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People usually do a double take when Quentin introduces Peter as his boyfriend. Look, he gets it. He’s a 38 year old renowned UFC fighter dating a baby-faced 20 year old who’s still in college. It’s not just that - Quentin’s known for his penchant for violence. When he’s in the ring, he really fucking brawls. He’s got a temper, borne from years of having to endure his shithead of a dad and even if he’s been in therapy for it, it’s still a lot to deal.
The first time he had crossed paths with Peter, it was in a parking lot with Quentin sporting a bloody nose from a brawl with a bunch of drunken assholes. He’s pretty sure he’s got a cut above his left eyebrow, the blood from his nose is staining the front of his shirt and suddenly, there’s a boy squatting down in front of him, peering worriedly at Quentin.
“Shit, mister, that looks bad. Do you need me to call the ambulance?”
This complete stranger had then accompanied Quentin to the A&E, not even thrown off by the fact that Quentin had more or less caused some serious damage to three other men.
“…so, do you like to fight? That was, like, pretty crazy what you did back there.”
“…you don’t know me?”
“Uh, no. Am I supposed to?”
That night, Peter finds out that he’s the Quentin Beck.
“Oh man, sorry. I don’t really follow the UFC. You’re not gonna beat me up for not knowing you, right?”
Quentin laughs.
Peter is a fucking saint. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s all please(s) and thank you(s) and he’s basically the best fucking thing that’s happened to Quentin. He’s gentle in ways that Quentin is rough and quick to fly off the handle, the anchor that keeps Quentin from causing some real damage to others when he’s pissed. Peter’s into games and reading, gets really excited about theories and methods of physics, and yeah, it’s fucking cute when he starts rambling.
And gentle sweet Peter is an absolute minx when they’re in bed, so easily aroused by how Quentin is so much broader and bigger than he is. What he does for a living means that he stays in pretty good shape 24/7, and Peter loves that Quentin can just rough him around and really manhandle him.
There’s just something about Peter that calms the chaos and suppressed rage that lurks in Quentin, being with him centers Quentin in a way that makes him feel like he’s capable of doing anything.
Also, Quentin goes crazy feral when his baby turns up at his matches, yelling and hooting with the rest of the crowd - “You got this, baby! Fuck him up!”. It’s adrenaline like no other because yeah, he fucking loves showing off for his boyfriend.
