Petrelli Vs Carlisle...the Musical

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"Petrelli VS Carlisle -- The Musical"
Who:  Peter Petrelli & Peter Carlisle (Blackpool)
When: Six months before Season 1


"He's making a mess."

Peter glanced up at the head nurse and arched an eyebrow.  "Oh yeah?"

"Yes.  And he keeps singing.  Take him down to X-Ray."

Peter didn't exactly care for the tone of voice his superior was using, but with two months left of his internship, he couldn't stand being a smart ass.  Shaking the hair out of his face, he took the chart under his arm and headed down to the waiting room.  "Mister Peter Carlisle?" he asked, smiling as he always did.  Patients in pain preferred to have a happy face to greet them.

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Holding onto the bag, Peter watched Carlisle for a moment as he spoke to his brother, and seemed almost at a loss for things to say when he was addressed. Tilting his face upwards, Peter could have been fifteen or so instead of twenty-six, his youth exaggerated by his massive brown eyes and lengthened hair.

"I...well, you did a little, yeah," he said, fawning really.

Nathan frowned, watching the interaction, and had another beer just because he could.

"More like...I thought you were making fun of me."

"Oh come on," Nathan groaned under his breath.

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"Making fun of you? did it ever occur to you that I'm just that tactless and annoying?"

It was odd to admit that aloud but hey, he couldn't deny his nature. All of humanity sucked, even him. He knew it and he was sure his new found friend knew it too, he just didn't want to admit it.

"Why would I make fun of the first friend I've had since a wonderful little man named Blythe? Who, by the way, is a DC whose paid to be with me. So essentially, a man had to be paid to hang out with me," Well, not exactly but he was being very honest. Wives excluded, he didn't get on well with most.

Only the ladies. "You do it willingly, you're either mad or very nice and either way, I'd prefer we didn't stop being friend this quickly."

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With Nathan muttering that this was turning into either a really bad gay porno film or a bromance comedy, Peter's eyes never once left Carlisle's face. Never once trailed from his eyes. There he was, being a jerk and charming all at once.

"I don't know what a DC is," Peter said, and then felt foolish for having only that to say to that whole spiel. He swallowed thickly and finally ripped his gaze from the other Peter's before he could be caught staring. "You're only here for a few more days, I'm probably the kinda guy you want to be having any sort of...friendship...with."

Nathan rolled his eyes and stood up finally, coming between them to put his hand on his brother's shoulder. Peter was blushing and Nathan was not clueless enough not to know what might have been going on.

"Pete. Brother's night. Remember?"

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Peter was clueless enough to not understand what was going on here, unfortunately. He assumed Peter really did just want friendship. Weeeelllll, ok then, fine, he did think Peter wanted a bit more. He had kissed him. But that was just a nagging feeling in the back of his head.

Easily ignored when he was dosed up and tired.

Looking up at Nathan, he frowned and looked back down at Peter. He was ruining brothers night and he definitely wasn't a brother.

"Errrm, right, well we're friend ok?" Peter declared without allowing argument, holding up his hand to prevent Peter from even trying. "And we will talk more tomorrow on the phone when a rather well built up and annoyed looking brother isn't here. I mean really, how will you get vote when you're that way. You're lucky I can't vote! Because I'd intentionally waste it."

Ok, rambling offensive remarked at his new friends brother? Brilliant. Great start! Clamping his mouth shut, he started to back to the door. God, he really needed to stop talking now.

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Peter laughed, and laughed hard, and even Nathan couldn't help it. "You have weird friends, Pete," he said, and sighed, feeling just a little bad for pegging the Scottsman as some sort of predator out for his young, impressionable brother's soul. Peter was just a very emotional, very touchy, somewhat girlish sort of man when it came to saying how he felt. He shouldn't have thought anything by it.

He was just overly protective.

"There, that's two people that have said you're weird," Peter pointed out to Carlisle, winking almost roguishly as Nathan moved between them.

