The Prodigal

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CHAPTER FOUR

Peter let himself in with the key Garret had insisted he take with him to San Francisco and carried the bags of groceries to the kitchen. He went to check on Garret and found him still asleep, wrapped around Peter’s pillow. He walked softly back to the kitchen and turned on the radio. After putting away the things he’d bought, starting dinner and cleaning the apartment, Peter sat down with the book he’d taken from the airplane and occupied himself for a couple of hours.

When he looked up at the sound of the shower running it was after six and the sun was behind the buildings across the street. He headed to the kitchen, checked on dinner and sat waiting for Garret to make an appearance. He’d brought all the booze into the kitchen so that Garret couldn’t avoid him without forgoing a drink.

“Damn.” He heard the growl of Garret discovering the lack of scotch in the study, soon followed by “Peter!” from the living room.

“Where the hell...” Garret came into the kitchen stopping short when he saw all the bottles lined up on the counter. “What the fuck is going on here?” He grumbled walking across to the counter and grabbing a glass.

“I wanted to be sure I caught you sober today.” Peter moved over to the table. “Dinner will be ready in five.”

“I’m not hungry and when did you turn into a nagging wife?” Garret complained.

“I’m not nagging, I just want you sober tonight, so we can talk,” Peter grinned behind Garret’s back.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked as he poured a measure of scotch.

“Well let’s start with that.” Peter gestured to the glass in Garret hand. “Why?”

“Peter, I’m not an alcoholic.” Garret stated baldly.

“Did I say you were?” Peter replied. “I just wondered why you were drinking twenty minutes after you got up.”

“Because I feel like it.” He answered.

“Okay, but humor me. Don’t drink tonight.” Peter wondered if he’d be able to make it without a drink. “So what have you been doing since you were suspended?”

“Peter, I haven’t spent all my time drinking. I’ve even been exercising just like you use to nag me to do.”

“I don’t nag.” Peter grinned. “I ‘suggest’.”

Garret poured out the scotch and sat down with a cup of coffee. “Nag.” He smiled at Peter.

“Stubborn.”

“Pot.”

“Kettle.” They both laughed.

Peter decided the time was right to talk to Garret about coming out. “I talked to Jeannette last week.” Garret had met Peter’s younger sister while Peter still worked at the morgue.

“How is she, did she get accepted to Columbia Med.?” Garret had written a letter of recommendation for her.

“Yeah, she got in and told me to thank you for the letter.” Peter took a deep breath. “I told her about us.” Garret glared at him. “Garret, don’t you think it’s time to come out of the closet, at least with your friends and family?”

“Peter.” Garret’s tone held a warning to back off the subject.

Peter decided to try the other elephant in the room. “Talk to me about what’s going on. Tell me why you won’t fight for a job you love.”

“Peter, I told you, I’ve got nothing left, nothing. I’m tapped out.”

“Wrong, Garret, you’ve got one thing left.”

“What?” He asked irritably.

“You’ve got me.” Peter turned to the oven and pulled out the dinner. “If you still want me.” He held his breath, afraid of the answer to that question. He felt Garret move up behind him and his hands turned Peter to face him.

“I do, don’t I?” Garret pulled him close as Peter laid his head on Garret’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you do.” He whispered in Garret’s ear. “For as long as you want me. Now are you gonna eat or did I slave over a hot stove for nothing?” He felt Garret begin to laugh, a real, honest, genuine laugh.

“Jesus, I missed you, Peter.” Peter felt Garret’s lips on his cheek, beginning to make their way back toward his ear. “Will it keep?” Garret’s breath tickled his ear just before Peter felt him tracing the curves as he began to walk backwards toward the bedroom, pulling Peter with him.

“Oh yeah.” Peter sighed in agreement following Garret back to the bedroom. Garret turned and backed him up until Peter felt the bed against the backs of his legs. How the hell did he navigate like that while driving me up a wall with his tongue? Peter wondered, then decided he’d just be glad Garret was so good at multitasking. He felt a hand slip in the back on his pants, which were somehow now undone, to trace the sensitive skin at the base of his spine. Peter shivered at the sensation and moaned around Garret’s tongue which had found its way back to his mouth.

Peter slid his hands up Garret’s back under his shirt, breaking the kiss to draw the shirt over his head. He tossed it in the corner and worked feverishly to get Garret stripped of the clothes he’d put on only a short time before. Stopping to inhale the combined scent of soap, shaving lotion and a smell that was uniquely Garret, Peter shivered at the feel of a hand sliding over his ass.

Suddenly he was on the bed, face down and felt the cold stickiness of lube being worked around his asshole and love bites being traced down his spine. He nearly came off the mattress as one, two and finally three fingers entered him in rapid succession. Thrusting back against the welcome intrusion, Peter moaned into the pillow under his cheek and whimpered with loss when they were removed. He didn’t have too long to mourn as he felt the blunt head of Garret’s cock pressing against the tight ring of his sphincter. Relaxing the muscle he welcomed the new invasion with a long moan. Feeling Garret slowly press forward, Peter was too impatient for gentleness and drawing his knees under him he rocked back quickly, impaling himself on the shaft. He felt Garret’s grunt of satisfaction as he bottomed out in Peter’s tight ass and Peter clenched his muscles around the man’s hard length drawing a groan from him. Garret reached around and grasped Peter’s cock, stroking as he began to move in and out of Peter at a steady but fast tempo. Peter tucked his chin to his chest and thrust backward to meet Garret’s downstrokes, moaning as the head of his cock stroked across the hard swelling prominence of his prostate.

Peter knew he wouldn’t last very long under the doubt assault, but he didn’t have the patience to prolong it. He felt his balls tighten and tingle slightly at the building sensation in his groin as Garret increased the pace of his thrusts adding at a twist of his hips as he hit the limit of his reach. Peter turned his head and Garret leaned forward to kiss him as he exploded inside Peter with a satisfied growl. The feeling of Garret’s climax pushed Peter over the edge and he fell forward on the bed pulling Garret with him, still buried deep inside him

They lay still for several moments, Garret resting across Peter’s back, the feel of his weight comforting Peter as they caught their breath.

“You still got it, babe.” Peter teased as Garret rolled off him and pulled him up against his chest, wrapping his arms around Peter

“Did you think maybe I’d forgotten how?” He felt Garret’s smile against the back of his neck as he snuggled against Peter’s long frame.