SO.. yeah... -PETER-

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton had actually been really surprised when peter finally gave in. He wasnt sure what he was planning. He had just been messing around at first, but then Peter was seeming unsure like he would agree and well he just kind of went with it. He wasnt sure what he had actually planned to do in the long run, but now he found himself closing his computer and finding a clean shirt to pull on so he could head over.

He had just taken a shower just before hed got on so his hair had been wet and he hadnt bothered to put a shirt on yet, sitting there in only his jeans, his damp towel around his shoulders. Ashton rubbed the towel of his hair again before tossing it on his bed. He had settled on his dark maroonish colored shirt and a black vest. Pulling them on he moved over to his desk and started to come out his hair, the ends curling already. He sighed shaking it a bit from his eyes and then shrugged to himself. 'Whatever..' he mumbled.

grabbing his wallet and phone he headed out the door on his way towards harding university. Really it was a stupid thing to do, people had just gotten a little crazy lately. Not but a couple weeks ago on of the kids on the first floor got mugged on their way home and they all knew it was some harding kids, but of course they couldnt prove it, but whatever they all knew.

He pulled his cable down low. He figured they wouldnt actually notice he was from a different school, probably a visitor or what not. He kept his head down as he made his way upstairs. He had to stop and ask someone which room was peters because hed forgotten to ask. No one seemed to notice anything which was good with him. He felt like he was in high school though.

Ashton licked his lips as he found himself finally in front of peters room. He lifted his fist and and knocked it on the door a couple of times. He knew who peter was, he wasnt and idiot and even if he hadnt known, he was around the chat to know he was Carsons brother. He was pretty sure he would have just lwent with some hand jobs or something. Honestly he didnt care, but hey he was right, much better then laying down.</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

CHECK THE OUTFIT YO.

Nervous? Understatement.

Peter closed his laptop, wide eyed. He didn't know what he had just gotten himself into. Licking his lips, Peter groaned. 'Way to go, Petey. WAY TO EFFING GO.' He thought to himself. Ashton would think he was an idiot. Peter didn't no more know how to give head or a hand job. It wasn't like he sat in his room all day trying to figure that shit out! No- Peter didn't even masturbate, let alone think about sex that often. Peter worriedly stood from his desk and looked up at his dresser. His jaw dropped before a firm pout set upon his lips. Peter couldn't believe how tired and haggard he looked. He didn't like that. There was no way Ashton could find that attractive. Who could find that attractive?! Ugh, Peter hated having to THINK about being attractive. He figured he still had a little time before Ashton would be coming. Then he remembered it would take longer since Peter had forgotten to give Ashton a room number... woops.

Stripping down to nothing, Peter moved into his bathroom and turned the shower on, stepping in after it warmed up enough. Peter loved showers. They were relaxing and it was his time to think about everything. This time Peter didn't think. He just let his mind fully relax, closing his eyes. Finally Peter kicked it in gear and washed his hair and body. At least he would be smelling good. After stepping out of the shower, Peter grabbed a towel and dried himself off. He smiled at the mirror, then lifted his lips like he was growling at it. Just for effect, Peter did growl at the mirror. He then grabbed his tooth brush, squirted a little toothpaste on it and proceeded to brush his pearly whites. Peter was a huge fan of hygiene. It was important to him.

Just as Peter was moving room to find some clothes to put on that were actually clean there was a knock at the door. He sighed, "Just a minute." He said as he went to his closet and grabbed a random outfit and slipping his clothes on in record time. Peter put his dirty clothes in the hamper that was tucked away in his closet. Moving toward the door, Peter drew in a deep breath. Couldn't Ashton have waited a little longer? He bit his lip and opened the door. Peter smiled that disarming smile he was known for and moved so that Ashton could enter. "Hey," Peter said with a nod. "Come on in, make yourself at home." Gee, what a good host. Peter was a pure gentleman most of the time, though he did have some rougher moments as well. "Glad you found the room." Peter said with a laugh. "I didn't think until too late that I had forgotten to tell you."

