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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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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."

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

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."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.

[carlislestyle.livejournal.com]

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