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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Hesam let out a huff when he suddenly had a lapful of Peter Petrelli. The guy moved surprisingly fast.

At the question, he paused, still rolling from the earlier embarassment. "I don't know if I'll back out," he said honestly. There were still a lot of things about this that worried him. Mostly the gay part.

"And I'm going to be weird about it because it's weird."

Peter was so familiar to him. Well, in a way where spending almost every day together stuck in an ambulance became familiar. The Peter persona outside of work was still a mystery to him.

"I want it," he said, almost as if making a decision. He'd already made the choice, this was just him verbalizing it he supposed. Maybe that's all Peter had needed.

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Perfect. That's all Peter wanted. He grabbed Hesam's collar and backed off of him, dragging his partner and sort of friend into his bedroom.

Time number two. In as many days.

This time, Peter pulled his shirt off, over his head, and then moved to do the same to Hesam. He wouldn't argue the logistics of it. Hesam was having more trouble with that aspect than Peter was. Whatever the other man wanted, attention starved Peter would soak up happily!

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With Peter's help they got his shirt off. Probably something that didn't need two men to do but team effort was appreciated when he was starting to panic over how all this was going to work.

Peter already had his fly undone so Hesam moved closer and helped to push his pants down over thighs and knees.

Right. Next step. His own pants.

His hands fumbled at the button and fly, face screwed up in concentration. Something like this shouldn't be so difficult. He was never like this around girls.

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Prancing around in one's underwear at his age was probably a faux pas, but Peter was a bit too needy at the moment to notice. Hesam had stripped him, somehow, of more than just his clothes. For two nights in a row now, he had not felt the need to go out and play the hero.

There was something a bit scary about that!

Much scarier than having Hesam's darker skin come into contact with his own pale flesh. Peter looked at his fingers as they splayed on Hesam's bicep.

He was damned good looking.

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Shit was starting to feel pretty real. Hesam decided the best next step was to distract himself by kissing Peter again. Preferably for as long as possible. Well, as long as needed for him to start being okay with what they would be doing.

Not that he really knew what they'd be doing.

Crap.

Hesam kissed up Peter's jawline, to his ear, hesitating only briefly before he sucked on the other's earlobe. His teeth tugged the lobe gently while his hands wandered.

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Like in music videos with writhing, anemic, drugged up pop stars, Peter arched upwards like a kitten seeking to be touched and let parted, moist lips part to enjoy another kiss before Hesam's mouth moved elsewhere.

That was good too, the puffing breath slipping out heavily. Peter wriggled around, fish on a hook, as his fingers sought a way to bring more flesh to flesh.

He didn't have the sort of issues Hesam was currently having. He didn't overthink, a blessing and a curse, but he did overfeel. And right now that was making him hornier than a high schooler.

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If he'd gotten this far, he supposed being too worried about what would come next would be stupid. Not that it really stopped him - there was a healthy dose of 'what the fuck am I doing' that had made itself comfortable in the back of his mind.

There was definitely a disconnect between his mind and body, since as much as he was freaking out internally, his body was having no problems. In fact, after his hand had sought out Peter's cock and wrapped around the length confidently, he was starting to suspect his body was running on autopilot.

His mouth certainly was, whispering all sorts of ridiculous and cheesy sounding things into Peter's ear. He'd be lucky if Peter was actually turned on by any of it.