It would be obvious just how different Peter was from Carson. Carson sort of carried an intimidating, dark feeling about him whereas Peter carried a light, airy,laid back feeling about him. Anyone who knew both Peter and Carson would be able to tell the difference between them. But there were a lot of people at both Harding and Camden that didn't know BOTH of them. Peter hated getting mistaken for his brother, but he was much too stubborn to change his appearance because of it. If anyone of them would change appearance, it would have to be Carson. Peter's dorm really wasn't all that special. He had his guitar propped up agains the far wall, and his desk was littered with journal upon journal and half a dozen pens. There wasn't a lot of light and everything was pretty simple. It was pretty much any musician's dream work room.

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton was about to knock again when he heard someone in side say just a minute. He sighed and placed his hands in his pockets, leaning back a bit on his heel. he hoped the kid hurried, he wasnt about to wait out there all day. Well of course that was an overstatement. Ashton sighed as he waited. The good thing about this being peter was the fact that he would know what the kid looked like considering he was twins with Carson.

Other then the fact that he went to school with Carson it didnt take a genius to figure out that they were related. Besides hes a huge chat lurker and often times finds out a lot of stuff when the others think that they are alone. Poor bastards. Besides, who would think it would be smart to talk about personal things like that when it can so easily be seen or eavesdropped into. So in any point, he already knew that peter and carson were brothers. So maybe it wasnt smart to mess with carsons brother, but Ashton didnt much think about that.

Of course when Peter opened the door, Ashton was surprised to find that he had obvious differences. Where Carson had that... dark attractiveness about him, Peters kind of shined. It was almost where it was not on site noticeable but yet at the same time someone would have to be blind not to see it. He added those things to their look that carson didnt. He had a smile that almost made you stop in your tracks. Ashton raised his brows at him and then smirked as he stepped in. "yeah... okay' he glanced around the room.

It was a little different from theirs at camden, but really it felt a little more comfortable. was that odd, he wondered. At the mention of the room he shrugged. "yeah... well I forgot too' he said. "just asked around. You know.. they say men cant ask for directions. I think thats crock. I ask for directions, id rather look like a smart idiot then a lost idiot too stubborn to fix it.' he smirked again.

As Ashton looked around he nodded, impressed at what he found. His eyes fell onto the guitar propped up and he walked over to it, picking it up. '"hmm...' he licked his lips, his touch on it gentle. "beautiful' he said though not really to peter but just... aloud. His voice was a little quiet as he was in thought. He ran his fingers over the strings strumming it a bit. "Feels good' he nodded and strummed out the beginning of a little tune, not having eve bothered to ask if he could have permission to touch the guitar. Again it just wasnt something he thought. Mostly he just did and then it was an afterthought that he just shrugged away because he figured it was too late.</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

Peter watched as Ashton walked into the room. He tilted his head, letting the door shut behind him. "Well, I'm glad you asked around, then. You might have never found me otherwise." Peter said jokingly, his smile still stretching on his lips. "I'm with you," Peter said with a laugh, "I'd rather look like the smart idiot than the lost idiot any day." Sometimes Peter felt like he was the lost idiot more often than not though. Maybe Carson was right all along. Maybe he was going nowhere because he just couldn't figure anything out on his own. Peter pushed thoughts of Carson away. His brother could hog his thoughts later. At the moment Peter needed to focus on Ashton. Ashton was the one that needed to keep his attention... not Carson. As much as Pete worried about his brother, well, he just couldn't right then.

Peter's eyes followed as Ashton immediately walked toward Eleanor. Peter's body tensed as he leaned leaned against the door for support. Usually Peter was super protective of Eleanor. No one but him had touched her for years. He fought back the urge to say something and walked forward, standing next to Ashton. Eleanor did look good in Ashton's arms. Some people she just didn't fit right with, but the way Ashton held her... well, Peter didn't think he would have to worry about Ashton hurting his pride and joy. Peter bit his lip as Ashton began to strum out a tune. He tried not to let it get to him. Eleanor was like his religious shrine. She was the one lady in his life worth anything. Seeing someone else touch her... play her... Peter wasn't sure about it.

