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 shocked to find himself on his back. He'd been moving so slow, a dance more than a fuck, but Carlisle seemed to like it a bit different. That was all right, Peter arched up into him, hands moving over his shoulders and his chest before he laid his hand over the other's on his heart and laced their fingers together sweetly.

It wasn't fair to want someone so much. It felt as if all of his blood was just draining out of him. He bit his lower lip, riding the current of pleasure, and before Carlisle could do any damage to himself with his crazy desire to play bouncy ball on the bed, Peter's eyes widened and his entire body shook.

The telltale signs of his lust rested in the condom and when it was done, he blinked up at Carlisle and searched his face for...well. Anything. Reassurance, mainly.

"Peter..." How odd...to call his own name.

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It took a bit longer to reach his peek, pushing himself down hard against Peter till he finally spilled over onto Peter's chest. Woops! He'd have to get the bloke a towel or something. Well, after he was over the shock of what just happened.

He was awkwardly throbbing, slightly blissed out and he was pretty sure he was either going to tumble onto Peter or the floor.

Smiling dizzily down at the other man, he dropped his forehead down against Peter and kissed him lazily.

"Hey," he whispered, carefully he removed himself off Peter and carefully rolled over, oddly thankful for the use of the condom. Either that or he'd be rather... repulsed right now.

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It didn't seem to bother Peter that he had gotten doused twice in one evening with a musky scent of another man. Making sure that the other Peter didn't just tumble onto the floor, he rolled over to his stomach -- after getting rid of something in a few tissues to be thrown out later -- and gazed down at him.

There was an odd moment of silent, where Peter simply stroked Carlisle's hair back from his forehead, before the younger man grinned at him and kissed the side of his lips.

"I'm going to smell like you for days," he murmured, fingertips resting on his chest. "Are you all right?"

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Peter nuzzled against the other Peters touch with a playful smile. He knew it would be rather uncomfortable when he had to get up tomorrow but he didn't get overly worried. Instead, he just curled up against Peter and put his arms around the younger man.

He tugged him closer and hugged the other man close, idly nodding his head.

"Oh aye, just fine. Better even," He had Peter, he had no idea how much longer he'd be here, another day, one more morning if he was lucky... it wasn't worth thinking about. He just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He just knew that he couldn't deal with it. Not yet.

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Peter was fond of closeness and he settled his face against the curve of the other man's neck, fingers curling idly around his shoulder. He'd miss Carlisle when he went, the sound of his voice in his ears.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked, probably too attached for his own good. He brother told him that he was worse than a little boy with a need to bring home every stray puppy.

He was the stray puppy himself.

Before Peter could answer, the smell of burning hit his nose and, naked and as lovely as he the day he was born, Peter jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. He'd left the pastries in the oven.

"Shit!"

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"Tomorrow? Nah, can't. Work all day I'm afraid. But I'll try and ring you, no doubt," he promised, yawning softly before pulling himself upright. He wasn't about to get to his feet, not willing too, but he did watch Peter rush along naked.

Laughing loudly, he beamed and tilted his head back. Oooh lord, that was the perfect distraction.

"Burn down your house, Peter?"

It was frankly pretty amusing after all, only Peter could burn the food! Now what would he eat?

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Peter didn't hear it. Not the 'work all day' bit. He'd worked all day too and still came here at night. He was too busy kneeling in his kitchen and frowning at the burnt pastries he'd tried to make. With a sigh, they went immediately into the sink to be run into the garbage later.

Oh, he was so disappointed.

Pouting lightly, and dragging his feet, Peter leaned in the doorway of his bedroom. He was still nude. He just didn't seem to have any qualms about it.

"No fires. No pastries either." Like a little lost dog, he crawled into bed with Peter again and snuggled back up like he'd never left.

It was better just to sleep.