It's Not A Date...But It Is

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"It's Not A Date...But It Is"
Who: Hesam & Peter


It hadn't been Peter's intention to show off.  He didn't think along those terms, despite being an exceptionally attractive young man who often drew errant glances from more than just the opposite sex.  When he pulled off his shirt in the locker room, he wasn't trying to recreate the poses of fashion models.  Purposefully.  It was just hard not to hold himself with confidence.  He still thought of himself as a hero after all.

Peter didn't notice if Hesam was staring or not.  He was too excited about their 'actual' date which might not even be one.  At least it made him smile.  Peter was not exactly known for smiling lately.  Or for taking time out of his busy New York City patrol schedule to do something human.  Like eat.

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Peter just laughed. "You need to think bigger!"

After outlining the use of time machines and crime fighting robots not unlike Robocop, he turned more fully towards Hesam and tilted his head cutely to the side.

"I would probably find a way to make the ambulance fly. That would make us the best team out there. Can you imagine?". Evidently Peter could. He was grinning like an idiot.

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"All I can imagine right now is how much spare time you must have to think up crazy crap like that, Petrelli," he mused, shaking his head. Honestly, part of Peter's charm was his childlike manner but sometimes Hesam really did have to wonder what went on in the other's brain.

He'd imagine that stepping into Peter's mind would be like looking at a kaleidoscope.

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Hesam really had no idea and that was most likely for the best!

At his building, Peter paid for the cab and they headed up the really God awful elevator again to his apartment. Peter tried not to let it become awkward... Even as he got Hesam a beer. It was like last night's repeat.

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He had a better attitude about it all this time. He accepted the beer, then made himself comfortable on the couch, digging for a remote and switching onto the news. Making sure to lower the volume, he looked over at Peter.

"How long you been here, in this area? They got any plans of renovating that old pizza place? Looks like new owners. Hope they open up a 24 hour delivery. Would make the late shifts easier."

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"Moved in here half way through nursing school. Don't get my wrong, I love my parents, but my mom's a nitpicker. And Nathan was making fun of me for being twenty-two and still at home so..." Peter shrugged and joined Hesam on the couch with two beers.

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"You moved out by yourself? No girlfriend or roomate?"

He'd never really tried to get to know Peter before. He had to admit, he was curious.

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Propping his feet up on the coffee table, Peter shook his head. "Never really had a lot of friends. School friends and stuff, but nah, no roommates." He never even went away to college.

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"Huh. Really? I always put you down as the social type. You're a good people person, dude. That's why I drive," he mused, glancing at Peter.

"I don't get you sometimes. You're the easiest person to get along with, you empathize with people immediately. Yet you avoid trying to come out with me and the guys. Do you ever kick back? Ignoring right now of course. Which I'm surprised you even agreed to."

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"I'm surprised I agreed too," Peter said. It had been a good -- and awful -- two days. Being able to calm down and live for himself was pretty fucking remarkable, if he said so himself. He curled his arms around one knee, setting the beer aside. "I guess I'm all right with people, but getting too close...tends to work out badly."

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"For who? You or them?" he asked, glancing over. This was a side of Peter he didn't normally see. He couldn't help himself from wanting to know more. For caring.

"You some kind of bad luck charm?"

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Peter forced himself not to look as sad as he felt. He'd stop being so damned naive about the world, and though he still had a hero complex, it never worked out quite right.

So, he tried grinning instead. "Yeah dude. Real bad. Sorry!"

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Before he thought better of it, he started to talk. "You know. I always figured you were a good luck charm. Whenever you and I work together, the day is never as bad as when I'm partnered with the others. I've been doing this longer than you but the only time I've done high numbers of saves, is when you're with me."

He shrugged, then took a sip of beer.

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Oh Hesam, you've no idea what that means to Peter! Or maybe he did, with the way Peter's eyes shined so brightly. He looked down after a moment, running his fingers through a short fringe of black at his ears. "Maybe I'm only good luck to you then?"

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With a laugh, he shrugged. "Maybe," he agreed. "Or we're a better team. I don't know. But it's true. You have a way of making impossible things possible, man. I appreciate it."