"Yeah, she is beautiful..." Peter started softly as he reached out and gently took Eleanor from Ashton's hands. "She's my most valued possession in the world." Peter held her as if he were going to play something, but just looked up. "Ten years of loyalty is hard to beat." Peter looked down at Eleanore before gently placing her back in her spot against the wall. "I named her Eleanore... from Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles." Peter moved away from Ashton and sat on the end of the bed. Closing his eyes for a moment, Peter thought about the day he had first gotten Eleanore. It had taken him a year and a half to save up enough money to even consider buying a guitar. Peter had heard a Beatles song playing in the neighbor's house one day and when he asked about it... Peter realized he wanted to be like the Beatles. So Peter saved up money to get a guitar.

It was hard just because Peter had to find time to do odd jobs for people around the neighborhood and somehow keep his dad from finding out. One Peter had bought Eleanor from a flea market for an extremely marked down price, he had tried to learn to play. The only problem... was that Peter couldn't afford lessons. He had to teach himself. It took him ten years to get to the level he was at and it was no easy feat to accomplish. Reopening his eyes, Peter smiled. Memories like that were nice.

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton smirked and nodded. "honestly thats true men..' he said. 'the ones that can fess up to being lost.' he looked over at Pete, his eyes coming from the walls and what was on them to look at him again. Ashton had kind of a relaxed lazy look about him, his smirk and grin seemed to carry that same feel to them and he gave a small shrug. It was interesting the differences between the brothers.

Ashton probably wouldnt have picked the guitar up any other time, but right now, it had gone in his head and so he just did it. He felt like he had no energy to tell himself no. He was just so very... okay right now. He closed his eyes briefly just letting the sound touch his ears. He was unaware of peters tense reaction when he felt the guitar being taken from him he didnt fight, just let peter take it back. he gave a small nod. "hmm...' he placed his hands in his pockets and then turned away. "Yeah... guess so.' he said. Hard to be cheated from an inanimate object yeah?' he had looked at peter over his shoulder as he said this, his brow quirking again.

He ran his fingers over the desk in there and then turned back towards peter. "good song' he nodded when pete told him how he had named his guitar after that song. It was one of his favorite ones. It was one of those tunes easily put into your head and yup just as he thought, now the song was playing in his head. He shrugged, whatever it worked, he at least liked the song anyway. Better then getting stuck with something stupid and absolutely ridiculous.

Ashton saw that Peters eyes were closed. SMirkeing some he took the opportunity to really look at him. Sure hed already seen him and he went to school with his brother, but hed never actually full on studied him. He was really attractive. Maybe not if you too each individual thing. A wide mouth, big plush lips, longish kind of head big big eyes, but together they mix so well they make up the face of something... beautiful. Ashton made a small mental face at himself for even thinking that word about someone.

His body was quite fit, he was small and thin but there was hidden definition under it. All and All Ashton was surprised the boy wasnt more like his brother or had people lined up around the block. Maybe he was over exaggerating, but... he frowned some. Hed felt something when peter had first opened the door and ashton had looked at him and he was feeling it again. It was almost like gravity was pulling something inside him squeezing it when he looked at peter. It was just a little squeeze but it was there. He shook his head, this was stupid, he was just making up stuff for his own entertainment.

