Love You Too
As soon as Carol finished putting Scott’s makeup on, she rushed into her room and quickly put on her costume. When she came out, she was dressed as a pirate. She had on a similar outfit to Hope with a frilly shirt and leather pants but with a toy sword attached to her waist. She had an eyepatch and a plastic pigeon on her shoulder, which looked like it was super-glued on. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had a hook for a hand.
“Where’s the peg leg?” Scott asked.
“That was a little too much for me,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll even lose the hook by the end of the night.”
“Is that a pigeon?” Peter observed.
“Yes!” Carol answered. “I’m sure there were some pirates with pigeons! Why send a message in a bottle when you can send a pigeon?”
“Yeah guys, stop trying to pigeonhole pirates into only having parrots as pets,” Hope cut in with an amused look on her face.
“You shut up,” Carol replied. “Are we all ready to go?” Everyone nodded. “Good then, let’s go!”
They headed out the door and went to the first party at one of the school dorm buildings. It seemed like Peter was the only one who didn’t know whose party it was because the other three had someone to talk to. Peter just stuck to his friends whenever he wasn’t by the bar filling up his cup with something. Scott, Hope, and Carol spent their time at the party socializing and by the time Peter finished his second vodka cran, they were ready to head to the next party.
At the next party, which was at a house near campus, Scott convinced Peter to be his partner for a game of beer pong against Carol and Hope. Peter and Scott were no match for the girls, and when Peter had his first gulp of beer, he knew he was already losing. Still, he forced it down in hopes of winning, but they didn’t even get the girls down to five cups before they lost. Scott laughed it off and then went to get some water for all of them.
“You gotta keep hydrated or your hangover is gonna be massive tomorrow,” he told Peter.
After the game, they socialized a little more before heading off to the next party. It was a little further off but it was on the rooftop of an apartment building. There wasn’t any cranberry juice at this party so Peter mixed some vodka with cola. It wasn’t as good, but it got the job done. The vibe at this party was a little more relaxing so Peter wasn’t as nervous when his friends left him to go socialize some more. He just stared off into the city, grateful that he had a beautiful view.
He’d been trying not to think about Steve all night, but the man just crept into his thoughts every time he saw some blonde hair or a man with a muscular build. He wondered where Steve was and what he was doing. Was he hanging out with someone else? Or was he just at home.
Peter checked his instagram to see if Steve had posted anything on his story, but he hadn’t. It was a Saturday night so he was possibly at Quicksilver watching Hulk perform. He checked Hulk’s story, but didn’t catch a glimpse of Steve anywhere. It didn’t seem like the show had started yet, but Hulk at least was having fun partying with some man with a goatee he kept referring to as Tony.
Peter supposed wherever Steve was at, he didn’t want anyone to know. For a second Peter wished he was with him even if they were all alone at his place watching scary movies.
Then his thoughts were interrupted by Scott and Carol as they pulled him out to dance. Steve vanished from his thoughts as he danced with his friends. He was glad he’d come out with them. He’d already gone to more parties in one night than he thought he’d gone to all of high school.
For the rest of the night they hopped a few more parties, until around 2 am when everyone was tired. Scott and Peter walked the girls back to their apartment and then went back to their dorm.
“Did you have fun, Petey?” Scott asked after they had cleaned off their makeup and gotten out of costume.
“Yeah, Scotty. It was the best.” Peter was drunk but he was happy as he plopped himself on his bed.
“That’s good to hear,” Scott said. “It was a really good night. Never party hopped like that before.”
“It was a great experience. So many parties. One night only!”
“You’re drunk,” Scott said, giggling.
“You are too,” Peter replied, giggling along.
“You right. Tomorrow’s hangover is gonna suuuck.”
“We can think about that tomorrow then.”
“You right again. G’night Petey.”
“G’night Scotty.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too…” Peter said the words out of habit. Not only was he drunk, but he was drowsy and he was asleep in a few minutes. The next morning, he didn’t even remember saying the words. Especially with the headache he had.
