[Piotr & Mac] The Arts and Crafts Movement

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The walk back to the gift shop was both way too long and way too short. The fuck was he getting himself into? In all this time there'd been basically nothing and he was way too self-conscious to like- All these people were way out of his league.

Still, he went. Course he did. At worst, he'd end up with a giant friend and a guy like that was always useful in a fight, 'specially to be a distraction for the smaller ones like him.

When they got there, he slipped to the far back where the clothes were, chewing intently on his lower lip as he flicked through things.

There were sewing kits up near the front and he could steal scissors for a little bit from Iggy. He didn't think the guy would mind so long as he brought 'em back.

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Piotr, for his part, had no idea what was actually happening. He hoped he knew, but how many times had he been wrong about intentions before? He'd lost count years ago.

Whether it was the language barrier or the general ineptitude at flirting, it didn't really matter. Either way, it usually left him disappointed.

So, he wouldn't get his hopes up (or at least that's what he told himself).

Instead, he would be happy that he may have made a friend...and try to ignore the way Mac's teeth worked over his bottom lip.

Looking at the sewing kits, he eyed the tiny needles skeptically. "Do you think they make beginner sets?"

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"Probably, but I doubt they have 'em here," Mac said, finally grabbing two pair that looked decent together and were, more importantly, the same length.

He grabbed the strings out of a couple really tacky looking sweatshirts, sure he could make up enough of a drawstring to work fine. He was good at knots.

"Sorry it's all fiddly shit," he said, taking another swig of the drink he'd brought with him. Liquid courage, right?

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Piotr gave the kits a wary look but shrugged away most of his doubts. He'd helped save the world, after all, sewing shouldn't be daunting. The worst that would happen is that he would fail and waste a bit of fabric, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that he could potentially look very foolish in front of someone he... someone he really didn't want to look foolish in front of.

"Fiddly? That is not word I know, but I am sure that you do not need to apologize." He gave a gentle smile and took a drink of his own.

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"Fiddly, like... I dunno..." He frowned, "Like doing something tiny and it's just...frustrating because it's delicate."

He shrugged, looking up and finding himself briefly lost in the other man's gentle smile.

Fuck. He was so fucked.

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It was rare, but every now and then Piotr's perceptive nature could actually outway the doubt that had been his constant companion for as long as he could remember. Mac's reaction didn't escape Piotr's notice. It made his stomach flip a little and was more than a little encouraging.

"See. I was right. No need to be sorry." Reaching out, Piotr rested his hand lightly between Mac's shoulder blades. "We have materials, should we go to your room or mine?"

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Mac swore his heart jumped into his throat at that touch. He definitely could feel himself turning super pink.

"Mine," he said. It was closer. He didn't like the idea of more people in his room after the mess of otherworlds crap, but this was different. Right? You didn't just touch a guy like that when you were being friendly. He'd been on both ends of those touches enough to know that much. "It's not that far."

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Seeing that blush was definitely encouraging. A little laugh rumbled from Piotr's through, deep and low as he watched the other man turn pink. The question had been another check, another step in an all too familiar dance, just to make sure that he wasn't imagining the attraction between them.

"Da. Close is good," he nodded. Though, nothing at the Inn was that far apart. "Lead the way. Which building are you in?"

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"This one," he said, clearing his throat, cocking his head for the other man to follow as he moved his things to one arm so he could fish his keycard out on the way to his room.

"Do you know your waist measurement?" It'd be good to know for later. He could take his time and actually do what he said he was gonna do.

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"As is mine. Up on third floor." Without thinking, Piotr reached out and plucked the bundle of supplies from Mac and freeing his arms. Carrying things, even if they were light, had been his duty since he was 13 years old.

"Da. I know all of my measurements." After years of having his clothing tailored he knew them by heart. "Or, I did before prison. I may be smaller than before."

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MacCready had to stop and blink at that. He wasn't- Shit, usually it was him taking things off people, not the other way around. Not like it mattered, though. "Thanks," he said, leading them out one of the back doors and around to his room. He didn't know if Piotr had been around for the stupid fucking door to another world bullshit. He almost hoped not. It'd make walking back in there a little less awkward.

With a happy little beep, the door opened again and Mac pushed inside, holding it for the much larger man.

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Piotr just nodded at the thanks, though it was unneeded. The trek was short and it only took a moment for him to recognize the door as it opened. He had always been curious whose room the gateway had taken.

Slipping inside, Piotr stood and looked around shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, not sure what to do now. "This is nice room. Very different than mine."

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"It's perfect," Mac said, smiling a little. He loved his room. It was his cave. If he could, he'd get rid of the windows entirely, but even he recognized that as a stupid decision.