"All right, well listen Pete. Like I said, boys have a game tomorrow. It's 11:30. Heidi is going to have my balls as is. Your friend is here, so tell him about your girl troubles, all right?"

Peter was beat red again, but he let Nathan get his coat on and shove a hand towards Carlisle. "Good to meet you."

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People laughing at him was usual at work but not so much in the outside world. He bashfully tilted his head downwards and laughed slightly, just happy he wasn't getting tossed out by the scruff of his neck.

And he always needed confirmation he was weird! Usually people just said he was odd and lacked boundaries.

Giving Nathan a small frown, he took the hand and shook it in return. "Same here. You're married then? My sympathise."

Hey, he'd been there, he was just glad he never had kids. He'd probably be in more of a mess if he did. Kids were loud and they'd probably eat all his food!

"Thanks for not reporting me as a crack head and I'll see you around."

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After Nathan left, shaking his head and still laughing, Peter closed the door and leaned back against it. "It's almost midnight," he said, not that he had to work early. "And...why do you care so much that I got mad? I can't really be your friend if you're just leaving anyway. You're great to be around but--"

Peter was still holding onto Carlisle's shopping as he bit his lower lip to keep it from drooping. He looked up at the man again, from his chest -- where his gaze was -- up past his throat and chin and funny mouth.

Finally, he just gave up. He shook his head and let it go.

He did only have a few days. Why waste it badgering himself about something he wanted?

Peter stood up on his toes, dropping the plastic bag at his feet, and curled his arms around the other man's neck. He felt stubble against his own stubble, but that didn't deter him from the kiss.

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"I couldn't sleep knowing you'd be mad," he explained with a small sigh, knowing that seemed irrational to some put it was perfectly normal to him. Sighing, he slumped against the door, knowing now that it was a little irrational.

Tilting forward, he couldn't help but find it was hard to ignore Peters stubble against his own. Never get that with birds.

It was an odd experience, not one that he overly hated, it was just weird to be kissing another bloke. It just seemed both wrong and kind of nice. Weird mix, admittedly.

Puling back, he licked his lower lip and made a small 'hmm' noise. "That was--- bracing."

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With one hand against the door that Carlisle was leaning on and the other still in his hair, Peter opened his eyes and pushed away from the other man. "God, what're you doing to me?" he asked, laughing embarrassingly. He wiped a hand down his face and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe it is your hair. Scottish hair has weird effects on Italian Americans? Story at Eleven?" he asked, turning twice before he sat down.

He set his elbows on his knees and dropped his head heavily into his hands. He wasn't upset, he was just really, really confused.

He slouched back on the couch and swallowed, looking at the other Peter with his amazing hair and his gorgeous eyes. "I've never-- I mean, never. Anything. Well, no no, with women, but--"

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"You think I have?" Peter joked as he dropped down beside Peter and hesitated twice before setting his hand on Peters back in a comforting gesture. Well, he wasn't exactly a gay sex-god, what did Peter expect from him? At best, he was happy to see what happens, that was it.

Pausing for a second, he yawned loudly before shaking his head.

"Right, I hate to rush you, really but if we're doing anything then I'd do it fast cause I did take sleeping pills and now they decide they want to kick in. Oh no, couldn't of made life simple and let me sleep when I was dying of guilt."

Sighing, he gave Peter a small look before glancing up at the ceiling. Well... in for a penny, in for a pound.

He leaned over and pulled the other Peter into a kiss, just curious how it'd go.

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Rush? Doing anything? Peter looked a little confused and a little lost when he felt Carlisle touch his back. He wanted to put an arm around the man or cuddle in close or--

Well, kissing seemed fine too. He was about to tell Carlisle that he wasn't going to get much of anything, demanding it like that, but having a tongue in his mouth was really a very interesting way to be shut up.

He actually, if he was to be polled after this, rather approved.

Trying to figure out what went where, however, proved to be interesting. Peter nipped at the other man's lips, breathing hard through his nose. He hadn't had this sort of passion in a long time.

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Kissing someone with stubble was such oddness but he still kept at it, smiling almost childishly as he nipped at Peters lower lip.

