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 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.