I posted this meme, and then realised that the only things I’ve written recently are 10000 words of three separate Libertines fics. I’m so sorry. But on the other hand, judging by the number of people who messaged me asking for my stash of saved Libs fics I’m reassured that perhaps the demand is there, so here’s a few tasters! All from the currently-longest fic cos that’s where my head’s at right now, haha.
Carl just rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t really want to continue this weary argument yet again.
“Almost an hour, perhaps,” Carl says, trying not to shiver at the feeling of Peter’s eyes on him.
“I wouldn’t mind, but there’s things I’d like more,” he says, his eyes fixed on Carl again, just like they were at the party.
Peter walks towards him, comes close enough to touch, and he does, brushing Carl’s hair back from his face again, looking down into his eyes with such intent that Carl shivers.
“Fuck,” sighs Peter, his eyes following his hands as they stroke over Carl’s chest and stomach.
(There were a few more eyes ones but I felt like that’s enough lol)
Peter must have an interesting story to tell, though Carl isn’t sure how much of it he’d believe.
They’re probably not even halfway home, and they’ve already done what they were on their way to do.
Carl tries to act naturally, like he brings people he’s just met here to fuck all the time, and like he assumes Peter visits places like this all the time, and he should feel at home.
Thanks for asking!
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