rareslash | FRIGHT NIGHT!!!

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This time i come bearing Fright Night fanfiction
erm....Charley/Peter
PG+, nothing too bad here

FRIGHT NIGHT

Charley/Peter Vincent

Somewhere around PG+ J

NOTES: Yeah I love Fright Night, one of my favourite films and, seriously, there is definite slashiness between most of the characters. I always thought I would write Charley/Jerry (and maybe I will one day) but this is Charley/Peter…don’t ask!!

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Charley rang the doorbell and then, not hearing footsteps right away, ran a hand through his hair and made sure his shirt was tucked nicely into his new jeans.

It had been about two weeks ago that he and the fearless vampire killer Peter Vincent had saved his girlfriend Amy from the menacing Jerry Dandridge. Charley had never felt such relief in his life as he had when Dandridge had exploded into green flames- really.

And Amy had given him another kind of relief soon after, as a thank you for saving his life.

Back when Charley had first approached Peter Vincent for help (and discovered what a fraud the older man was) he had thought that he would never respect him again.

But then, despite the fact that he knew Ed and Amy had paid him, Peter had actually come through for Charley and without Peter he didn’t think he would be alive today.

And sure Peter wasn’t the greatest role model in the world, and he was a bit of a coward…but Charley often found himself outside Peter’s apartment and then inside, listening to some long tale about Peter’s days as a horror star.

It wasn’t hard to see that Peter was lonely, and maybe that was he reason he kept so much of his old junk. And maybe, now that he had lost Evil Ed, Charley was lonely too…despite having Amy (except now that he had had her- the unattainable- he didn’t seem to want her as much) to comfort him.

It took a few minutes for Peter to answer and when he did Charley could see the top of a gold cross poking out of the smaller man’s jacket. When he saw that it was Charley Peter’s brown eyes turned warm and a smiled wrinkled the corners of his eyes.

There were a few minutes of ‘what lovely weather’ type conversation as Peter poured them iced tea and then they sat down together on the sofa and Charley tried to steel his nerves.

“I liked that film you played on ‘Fright Night’ the other night…” he tried to think of the title and ignore that fact that Ed would have liked it too…probably too much. “Erm…The Curse of the Golem…yeah,”

Peter smiled sadly, “Yes,” he said. “Well, do you know…they actually wanted to play Dracula but I had to put my foot down there…I think I’ve had enough of vampires for one life.”

Charley studied the older man intently as he spoke, watching the face that seemed so young-despite the wrinkles- and the soft grey hair that he kind of wanted to touch.

Charley wasn’t a stranger to those types of thoughts, hell-Jerry Dandridge had caused a few wet dreams (that he would NEVER admit to because he was a vampire, dammit)but Peter was so different…so much older, so sort of fragile. And he didn’t give Charley many of those kind of dreams but there were definite times, when Peter would stutter and look worried or apologetic, or when he would smile and suddenly look like a little kid, that Charley really, really wanted to kiss him.

He didn’t know if Peter was gay or straight, though Amy would insist (with the help of female intuition) that Peter was as gay as the night is dark.

Sometimes Charley wondered what her intuition told her about him…

So it had come down to this; either he was going to kiss Peter Vincent and risk the consequences or he was going to try so hard to forget about wanting to and satisfy himself with Amy.

Well Charley had deliberated long and hard and decided that now he was an official Vampire Killer he needed to be a little braver in everyday life. This meant that he was now placing a finger over Peter’s lips to shut him up before leaning forward and kissing him softly, tentatively.

When he broke away Peter’s mouth dropped open and his brown eyes widened in that worried shock that he was so good at expressing.

“Ch…Charley?” he said quietly, “I don’t quite underst…”

Charley cut him off, suddenly needing contact more than anything. It had been a crazy few weeks but Peter Vincent, his childhood hero, had been there for him and Charley couldn’t help it anymore.

Peter made a little muffled noise and for a moment his hands struggled against Charley’s shoulders but then, and in his mind Charley did a victory dance, the older man relaxed against him and slowly began to respond.

They were lonely…but they didn’t need to be lonely any more.