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 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?

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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.