#acexpeter

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for the prompt thing, acexpeter and 19 :)

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Hole In the Wall

Peter sat on the floor with his back against the wall, gazing bleary eyed at his half empty bottle of Vodka. He was quite strung out from the lines he snorted moments ago.Technicolor shapes warped and danced across his line of vision.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Peter could hear Ace destroy his hotel room next door. It sounded like he trying to break their neighboring wall down with a jackhammer. Under normal circumstances, Peter would be happily joining his friend in the demolition party but right now he had other things on his mind.

“I don’t love Lydia anymore,” Peter whispered sadly, taking another swig from his bottle. He welcomed the pain in his throat with a satisfying “Ah” noise.

VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!

Ace must be using the chainsaw now.

Peter sighed, thinking back to his phone call earlier. Lydia had been crying and screaming at him, accusing him of cheating! It wasn’t cheating if it was just sex, right? He didn’t love those groupies. They were merely there for his entertainment. He was a Rockstar after all! It’s not his fault he was blessed with a well-endowed member. Hell, it would be a sin to not use such a divine gift. What was the harm? Surely, Lydia was just overreacting, like always.

“George Peter John Criscuola, I know there’s another woman in your life! You’re in love with another woman, just admit it!” She had shrieked at him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Was Ace using a crowbar now?

“I’m not in love with another woman!” Peter had shouted back into the receiver.

He was in love with another man.

The very thought terrified Peter. He had developed feelings for his best friend. Ace was everything that Lydia was not. He was charming, adventurous and hilarious! Ace radiated an energy that was just…so out of this world.

Peter blushed, remembering the first time they kissed.

Ace and Peter were both drunk off their asses at an after party a few nights ago. They were in a closet getting busy with an equally drunken chick. Sharing partners was not outrageous for them. However, as soon as the girl passed out, the two directed their lust towards each other.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Now what in the hell was he doing!?

Peter continued to ignore the violent tremors coming from the wall behind him. Instead he touched his lips while thinking about Ace.

The kiss was sloppy but still very sweet. Ace had wrapped his arms around Peter, pulling him into a protective hug. Peter felt…safe. Throughout his entire life living in Brooklyn, Peter had no concept of the word “safe.” You had to fight like hell to survive. The Catman knew this first hand after his many encounters with death.

But there was something about that night. Ace’s touch had sent an electrical surge through his veins. No street drug ever gave him that kind of rush before! It was a feeling…so addicting. Peter craved that sweet burning heat much like he craved a cocaine fix. He needed it BAD!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Peter could feel Ace ramming something heavy against the wall. The drummer still sat against the wall completely undeterred from Ace’s chaotic tomfoolery next door.

Peter couldn’t stop thinking about Ace. Lydia was nothing in comparison to Ace! She didn’t have eyes like the stars! She didn’t make him feel any safer in this cruel, cruel world! And there was never an electrical spark between them when they made love!

Peter couldn’t hold in anymore. His dam of emotions was threatening to break free at any moment!

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

A powerful blast of drywall and debris burst through the wall, narrowly missing contact with Peter’s head. Peter was still a bit dizzy from the booze and drugs to be able to register what had just happened.

“PETER!!!!!” cried out a familiar voice.

Peter turned his head to see Ace staring back at him through a medium sized hole in the wall.

“Ace!” Peter said in surprise, staring back into the beautiful eyes of his beloved spaceman.

“I needed tah see yaaaa…I gotta….tell ya sum…thing….impoooort...tant,” Ace slurred, reaching his hand through the hole, clumsily trying to find Peter’s hand.

Peter grabbed a hold of Ace’s hand firmly. “What is it?”

“I’m in loooove with ya, Cat!”

“Ace! I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me!” Peter wailed, interlacing his fingers with Ace’s fingers.

“What the fuck have you done!?” shrieked Big John as he came running into Ace’s room, pulling the drunken spaceman from the hole, looking horrified at the blazed Peter Criss staring back at him on the other side.

“I needed tah see ‘im! I miss ‘im!” Ace whined, looking up into Big John’s eyes with a bloodshot pleading look.

“Why didn’t you just go next door to see him?” the pissed off bodyguard raged.

“Beeecause I looooooove ‘im!”

“I love you too, Ace!” Peter cried, trying to reach his hand through to the other side.

“That’s enough! Get to bed both of you! The hotel manager is on his way up here!” Big John freaked, using the TV to cover as much of Ace’s damage as possible.

Within a few minutes, a loud knock was heard at Ace’s door.

“What’s going on in here!? My phone has been ringing off the hook all night with complaints of loud noises and heavy machinery use coming from this room! You better not be destroying hotel property or I’m calling the cops!”

Peter listened as Big John answered the door, apologizing for the inconvenience, assuring the manager that Ace had been asleep this entire time. It was the same well-rehearsed script that the poor bodyguard had to recite at EVERY hotel they stayed at on tour. He was quite skilled at covering for Ace and Peter’s bullshit.

Peter listened to the conversation with his ear against the wall. The hotel manager was not convinced and wanted to see for himself! Once Big John did let him in, he clearly saw Ace looked to be fast asleep in bed. Big John did a hell of a job hiding the hole, because the hotel manager didn’t seem to notice.

“If he was asleep then where did all of those noises come from!?”

With a heavy sigh, Big John escorted a still skeptical hotel manager out of Ace’s room and down the hallway.

“I better not get any more complaints tonight!” he could hear the hotel manager’s voice down the hall.

Once the coast was clear, Ace jumped out of bed and threw the TV across the room, revealing his newly demolished hole into Peter’s room.

“Hiya Cat!” Ace cackled, waving like a buffoon to Peter on the other side.

“Hiya Acey!” Peter giggled, waving back at him.

“I love you!

“I love you too!”

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Another fan art of my favourite shipp #spacecat. Ace & Peter