He took the pile from Piotr and grabbed a couple safety pins out of the kit he'd snagged from the gift shop before tossing them onto a side table. He knocked back the rest of his liquid courage and walked over. "Arms up a little?" he asked, knotting the drawstrings together so he could use them for an accurate measurement. He didn't know where the fuck he was going to find a tape measurer anyway just in case. And, yeah, okay, it was an excuse to touch him.

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Piotr had to swallow a bit, fighting a momentary wave of claustrophobia. He wasn't trapped. He was safe and could go if he needed to. But all he had to do was look at Mac to know that the last thing he wanted to do was leave.

"Of course." He lifted his arms, smiling down at the smaller man. "I am all yours."

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"Careful with statements like that," Mac teased, wrapping the cord around Piotr's waist and using the larger pin to mark the spot. "I might just take you up on it."

He winked before he got on his knees, gently nudging Piotr's legs a little more apart so he could check the widest part of his thigh, taking his time to use the smaller pin to mark that too.

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"I hope you do," Piotr managed to say before watching Mac sink to the ground and his breath caught in his throat.

The fact that he managed to spread his legs as instructed was completely reflex. Each brush of the other mans fingers sent jolts of electricity through his body and blood rushing in a wildly inconvenient direction.

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Somehow, though Mac swore he didn't know how, he managed to make that mark even with the air very definitely changed and charged between them.

He wasn't wrong this time. He wasn't fucking up or chasing after someone he knew he really couldn't have.

Yeah, okay, Piotr was the size of a goddamn super mutant, but there wasn't anything wrong with that. Mac was used to being the smaller one. Even Lucy had been taller than him. Granted, okay, he wasn't eye level with Lucy's nipples, but that wasn't the point.

He tossed the string back towards where the pile of crap they'd brought in was and sat back on his heels to look up at Piotr, knowing full well what that kind of angle did for him when someone was at it. "There anything else you hope I do?"

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Piotr had to be dreaming. Looking down he took a second or two to admire the view immensely. He still couldn't figure out how this was happening, but he wasn't going to question at this point.

"I can think of a few things." Reaching down, he ran the pad of his thumb over Mac's bottom lip. "But like I said, I am all yours."

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Mac closed his eyes when Piotr touched him, trying to force down his self-consciousness, to keep his lips together enough that the other man wouldn't see his teeth. Maybe he understood what radiation was, but he hadn't lived in the wastes. None of these people had.

He leaned forward to press a kiss to the sharp line of Piotr's hip before he rocked back onto his heels and stood up, pulling the tight, bright shirt he was wearing over his head. The only thing that had left to the imagination was the scars dotting Mac's body here and there. Everyone here had scars it seemed. His just felt...dirtier or at least less noble.

"You sure?"

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A noise deep in Piotr's chest rumbled free as he felt Mac's lips meet the fever hot skin at this midsection. God that felt good.

Watching the other man stand, his finger itched to find skin again. Luckily, in only a few moments there was even more of it in front of him.

The question caused a smile to tug at Piotr's lips. Despite all of the doubt that usually plagued him, he was pleasantly surprised to realize that he was very very sure that this was what he wanted.

Rather than trying to answer with words which were likely to fail him, he decided actions would be better. Reaching out, he wrapped one arm around the smaller man's waist to pull him close and used the other to cradle the back of his head. With a gentle strength, Piotr bent down and pressed his lips to Mac's in a kiss.

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Mac hadn't ever felt so wrapped up and protected in his life. In front of anyone, he would've been a little pissed at the idea that he might need protecting at all but here... Shit, maybe he didn't mind it so much.

He kissed Piotr back, rising up on his toes so the other guy didn't have to bend too much. His hand rested on the warm skin of his waist.

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Piotr was immediately struck by how different the kiss was from any other he'd ever had. Despite his larger size, Piotr wasn't used to having any sort of control over sexual situations. He'd always felt like he was caught in a windstorm, unable to catch his breath or find his bearings. As all-encompassing as it had been at the time, it hadn't felt right.

But this? This was better. Something about the way Mac kept finding ways to meet him halfway was even more exciting.

As they kissed, Piotr let his hand begin to drift up the other man's spine. His movements weren't rushed or overwhelming, but were meant to continue stoking the heat that was building between them since the pool.

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That touch was so gentle, MacCready couldn't help but shiver a little, pressing closer to him. He had to pull back from the kiss and rest his forehead against the larger man's chest, taking a moment to let himself breathe and center himself again.

Not a lot of good was going to come from just rushing into things.

Some good, definitely, but this needed to go a little more slowly than everything below his waist wanted from him.

"This is real?" he asked.

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The kiss broke too early for his liking, but Piotr took the moment to collect himself and pressed a kiss to the top of Mac's head.