Not as sweet as he was, Carlisle tasted of the lollies he'd eaten all day and that candy bar he'd eaten on the way here. He was like a walking ad for sugar addicts.

Peter was just... normal? It was odd but besides the stubble and male noises, he kissed like Natalie.

And suddenly his heart ached, he wanted that closeness again. Hell, he wanted to be loved. People were selfish cruel jerks... and Peter wanted them to love him.

"Errr.... bedroom or do we leave it here and go to bed?"

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Peter was just a kid. His hormones were relatively normal at their levels, if perhaps a bit low as he did not usually go out to find love interests. He just got a bit obsessed with a person and hoped that they'd eventually like him back before running off and leaving him.

Having Carlisle pull back again made Peter whine lightly. He was excited, unfortunately, and it was hard to hide that sort of thing, even from a man with sleep-drugged eyes.

This was a bad idea. It was moving fast. Fast like that woman at the motel with the ice bucket. But they didn't have time. There might not even be another tonight.

"You know where the bedroom is. Follow the lamp."

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Peter wasn't good at waiting around, even without the motivation of potential sleep, he just like to get right in there. He wanted to get them all started.

Bouncing excited on his feet, he grinned and stumbled awkward into the bedroom, dropping down onto the bed and crawling up it, dropping onto his back and sighing.

He smirked and gestured for Peter to follow him, assuming they were both going all the way.

And frankly? That was just dandy.

"Heeeeey, the lamps still in tact," his slow mind finally caught up with Peters words and he smiled dorkishly in amazement.

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And Peter said he'd never done anything like this before? He certainly looked...ready. Really, Carlisle's face, the degree of his smile, the softness of his eyes... Peter wasn't even afraid. Just curious. All right, he was really, really damned curious.

He pulled off his shirt as he stood in the doorway and stepped out of his shoes before he crossed over to the bed. He was holding his breath, a bit silly really, but it was nothing he could help.

Being a nurse, and a guy over the age of sixteen, Peter was pretty sure that they needed a few things for any of this to happen. And he didn't have any of that stuff.

It made him bite his lip. Well, Carlisle would probably fall asleep before any of it really went that far. This was good enough. He stepped up into bed and knelt beside the other man before leaning in to kiss him again.

Peter was very warm and his lips quite affectionate.

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Alright, so Carlisle was very ready to get this done, even if he was half out of it by now and probably just insanely desperate to have contact again.

He kinda wanted to ring up Natalie and simply yell 'HA!' down the phone. Well, he didn't want her to think he was sitting around lonely. Course, this also wasn't about her. His petty side wanted to show off and his loving side simply wanted Peter.

He was an odd man at times.

Kissing Peter back, the warmth of the other mans lips was kind of relaxing, he slumped forward, his head resting against Peters forehead.

His lips stopped kissing.

And he fumbled against Peters shoulder.

".... Damn."

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Peter followed the sentiment, sighing lightly as he felt all of Carlisle's muscles relaxing. "Yeah, damn," he said, half relieved and half a little frustrated. He'd gotten his pants undone and was just in the middle of shoving them down when he knew it was over for the night. "Too many sleeping pills," he murmured, letting Carlisle go.

He did end up scooting out of his pants and despite the erection that was seated neatly in the pocket of his underpants, Peter just pulled up the blankets and laid side by side with the other Peter.

Their foreheads still touched and though he was breathing hard, Peter smiled fondly.

Tomorrow they could just pretend that this had never happened. It would be so much easier.

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With his muscles all so limp that it was like a new born wriggling about, he rolled onto his side and nodded his head. Great. He knew taking them was a dumb idea, why did he always procrastinate on things?

Still, he managed to roll closer and awkward rut against Peter in an attempt to help him get off. Needless to say, he simply gave up and fell asleep, half against the other man.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure.

He would make this up to him and screw the hell out of Peter Petrelli. Come hell or high water!

Until then, he snored lightly and drooled on the other Peters shoulder