Peter was used to switching, liked to in fact. Sometimes it was nice to be the guided and other times he preferred to take the lead. With Rory, he wasn't sure that asserting himself was the wisest choice despite his friend's promise of not stalling or back peddling again. Let him set the pace and tone here, he was the one reeling from turns in life's events. Peter had been on an even keel long enough to appreciate that.

He definitely wanted more. More kissing, more caressing, even more conversation so long as there was more...Rory. His hand moved from slender hip to slide beneath the hem of the man's shirt to rub back and forth against his skin directly. Dip fingers into the waistband of his jeans only to withdraw again. "Anything you want, rock star."

Peter smirked, nipped and nuzzled at Rory's chin. Get used to the yes treatment now, buddy. He was playing, teasing, trying to see if there were any buttons to press.