A Simple Request...

Rating: PG. It's cute, but still a little unsuitable for children.
Summary: Peter, overcome with various emotions and thoughts, requests something from Phil.
Author's Notes: Yeah.... it's a slash. I finally succumbed to the pressure and wrote a Peter/Phil slash. It's NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD as the ones I have previously read concerning the same topic, by the way. This actually stemmed from an amusing conversation Kelsi and I had over how in all the other slash, Peter is the agressor, and Phil is the weak one who crumbles under any form of seduction. We decided that this is NOT the way it really is, so I decided to make it official and write it into a fic =)


Peter and Phil were sitting in their hotel room. Phil was sitting on one end of their sofa, and Peter was at the other. Phil was staring mindlessly at the television while Peter flipped through “The Portrait of Dorian Gray.” Every so often, Peter would sneak a look at Phil out of the corner of his eye. Phil didn’t notice, though; he seemed completely entranced by the images flashing on the screen two feet in front of him. Every time that he looked over, and Phil didn’t look back, Peter would sigh and return to his book. He couldn’t quite get into it, though; all he could think about was how close Phil was to him, and how much closer he still wanted him. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Peter put down his book, after carefully bookmarking it, of course, and turned to face Phil. Peter sat this way for almost a minute without Phil noticing. Finally, Peter cleared his throat a little and inched closer to Phil.

“Phil?” he said timidly. Obviously Phil didn’t hear him, so he said it again, a little louder. There was still no response, though, so Peter tried poking him a little.

“Phil? Phil?” he asked inbetween jabs. Finally, Phil looked over at the singer.

“What?” Peter looked around for a minute, fumbling for words.

“Well…I was…umm… I was wondering…if you would….umm…”

“Get on with it, I’m watching something on the tele,” Phil said impatiently.

“I was wondering,” Peter continued, “Would you…umm… would you have sex with me?” Phil’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“No!” he exclaimed. Peter looked over at him nonplus.

“What?” Peter asked timidly.

“I said no! I’m not having sex with you!”

“Please?” Peter begged. He knew that he was appearing desperate; deep inside, though, he really was. Mike had turned him down the other day. He knew that he was in deep trouble when he gets rejected by Mike Rutherford.

“No!”

“Just a little?”

“A little?” Phil asked confused. “How can you have a little sex?”

“I can show you,” Peter offered with an innocent tone in his voice, but he was feeling far from that.

“No! Now let me watch the tele!” Phil said as he turned back to face the screen. Peter wasn’t satisfied yet, though.

“Phil?” he asked again with no response. “Phil?” he continued, still receiving no response. He was just about to start poking him again when Phil turned to face Peter.

“What?!”

“Please?” he asked again. Phil let out a disgruntled sigh.

“No, Peter, I will not have sex with you. I’m sorry.”

“Just for a few minutes?”

“No!”

“ONE minute?”

“NO!” Phil said and faced the television once again. This time, though, he folded his arms in front of his chest. Peter sighed, picked up his book, and got up off the couch.

“Fine,” he said, placing the book on his bed. “If you won’t do it, I’ll just go see Tony then. He’ll sleep with me.”

“Go ahead,” Phil said, not looking up from the screen. Peter frowned, picked up his coat and walked out the door. He didn’t slam the door, but he closed it firmly enough to let Phil know he was upset. A few seconds after Peter left, Phil got up off the couch. He walked over to the phone on the bedside table between the two beds and dialled a few numbers.

“Steve?” he said into the phone.

“Yes Phil?” Steve Hackett replied.

“You want to walk down the hall to my room? Peter’s gone…”