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Who: Caspian & Peter
What: Caspian Comes Home
When: End of May
Where: Their Home
Rating: High [Mature Content]
Status: Complete

Caspian was staring out the window of the cab, watching the buildings pass by as he was being driven home. After the time he’d spent away, he was glad to be back in the states and he’d have to remind Peter to never let him visit his uncle again. He’d explained the whole situation over the phone as he waited for his flight to leave and now, he just needed some time to regain himself. Sure, his uncle was furious with him leaving but it didn’t compare to Caspian’s anger about being lied to. It had been a set up from the get-go to try marry off Caspian to some heiress and the moment Caspian caught wind of his uncle’s true intentions, he packed his bags and left. He loved Peter and his uncle needed to accept that fact because nothing could change it.

He’d been lost in thought until he felt the cab come to a stop and he saw that he was home. After paying the driver, Caspian thanked the man and was left on the sidewalk with his few bags. Once he entered the home, he was ‘greeted’ by Aslan who was sitting near the hall. “Hey you, did you miss me?” he asked. Aslan stared for a couple moments and then disappeared into the hallway. Caspian gave a “hmph” to the cat’s actions and figured he’d best get his things to the room so they wouldn’t clutter things up. He wondered if Peter was at work, wishing that he could be hugging his lover. He needed it after all he’d been through. Still, he needed time to unpack so he made his way to his and Peter’s bedroom.

Peter had last spoken to Caspian about twelve hours earlier after he had learned the real reason his uncle had asked him to come to England and to say that Peter was pissed off at what Caspian had told him was an understatement. He had known that Miraz was going to try something considering the man had never approved of their relationship and insisted that Caspian would get over this phase, but after nine years together, it was highly unlikely that either of them were in a phase. When Caspian had called, Peter had been asleep as it was about four in the morning at that time because of the eight hour time difference, but he hadn’t minded being woken up and was glad to hear that Caspian was on his way home despite the anger he also felt at Miraz.

Knowing that Caspian was coming home, Peter had decided to call out of work so he would be there when his boyfriend got home and was in the kitchen when he heard the door open and close accompanied by Caspian’s voice. While they had talked and Skyped while Caspian had been away, hearing his voice so close was so different than hearing it over over the phone or computer. Smiling, Peter left the kitchen and went to greet his boyfriend, “How was your flight?” He asked upon laying eyes on him.

Caspian saw Peter emerge from the kitchen, and despite the question, he answered without words. He dropped his bags and began walking towards his boyfriend. Once he was close enough, he embraced Peter, tightly, and his lips also found his lover’s. He really had missed the man and it felt nice to be home.

Peter’s arms wrapped around Caspian’s neck as they kissed, the fingers of one hand sliding up into his hair. Of course this hadn’t been the first time they had been apart in the last nine years, but they had never been an ocean apart before and could have simply driven over to see one another during school breaks when Peter would go home. So this separation had been tough on them, but it didn’t matter now because Caspian was home. As he broke the kiss for a moment, he pressed his forehead against Caspian’s, smiling, “I’m so glad you’re home.” Home where Miraz couldn’t bother them.

“I’m glad to be home,” Caspian replied, keeping their foreheads touching. He gave Peter a few more deep kisses, as if trying to make up for the time that they’d been apart. It was such a relief to be back with Peter and he rested his hands on Peter’s waist. “Don’t ever let me visit my uncle again…” he added.

Peter gladly returned the kisses, giving a small nod of his head in response, “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Peter’s fingers slid through Caspian’s hair for another moment or two before it finally hit him that Caspian’s hair was shorter. He had been so happy to see his boyfriend that he hadn’t even noticed that his usually shaggier hair was much shorter than when he had left, “You cut your hair?” He pulled back only enough to get a good look, moving his hand to run through the front of his boyfriend’s hair, “Let me guess, Miraz made you do it.”

Caspian had already forgotten all about his shorter hair. Given all that had happened it wasn’t as important. “Yeah, I cut my hair,” he confirmed, even it was already very clear. “He didn’t make me...he just heavily suggested it…” he explained, before adding, “You don’t like it?”

