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Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes Part 2

Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes Part 2

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Peter didn’t want to talk to anyone, he didn’t want to recognise that for once he appeared vulnerable. He least of all wanted to see George again. He had lost his cool with George, something about the man pushed Peter’s guards down and he didn’t like it one bit. Only one man had been able to get under Peter’s skin but then that man turned out to be a heartless ego maniac and left Peter broken and on a timer to self destruct. Peter shifted onto his side in his hospital bed and let out a bitter sob into his pillow. The one time he allowed himself to cry was when no one was there to comfort him.

George’s fingers tapped on his desk trying to aid the thought processes in his head. Mandelson was driving him crazy even though Peter was in his hospital bed and George was in number ten. He needed to know what was going on in the Lord’s messed up brain, he need to understand what was happening. It was like a primal desire, a hunger that needed feeding. He decided that he would see Peter tomorrow and Peter would tell him the whole truth and he would not leave until he got it.

Peter looked up from his newspaper, somewhat glad to see that he had a positive effect on the press and had given labour a little boost, and turned his attention to George who had just entered. “Hello again. Back so soon.” George gave an inward sigh of relief, Peter seemed to have perked up a bit today, he sat down on the bed. “I’m sorry about yesterday, I acted like a bit of a cunt.”

“You did and I want an explanation about everything.” George replied looking sternly into Peter’s brown eyes, making sure his companion knew he meant business.

“George I really don’t want to.” Peter said softly.

“It’s not a choice.” George said forcefully. He was the Chancellor of the Exchequer damn it.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I really don’t think it’s necessary. I mean I will probably have a team of psychologists set on me in no time or, god forbid, my brother.” Peter said trying to wrangle himself out of a difficult situation.

“No. You are going to tell me right now what is going on. I mean Jesus in a bendy bus. I get low sometime but I don’t slash my wrists in the Houses of Parliament.” George said with barely contained fury.

Peter’s own temper began to spike, he clenched his fists, hoping to alleviate some of his own anger by attempting to crush his bones into powder. “Yes well you and I lead entirely different lives George.”

“But still, Peter your life is hardly shit.” George reasoned, registering Peter’s tightly clenched fists.

“That’s your opinion I however would differ from that point of view.” Peter found the words very hard to say, unable to keep eye contact he looked down to his hands, accepting defeat.

“Peter what is going on in that head of yours? I mean you have a 2.4 million pound house and a brilliant career. It’s hardly shit.” George said trying to regain eye contact.

“Oh really George, is that what you think? Of course you would, the one thing you have that I will never have, you take for granted. Sure I have money, influence and career, but all that is no help at all.” Peter could feel his feeling sliding out of his grasp. Now George was completely lost, he hadn’t a clue what Peter was on about.

“Peter, what the hell’s wrong. What’s happened?” George asked, his voice laced with concern.

“You really wish to know?” Peter’s voice was now a quivering whisper.

“Why would I ask if I didn’t?”

“Fine.” Peter said, wishing he hadn’t been backed into this. He began to tell George what had happened to him all those years ago.


George wished he hadn’t asked. He was sure that he would never get any sleep ever again. Peter’s story was almost something out of a horror film. A horrid mixture of heartbreak and hurt, no wonder he had wished to top himself. As Peter told the horrific tale of loves gone by, his voice started to disobey him as he fought to keep it all together. He found himself haunted by scenes of the past presented in his mind as clear as photographs. He had told no one of Tony until now. The whole thing made him feel a fool. How he could have had one man hold so much influence over him he would never know.

The relationship had started in 1997 during the long and arduous campaign. At first it read like a love story with romantic dates and steamy evening, but it soon went from Catherine Cookson to Stephen King, from Romeo and Juliet to Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. As soon as Tony had had a taste of power he couldn’t get enough of it. Not satisfied with just exerting his power over the country he had to show he had the upper hand with Peter too. This mainly consisted of bashing Peter around until he bled or shouting and screaming into his ‘lover’s’ ear, and when Tony had had enough, he simply threw Mandelson out of his life and out of government. Not before fully embarrassing him with the whole Matthew Parris incident. Unbeknownst to Peter at the time but Tony had bribed Parris to reveal that piece of information on newsnight.

