he was being pulled along, just as he ignored the slightly curious looks from the others, making up some brief excuse that he can't even remember anymore. It's been a long day and he's exhausted, but having Peat in an outfit like that was the last straw for his sanity, he couldn't wait.
He kisses his way down Wasu's throat and gets his hands firmly on his shoulders, if someone were looking from the outside they would easily say it was just another silly joke where Peat puts him behind, but it wasn't, he feels in the grip of the older man's hands that he wants more and if that wasn't indication enough, he has a warm sigh and Peat throwing his head back a little, giving him more of an opening, pulling him against himself and pressing them both together.
He doesn't have much time left, he knows that, maybe ten or twenty more until someone calls and that's not the best place. The wall where Peat is pressed is so thin that they can hear the fans talking and saying goodbye to each other, organizing themselves into groups to buy more artifacts or to leave, they can also hear the voices of their cast mates. They are all so close and it would be so, so embarrassing if someone suddenly pulled back that thin curtain that covers them and saw them like this.
It would be so complicated to explain why he had a hand going inside the white garment Peat was wearing. So...
"Stop thinking so much." the husky murmur slowly pulls him out of the little spiral of embarrassment. His fingers are pressed against the warm skin of Peat's waist and he would love to have time to undress Wasu entirely and worship that shiny skin with marks that only the two of them would know exist. He squeezes a little tighter and kisses Peat's Adam's pommel, the older man shudders and the sensation is so good that Fort moans and squeezes tighter, pressing his growing erection against Peat's thigh, wanting any solace for the arousal he would still have to hold for a while longer. "Fort..."
It is a moan, and it is sweet. Peat squeezes his strands a little tighter, the leather burns slightly, in a pleasurable way, he wants more, they do. He wants to kiss Peat and fit his body into his, he wants to hold him against the wall and pull out an orgasm big enough for his Phi to have no strength for anything but to hum his name softly, against his ear, as he has so often done, in his meek voice, mixed with sarcasm and natural spunk, the way he loves so much.
Damn. He wants it bad.
Time is even shorter and there is still too much makeup on both of them for him to kiss Peat without making a mess, so they have to make do with what they have. Peat gasps a little and rubs himself down too. Deliverance. Fort knows when Wasu is getting to that point. He squeezes his fingers a little tighter, Peat's skin is nice, soft, his waist perfect, and it fits so well in Fort's hands that it is as if he was molded to those exact measurements. So Fort loves having his hands there and really feels like he might explode if he goes too long without touching him.
He almost exploded during the event and he is sure that all the pictures and videos where he is embarrassingly hyped are already spread all over his social networks with big hashtags and tagging. And he doesn't care, because he knows that for every photo where he is completely defeated by Peat, he has Peat's eyes on him, just as defeated.
"Fort and Peat, we need to finish." Someone shouts outside and an almost destroyed sound leaves Thitipong's throat, he still doesn't want to go, he doesn't want to let Peat go and he doesn't want to be let go. He moves his kiss up to Wasu's jaw and kisses lighter at that point, the texture of the skin is good, even with the base getting in the way of his touch like a wall, later, when they are totally clean of all that, he will go back in there and do exactly what he wants.
Peat laughs as Fort squeezes him some more, melted, delivered. Fort knows, Peat is his, as he is Peat's. A long time, since day one. He has that notion, and to hell with anyone who thinks otherwise. Peat loosens the strands and presses his warm hand to the back of Fort's neck, the younger man murmurs and shivers, he wants a kiss.
Fort raises his eyes and finally lets himself be carried away by the intoxicating heat within Peat's perfect gaze, he has everything there, all the answers to any question in the world, it is ecstatic to be the target of such a beautiful gaze. Peat finally lets go of him and runs away from the embrace, Fort misses Wasu's touch in the same second and wants to grab him again, but he can't. He knows there is no time.
There aren't as many fan voices around anymore, but the room outside the curtains seems more and more full of people from the team, someone's shadow hovers very close to them. They are still too excited. Fort squeezes his eyes shut a little when Peat moves, the opposite position this time, he is against the wall and the older man has a smile. He would earn a kiss if not for the makeup and the weather, Fort knows he would. Wasu arranges the younger man's displaced strands as much as he can. The clothes are long enough and the pants are free enough to hide the erections, but at the flushed ears and sensitive stares it is simply impossible, they are going to have to deal with it.
"P,Peat...I..." the whine is cut off with a look.
"We'll finish that later." Peat says and it sounds like a promise that Fort knows will be kept. Peat leaves first, clothes rearranged and collar closed again, Fort has to count to ten mentally so he doesn't pull Phi back and do something crazy before he leaves too. He needs almost a full minute to feel able to leave without screwing up.
He finds Peat surrounded by Boss, Noeul and someone else from the team, he is smiling, talking about something Fort doesn't know and it doesn't matter right now. Fort walks up to the group with his childish grin and his hot, throbbing cock against his garment, he is going to have a wet spot very soon if he keeps looking at Wasu. He throws himself against Peat and draws a snide remark from him, but is not pushed, the others laugh and joke about it as he throws his hand over the older man's shoulder. Peat settles into the embrace quietly.
Someone sighs and jokes about how clingy they are, Fort smiles big and charming,but is silenced by an affectionate nudge. He smiles wider.
"So, where are we having dinner?" It's not Peat who asks, but that clearly gets his attention. And that's fine, Fort settles in better, her hand going down until it meets Wasu's waist casually, she should never have to leave there.
Fort finally gets involved in the conversation. The head, however, wondering what the evening holds.