“No, I suppose I just got used to your hair longer. You haven’t had short hair in some time.” He ran his fingers through it again before sliding his hand down to cup Caspian’s cheek and smiling, “But your hair isn’t important right now. All that’s important is that you’re back. Aslan got quite used to sleeping in your spot though so I don’t know how happy he’ll be to have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” Chances were, however that the cat could simply insert himself between them of sleep at the end of the bed or perhaps with Lucy, if they decided to lock him out for the night.

"If it makes you feel any better, my hair will grow back," Caspian muttered softly. "As for Aslan...well, he'll just have to get used to having me back in the bed." He gave Peter a soft squeeze and rubbed their noses together. "I've missed you so much..."

Peter smiled, closing his eyes, “I missed you too.” They stood like that for another moment or two, before Peter pulled back a little, “You’re probably exhausted. Did you sleep on the plane?” It was a long flight and he’d be surprised if Caspian hadn’t slept. “We should bring your stuff in the bedroom.” Pulling away, reluctantly, Peter picked up one of Caspian’s bags and gestured towards the bedroom.

Caspian hadn’t wanted Peter to pull away but he figured that it was inevitable. At the mention of being exhausted, Caspian gave a yawn. “You know me...I slept every now and then...but nothing substantial.” He gave a slight shrug before picking up the last of his bags and following after Peter. “Although I feel like this is just a clever ploy to get me into the bedroom…” he joked, as they made through the hallway. The idea was nice, but he didn’t think that he had the energy to satisfy Peter sexually, not right now.

“Aren’t I always trying to get you in the bedroom?” Peter asked, smirking cheekily as he set Caspian’s bag down by the bed where Aslan was currently stretched out, “But no, I’m sure you want to shower and lay down.” Despite longing to be with Caspian, after all his own hand and Skype could only satisfy so much, he was familiar with the exhaustion that a flight from England to California could cause. Now that Caspian was back, there’d be plenty of chances to make up for lost time, “Are you hungry?”

“I don’t know, are you?” Caspian inquired as he set the last of his things by the first bag. He noted Aslan’s presence but turned his attention to Peter. “Shower it is then,” he said, liking the idea of being clean after being cooped up on a plane in the same clothes for many hours. He removed his shirt and looked at Peter for a moment, smiling. “You’d better be joining me...we’ve been apart for far too long,” he mentioned, before reaching out and grabbing the man by the front of his pants. His fingers had managed to grip Peter’s underwear as well, giving the dark haired man a feel of his lover’s pubic hair before he began to pull him towards the bathroom.

Peter had expected that Caspian would be too tired for any of that, but he certainly wasn’t going to say no. Especially not after practically a month of seeing, but not being able to touch during Skype chats. As Caspian dragged Peter into the bathroom, his eyes roamed over the exposed skin of his boyfriend’s body, only an arm’s length away, “I think I could go for a shower.” He said, reaching out to run his fingers down Caspian’s chest and stomach.

They reached the bathroom and Caspian took a few moments to enjoy the way that Peter’s hands were touching him. This was certainly far better than their webcam sessions and it’d be nice to get back to normal. He released his grip on Peter’s pants and pulled away to start up the shower. “Lucy’s not gonna be home soon, is she?” he asked, as he began to lift up Peter’s shirt.

Peter glanced at his watch briefly before taking it off and setting it on the counter, “No, she should be at work for another couple of hours.” As Caspian started lifting his shirt, Peter’s hands went out to start to undo Caspian’s pants; It was probably silly, but Peter had missed the small things like undressing his boyfriend and being undressed by him. “We should have more than enough time.”

Caspian nodded, agreeing with his boyfriend. “Lift your arms up,” he said softly, before he was able to remove Peter’s shirt entirely. He leaned in and gave a few soft kisses to the man’s neck and gave a gentle bite. “I missed you…” he repeated, his lips dragging over the soft skin.

Peter did as Caspian said and lifted his arms, one hand moving to tangle in Caspian’s hair as his boyfriend started kissing his neck, “I missed you too.” His free hand went back to trying to undo Caspian’s pants, which was more difficult one handed, but he somehow managed it.

The dark haired man felt his pants loosen and he helped push them down, while still peppering his lover’s neck with kisses. Once he had managed to step out of his pants, his hands ghosted down Peter’s torso, reacquainting themselves with the man’s body, before coming to his pants and beginning to undo the button.

