Remember how I said I had written the steamiest smuff in this book a while back? I lied. This is the steamiest. You'll need barrels of Holy Water, trust me.

Anyway it's Christmas Eve(and already Christmas in some areas) so for this holiday season, and in honour of hitting 30-FREAKING-K reads, here is a lovely chapter for your needy eyes.

Read with discretion...

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"So you're really gonna go to that party?"

All through the day Colin had made several attempts to convince Peter to stay behind. None of them had worked. Not even the promise to help him with any college assignment.

It was nightfall now, and it actually seemed that Peter wasn't going to change his mind no matter what.

"Yes," Peter responded as he unplugged his phone from where it was charging. He checked his messages and reread the text Marcus had sent concerning the party. It was at 9 pm. Two hours from now. "And I'm still going no matter what you say, don't even try to bring up some lame excuse again."

"Fine, I can't stop you." Colin lifted his hands in a gesture of defeat, leaning against the doorframe which led from Peter's room to the hall.

"You never had a shot anyway." A shrug.

Colin watched Peter go through his closet, the space between his eyebrows narrowing as he thought hard. "Why are you so bent on going, anyway?"

"It's Marcus Hall, he's a big name right now. He also invited me personally." Peter turned as he pulled out a pair of sneakers he had got out of a promotion deal. They were fairly new, he hadn't worn them since the shoot he had done. "Why are you so bent on me not going?"

"I already told you. I don't like Marcus."

"Why?"

"It's complicated."

Peter passed Colin a look. "Then I'm still going."

The brunet stood there, rubbing his forehead as he sighed heavily. The only thing he could do now was stall and hope whatever course of action he took would last long enough for attending to seem pointless.

An idea came to him.

"You'll take a shower before you leave, yeah?" Colin asked, eyebrows rising the same way one corner of his lips did. He caught Peter's arm as the dark-haired boy crossed the ledge.

"Yup."

A satisfied smile climbed up his face as Colin pulled Peter closer, nose rubbing the latter's neck. "Good. Let's do it now," he breathed out, kissing a trail down the crook of his slender neck. "I want to mark you as mine first."

"As yours?" Peter questioned. "Don't tell me you think I'm some-'"

The brunet held him by the chin, tipping it up delicately. "Do this for me, please." Leaning closer so his lips brushed Peter's with every uttered word, Colin added, "The only thing I want right now is for you to smell like me the entire time you're at that stupid party."

Peter blinked at him. "You're a fucking weirdo, you know that?" His hands went up to Colin's hair as he let the brunet kiss him, fingers diving into the soft, brown locks.

"Not really what I expected to hear, Pikachu."

Colin's tongue probed at the seam of Peter's lips before they slipped inside his mouth. His hands started to undo the buttons on his roommate's shirt before his hands slipped under the waistband of Peter's shorts. There was warmth, the softness of bare flesh meeting his palms.

"You went commando?" Colin whispered through the kiss. "Fuck, that's so sexy." It was a nice surprise. Unexpected, but nice all the same.

"Take these off so I can look at you." Colin hooked his fingers in the waistband of the shorts, letting it snap against Peter's slender hip when he let go.

Peter pulled back. "Know that I'm doing it because I want to, not because you said I should."

Colin nodded with an amused smile, he knew better.

His eyes followed Peter's hands as they tugged the shorts down slowly, exposing the light-coloured skin beneath. Soon, the shorts fell at his feet and Colin's gaze lingered a little too long on his body.

"Take yours off too."

"As you wish." With those words, the brunet's clothes ended up in a pile on the floor.

The bathroom was their sanctuary after that. Kisses were shared in between sessions of taking the time to bathe each other. Colin washed Peter's hair after the Asian had helpfully washed his, letting him feel the same exquisite sensations the delicate touches created. The scent of Colin's honey body wash lingered on their skin minutes after the shower of water rinsed them off.

Their lips were connected again, in a kiss that had Colin's jaw tick when they pulled away to catch their breaths. He spun Peter around immediately, silently cursing himself for allowing a grudge with stupid Marcus Hall to get him frustrated to the extent that he was using sex as a means to get Peter to stay a little longer.

But right now wasn't the time to be sorry, he could do that after they were done. For now, he was going to show Peter the good time he had promised.

"Hands on the wall. Arch your back for me, baby," Colin whispered as he gripped Peter's hair, tilting his head back. He pushed Peter's legs further apart as the Asian complied to his initial request, letting his eyes take in the sight before him. Pressing his body against his roommate's, Colin ran his tongue along Peter's neck as he muttered more words under his breath. "You're so hot. You don't even have to do anything to get me hard."

Peter gulped, shutting his eyes briefly before letting his gaze rest on the bathroom ceiling, where his line of sight led to because of how Colin held him. "Sure doesn't... feel like it."

"It will in a second."

He turned the shower off, grabbing a condom and picking up the bottle of lube he had placed on one of the shelves.

Lubricated fingers teased Peter's hole until he couldn't keep silent anymore, small mewls of gratification leaving his lips. The sounds got loud and pitchy when Colin's palm smacked his behind, making heat spread throughout his body.

Colin's fingers gradually pushed through, and though it felt uncomfortable at first, the feeling of arousal flooded Peter when Colin's other hand rubbed the head of his aching dick.

"Keep your hands on the wall."

Heavy breaths left both their lips as their bodies joined, rendering them both in a haze of pleasure and bliss. Their movements were slow, a smooth rhythm that played in tune with the sound of slapping skin.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Colin mumbled as he laced his fingers with Peter's against the tile wall, hips still moving forward in slow-paced thrusts. "Damn, is it better than anything I imagined." His lips met Peter's shoulder as he asked, "You like it too, baby?"

