Oh, Peter knew he had gone too far this time. Claude's eyes flashed, and Peter braced himself for another punch.

Instead, Claude shoved him up against the wall; the kiss that followed was rough and hungry and God, Peter was hard. Claude shrugged off his stolen coat and started undoing Peter's jeans, his beard scratching as he broke off the kiss and started down Peter's neck. "Stop and you're the one going off the roof this time," Peter gasped.

Claude laughed. "Big talk," he whispered, his breath hot in Peter's ear. "Let's put that mouth to good use for once."