Once Caspian’s pants were mostly off, Peter’s hand slid down over the front of his boyfriend’s underwear, “Mmmm, I suppose this proves just how much you missed me,” He gave Caspian a cheeky grin and removed his hand, quickly finished undoing his own pants and pushed them and his underwear down then moved towards the shower, “Better hurry. Water will get cold.”

Caspian gave a soft groan as Peter teased him. “I’ve missed you more than that…” he replied and pulled away so that he could remove his own underwear. He followed after his boyfriend and stepped into the water, feeling very relieved to be getting cleaned. “You wanna clean me off?” he asked, giving Peter a hopeful look.

"Too tired to wash yourself, are you?" Peter smirked and reached for the bottle of body wash and forgoing a wash cloth or loofa, he poured some into his hand then rubbed them together a bit, "Turn around." Peter had missed touching Caspian and he was planning on taking his time. At least as much time as he could before either of them simply couldn't stand the teasing and foreplay any longer.

Caspian gave a lazy ‘uh huh’ before he turned around. He was feeling the tiredness of his flight but he still had enough to reconnect with his lover. He could sleep after the shower and catch up over the next few days. As Peter began to clean him, he leaned against the wall, letting his eyes drift closed as the man’s familiar hands moved over his body.

As Caspian turned around, Peter began running his soapy hands up and down Caspian’s back and shoulders, pressing his fingers into his shoulder blades and spine, “How’s that feel?” He asked, knowing that Caspian’s back had to be sore from the long flight from England to California.

A sigh of relief left Caspian as the tension in his back began to be worked out. “That’s...real...good,” he murmured, letting his head rest against the shower wall. Although, if Peter were to reach around to Caspian’s front, he’d see just how much Caspian was enjoying the attention.

Peter smiled and continued soaping up Caspian’s skin, sliding one hand around to his chest and stomach, the heel of his hand brushing against the head of Caspian’s cock. It took all of Peter’s willpower then to not simply wrap his hand around it and instead slid his hands to Caspian’s hips as he pressed a kiss to his shoulder where the water had already washed away some of the soap. This also meant attempting to ignore his own erection for the moment, “Did I tell you how glad I am that you’re back?”

Caspian’s body gave a slight shudder as Peter’s hand ‘teased’ him. To the soft kiss, he let out a slight groan and smiled. “Did I tell you that I’m glad to be back?” he responded, turning his head towards Peter’s and reaching up to grab the man’s hair and pull him into a deep kiss.

Peter didn’t get the chance to reply as Caspian kissed him, but that was perfectly fine with Peter and he kissed him back immediately, deepening the kiss as his hand finally moved to wrap around his boyfriend’s cock. He couldn’t put it off and longer and as he began stroking Caspian, he moved closer until his body was pressed up against Caspian’s back and rubbed his own erection against the brunette’s ass, groaning into the kiss.

Caspian hadn’t expected Peter to be so direct, after his actions but he wasn’t going to stop the blonde. After all, he’d been yearning for this kind of attention since their Skype sessions and now he was able to touch and be touched. Having Peter’s hand working him, he groaned into the kiss, as well, his tongue moving against Peter’s as his hand gripped the his lover’s hair tighter.

Peter had tried to drag this out a little, but after a month of not touching or being touched, he could only hold out for so long. Caspian’s fingers in his hair extracted yet another groan out of him and his own fingers moved faster on Caspian’s cock. He didn’t intend to make him come just yet, but he also didn’t want to let go just yet either.

Peter always did know how to get Caspian going and rightly so, given that they’d been together for nine years. Caspian’s knees shook a little as his boyfriend worked his hard length. “God...I’ve missed you…” he groaned out. He, then, moved his hips back against Peter’s own hard cock. He really could feel himself starting to get close but he’d stop Peter before then, if necessary.

If they didn’t know each other’s bodies so intimately by now then they had surely been doing something wrong over the last nine years. As Caspian pressed back against him, Peter moaned against his boyfriend’s neck, “What...what do you want?” Peter wasn’t going to be able to drag this out much longer and while he wasn’t too picky about what they did right now, so long as they did something, he wanted Caspian to choose.

Caspian wasn’t really able to make decisions at the moment. Yet, he found himself able to turn around to kiss Peter as he reached down to grab both of their hard cocks and began to stroke them. “I want you…” was all he said. It was the truth, since this was all he really needed to be happy. Just him and Peter, together.