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JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.

After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.

But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.

All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.

That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”

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Peter's brows show up with that, a slight swallowing echoing between them, before he said quietly, "...I don't know what you're planning, but if you come home with me tonight instead of staying in your otherwise unoccupied apartment, I am going to say you're trying to kill me." Having Simon there with him, in one sense, sounded wonderful, but it was all too easy for the others to hear them if they got up to anything and given their conversation a minute ago, Simon had to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not realize that Peter was eager tonight!

But he did give Simon a bit of a flat look at that. "As if the others wouldn't start guessing if I suddenly brought you home." It wasn't that he wanted to keep it secret! ...Only... certain parts of it, if it went that route.

"I'm trying to teach you restraint. And meet you half way," Simon laughed. He even folded his arms over his chest as if to prove that he had more of that restraint than did Peter and could indeed use this for a lesson. "I can hold you without making anyone suspect. Or I have a wide selection of gags if you get really nervous."

Owning more than one probably was overkill. And he did rarely use them. Socks and underwear worked just as well after all and it was one less thing to clean.

"Ball's in your court, Petey." He figured he could say that again without being scolded.

A bit of a choke on the 'selection of gags' thing, flushing despite himself. Damn it, Simon was too good at tripping him up. "I've been restraining myself for a long time," he muttered, then shook his head a little. "Not tonight. I've got a lot to think about and laying there with you and horny isn't going to help anything."

He gave a little smile, just the corner of his mouth. Simon had given him more than enough to think on tonight and if he was really determined they weren't doing anything tonight, then fine. He could go home and calm down and think it over. Figure out what his... boundaries were, he guessed, but as the spanking demonstration taught him, he wasn't sure he knew where those were any more.

"I'm going to call you a cab. Or I might insist on coming in for a night cap." It felt good to make silly innuendos. He'd never really done that before. It was always a sort of me-you-bathroom-stall sort of deal with Simon. But this? Wow. This was just so nice.

He dialed up a uber and sent Peter home with a kiss -- and an arse feel up -- before he went back inside for that shower.

He was in a fantastic mood, especially when he pulled up bright and early for breakfast and grinned at James when he answered the door. "I brought donuts!"

Peter ended up taking a shower when he got home, something he needed very badly after Simon's teasings that night, but spent a long time getting to bed. His mind kept playing the night over and over, thinking about what he saw at the club, about Simon's protectiveness, the crack of hand against his backside, and the feeling of Simon's lips against his. What was he going to say to Simon in the morning? How did he make borders he felt safe in when Simon wanted to push them?

It haunted him until he passed out, and in a rare show, when Simon came, he was actually still asleep. So James answered the door with a yawn, John sprawled on the sofa in the living room behind him, and looked surprised to see Simon. "...Hey. Donuts are good but why are you here so early?" He still stepped aside to let their friend in, yawning into his hand. Neither looked like they were ready to go out just yet.

"Because some people like to live a full day and see the sunshine," Simon said, lightly tapping James on the chest with the back of his hand. "Peter up yet?"

James yawned and shrugged. "No idea. Probably. Got another hour or two before we gotta show up at the garage. JC's downstairs anyway," he said, following Simon to the kitchen to pick over the donuts, but only after Simon rescued Peter's favourite and set it aside.

He managed not to raise an eyebrow at JC being downstairs in the studio apartment where Judas lived. It didn't mean anything. JC did whatever he wanted and the two were attached at the hip anyway. Still, he'd ask Judas about it later. "Have at the rest, mate. I'm going to wake Pete up." James didn't think anything of that either, snatching two jelly donuts before he went to sit on John's legs.

Simon creeped down the hall, cursing when the door squeaked as he opened it, and peeked inside the dark room where Peter laid. He sort of hoped he was naked...but he probably wasn't. No matter. He was going to crawl into bed with him anyway.

As it turned out, Peter was still dead to the world even after the creaking, his sheets tangled around him as if he hadn't slept particularly still during the night. His room was nearly spotless, which made his bed look that much worse. Peering in at him showed his legs - still in decent shape from months of backpacking - and his chest, making him maybe look nude but in reality he had boxers on in that mess of sheets. His arms were currently wrapped around the pillow he had his face buried in.

He didn't even so much as shift at the door opening, but Simon was going to have to work a little to crawl in there as it wasn't a particularly big bed and Peter was sprawled in the center of it.

Peter was also willowy and after Simon tugged off his boots, he sort of gently folded Peter over onto himself and slipped into bed behind him. One strong and well muscled arm moved to embrace the boy and Simon breathed in the sleep warm scent of someone he did care for and wanted the chance to care even more for.

He behaved himself. His hands didn't wander. He held Peter loosely without forcing him to stay if he should happen to wake and need to be up suddenly.

It was such a long time since he'd gotten anyone in bed with him that didn't immediately leave and so Simon savored the novelty.

There might have been a bit of temper under his skin, but Peter was mostly a trusting soul. Simon climbing into bed only started to rouse him, making him stretch out against Simon as lithe as a cat before settling back down, breathing in slow. The scent, though, clued him in as his mind started to wake enough to put two and two together.

"Simon?" A sleepy murmur, his hand coming up and sliding along an arm before he just put his head back to the pillow and made himself comfortable. Oh... this was nice. Warm. There was no where to immediately need to go and Simon felt oh-so-nice behind him. ...No rush, right?

"Hmmm Mmm. Brought donuts but John might have poked his fingers in all of them already," Simon laughed softly against a sleepy ear. "So maybe we'll go out for a bite before heading over. No rush."

He had no intention of forcing full wakefulness upon dear Peter, not when he was nightly enjoying himself as he nosed against the nape of his neck.

Of course, that was when a very distinctive voice outside the cracked door made him lift his head. "Oh, donuts!"

What was JC doing here?

James had already mentioned that JC was here when Simon first came in, but was it really that much of a surprise? Judas mostly ended up over at JC's but it wasn't the first time JC had been over here in the morning. There was a grumpy muttering where words couldn't be fully made out - most likely Judas - but Peter didn't seem bothered by it. If he was even awake enough to bother caring. He was happily cuddled between his favorite pillow and Simon so life was good.

"...did you stick your fingers in all of these?" Judas grumbled, poking at the donuts, but finally deciding he didn't care and grabbed one covered in chocolate and honey, going to flop down onto the couch. "Who went and got donuts this early, anyway?"

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