"Does that mean if I give in, you'll get bored?" Simon was far more dominant than he had allowed himself since those days, but it wasn't a hard role to fall back into. It was hard for almost anyone to see him as anything in terms of submissive, little s or big S, even himself, but it was old habit. Not that he'd ever let someone go as far as Simon got his normal type to fall into. The idea of being someone's bitch was about as far away from anything Judas could see himself enjoying as possible.

Still, he did find himself arrested by that gaze, letting Simon go further than he'd let the other in the past, tilting his head back to let Simon have his way. What neither of them knew was that they had been spotted.

Peter stood there, fingers wrapped around the railing so tightly that the knuckles were white, mouth gone dry, looking down on the thing he had hoped wasn't true. It felt like his throat had closed up on him, keeping in the shout, the keen, the raw noise that wanted to escape him as he stared at Simon getting that close to Judas. You're a damn fool, Peter. You're nothing but. Why did you ever think for a second...? Simon had gotten his hope up this afternoon, however unintentionally, but that hope was shattered on the sticky floor.

He fought his way back towards the door. He came home, mind spinning with emotions, and with James and John asleep elsewhere in the house, began to pack.