Peter has to bite back the urge to roll his eyes -- of course Adam managed to seduce every man and women he could into giving him things. He probably should have realized that sooner.
It's then, and only then, that he has a revelation: Adam is in fact startlingly attractive. When they'd first started speaking through the walls of their cell, Peter had actually imagined him as an old man. Adam had never said exactly how long he'd loved, but the word centuries had been used, and so, Peter had just imagined him as aged and withered, despite the strength and smoothness of his voice. Walking through that wall and being confronted with a young face had been surprising.
But he'd been so distracted with escaping that he hadn't given that face much thought. Now, as Peter has the luxury of slowing down, enjoying the aftermath of the a hot shower and the current reality of as much good food as he wants to eat, he gazes across the table and thinks: shit. Adam is hot. Like, really hot.
Like any empath worth his salt (not that Peter knows any others), it's the sense of his emotions that initially hook him. Adam feels... like he has clarity of purpose. He knows who he is and wants he wants. He's confident, and charming. Generous. The outer layer is secondary to him, but the outer layer is hot. Smoothly spoken, an intense blue gaze.
The last thing he needs right now is a goddamn crush. And yet.
"It probably won't be nearly as easy as you think," he says wryly. "My last teacher had to resort to throwing me off buildings. I've never exactly been a good student."
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It's then, and only then, that he has a revelation: Adam is in fact startlingly attractive. When they'd first started speaking through the walls of their cell, Peter had actually imagined him as an old man. Adam had never said exactly how long he'd loved, but the word centuries had been used, and so, Peter had just imagined him as aged and withered, despite the strength and smoothness of his voice. Walking through that wall and being confronted with a young face had been surprising.
But he'd been so distracted with escaping that he hadn't given that face much thought. Now, as Peter has the luxury of slowing down, enjoying the aftermath of the a hot shower and the current reality of as much good food as he wants to eat, he gazes across the table and thinks: shit. Adam is hot. Like, really hot.
Like any empath worth his salt (not that Peter knows any others), it's the sense of his emotions that initially hook him. Adam feels... like he has clarity of purpose. He knows who he is and wants he wants. He's confident, and charming. Generous. The outer layer is secondary to him, but the outer layer is hot. Smoothly spoken, an intense blue gaze.
The last thing he needs right now is a goddamn crush. And yet.
"It probably won't be nearly as easy as you think," he says wryly. "My last teacher had to resort to throwing me off buildings. I've never exactly been a good student."