FICTION: Lost and Found (Part 7b)
Title: Lost and Found (Part 7b)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 7a)
Peter chased after the teen, watching as Scott finally stopped, slumping down into a small depression in the landscape, all but hidden from view. He quickly slid down next to Scott who sat there, huddled in on himself, crying and trying to keep the world at bay.
"It's okay, Scott...it's all right," Peter said softly, reassuringly.
He shook, trying hard not to lose it completely. "He didn't believe me, I know he didn't. And fuck... The letters... I was going to tell you about them..." He looked away, ashamed.
Hesitantly, Peter wrapped his arms around Scot as he had that first day, pulling him close and holding him, rocking him slightly. "It's okay, Scott. The letters make things look bad, but that doesn't mean he doesn't believe you..."
He shuddered, tears coming faster for all he tried to fight them. "She told me she loved me at first. And I...I thought she meant it. I didn't know... I didn't fucking know."
"You told that to him," answered Peter, smoothing his hands down Scott’s back and up again. "He knows that...give it time to all fall out. We'll know more soon enough."
"I'm not talking to him, I'm talking to you." He let out a breath, realizing how they were entangled together as Peter embraced him. It had been a long time since anyone had done this with him. Anyone he'd *cared* to have do it with him, that was.
"You worry I don't believe you?" Peter asked, surprised.
"No, I just..." He shook his head and tried to pull away. "It's...it's stupid."
Peter sat back slightly and looked at Scott. "You know you can tell me anything, Scott..."
"I just didn't want...to disappoint you," he finally admitted, after several moments of seeming to argue with himself.
"You didn't disappoint me," retorted Peter, reaching out and smoothing back Scott's hair unconsciously. "The only thing that could do that is if you turned away and refused to try to get through this...to learn from it..."
"I still don't understand what I'm supposed to learn," he murmured softly, leaning unconsciously back into the touch before pulling away a little. He was still skittish.
Hold on to yourself, Peter. There was nothing to that. Nothing at all that you'd be able to act on either way. He smiled weakly. "You will, Scott. Because I know you can learn to get beyond all of this."
"If you say so," he said uncertainly.
"Do you trust me?" asked Peter softly, taking a chance. It would be his luck, the boy would dismiss him out of hand. Somehow, the thought of him doing that hurt more than he wanted to think about or examine at the moment.
He stared down for a moment, thinking about that. Did he trust Peter? He had been, throughout all of this, someone who Scott had, like it or not, come to depend on. He suppose that did sort of require a modicum of trust.
"Yes," he finally said, looking up.
That brought a tender smile to Peter's face; a smile that lit his eyes. "Then trust me when I say that you'll get beyond this and with any luck you'll grow from it and learn from it."
"Okay," he agreed softly, staring at Peter. That smile was beautiful, he thought. Had he just thought that?
"Good," he said softly, hugging him close once more. Part of him didn't want to let him go. He wanted to keep Scott in his arms and enjoy the feel of another male body close to his. But a more vocal part of him realized he was being an idiot, and could get himself in serious trouble if he _ever_ followed that line of thinking to completion. What the hell was he thinking?
Slowly, he pulled back, glancing over his shoulder and back up the hill. "I have to get back and speak with him...are you coming back up?"
He swallowed, a part of him regretting the loss of contact while another protested that regret with waving flags and picket lines. "Yeah...in a bit, okay?"
"All right," Peter agreed, smiling weakly. "I'll see you up at the lodge later then." Even as he pushed himself up, preparing mentally for the conversation with the social worker, Peter had to push away the urge to stay with Scott and try to comfort him while he dealt with all the roiling mess of emotions spilling through him.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 8a)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 7a)
Peter chased after the teen, watching as Scott finally stopped, slumping down into a small depression in the landscape, all but hidden from view. He quickly slid down next to Scott who sat there, huddled in on himself, crying and trying to keep the world at bay.
"It's okay, Scott...it's all right," Peter said softly, reassuringly.
He shook, trying hard not to lose it completely. "He didn't believe me, I know he didn't. And fuck... The letters... I was going to tell you about them..." He looked away, ashamed.
Hesitantly, Peter wrapped his arms around Scot as he had that first day, pulling him close and holding him, rocking him slightly. "It's okay, Scott. The letters make things look bad, but that doesn't mean he doesn't believe you..."
He shuddered, tears coming faster for all he tried to fight them. "She told me she loved me at first. And I...I thought she meant it. I didn't know... I didn't fucking know."
"You told that to him," answered Peter, smoothing his hands down Scott’s back and up again. "He knows that...give it time to all fall out. We'll know more soon enough."
"I'm not talking to him, I'm talking to you." He let out a breath, realizing how they were entangled together as Peter embraced him. It had been a long time since anyone had done this with him. Anyone he'd *cared* to have do it with him, that was.
"You worry I don't believe you?" Peter asked, surprised.
"No, I just..." He shook his head and tried to pull away. "It's...it's stupid."
Peter sat back slightly and looked at Scott. "You know you can tell me anything, Scott..."
"I just didn't want...to disappoint you," he finally admitted, after several moments of seeming to argue with himself.
"You didn't disappoint me," retorted Peter, reaching out and smoothing back Scott's hair unconsciously. "The only thing that could do that is if you turned away and refused to try to get through this...to learn from it..."
"I still don't understand what I'm supposed to learn," he murmured softly, leaning unconsciously back into the touch before pulling away a little. He was still skittish.
Hold on to yourself, Peter. There was nothing to that. Nothing at all that you'd be able to act on either way. He smiled weakly. "You will, Scott. Because I know you can learn to get beyond all of this."
"If you say so," he said uncertainly.
"Do you trust me?" asked Peter softly, taking a chance. It would be his luck, the boy would dismiss him out of hand. Somehow, the thought of him doing that hurt more than he wanted to think about or examine at the moment.
He stared down for a moment, thinking about that. Did he trust Peter? He had been, throughout all of this, someone who Scott had, like it or not, come to depend on. He suppose that did sort of require a modicum of trust.
"Yes," he finally said, looking up.
That brought a tender smile to Peter's face; a smile that lit his eyes. "Then trust me when I say that you'll get beyond this and with any luck you'll grow from it and learn from it."
"Okay," he agreed softly, staring at Peter. That smile was beautiful, he thought. Had he just thought that?
"Good," he said softly, hugging him close once more. Part of him didn't want to let him go. He wanted to keep Scott in his arms and enjoy the feel of another male body close to his. But a more vocal part of him realized he was being an idiot, and could get himself in serious trouble if he _ever_ followed that line of thinking to completion. What the hell was he thinking?
Slowly, he pulled back, glancing over his shoulder and back up the hill. "I have to get back and speak with him...are you coming back up?"
He swallowed, a part of him regretting the loss of contact while another protested that regret with waving flags and picket lines. "Yeah...in a bit, okay?"
"All right," Peter agreed, smiling weakly. "I'll see you up at the lodge later then." Even as he pushed himself up, preparing mentally for the conversation with the social worker, Peter had to push away the urge to stay with Scott and try to comfort him while he dealt with all the roiling mess of emotions spilling through him.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 8a)