arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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36 - ink smudged thumbs and painted lips

as he walked, he heard it speak. it was quiet. scratchy. his name. his name had never sounded so tormented. he had to speak to william. he thought of ways to call him. from lily or taliah's phone? from larissa's office? then it hit him. theodore nott. if he could get to the old fashioned phone in theo's shop. he could call his dad. peter didn't remember his father's number, but he knew he had written down for the old man to call william in case of emergency.

"hello, who is this?" the voice started, that familiar monotone drawl of his own father. he could almost taste the alcohol on his breath. no doubt sat at his desk, half drunk glass of whiskey in his hand. some random person laid somewhere in the office.

"dad! i'm sorry i haven't called-" peter started, but he was cut off. williams tone was more intrigued then before.

"peter? what do you want." he questioned, not wasting any time with this pathetic call. he had business to attend.

"i see it, that shadow. the one you told me about-" and the line went dead. call disconnected. bastard. he groaned, slamming the phone on the desk. frustration kicking in. he didn't know what the shadow meant. and his father was as good help as he was a dad. so not very much. he felt the sting of tears, pathetic. crying over a man who didn't even care. a shadow looming over him, ad he didn't know what it meant. when the doorbell rang for the shop. reminding him he had broke into theo's shop. he makes a feeble attempt to wipe his tears. looking up expecting to face a disappointed theodore. yet he found xavier thorpe. a concerning worried look etched on his face.

"before you start, i'm okay." peter makes a desperate attempt of shutting xavier down. lowering his eyes from the boy, who stood ever so handsomely. his hair long, slightly curled from the rain. his eyes were dark, like the clouds in the sky above.

"no you're not. peter." his voice was as sweet as the honey daphne used to put in her tea. it was calm, gentle, and soft. he was always soft. it hurt. why couldn't he just be horrible to him? why was everyone switching up? after everything, why now? and he felt the arms wrap around him, he wanted to push the boy away. but he didn't. instead he let xavier pull him closer. his arms wrapping around his neck from the back. pulling the boys back into his chest. small sobs racking through peter's frame, his body trembling with each one.

"you're angry." xavier finally speaks, peter knows it's not a question. xavier knows peter's angry, without even asking. he's not sad, he's pissed. peter was the kind of boy to turn his angry into tears so he never did anything to regret. peter looks over his shoulder to the taller boy. their noses practically touching.

"xavier." peter speaks. the faces ever so close together. he can taste xavier's minty breath. and taste it he did. surging forward, spinning in his chair. clutching xavier’s shirt. pulling him closer. xavier's hands reaching out to the table behind them. trapping the boy in the chair.

"what the fuck are we doing." he spits, pushing himself off peter.

"it's making me feel better." peter grins lightly, no sign of anger or sadness on his face. xavier grins as he tilts peter's face up towards him. his chin squared between his thumb and index finger.

"needy." xavier chuckles as he leans down. peter chasing his lips as if the boys lips were forbidden. which technically, it was. to their fathers.

"just one more." xavier teases, pressing his lips to peter's once more. this one is soft, peter's hands still needly clutching his shirt. but the passion isn't fierce. it's soft. it's sweet.

"wanna do something fun?" xavier’s asks him, pulling away once more. looking down at peter. whose eyes are half lidded and dimmed. xavier would say peter had never looked so beautiful, however he would say that every time he saw the boy. peter takes the boy hand, a small soft smile on his face. he already has an idea of where xavier is taking him. and that's how he finds himself sat on a table in xavier's art room. laughing as the boy dances to taylor swift songs. well shake it off specifically. he laughed, a real laugh. a roar of laughter as the boy swung his hips. holding a paintbrush in his hand. droplets of the red painting dripping onto his shoes, but he couldn't find the mind to care as he made peter belfiore laugh. peter watched as the boy lazily painted. the sunset. shades of the most vibrant reds and yellows. whilst peter drew the first thing that came to his mind, and for some reason. it was a house. he had no idea what or where the house was. but it was old, and seemingly abandoned from the towering overgrown plants linger by the gates. xavier making his way over, swaying the paintbrush back and forth.

"don't you dare." but before peter could move, the boy leaped forward. the red paintbrush swiping right across peter's lips as the boy tried to pull back. xavier laughed, a look of amusement evident on his face as peter grew red. grabbing the boy by his collar and pulling him towards him. the boys cold lips soon lingered on his neck. xavier’s hand gripping tightly at the boys hips. so hard, the the fingers burned at the markings. but as xavier's mint scent passed around him, his hands in the boys long hair. teeth biting at the soft skin of the boys neck. peter couldn't give two shits about anything.