Left with overly sensitive nerves means that just having Adam's fingers edging over his skin is enough to make Peter shiver, not that he's trying to seem unaffected, but he'd rather not seem so easy to effect, either. But by now it'd be pointless to say that Adam hasn't sufficiently gotten under his skin, in all senses of the words, and he might as well simply embrace it, no matter the cost.
"Adam, it's not like I did it on accident." He lifts his eyebrows, tempted to say that there really isn't much that he'd shift his time tables for. He has no reason to be up at the crack of dawn most days, except he always was because free time meant torture in the form of thoughts. Going into work early is the only option just so he can keep busy, searching for extra useless tasks by way of setting up the ambulances and doing paperwork that others forgot. It was extra time he didn't want to have to spare, and now he doesn't mind using it to benefit this, having a reason for it that went beyond necessary distraction.
Nuzzling in against the line of Adam's jaw, Peter smiles to himself; it's faint but undeniably there, warmed by Adam's hidden sentiments. He doesn't mind admitting to the fact that he was well aware of what he did by giving himself more time to sleep, refusing to let Adam go another second thinking that this leaves him unaffected when he wakes up in the morning.
Lips brushing against Adam's cheek, there's no way Peter's anything but addicted to the feel of Adam's skin, his own fingers trailing up the other man's arm. Clearing his throat, there's an undercurrent of amusement to his voice, "I would've told you sooner, but I was distracted. And you didn't ask."
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"Adam, it's not like I did it on accident." He lifts his eyebrows, tempted to say that there really isn't much that he'd shift his time tables for. He has no reason to be up at the crack of dawn most days, except he always was because free time meant torture in the form of thoughts. Going into work early is the only option just so he can keep busy, searching for extra useless tasks by way of setting up the ambulances and doing paperwork that others forgot. It was extra time he didn't want to have to spare, and now he doesn't mind using it to benefit this, having a reason for it that went beyond necessary distraction.
Nuzzling in against the line of Adam's jaw, Peter smiles to himself; it's faint but undeniably there, warmed by Adam's hidden sentiments. He doesn't mind admitting to the fact that he was well aware of what he did by giving himself more time to sleep, refusing to let Adam go another second thinking that this leaves him unaffected when he wakes up in the morning.
Lips brushing against Adam's cheek, there's no way Peter's anything but addicted to the feel of Adam's skin, his own fingers trailing up the other man's arm. Clearing his throat, there's an undercurrent of amusement to his voice, "I would've told you sooner, but I was distracted. And you didn't ask."