Ashton moved closer now so he was standing right in front of Peter. He smirked again that lazy relaxed smirk as he placed his handson Peters shoulders, high up enough that his thumbs stroked the skin of his neck where the shirt wasnt covering. He used one thumb to run down a little bit of his neck muscle and over his collarbone. Peters eyes had opened now, which was good at least now he could see that it was him. He leaned forward then his lips catching Peters, one knee up on one side of him as if about to hoist himself onto Peters lap.</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

Peter hadn't expected Ashton to touch him while his eyes were closed. Normally Peter might have tensed up from the reaction, but instead Peter calmed himself and opened his eyes, Asthon was right up there in front of him, but Peter didn't mind. He knew what Ashton was there for and he shouldn't have thought Ashton would be there for anything other than that. Before Peter could say anything Ashton's lips were on his. The feeling was near indescribable. Never before had Peter felt such a spark... not even from Alex. He needed to make himself ignore that feeling, though. It was necessary that he just thinking about what Ashton had even wanted in coming to his room. As if put on auto-pilot, Peter's body reacted. His left hand found it's way to the leg Ashton had positioned next to him, rubbing gently before his finger tips clawed at the fabric of Ashton's jeans. His right hand naturally crept its way up, stroking gently up Ashton's chest before landing at the back of his neck to allow the kiss to deepen.

Leaning back to give Ashton more room Peter rubbed the back of Ashton's neck before dropping his hands down to the boy's skinny waist. Something just felt right. Peter had been afraid that it would be all wrong, but something about his lips with Ashton's just felt right. Before Peter knew it his tongue had trailed along ashton's bottom lip as if he were begging for more. Peter wasn't used to not having control over his body. He really enjoyed being able to control his actions, but this... this was even better. Kissing was something Peter was pretty good at. It wasn't like it took an expert kisser to appease anyone. But that other stuff that Ashton had mentioned... Peter wans't sure that he could do that stuff without seeming extremely, well, inexperienced. And inexperienced he was. Peter was a virgin and he had never gone past making out with someone. It was hard for Peter to think about what would come next.

The sudden thought jolted Peter, causing him to pull away from the kiss, his lips hovering just an inch away from Ashton's. Was this what he wanted? To make out and more with a guy that he barely new? How could one person have such an effect on him. Peter didn't know much about Ashton... just that Ashton went to Camden and stuff like that. The only time Peter had really spoken to Ashton was on the chat. Ashton really seemed like someone that he could trust and enjoy, though. Peter liked that. He liked knowing that he was there in the arms of a boy he thought he could trust. A smirk spread across his lips as he pressed his lips back to Ashton's as if there were no momentary pause. Peter had managed to convince himself that doing this wouldn't be a bad thing. Now he just had to keep it that way.

Peter had his lips parted slightly in case Ashton wanted that access. He wasn't one to force anything. He could get used to the idea of kissing Ashton. The guy's warm soft lips were more than he had bargained for. Then again... Peter hadn't been sure from the beginning about what he expected.

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton wasnt sure what to expect so he didnt expect anything. He wasnt expecting peter to push him away and he wasnt expecting peter to accept it and kiss back. He was glad because it was strange how good it felt when Peter did react. The hands that moved over him, his leg his chest left his skin tingling through his clothes. His breath hitched in his throat a bit not having experienced that before, not even with andy. With andy he had felt something similar, but it was not as intense as it was with Peter.

Ashton didnt know what it meant and he didnt want to sit and analyze it right now. Right now he could feel his fingers clawing at his jeans and then he was leaning back his tongue against AShtons bottom lip. Ashton opened his a little bit, not used to having someone else lead the way, but he was just kind of going with the flow. It felt natural right now. Ashtons tongue slipped out, sliding against peters and he groaned deep in his throat. Ashton leaned into him more his hand sliding down from his shoulder to his side, resting at Peters hip where his shirt had slid up a bit.

Ashton liked the feel of his skin there, soft and warm. He stroked his fingers up just a bit, feeling the way Peters breathing went through his body. Ashton nibbled a little at Peters lip and ran his tongue over it. Ashton was getting lost in it, hed never had someone affect him the way Peter was and he wasnt all too sure himself about what it was. All to sudden Peter was pulling away and ashton made a noise of protest his fingers tightening slightly at his waist pressing a bit to have him come back.

