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Peter Cavanaugh
19 February 2010 @ 01:39 pm
Peter finished signing the last of his paperwork and prepared to fax them back to his main office in Hartford. He was starting to get used to running his business from the office Mora had set up for him in her home, and he didn't even mind having to adjust his hours so he could hold teleconferences when he needed to. So far, there hadn't been any crisis that he hadn't been able to handle, and the day to day operations were in more than capable hands back at home. If anything, Peter was starting to feel a little spoiled by the chance to both get his work done and spend so much time with Tir.

He smiled as he thought about his boyfriend. Tir's recovery was coming along wonderfully, and regular visits from the doctor ensured that it would continue that way. When Peter thought about how close he'd come to losing him - something he tried not to do too often - it made him treasure their time together even more. He loved his beautiful, sexy Irishman more than he had ever loved anyone, including Will, and while a part of him would always be in love with his best friend, the biggest part of him would never want anyone but Tir.

Faxes completed, Peter tidied up his desk, turned down the ringer on the phone, turned off the lights and closed the door. He'd made a promise to both Tir and himself that once he was through with his workday, he was through. It was a huge change for him. He was a man who was used to working on his business every minute of the day, but being with Tir had changed him and given him something else to focus on. So now, except for when there was a dire emergency back in Hartford, Peter was a man who left his work behind the moment his work day was over.

He entered the bedroom where Tir was taking a nap and smiled as he approached Tir's side of the bed. He knew it was a sentimental cliche, but he could honestly spend hours watching Tir sleep and loving him so much it made his chest ache with the strength of it. This man was his, and as soon as they could, they were going to make it official. More than making a claim for everyone to see, though, Peter was finally ready to let the world know that he could belong to someone else. He'd made commitments in the past, had been devoted to Kory and would have done the same with Will if given the chance, but he'd never felt the desire to actually belong to someone the way he did with Tir. Leaning down, he gently tucked Tir's hair behind his ear and kissed him on the forehead. He hated to wake him, but it was time for him to eat and take some medication.

"Baby?" he said softly. "It's time for dinner."
 
 
Peter Cavanaugh
13 October 2009 @ 02:47 pm
The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."
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Peter Cavanaugh
14 December 2008 @ 04:33 pm
[private]

I never write in this thing so why do I suddenly feel compelled to put something down about Kory?

My birthday was a couple of days ago and I was lucky enough to have a couple of surprises. One was Will - more than a surprise, really, considering how busy he's been with his life - and the other was, well, this nice guy I've met. I'm not going to commit too much of this entry to him until I see how things go. But he could be someone I want to see on more than casual basis.

It was this latter surprise that got me thinking about Kory. He would help me celebrate in a similar fashion. (Before Will met Orlando, he would do it, too, but neither of them felt quite this...festive. Yes, that's a good way to describe it. Exciting, cheerful, fun and full of happy shouting.) I haven't really stopped long enough since he died to think about how much I miss him. It's little things on some days that make me think about him, big things on others. Will moved into that space so quickly (and it was such a relief when he did) it was as if I hadn't lost him. I've loved Will forever, so it's always been easy for me to not think of anyone else that way. Kory got to me, though. He got past that obsession I had with my best friend. For the first time, I think someone else might be. Might is the key word here, Pete. Remember that. Don't get sucked into thinking a physical attraction means more to anyone than it really does.

Will, Kory, whoever. I think I'm feeling guilty that I never really mourned Kory before moving on and here I go again thinking I might be doing it again. And there's always the chance Will is going to come back to me one day. I'm a fool for holding onto that hope, but I don't think I'll ever stop. Unless

I need to stop this before I make myself crazy and screw up a fun thing by thinking serious things about it.
 
 
Peter Cavanaugh
22 September 2008 @ 01:16 am
One of the perks of owning his PR company was the ability to take extended lunches whenever he wanted. That's what he usually told his staff before leaving for client meetings so that they'd know not to expect him back any time soon. The truth was he also liked rubbing it in a bit that his success could allow him that kind of freedom.

Today's meeting with the Dean of Admissions had gone extremely well, and Peter already had ideas for ways to improve recruitment as he left the administration building and made his way across the campus. He was going to celebrate with an expensive lunch at his favorite restaurant, but first he needed to go by the student hub and check out the bookstore to become more familiar with the environment of the school.
 
 
Peter Cavanaugh
16 September 2008 @ 11:33 pm
Wow  
I forgot I had this thing. I guess since Will and I stopped talking for a little while I

That's not entirely true. We didn't stop talking. We just live separate lives now and the only reason I got this thing was for him. And judging from our last exchange, that didn't go so well.

I guess I'll try to update this thing every now and then.

If you're reading this, Will, you should know that I'm doing everything I can on my end to help find Shy. Hell, I'll call you later and just tell you myself. But if you were going to bring another guy into your relationship, it couldn't have been me? Seriously??
 
 
 
Peter Cavanaugh
30 December 2006 @ 03:35 am
I'm not going to say it.
I'm not going to say it.
I'm not going to say it.

See, Will? I'm not saying it. You promised to unlock your post for me and I promised not to say anything bad or OBVIOUS.

JesusFUCKINGchrist.

:-\

Take some zinc and some vitamin C and get some rest, sweetheart. You need to be in top form for your fiancé on New Year's Eve.
 
 
Peter Cavanaugh
23 December 2006 @ 06:16 pm
[locked from Will]

He thinks I'm an asshole, and I don't think I can really blame him. My reaction was childish and petty and instead of being a friend, I took a cheap shot.

I don't know what my problem is, but the last thing I want to do is hurt him.

What a great way to spend the holiday, worrying that my best friend no longer wants to speak to me.
 
 
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