Petrelli Vs Carlisle...the Sequel

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"Petrelli VS Carlisle -- The Sequel"
Who:  Peter Petrelli & Peter Carlisle (Blackpool)
When: Beginning of Season 1

Peter Petrelli was a burrower.  He liked to be warm, but not to be too close to someone in his sleep.  As such, he ended up under the covers, all the way at the very bottom of the bed.  He was just a little lump of happy snoring sounds, one arm hanging noteably off of the side of the bed somewhere near Carlisle's foot.

Without work in the morning, there was no alarm set.  He hadn't thought to ask the other Peter if he needed to be up or not and, in fact, even if he had, they'd been a little preoccupied to do much about it.

Now, stretching and fresh from dreams of time travel, Peter opened his eyes to gaze at a knee that belonged to a very hairy leg.  He wasn't sure what to make of that at first!

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Peter finished pulling on his shirt and blinked tiredly at the man in the bed, trying to see him through the haze of sleep. Oh, right, sex! They should be having it.

"Errr... right, when do you have a lunch break? Mines at 1, provided they don't take it from me for being late. We could meet back here. Or you know, tonight or during your break."

He didn't know if Peter knew he was planning the best time to have sex but he could really use some help.

Tugging on his trousers, he staggered around to find his jacket, unaware his shirt was buttoned wrong and the collar was sticking up at the back.

"I can't stay now, any later and I'll be fired then broke then I'll have to sell myself and deal crack to live. No one wants that!"

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"I...um--" Peter wasn't assuming anything. He was just imagining that they'd meet up for a game or to go out. Peter did like having the other Peter as a friend. They could pretend that this never happened.

He could live with that. It'd be easier than having to feel guilty and alone when Peter left.

"I get off at ten. Second shift... If you want to meet here? Or--" Here seemed to be just fine. Carlisle rushed out of the apartment and Peter rolled over into the warm spot that smelled a little like chocolate and candy.

Peter found himself smiling.

Well. It had been nice no matter what.

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"Ten it is! See you then!"

And with that, he ran all the way to work... only to be laughed at the minute he entered, Arriving with a wrong buttoned shirt and undone fly was not the best way to start the day.

Fortunately, it mostly went smoothly. He brought coffee to make up for his lateness and they delved into profiling the man they were after.

After a brief stake out and running around to find some informant, they finally got the information they needed.

"This is brilliant, with any luck we'll find Derek Colins by tomorrow afternoon, you'll be home sooner than you thought."

... Ah fuck!

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For some reason, Peter kept expecting his friend...stalker...guy he make out with twice...to show up throughout his day. How he'd manage that while Peter was in pediatrics was a bit of a tossup. Maybe he'd come in with some stolen kid and--

Peter was grinning at the thought.

"So, tell us about this Scottish guy," Diane teased at lunch and after a lengthy battle of blushing and downplaying it, Peter finally cracked.

He had quite the crowd to listen to him gushing a bit.

It was hard to deny. He was smitten.

Rushing home after work, Peter took a shower, straightened up, and put on something to eat. Carlisle was a bottomless pit.

And he had no idea that he'd be going home any day now.

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Finishing up with his meeting, they confirmed tomorrow for the bust, exchanged info and sent two unlucky blokes to stake out the premises all night. Provided he didn't get a call, this could be his last night.

Course he might have to stay a day to fill in some forms to send the bastard back but he didn't have much longer here.

And that frankly sucked.

He was really starting to love Peter Petrelli's company. One of his best friends. Sure he missed Britain, Blythe, his office... but he didn't miss the mess he'd left back there.

No wonder his doctor prescribed him some many meds, something went wrong and he became a bit of a wreck. Overly panicked, emotional, sulky and he even spent the rest of the day glaring at his boss.

Knocking back a nice mouthful of whatever he had at hand, he took off to Peters, determined to forget it all.

Knocking tentatively on Peters door, he stood outside with a small smile. Some lovely old lady let him in and it would be a nice surprise anyway.

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It was a nice surprise. Peter was fresh faced, newly shaved, and smelled like strawberry shampoo. There were cinnamon rolls in the oven, the sort that you pop out of a tin and shove onto a backing tray, already made. They were nearly done, smelling fresh and absolutely delicious as Peter let in the other man.

"Hey," he said, biting his lower lip as he always seemed to when Carlisle was close.

He had on a collared black shirt and some jeans, nothing amazing, but he could stay in like this, go out like this.

"How'd work go? Are you selling yourself yet?"

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Peter didn't really do much for the occasion. Still unshaved, still in the same clothes, though he did have a mint flavoured lolly. He did have a tux with him but that would mean going all the way to his motel and wasting time.

He didn't answer the question, he just pulled Peter into a kiss and across the room they went, Carlisle tried to move them along while kissing but also not accidentally crashing into anything.

Breaking the kiss, he panted an eyed the bedroom with a small frown.

"So ... Do you have condoms? Or lube? We need that stuff right?"

There were no pauses, Carlisles coat was tossed on the floor and he was already tugging off his shoes.

So much for just friends.

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Peter was swept up into it right until the man decided to talk. "What?" he asked, putting a hand to his shoulder before pushing him back with a frown. "Wait. No. I don't--" The logistics of this were a little overwhelming. Didn't they have to talk this over or something?

Have a heart to heart and figure it all out? What went where, who did what?

Oh, probably not, not really. Sex usually just progressed, right? It came naturally and people did what they had to do over the course of events. It was mapped out in their human genome!

