It's Not Suicide If It Doesn't Stick

[chimeramimicry]

"It's Not Suicide If It Doesn't Stick"
Who: Peter, Peter, Nathan
When: The younger Peter believes his older self is dead.


I didn't really know him.  Except I did.  He's me.  Or was me.  I can't help how losing him makes me feel.

Sylar's gone.  Smashed up.  Mohinder really came through there and together, we managed to get the other me out of the apartment and int othe back of his cab.  I don't really know where to take him except--  I give Mohinder my address and somehow we get him upstairs before anyone notices something weird and we have to play Weekend at Bernie's.

Not sure how I'd handle puppetting a dead me, honestly.

Mohinder leaves, scarred and confused and Peter's bleeding on my couch.  I think about calling Nathan, but I can't.  No one can ever know the way I'm going to eventually go.

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"No, I guess not," Peter answers, shifting in his seat and pushing other Peter backward a bit. "What's fair is fair, though." He pulls other Peter's hand down to wrap around his own erection, a soft gasp leaving his lips at the contact. It feels like he's touching himself but not all at the same time. It's the strangest, best kind of masturbation ever.

He'd never touched another man in his life before Nathan, and if he hadn't wanted it so badly he would have probably balked halfway through. Maybe it's different since he isn't Nathan. Who really cares anyway?

"So... you'd have no problem fucking me, then?" He laughs against Peter's mouth, kissing him still, as he waits for his words to sink in.

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"I think I'm pretty fuckable." Big words from little Peter. He's never done this before but how hard can it be? Well, the answer to that is pretty damned hard. He shimmies out of his jeans and attacks his twin's too, getting them down to Peter's knees. He's curious. He wants to see. He want to compare.

And not on his couch. With pizza so temptingly close. He gives Peter a little bit of a tug and then drags him to his feet by his cock.

He's got one condom in his wallet. And hand cream.

"C'mon or it's comin' off."

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All right, now Peter has to admit he's a just a little bit surprised. But only a little. This is what they like, anyway, isn't it? Quick and to the point. And he doesn't have to be told twice. He nearly trips over his underwear trying to kick them off and dash to the bedroom all at the same time.

"I'm going, I'm going! Give me that," Peter says, grabbing the hand cream from him. It's been a while since he's used this stuff for lube, but it always did the trick.

He pulls his younger self down into the bed with him, a thrill shooting through him when their bodies meet. Every movement they make is in perfect sync, as if they are truly one person.

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Using his teeth to pull open the wrapper of his condom, Peter really wastes no time. If he thinks, it's over and done with. Fucking yourself is suppose to be just a saying. Not reality. He kisses Peter softly again, rolling him onto his stomach as his older self works with the improved lubricant. There's a small scuffle, mostly for purchase and in only a few moments' time, Peter hits home, burying himself up to his balls in the other man.

He yelps. They both do in succession. It's hard to tell which sound comes from which man. The younger Peter doesn't pause for fit or for comfort. He's too wound up.

It really won't take much time at all. It's been too long. He wants this too badly. Grabbing Peter's hips, he pumps into him with a steady rhythm, grunting against the back of his neck.

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It's been way too long a time since Peter's been fucked quite like this, and it's nothing short of amazing. His younger self seems to know exactly what he's doing once he gets going, even if he was a bit impatient to start. He's always liked it to hurt a little, and it's not like he won't heal right away.

"You sure you've never done this before?" Peter gasps. "Because you're fucking great at it."

Clutching at the bedsheets, he braces himself, almost whining at how good it feels when Peter's hips slam against his ass, hitting that spot inside of him with incredible precision on every single thrust. One thing is for sure: Peter will never tell anyone to go fuck themselves again. Because it's incredible!

His next thought isn't one he really ought to be having right now, but it's so damn close to being with Nathan. As close as he'll probably ever get again. It figures, doesn't it?

He can tell his younger self isn't going to last much longer, but that's all right. He doesn't have to if he keeps on fucking him just like this. Peter grabs hold of himself and with a few expert strokes, three to be exact, he moans out a breathless curse, come spilling over his hand and onto the bedsheets. He's left breathing hard and barely able to hold himself up by the time the younger Peter gets there himself.

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Peter laughs, breathlessly, against his other self's shoulder. He ought to save the chit chat for later, to focus on the task at hand, but that's sort of the beauty of having sex with yourself. Who are you trying to impress?

"I'm great at it? Jesus, you clench your muscles perfectly, I just-- I just-- Ahh!" He's loud. It doesn't matter. This is his apartment. Maybe someone standing just outside can hear him come but otherwise, the whining yelp is just for the man beneath him.

Peter's still laughing even after he hits orgasm, laying against the other Peter's back. He makes a soft mewling noise and strokes his ribs. Peter's still young. He's quite viral. Give him a few minutes and he's ready to go again.

Quite literally. "Why'd we even bother with a condom?" he asks, pulling out to dispose of the used one. "We can't get sick!"

Over the course of the next forty-five minutes, they get themselves sticky and ruin the sheets and Peter crawls out to get the pizza so that they can finish their dinner. What's a little tomato sauce when they've shared semen?