“You would have thought I would have learnt.” Peter said as his voice was again stepping out of line. “But I didn’t. I went back to him in 1999. Thinking that maybe he had changed but he hadn’t, he was worse than before. I actually landed myself in hospital after one of his beatings. It was kept hushed up. Then he kicked me out again in 2001 and packed me off to Europe. He told me that if I told anyone he would make my life hell. Gordon knew of course and he did try to help but nothing would stop Tony. Alistair also knew but he didn’t give a shit about me and on occasion he would give me a good kicking on orders from Tony.”

“Oh my god.” George said, his face frozen in terror.

“It was an ongoing terror that still plays out in my mind whenever it finds itself unoccupied. I still wake up in the night screaming and no one is ever there to come and make sure I’m ok. I’m alone in the darkness in more ways than one.” A tear began to run down his face, George took hold of Peter’s hand grasping it, as if trying to keep Peter clinging on to something. “I can’t even eat properly because of him. It’s like he’s planted a bomb in me and he’s waiting to see me self destruct. Bet he’s laughing his head off at this right now.” Peter’s restrain could no longer hold back the tide of emotion. The dam broke and Peter began to cry violently.

George instinctively moved up the bed to give a reassuring hug to Peter who was now sobbing his heart out. “Ssh no one’s going to hurt you. Not anymore.” George laid his chin on top of Peter’s head and tried to rock all his worries away. “Let me go get some tissues.” George said as he relinquished his touch. He left the room to ask the nurse for some tissues. He re-entered the room only to find Peter’s again reading the news paper.

“Anyway it was nice to see you George.” Peter said, the only hint that he had just had a massive emotional breakdown was the slightly tear stained eyes and hint of strain in his voice. George knew what was going on and realised there was no point in fighting it, Peter needed his privacy at this moment in time. He picked up his coat and left the tissues by Peter’s side and made his way to leave only to be interrupted by Peter. “Oh and thank you.” Peter added

“No problem.” George left Peter alone in his room. Peter put his head in his hands. What had he just done?


Through the next two weeks, George visited the hospital everyday and little by little the old confident Peter came back. Peter, much to his despair, found himself looking forward more and more to these visits. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him but every time George came in a genuine smile would flash across Peter’s tired features and he found that he missed George’s presence when he was not around. It had made a usually unbearable hospital stay easier. As George walked down the all too familiar corridor he had no idea where this friendship would lead or if it would ever last. He entered Peter’s room to find the man himself was sleeping peacefully. George stroked the older man’s face delicately then removed his hand quickly. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ His thoughts screamed at him. He took of his jacket and tried forget what he had just done. Peter awoke to find George texting on his mobile phone. “Didn’t expect to see you.” George looked up and swiftly put his phone away.

“Hello how are you today?” George said noticing Peter’s half groggy smile.

“Not too bad. They said I can go home tomorrow.” Peter lurched himself into a sitting position so he could fully face George.

“Ah good. Will you be ok?” George asked.

“I’ll be fine my dear boy. After all I am not five you may have noticed.” George smiled but inside he was concerned about Peter being all on his own.

“Erm.. Will anyone be like ... be there with you?”

“Just me, as usual.” Peter looked down at his hands.

“Then you’re not staying alone,” George said and Peter’s eyebrows shot up in response. “I’ll stay with you.”

“George, are you forgetting about your wife?” Peter was flattered by the offer but he was quite sure that he didn’t need a babysitter.

“My wife and I love each other in all ways but one. She’s my best friend and almost like my sister but we aren’t in love with each other.” George admitted, meddling with his wedding ring.

“I’m sorry George...I had no idea.” Peter shifted in his bed, trying to dispel some of his own discomfort with the subject.

“No it’s fine. We both don’t mind it. So anyway I’ll stay with you, make sure you’re ok.” George said as he put his hand on his friends shoulder.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Peter mumbled.

“Well fine then I can be your guest, to be honest I hate sleeping in Downing streets because you know that Clegg and Cameron are doing it next door” George joked but Peter’s mouth dropped. “Oh didn’t you know? Peter shook his head. “Yup those two are at it most of the time.”

Peter laughed, the thought of Cameron and Clegg going at it like dogs made him think that there was room in politics for love. “Fine but there is no way I am going to let you mother me.”