Then just like that, Peter was smirking and then his lips were on him again. He felt Peters mouth open a bit and he didnt beat a lash as his tongue delved into his mouth kissing him again. Ashton decided, as he had pulled away only to return again, that Peter had an addicting mouth and an addicting taste. He wanted to explore it for a very long time, wanted to spend large amounts of time on those lips. It was insane really. these urges were so intense it nearly rocked him off balance, but he had a firm hold on peters shoulder and his fingers were touching his skin again. He felt grounded almost, like peter was gravity and it was holding him steady.

Really he just couldnt get it. Ashton finally managed to make himself venture from Petes mouth and was now exploring his jaw, earlobe and the expanse of his neck. His hand had wandered up, stroking each bit of skin that was there.</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

Peter was surprised at the way he was acting. Normally he would never make out with a guy he barely knew. What was so different about Ashton? Why was it that he wanted to touch Ashton, kiss him, press against him? For some reason Peter wasn't able to control these urges. He was so used to his innocent, naive mind holding all of those thoughts back, but that was failing him now. Peter felt like he needed Ashton's lips against his, his tongue sweeping agianst his, and the slight nibbling at the lower lip. It was so... just... Peter didn't understand it. But he made no motion to stop. There was no way he could stop at that point. As soon as Ashton's tongue delved into his mouth, moving against his own tongue in ways that Peter had never felt before, he knew that he was a gonner. Ashton had him. This was going in a lot different direction than Peter could imagine. What was wrong with him? He's a VIRGIN... he's not supposed to be sitting on a bed with a boy he barely knew on top of him.

When Ashton pulled away Peter was about to protest, but Ashton's lips beat him to the punch. With Ashton holding him by the shoulders the way he was, tounching the skin that was revealed... there would be no getting out for Peter. Not to say that Ashton was holding him against his will. No- Peter definitely knew he wanted to be in that position. Ashton moved away from his lips, covering the skin across his jaw, to his earlobe, and down his neck. Peter bit his lip, tilting his head back. Ashton's touch made his skin hot... like Ashton's fingertips drew with them a trail of fire. But it wasn't an uncomofortable burning. It was more like a sensation that was much too pleasure able to ignore. Peter still couldn't figure out why he was thinking the way he was. It wasn't normal. Maybe it had something to do with Ashton. Peter guessed that Ashton just affected him the way that so many had tried to but failed. Who, besides his ex, could say they had managed to completely seduce Peter Walker? A lot of times he was considered untouchable. No one willing to corrupt him.

Peter's hands found their way into Ashton's hair, running through the strands. He loved how Ashton's hair just easily threaded along with his fingers. His hands finally travelled down. One hand finally landed on Ashton's neck and the other trailing the length of Ashton's body to rest on his hip. This was the moment where Peter should back away and say that he wasn't ready for stuff like this... that he wasn't ready to go any further than where they were right then... but Peter didn't do that. Instead it was like he couldn't help but welcome Ashton to it. The little voice inside him telling him to stop this was beginning to get a little louder. What was he supposed to do? He could let Ashton continue... do what he wanted, then pretend like it never happened, or he could stop it and still carry a little of his dignity. Honestly, Peter wasn't fond of the mess around then pretend like it never happened deal. But again Peter had showed his weakness for making people happy. instead of saying no like he should have... Peter agreed, allowing Ashton that control over him.

Before Peter could even think about pulling away again he plummeted back into the reality where Ashton's lips and fingers were trailing across his skin. Peter couldn't think clearly enough anymore to reasonably react any way other than the way his body wanted him to act. The hand that had rested at Ashton's neck travelled down to Ashton's waist. He massaged the uncovered area where his fingers had already pushed the shirt up slightly. His fingertips dug into Ashton's back, though not hard enough to leave any marks. Peter's nails were at least cut really short so it was just the pressure that was being added. Oh yeah, Ashton definitely had him.

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>It felt like everything Peter did seemed to affect him ten times more then when anyone else did it. Even his fingers through his hair. God it sent shiveres down his spine and goosebumps along his arms. Fuck he felt like a chick right now, but honestly Ashton didnt care at the moment. Who would seriously bitch when they had something like Peter under them touching them and letting them touch him. The guy was hot and his touches even hotter. Ashton especially liked when his hands touched his hips, feeling his fingers on his bare skin where his shirt had ridden up, or had that been Pete that had pushed it up? He wasnt so sure, he wasnt keeping that much track.