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Peter wasn't good at this. He might empathize with people, but his ability to construction relationships were always pretty meager at best. The last two people he was with died. Well, he didn't really know about Caitlyn. He just could not get back to her.

Scooting closer to Hesam, Peter tilted his head in such a way to make it obvious he was going in for a kiss. Not the best ploy really, but Hesam made his stomach flip flop like everyone else he had ever crushed hard on.

Peter never did look to the past these days and heed their warnings.

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It took him a while to catch on to what Peter was doing. A long pause with a few confused blinks before the realization that Peter was going to kiss him crashed down.

He debated over it, weighing up pros and cons. He didn't want this to happen again, going from co-workers to something involving mouths and kissing seemed like a bad idea. But it was in the way Peter was looking at him that made him decide to go with it. He leaned in too and met Peter for the kiss, free hand coming up to rest at Peter's shoulder.

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Peter was the master of awkward, either because of his brother's insistence on ruining his life with little gems of lies, or because he himself happened to put himself in the way of really pretty bad situations, Peter almost needed to make his own life difficult.

Either way, he was a damn good kisser, soft when he wanted to be, yielding to make Hesam more comfortable. He didn't slop around with too much tongue, and perhaps involved a bit more teeth than really needed, but it was good just the same.

And Peter gave the impression that if he had a tail, it would be thumping happily on the couch now.

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Well it was good to know Peter knew what he was doing. Turned out it didn't matter if the other was drunk or sober, he still had a talented mouth.

He slid his hand up from Peter's shoulder to his neck, continuing up until he could cup the back of Peter's head. Tilting his head, he tried for a new angle, eyes closed and feeling Peter out through their kisses.

Weird. Definitely weird. But if he didn't stop and think about it, he wouldn't freak out over the fact he was kissing a fellow dude.

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Yes, a fellow dude. One that smelled faintly like strawberry shampoo because it was the cheapest to get at the drug store. It gave Peter a tiny bit of an edge here, if Hesam was fretting over kissing a man.

Peter moved on hand to Hesam's chest to his ear, fingers curling in a bit of hair there as he moved up closer to the other man. It was pretty damned remarkable, how much he could love to do this.

It really was the most normal thing he'd managed in the past few months.

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The kissing went slower than last time and Hesam was a little thankful for that. At the same time, it was giving him plenty of chances to over think, to worry, to let thoughts start invading the moment.

He kissed Peter a little harder once he'd felt Peter touching him more. His skin felt heated, the sounds of their mouths loud to his ears. But he supposed he didn't mind. Couldn't mind really. If there was someone he could turn gay for, it probably should be Peter Petrelli.

With a soft noise he pulled away, nose bumping against Peter's as he tried to catch his breath.

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Peter's lips were bright red when Hesam pulled back and he made a sort of lunge to reattach himself before closing his eyes and simply resting his forehead against the other man's. He gently threaded his fingers through the thicker strands at the back of Hesam's neck.

He wanted another kiss. It stilled his need to go out on the town and save the world. Peter leaned upwards, tongue swiping across Hesam's lower lip before--

BRRRRIIIING!

Damn it!

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He couldn't stop the smile when he felt Peter's fingers in his hair. Yeah, that was nice. The next thing that was very nice was the continued kissing, the tongue across his lip and suddenly ringing. Well the ringing wasn't included.

"The hell, man?" he said, at a loss of how else to adequately express his disappointment in the interruption.

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Phone in hand, Peter leaned against the wall in the hallway and rubbed his eyes in annoyance. "No, no Nathan, this is a really bad ti... Yeah, great. No that's not sarc... Yeah, all right, maybe a little-- Jesus, Nathan, no-- I'm hanging up now!"

Not only hang up, evidently. Peter threw his cell across the corridor and against the wall before he dragged himself back to Hesam and dropped down next to him.

"Sorry."

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"S'alright," he mused, glad he'd been granted some cooling off time. "Was it important?"

It might have been work. Though he'd heard the clank of the phone as it had been thrown. Must've been a bad call.

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Peter shook his head and slipped down against the pillowed cushion of the otherwise pretty cheap couch. "Nah, just my brother," he muttered, frowning as he propped himself bonelessly against the chair. Really, Nathan ruined everything.