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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"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.

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He laughed, then rubbed a hand over his face. Jeez. Nathan Petrelli.

"So, uh. You want a beer?"

Because really, offering to 'pick up where they left off' just seemed a bit weird now that the moment was over. He was grasping at straws. Kind of like his life.

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Peter shook his hand and grabbed Hesam, tugging him down against him. The moment wasn't over, not as far as he was concerned! "Not really," he murmured, nose bumping against Hesam's jaw. "You?" How Hesam was going to get up with Peter's arms around him was another matter entirely.

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So he had to admit Peter surprised him. Normally he'd complain at someone being unpredictable and messing with his expectations but when he had Peter under him like that, any thought of complaining fled.

"No, I'm fine," he replied, voice going soft. Besides, any attempt to move seemed like a bad idea when Peter was holding him. Also, wow, okay, their hips are pressed together nicely at this angle. Peter smelt kinda nice. Felt nice too.

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"Good," the smaller of the two murmured, continuing to nuzzle his partner like a foal, forehead and nose against his jaw and cheek. Peter did not allow himself this close to anyone, not since--

Well why bother thinking about things that couldn't be changed? He was bad news but Hesam was safe. Hesam was going to be just fine, he was sure of it.

Peter's smaller frame moved sensually beneath Hesam as he kissed him, his entire body in on the deal. Oh yeah. Peter Petrelli was quite the sexy squirmer!

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Hesam was pretty safe. Well, unless they were talking sexually transmitted diseases then he wasn't sure he was safe because hey, sometimes these things happen without a condom on hand. Or in pocket. Or wallet. Whatever.

If they were already making out on a couch like teenagers, he didn't see why they couldn't hump on it too. Who would know?

He breathed out Peter's name, perhaps a little more adoring than he'd meant to. These things never sound as good out loud as they do mentally. But no matter, Hesam had a goal of kissing Peter in mind so he pressed their mouths together and ground his hips slowly against the other.

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Losing himself in a task, for whatever reason, was not something Peter had indulged in for awhile. When he had been a teenager, Peter was too busy with comic books and an overbearing, overprotective mother and a brother that shadowed over him to live up to.

He hadn't had time for girlfriends until he had left him and then, well his charm had gotten him a bit further than humping.

That wasn't to say that this, right here, was pretty damned awesome! Cause it totally was. The friction was great. Honestly. Peter mumbled something against Hesam's lips that probably was a compliment or a reiteration of how amazing he felt.

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Everything felt good. A little too good.

But he wasn't going to complain about it. Oh hell no. In fact, he was just going to slide his hand under Peter's shirt and hoped he wouldn't mind. Especially when that hand decided to go higher, fingers brushing over a nipple before teasing it with his thumb.

He wanted to do more. Of course, doing more would imply wanting to get naked with Peter and that sort of scared the hell out of him. But Peter was someone he could trust. Well, he hoped so.

Another roll of his hips and then he started to fumble with Peter's pants.

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Right, so, Peter missed the memo on when this his had from kissing to full on making out to...well. What was Hesam doing? "I don't have tits," he murmured, though it was probably lost on the other man with the way Peter's mouth was pressed to his. He hand followed suit, pale fingers eking up over dark, caramel colored abs.

The sudden pressure -- or lack of pressure -- of his jeans being opened caused just a bit of alarm. He looked up questioningly at Hesam. Things had gotten dicey last time.

"Are you for real?" An honest question, surely!

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The first comment made him flush. He didn't know what to do! He'd never been with a guy before, never watched gay porn. He'd just been hoping that what worked for girls, worked for Peter too.

Moving past that only to be hit with another roadblock as Peter stopped him, he pulled back and watched Peter.

"You... want me to stop?"

He'd thought that was the point. Kissing. Humping. Getting off? His heart kicked up a few notches, embarrassment and the following nausea settling on him. Peter didn't want this. Right. Stupid.

"Sorry," he said, dropping his gaze and starting to move off the other.

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Peter moved too quickly. He needed to regulate himself, but emotions were high and he was distracted. One moment he was on the couch. The next he was sitting in Hesam's lap, fly open, straddling him, hands in his hair.

He pressed his forehead to the other man's, moving in close, lean muscle and soft skin begging to be touched again.

"I just need to know if you'll back out," Peter insisted through scarlet lips. "Because... Because I want it. I want this. Don't be weird."

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