“I would hate to be your mother she must have had a rotten time.” George laughed.

“She must have.” Peter placed his hand on top of George’s. “Thank you.”

George’s hand acted without warning. He grasped Peter’s hand firmly with his own. “No problem.”George beamed back. He was acting independent of his own rationality and he was enjoying every moment of it. He didn’t know where this was going or if it was going anywhere but for once he didn’t seem to care.


George awoke to the sound of Peter shouting in the room next to him. He got up and wrapped a silk dressing gown around himself and quietly made his way into the master bedroom. Peter was on his bed tossing and turning, crying and shouting. “No. No!! Tony don’t please don’t!!” Peter cried trying to hide himself from an invisible punch. George jumped on the bed and held Peter’s quivering body in his arms. Even though Peter was now awake but he was still crying bitterly into George’s shirt.

It’s ok. You’re safe. I’m here.” George’s first night was turning out to be one in which sleep would be oddly ignored. Peter clutched onto George’s arm, trying to forget the nightmare from which he had just awoken. George laid down next to his friend and rested Peter’s head on his chest and stroked the older man’s hair. After about ten minutes George rose to his knees and looked down at the other man. Peter didn’t know what he was doing until he was halfway through doing it. He put his hand on the back of George’s neck and pulled him down so his body was on top of his own. He hesitated for a moment, fearing rejection but giving George a way out. The two men looked into each other’s eyes and George pressed his lips to Peter’s. At first it was slow, letting both men find their feet and then it became more intense, hands roaming here, there and everywhere. Soon both men’s tops had been removed and chucked across the room. Reason had left, packed its bags and gave up and now passion ran wild like a fire with no one there to fight it.

“Oh god George!” Peter moaned as the two men’s groins started to grind together. George surrendered himself to every touch and sensation. He pressed harder, desperate for more contact. Soon it became painfully obvious that simply grinding like a bunch of school boys was not going to work.

“Peter,” George said trying to regain breath, “we can do this properly or not at all.” Peter needed no invitation. He quickly rolled over so he could reach his bedside cabinet and produced some lube and condom. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Would you shut up, pass me the lube and condom and drop you trousers please.” George commanded, he was never very patient when he was painfully hard. Peter was very happy to oblige his friend and lay back ready for what was coming his way. George squeezed some lube onto his finger and placed in caringly into Peter’s entrance, the older man arched his back and gave out a small moan. George seeing this as a go ahead entered a second finger into Peter’s heat and began to tease him to breaking point.

“Oh for god’s sake, would you please fuck me!” Peter pleaded. George gave a devious smile, before slipping a condom onto his own hardness and place some lube on it. Peter tugged George down and after a bit of a struggle Peter straddled George. The older man kissed his lover softly and with that George entered smoothly into Peter’s body. Peter threw his head back “Oh fuck!” He moaned. George started the relentless pace and Peter soon caught on, moving his hips in accordance with the rhythm.

“Oh god Peter! Yes! Oh my god yes!” George shouted as the blood all went rushing south. Peter placed his arms around George’s neck and kissed him passionately. God how Peter had missed this, just with Tony it had never been this good, this rewarding. George took Peter’s erection in his hand and began stroking and teasing it, causing Peter to bury his head into George’s shoulder.

“Oh Jesus Christ! George my god I love you.” Peter said breathlessly. He could feel his climax coming. It was like a dam that had too much water behind it and was about to crack and crack it did. Both men let out a loud moan as the both reached their climax. The two men saw the stars before crashing back to Earth. Peter collapsed on top of George after having his strength literally fucked out of him. The laboured breaths of both men struggled to keep up with oxygen needs.

“I love you too.” George said after he had regained his breath. Peter turned to face him, his face still flushed. He placed a kiss on George’s forehead. “Is this better than topping yourself?”

“Much better.” Peter laughed.

“Good now I have a brilliant idea, every time you get low I want you to pop down to my office and we can make those worries disappear ok?” George suggested, stroking Peter’s face.

“That’s the best suggestion you’ve ever made.” The two men wrapped their arms around each, enjoying the post-coital bliss.

“I was also hoping that maybe I could stay a bit longer and maybe not have to sleep in the guest bedroom?”

Peter smiled “Stay as long as you like.”
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