"It is for me." Piotr smiled. "I am, new to this kind of thing."

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"You don't kiss like you're new to it," Mac said. Fuck. He'd been married for fuck's sake and it's not like he and Lucy were really all that exclusive. He knew what he was doing.

He tugged Piotr gently towards the bed, guiding him to sit so he could straddle those hips and kiss him and not worry about either of them straining to manage it.

"You need to stop or change things up, let me know," he said, wanting to make that clear.

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"I don't know if that's true, but thank you дракончик." Piotr blushed slightly. He hadn't been able to explore his sexuality as a young adult, but it was comforting to know that he'd possibly made up for the lost time.

When Mac began moving him, Piotr didn't know where they were headed. As he felt the bed hit the back of his knees hit the bed, his heart jumped into his throat. Luckily it was an easy thing for him to stay upright as the smaller man climbed into his lap.

He set himself to nuzzling the crook of Mac's neck, kissing the newly bared skin before responding with a chuckle. "I will, but you must promise to do the same." Blushing fiercely, he cleared his throat. "You may not have noticed when you were down there, but being with me can be...well...it is not always easy."

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Mac's fingers ran over Piotr's hair, down the back of his neck and along one of his massive biceps. "I noticed," he said. "Not gonna lie, we might not make it that far today." The little perpetually refilling soap bottles weren't going to be enough to get him slick enough to take what felt huge even before the guy was totally hard.

Not that he wasn't up for trying.

"I don't wanna rush anything. Ain't like any of us are really goin' anywhere or we ain't got all the time in the world." A couple people had left, but on average it seemed pretty insignificant.

He kissed Piotr's hair and spoke near his ear. "I'm- I don't wanna be someone's one night stand anymore." There. Blue would be proud of him for saying something like that, for giving himself a chance.

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His eyes fluttered closed and let himself enjoy the feeling of being touched. Despite on badly he wanted the other man, Mac's words were reassuring.

"I can be very patient man in the right circumstances." Shifting slightly, he found Mac's lips and gave him another smoldering kiss. "And getting to spend time with those lips is definitely right circumstances."

Eventually, he pulled back to make sure that Mac was looking him in the eye. "I do not want this to be one-time thing."

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There was part of Mac that was sure he was getting played here somehow, like it was some kind of fucked up prank Vax had organized.

Piotr didn't know him, didn't have any real reason to trust him at all. Didn't know how shit of a person he was.

It was hard to think too much about any of that, not when his cock was starting to ache for attention and he was practically sitting on the other man's.

He couldn't do anything but lean in and kiss him again. They'd gotten important words out of the way. That was enough talking for now.

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Piotr greedily accepted the kiss, happy that the talking was over for now. It didn't bother him that he didn't know much about Mac, there would be time for that later. All that mattered was that he had felt an actual connection to another person for the first time in god knew how long.

While they continued to kiss, Piotr's hands made their way back down Mac's spine, not stopping until his fingers slid past the waistband of those outrageous trunks. Gripping gently at the swell of the other man's ass, Piotr pulled him even closer. The friction against his cock causing a moan to rumble deep in his chest.

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Mac nipped his lower lip gently, arching with that touch as he ached for more of it. "Fuck," he murmured between kisses. There were things they could use. He was sure he could take something that felt as big as Piotr was, right? He just had to bring himself to get up to go to the bathroom and get it and that was- Yeah, he wasn't going anywhere as long as things felt this good.

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"Patience," Piotr chuckled, an unexpected pride swelling in his chest as he felt Mac writhe in his lap. As much as he wanted to rush into things, there was a distinct pleasure in the thought of taking things slow. It felt like he'd just scratched the surface of something and wasn't ready to give in yet.

Without moving his hands, Piotr let his arms go slack so Mac slipped backward just a bit. In a heartbeat, he pulled the smaller man forward again to draw out another long moan.

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MacCready let out a small noise of surprise when he started to slip and was suddenly pulled forward again. "I know," he said. "I know we have all the time in the world. I just- I miss being close to someone else. There wasn't really anyone back home after my wife died and...and there hasn't been anyone at all here."

He didn't like saying shit like that to some guy he barely knew, but Piotr probably deserved to know why he was so desperate for something.

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"I have got you," Piotr murmured, kissing gently at Mac's neck while the other man spoke. There was so much that they didn't yet know about each other, but that only made him want to stay more.

"And I do not need to fuck you to keep you close." With an easy motion, he stood up keeping the other man secured the whole while. Turning around, he knelt on the bed and crawled forward on his knees until he could lower them both down among the pillows. It was a surprisingly graceful move for such a large man, but he prided himself on using his body to its full advantage. Chest to chest, Piotr pressed him into the mattress with another series of scalding kisses.