The only response Peter could give at that moment was a mixture of a moan and a relieved sigh. It was hard to focus on forming words when his attention was split between what was going on at his backside, Colin's lips which sucked on his neck, and the hand that trailed down to his dick. It was like the guy wanted to destroy him in the most subtle and pleasurable way possible.

"Come on, Pikachu. I want... to hear you."

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?" Colin nudged his neck as he pushed as deep as he could go. "Tell me, hmm?"

Peter cried out, mouth hanging open as he panted. "Yes."

"Yes fucking what?" His sentence was punctuated with a hard plunge that had his pelvis pressed against Peter's ass.

"Ah, I love-- how it feels when you're in me."

"You love it enough to stay home for me? Huh, baby?" His hand was in Peter's hair once again as he yanked on the dark strands, just enough to change the direction of Peter's gaze to himself. "We can do this all night long, christen the entire place while we're at it."

This time, Peter was able to manage a laugh. "In your dreams, Colin."

A loud smack. An even louder pounding.

Colin didn't know if it was the way Peter moaned or the way he pushed back to meet his thrusts, or even the look on his face when their eyes met. That was probably it. The wet hair that stuck to his forehead, the pink, flushed face, and those fucking dark eyes which looked at him with unhidden want. It had him climaxing, spilling his seed into the condom. It had him hard again after he pulled out.

It had him dragging Peter with him into his bed and going another round. But even having Peter's back pressed to his chest while they both lay on their sides, even having the best angle to feel and let feel, still wasn't enough. He was still not appeased even after Peter came.

But he knew what to do.

"Colin, what do you think you're--"Peter asked as soon as the brunet straddled him.

"I've taken you twice now. It's only fair that you get to top me too." He lifted himself off Peter's hips, feeling around for the bottle of lube before squirting a generous amount into his hand.

His body obstructed the Asian's view, not that he had a problem with it. Colin was a fine specimen of the male species and he wouldn't mind spending an eternity staring as his body. In fact, he wanted to do more than stare.

Propping himself up by his hands, Peter leaned forward and pressed his lips against Colin's pecs. He did it twice, receiving a small laugh when he nipped lightly at the skin.

The dark-haired boy fell back on the sheets, just as Colin's hand went around his dick. The way he slowly flicked his wrist and squeezed in all the right places had Peter's breaths speeding up. He was lost in the feeling until he felt Colin slip the condom on... on him.

"Hold on. Have you--

"Yeah, don't worry about that. It's been years though." A small smile lit up his face before his head went back down as he teased himself with Peter's erection, hair falling over his face. Colin jerked Peter off, using his lubed-up hand to spread the slick substance.

Peter watched him in silence as the brunet pushed down just enough to get the head in, then lift himself back up so he hovered a few inches above. He licked his lips, uttering the only words he thought made sense because what Colin was doing at the moment didn't. "I'll go easy."

"Gee, how considerate." Colin grinned at him as he planted his palms firmly on Peter's chest. He aligned himself with Peter's member.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

And Peter pushed upwards, slowly sinking into Colin's body. There was a brief moment where the two of them just stared at each other with indecipherable expressions, a moment where Colin had to bite down on his tongue a little harder and Peter had to hold that breath he so desperately held a little longer.

"Fuck, that's a lot." Colin huffed, his eyes screwing shut as his teeth dug down on his bottom lip.

"Look who's talking."

They made eye contact and laughter erupted from both guys. It didn't even kill the mood or anything, rather, it edged them on.

Colin's head fell back as he gyrated his hips. Back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. Over and over again.

"Oh fuck, keep riding me like that," Peter groaned. His hands reached out to grip the brunet's hips as his own rose off the bed to meet his movements. The bed creaked and banged against the wall each time their bodies met.

Within minutes, Peter was shuddering underneath Colin. He came for the second time, body soaked with sweat, emanating the stench of sex and body wash. Both Colin's.

°

"Here's an idea," Peter started, slipping on another one of his plaid shirts. It was slowly becoming a signature look. "Why don't you come with me to the party? You and Marcus can reconnect and stuff."

Colin didn't even bat an eyelid as he let out a firm "No."

"It's a win-win-win situation. You get to be with me, enjoy a high-class bash, and catch up with an old friend."

"Absolutely fucking not," Colin scoffed. A laugh that didn't sound at all joyous followed.

"Did... did something happen between you two?"

"Like a fight?" Colin fluffed up the pillow his head rested against. He shifted his body so he faced Peter, also giving his boyfriend a front row view of his naked body.

"I don't really know. Yeah, I guess."

"No. Marcus and I hadn't gotten into a fight."

"Whatever." Peter made an eye-roll. "Since you're not going can you at least drop me off? And like, put on some clothes?"

"What? You don't like me as I am?" The brunet spread out his arms and legs, exposing himself even more.

"You're blinding me right now." Peter threw boxers at him. He only looked at them.

"Going commando. Pass me those."

He got tossed a pair of sweatpants and lazily slipped them on, raking his hands through his hair as he sighed.

It was only thirty minutes into 9pm and even the more-than-an-hour-steamy-sex wasn't stopping Peter. But Colin found comfort in one fact as he picked up his car keys and put on a t-shirt. Make that two.

First, Peter definitely smelled like him.

Second, Peter wasn't walking straight because of him. Not like there was anything straight about him anyway.

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