Even so, Peter was nervous and that didn't bode well for Carlisle's plans.

"I've got pastries...and..."

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"Oooh pastries! We'll have those after," Peter dismissed, trying to tug the other mans shirt off. And off his own went, still unaware of the nervousness. He assumed this was a set thing. Having crazy wild sex!

First the first time anyway... so maybe less crazy.

Natalie was reluctant at first, for a different reason... so what exactly did he do to cheer he up? Well, he brought her coffee and playfully sung until he ripped off his jacket and jumper before tossing him onto the bed.

"Oooh come on, lets just -- you know."

And thus began to the humming as he swayed Peter playfully, his eyebrows raising suggestively, with a dorky smile, he sung playfully at Peter. "That old dog has chained you up alright, give you everything you need to live inside a twisted cage, sleep beside an empty rage," There was a slightly dramatic pause and some elaborate hand gestures before he span Peter around... and into the bed, knocking him down. Throwing his head back, he laughed slightly before diving on after him. "I had a dream, I was your hero!"

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"Really?" Peter asked, not trying to confirm anything that the other Peter said, just because he found it to be hilarious. "Really, you're going to sing to--woah!"

Back onto the bed he fell and he crawled up backwards towards his pillows until Carlisle literally pounced on him. They were shirtless, Peter was breathing hard...and damn it. Damn it, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around the other man's neck.

He was just about to kiss him before he sang again.

Dreams. Heroes.

Peter flushed, gently pressing his lips to the underside of Carlisle's chin. He never had been the sort of guy for this sort of stuff, but he couldn't help himself, petal pink lips parting and warm.

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"Damn, I wish I was your lover, I'll rock you till the daylight comes, make sure you are smilin' and warm I am everything, tonight I'll be your lover," Bouncing the bed up and down playfully, he undressed himself fully, hardly missing a beat. So yea, he was singing to a man he barely knew while they got ready to have sex.

He thought Peter already knew he was odd? Plus, it always charmed the person. So why not?

"I'll do such things to ease your pain, free your mind and you won't feel ashamed, oh, oh," he threw his head back again, getting oddly into the whole thing as he leaned over Peter to check his draw. Side draws, blokes always kept condoms there. "Open up on the inside, gonna fill you up, gonna make you cry"

... He forgot how explicit the lyrics should be.

Perhaps now was a good time to stop singing and focus on the task at hand.

"Sorry... got a little into it."

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Peter was simply watching him, fingers pressed nice and neat against the side of his shoulder. He was clinging, holding on for dear life, but there was mirth in his eyes too. Leave it to someone like Carlisle to make him want to do this-- "Don't be sorry."

The singing, the song, Peter had turned to putty in the span of a few minute. Oh yes, yes, Peter Carlisle had a system. He was quite the suave, smooth talker. Singing. Whatever.

Peter's fingers slipped into Carlisle's hair and he leaned in to kiss him again, this time a little more roughly, thumbs gently stroking the tips of his ears.

"I've baby oil in the medicine cabinet," he said. 'Will that work?"

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"No idea, lets see," Peter remarked, rushing along into the bathroom and raiding the medical cabinet. He came leaping back into the bedroom, diving onto the bed with the oil and condoms. Just to be professional.

Oh yes, and he was still humming that damn song.

Pausing, he looked between them both before raising his eyebrows. Ok... how did he go about this then? He'd never had sex with a bloke before.

"So... umm... am I sticking it in you or visa versa. Cause either way, this is about to get very weird."

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Oh, he had a choice? He just assumed Carlisle would insist on being top dog...or whatever the terminology was. If Peter got to pick, well, he knew where he was going with it. He tore the condom out of Carlisle's hand and peered up at him with big, soulful eyes before pouncing on him in turn and wiggling over him until he managed to push him down on the mattress.

Peter's mouth went to Carlisle's long, impressive neck. He didn't mind the stubble, he found, teeth grazing over it as he slipped one of his hands into his hair and used the other to tear into the condom.

He was skilled enough to get it on with one hand before experimentally brushing his fingers across the other man's obvious erection. He was just looking for a reaction. Of course, having jerked off for years, he was really very good at it.

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Ah-ha, ok then, this wasn't exactly going how he pictured this. He assumed Peter would just explain to him how to rock his world. He wasn't exactly totally well informed as to how this was all done. He assumed you just slicked up and shoved yourself in right?

Neither sounded better than the other, it wasn't as simple as a women. He assumed there was like a manlier position out of the two but really, neither seemed all that manlier!

Besides, he never really topped with his wives... or bottomed. He more just rolled about in a fit of passion. When the passion left, it was usually the end.

Biting his lower lip, he arched towards the touch and made a small noise. "Christ. Thats-- Thats good."

Men knew what men liked, this might actually be kind of brilliant!

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Right, good. He knew exactly what he was doing when it came to this. Being a palm jocky since he was twelve gave him some pretty good insights into pressure and placement. Of course, being an empath helped as well. There was a heightened pleasure in this for Peter, and he became more bold and better at it as the moments passed.

He had sharp teeth, the sort that left mappable marks across Carlisle's skin from jaw to shoulder. Peter was a passionate lover, real and masculine. There were no feathery touches. Everything was real and certain. Best of all, any of the fear that Peter might have felt was absolutely gone.

Having done proctology exams before, he was actually very skilled at this particular practice...he was just use to using gloves. An eager tongue lapped at Carlisle's chest as his fingers slipped inside.