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Welcome to the final episode of FortPeat!
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The car pulled into the lot of Fort's condominium, the city lights casting soft reflections on the windshield. Fort stumbled out first, still visibly tipsy, but walking with that stubborn confidence that only showed when he was trying not to fall apart.
Peat followed, shutting the car door behind him.
"No need to follow me, Phi. Go home. I can manage," Fort mumbled, barely turning as he leaned against the nearest wall.
Peat didn't respond. Instead, he turned to the designated driver. "Park the car over there-slot 3A," he instructed, pointing across the lot.
A few minutes later, the driver returned with the keys. Peat handed over the payment nodded in thanks and watched him walk off.
Fort hadn't moved.
Peat approached him slowly. "You said you could go up alone. Why are you still standing here?"
"I'm calling a cab to take you home," Fort muttered, unlocking his phone with unsteady fingers.
Peat sighed and stepped closer, gently taking the phone from Fort's hand.
"I want to stay with you," Peat said softly.
Fort's eyes snapped up to meet his, sharp and dark and sober. His voice dropped, low and thick with emotion.
"If you come upstairs with me, I'm not going to let you go, Phi."
Peat froze.
Fort leaned in, his breath brushing Peat's cheek, his tone soft but heavy with promise. "So either leave now... or understand that if you walk through that door, I'm taking it as permission to do whatever I want to you."
Peat's throat tightened. Wasn't he drunk? But Fort didn't look drunk now. He looked devastatingly clear. Intense. Like every wall he'd kept up between them had just dropped.
Peat's heart thudded.
"...Let's go up and talk," he said, voice barely steady as he slipped his fingers around Fort's wrist and pulled him gently toward the elevator.
Inside, the silence pressed around them, humming with electricity. A part of Peat still wanted to run-but another part was done running. Like Fort, he was tired of pretending there was nothing there.
The moment they entered Fort's room, Peat found himself caged-his back pressed against the wall, Fort's body pinning him in place. Fort's nose dipped into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
"I told you not to follow me," Fort muttered, voice husky and strained. "I don't think I can control myself."
His breath grew heavier, hotter against Peat's skin. One hand slid along Peat's side, fingers trembling slightly as they explored.
"Phi..." Fort whispered, his lips grazing Peat's jaw, "I really like you."
He moved closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Peat's mouth. "So much," he breathed.
"What do I have to do to make you stop hesitating about us, hmm?" he asked.
"Stop talking and kiss me," Peat said, voice low, eyes dark with want. His hand slid down Fort's body, fingers brushing the bulge pressing hard beneath his trousers.
"Ah, fuck-" Fort groaned, shuddering at the touch.
Peat's hand was confident, deliberate, stroking him through the fabric. Fort moaned again, one hand gripping Peat's ass, kneading it roughly. Peat slipped his hand past the waistband, wrapping his fingers around Fort's aching length, stroking him slowly.
Fort crashed his lips into Peat's, the kiss was not soft but starved. His tongue devoured Peat's mouth-desperate, messy, electric. They had kissed countless times before, but this... this was something else. Every swipe of tongue, every panting breath was fire.
"I want to cum inside you," Fort growled, breaking the kiss, eyes wild. "Not in your hand."
He pulled Peat toward the bed, stripping off his trousers in one smooth motion. After coating his cock with gel, he positioned himself between Peat's legs, the flushed tip of his dick pressing against Peat's entrance.
Peat's breath caught. This wasn't his first time-but something about Fort, about this, made his chest tighten with nerves. He didn't want to ruin whatever fragile thing was blooming between them.
"I can stop if you want," Fort said softly, his gaze flickering to Peat's eyes he could see how nervous Peat was.
Peat looked down at Fort-at the way his cock throbbed against him, at the look of restraint written all over his face.
"Just fuck me already," Peat said, voice shaky but sure.
Fort didn't wait. He pushed inside with a groan, slowly sinking into Peat's tight heat. A deep, broken moan tore from his throat as he bottomed out, his lips finding Peat's again, swallowing every cry and whimper.
Peat clutched Fort's arms as Fort began thrusting-deep, rough, relentless into him.
"It's too much... Aha-please..." Peat gasped, the pleasure nearly unbearable.
"I can't slow down when you're clenching me like that," Fort growled, his voice shaking. "You're gonna fucking ruin me, Peat."
He grabbed one of Peat's legs, throwing it over his shoulder to thrust deeper, harder-claiming him, owning him, marking every inch with every brutal drive of his hips he fucked Peat.
"I feel like I'm in fucking heaven," Fort moaned, staring down at Peat-beautiful, wrecked, his. "You're made for me."
"Fuck, I can't-hold it..." Fort grunted.
"M-Me too, I-I'm gonna cum..." Peat whimpered, back arching, fingers clawing into Fort's back.
Fort's thrusts turned frantic, brutal. He kissed Peat again-hot, wet, hungry-just as he spilled inside him, groaning into Peat's mouth. Peat came seconds later, his entire body trembling, crying out into Fort's kiss as they both unraveled in each other's arms.
They lay tangled in silence-skin damp, hearts racing, breaths slowly returning to normal. The world outside had fallen away. All that remained was Fort's steady heartbeat beneath Peat's cheek and the warm weight of Fort's arm draped possessively around his waist.
Peat closed his eyes, the afterglow sinking into his bones. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe. Seen. Wanted.
"I wasn't just saying it," Fort murmured, breaking the silence. "I really like you. I want this-us."
Peat's chest tightened, but this time it wasn't from fear. It was from something softer, deeper.
"I know," he said quietly, fingers brushing over Fort's hand that rested on his stomach. "I've just... always been scared. Of messing it up. Of not being enough. But tonight..."
He trailed off, swallowing the lump rising in his throat.
Fort gently tilted Peat's face toward him. "You're enough. You've always been enough."
Peat looked into his eyes-filled with certainty, with care, with him-and the last of his walls crumbled.
"Okay," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."
Fort smiled, slow and real, and pulled him closer. "Boyfriend?" he asked, almost teasing.
Peat nodded, his lips curving into a smile. "Yeah. Your boyfriend."
They kissed again, slower this time-no longer desperate, just full of quiet promise.
The fear was gone. And in its place bloomed something fierce, fragile, and beautiful.
Love.
-The End.
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