Coming Off The Rails

Peter hadn’t been sure what kind of response his admittedly strange speech had been going to elicit, but he found he was almost disappointed. The long pause, and the stumbling words that came after it, it felt like pity. He didn’t need pity. He didn’t know what he needed, but he knew it wasn’t pity. The words were so close to things he had heard, and ignored, in the past that Peter all but tuned them out, his mind protecting him from yet another serving of guilt, but also leaving him off guard when Adam stepped closer. Peter froze under the hands on him, the lips pressing against him. He had been kissed before, but never like this, he didn’t know what to do except stay still. After a moment, his hands came up, fingers twisting in Adams shirt to somehow pull Adam closer and push him away all at once, Peter not sure what he wanted. What was allowed. What this even meant. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good