He took a couple of painkillers and went back to bed. He was going to take a page out of Michelle’s book and sleep until noon.
When he awoke again, he stared up at the ceiling, still not ready to get up. He grabbed his phone and checked his socials. His heart skipped a beat at seeing a message from Steve.
“How was your Halloween?” it said.
“Went to a lot of parties and got a lot of drunk,” Peter replied.
He continued laying in bed as he waited for a response. He had to control himself from directly asking Steve what he had done for Halloween. A few minutes later he got a reply. “Sounds like the night was a success then.” Peter couldn’t help it and typed out his response asking about Steve’s night when Steve sent another message. It said, “Hey, you said you want to work out with me right?”
Peter quickly erased what he wrote and had to stop himself from sending a big, “YES!” Instead, he took a few seconds and wrote, “Yeah, that’d be cool.” He had to be cool if he wanted things with Steve to go his way.
“What’s your schedule? When are you free?” Steve wrote.
Peter thought about giving Steve his full school schedule, but figured that would be too much. Instead, he wrote back. “Free all weekend. Weekdays I’m free most afternoons after 3pm. I also have a late start on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I guess I’m free before noon those days.”
Peter tended to wake up early on most days. Even on his late start days he used the extra time to study. But for Steve, he would gladly relinquish any free time. He couldn’t help but imagine spending afternoons with the man, leading into evenings, and sleepovers. He couldn’t help but imagine waking up next to Steve and the passionate morning sex the two would have before going to class. But he was getting ahead of himself.
“Would you want to hang out Tuesday morning? Say, around 6am?” Peter smiled to himself as he let his imagination roam some more. Maybe Steve was imagining the same things he was. But Peter knew they were only going to be exercising. It was another branch of thought that Peter was willing to go down. Just the thought of seeing Steve lifting weights all sweatily made Peter hard.
“Tuesday 6am is good for me,” Peter responded. He looked over to Scott’s bed and saw that he was still asleep. Peter then turned away from him and let his imagination go all over the place with this thoughts of Steve. The thought of kissing him, running his hands all over his body, touching his hard cock and taking it in his mouth. Then the thought of Steve picking him up and pushing him down on his cock. Peter didn’t even last a minute before he came in his underwear.
He reached for his phone and saw that Steve had messaged him back. “Cool, I’ll pick you up.”
Peter’s worries about what Steve had been up to the night before were gone and replaced by all the thoughts of what they would be doing together on Tuesday morning. Peter got some clothes and rushed to the shower before Scott could wake up and see that he had creamed his underwear.
In the shower, he was filled with more thoughts and had to have another wank. He just couldn’t get enough of Steve.
When he finally got out, Scott was up and also getting ready to shower. “Hope you left some hot water for me,” he joked.
“You gotta be faster than that,” Peter joked back.
“Hey, after I shower, do you want to watch some Drag Race?”
“Sounds good. Should I go out and buy some snacks?”
“Ooh, I’d love some chips. Maybe some popcorn. Oh and definitely some iced tea or something to wash it down.”
Peter rolled his eyes but with a smile on his face. “You sure can eat a lot.”
“I’m not the only one,” Scott said, patting Peter on the belly.
Peter smacked him on the arm as he rushed to get away. “Yeah, alright. I’ll get some chips and popcorn and iced tea. Anything else, your highness?”
“That’ll be all,” Scott said. “Please and thank you!”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
“Love you, Petey,” Scott said as he headed into the bathroom.
“L--love you too…” That time he hesitated because he was no longer drunk and actually had to think about it. He didn’t know if he was close enough to Scott to actually say and mean the words, but he didn’t not love him. He trusted him and he was kind of like a brother to him. Peter shook his head. It wasn’t a big deal. It just meant they were close. In fact, he felt closer to Scott than he did to Michelle and Ned, and if he could tell them he loved them, then he could tell Scott he loved him.