Ashton nipped at his collar bone making a small growling noise in his throat at the fact that Peters shirt was in his way. Ashton sighed some wanting more contact. He sat up and pulled his shirt off tossing it onto the floor before dipping down to licked at the pale strip of skin just above Peters pants waste. He touched the hem of his shirt lifting it up and following its progress with his tongue. Maybe Peter would protest, he took his time just in case. He didnt plan on going full on with Peter and he was well aware that it didnt look that way, so if Peter protested he would maybe be able to put his mind at ease.

Ashton was thoroughly enjoying the skin of Peters stomach. And it was so pale. NOrmally complexions didnt hit him, but as it would seem things with peter were enhanced. Ashton really wanted to know why that was. Thats when he remembered, hed taken those pills his doctor had given him. They made him feel funny, like he had all day so far. Thats probably what it was. It helped enhance your senses, though that wouldnt make sense, but he was too meh to focus on that.

Ashton stroked his fingers at the skin that they were resting on, he was waiting for PEter to give him the go ahead so he could strip him of his shirt and really get to business on his chest. Hell he even wanted to explore the guys back. He bet his back was just as smooth and wonderful as his stomach and chest. He wanted to touch his tongue to the dip of his spine. Ashton bit his lip. He had to watch himself. Needed to keep control. Control.....</sup>

[peter bergan walker]

<sup>Every place Ashton touched tingled with an indescribable feeling. Peter just wasn't used to that feeling.He had felt a kind of tingling before, but nothing to the degree that Ashton as giving him. It was insane. Part of Peter screamed that he shouldn't be thinking like that. Thoughts like that usually led to sex and Peter didn't want to have sex right then. He didn't think he was ready for that. It would be so awkward and weird or at least that was how Peter pictured his first time being. Most people would picture their first time as being some amazing, wonderful, magical thing. Peter had learned not to expect that much over the years, but that he could hope for as much at least. But it was hard for Peter to think when he could feel Ashton touching him and kissing him. It was a whole other ball park and Peter wasn't used to not having his thoughts flowing properly. He was kind of afraid he would do something stupid and irrational... like end up sleeping with Ashton.

Peter kind of wanted to laugh at the growl Ashton did, but he held it in, biting his lower lip for reinforcement. He raised an eyebrow as Ashton sat up. Peter had to admit he would rather have Ashton's lips against his skin making small growling noises than, well, not there. But Peter raised an eyebrow as Ashton pulled his shirt off and dove back down. Peter sucked in a sharp, cold breath as Ashton licked along his skin right above his pants. Having Ashton's shirt off was already a step further than Peter thought he needed to go. This couldn't be right... but Peter didn't want to stop... but then he did want to stop. Going too far would be a mistake. Peter didn't know how far would be too far at the moment, but he was sure that it was getting close. As Ashton began to lift his shirt up a little, tongue following, Peter thought seriously about pulling away... telling Ashton he didn't need to go that far. But for this one moment the voice of what Peter wanted was a lot stronger than the voice of what Peter needed.

Despite the nagging thoughts spilling in, Peter found himself lifting his own shirt off. The air was cold to his skin, but he had a feeling that cold feeling would be replaced by a warmth more enjoyable than anything he had ever felt before. Peter was sometimes a little self-conscious of his body. He was so pale compared to other people around Harding or Camden. That had never bothered him much before... but sometimes he couldn't help but think that maybe he was just weird or something. Ashton was darker and a bit more toned than he was. This initiated the thought that maybe Ashton could find someone a lot better than him to be doing stuff with. Peter ran his fingers over Ashton's bare skin, enjoying the warm feeling underneath his fingertips. If he were really going to get into what he was doing with Ashton, then he would have to find a way to shove those thoughts away and get just lose his mind completely in what Ashton was doing or would be doing to him.</sup>