Hanging Out With Jack - Peter/Nathan and Simone
Character: Peter, Simone, thoughts of Nathan
Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 600
Rating: PG
Prompts:
022. The dance among thorns- 100_fairytales 59/100
Alan Swann: If I was drunk, could I do this? . - scifi_muses vol3.week33
Notes: Takes place after Nathan and Peter have their first kiss. Based on this RP over on heroesreduxrpg. not_a_billain is used with great affection, then gentle washed, folded and given back to his mun with cookies.
He kicked me out. Sent me backing, closed the door quick enough to catch my ass on the way out, and it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken the job on the campaign. I should have found myself something else. Someone someplace might not have seen Nathan’s press conference when he told the world I tried to kill myself.
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes as the subway jostled along. I was so pissed off at Nathan that I couldn’t focus. He took my job away. Then he gave me a crumb, and I was so happy for it. And then I reached new levels of dumb when I gave into the weird attraction I was feeling for him. It was stupid. I was insane, and it was wrong. I shouldn’t have touched him. Shouldn’t have kissed him, but god damn it. He kissed me back.
“Oh god.” I slammed the back of my head against the window hard enough that it rattled in the frame, and the old lady across the way looked up at me. I lowered my eyes and started fidgeting with my watch. Thankfully I wasn’t crying although that’s what I wanted to do more than anything.
When we got to my stop, I shoved my way through the crowd. I didn’t care who I bumped into. The only person I was careful around was the old lady. Last thing Nathan’s press needed was a headline of - Peter Petrelli Knocks Old Woman onto Third Rail - could be worse though. It could say - Peter and Nathan Petrelli Swap Spit.
I didn’t go home. I headed to the nearest bar. I started with a double shot of Jack Daniels. I didn’t stop until I’d asked for the bottle and finished that too. My stomach hurt. I could barely walk upright as I wobbled along to the door. It was raining again, and I nearly ended up in the gutter when I felt a hand clamp over my arm.
“Peter.”
“Simone?” I looked up into her pretty eyes, and she brushed my hair out of mine. “I need to go home.”
“I’ll take you. Then you can tell me why you’re so drunk.” She’s worried about me. I can feel it. “How much did you drink?”
“I don’t know.” The lie’s easy even in my mental state. Loose lips sink ships, so drunk off my ass I’m still careful about what I say. Simone won’t find out why I’m drunk either. “I had a few. Good thing I don’t live far, huh?”
Simone got me up the stairs, and propped me against the wall while she unlocked my door. The room was spinning as she dragged me inside and pushed me towards the bathroom. “Get cleaned up, Peter. I’ll make you some coffee.”
“I don’t want any coffee, Simone,” I told her, looking back from the bathroom door as I pulled my tie loose. “I just want you.”
“Peter, I can’t.” She left the coffee pot on the counter and came over to help me get my jacket off. She had to unbutton my cuffs, so I could get out of my shirt because I was so tangled in it that it looked like a straight jacket. “Isaac.”
“Isaac’s not good enough for you.” My arms ended up around her shoulders, and I pulled her against me, covering her mouth with a kiss. “I am.” I almost told her that I loved her, but I didn’t want to lie to her again. I’m in love with Nathan, and there’s no way I can tell her that is there? “Stay with me.”
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Genre: Slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 600
Rating: PG
Prompts:
022. The dance among thorns- 100_fairytales 59/100
Alan Swann: If I was drunk, could I do this? . - scifi_muses vol3.week33
Notes: Takes place after Nathan and Peter have their first kiss. Based on this RP over on heroesreduxrpg. not_a_billain is used with great affection, then gentle washed, folded and given back to his mun with cookies.
He kicked me out. Sent me backing, closed the door quick enough to catch my ass on the way out, and it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken the job on the campaign. I should have found myself something else. Someone someplace might not have seen Nathan’s press conference when he told the world I tried to kill myself.
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes as the subway jostled along. I was so pissed off at Nathan that I couldn’t focus. He took my job away. Then he gave me a crumb, and I was so happy for it. And then I reached new levels of dumb when I gave into the weird attraction I was feeling for him. It was stupid. I was insane, and it was wrong. I shouldn’t have touched him. Shouldn’t have kissed him, but god damn it. He kissed me back.
“Oh god.” I slammed the back of my head against the window hard enough that it rattled in the frame, and the old lady across the way looked up at me. I lowered my eyes and started fidgeting with my watch. Thankfully I wasn’t crying although that’s what I wanted to do more than anything.
When we got to my stop, I shoved my way through the crowd. I didn’t care who I bumped into. The only person I was careful around was the old lady. Last thing Nathan’s press needed was a headline of - Peter Petrelli Knocks Old Woman onto Third Rail - could be worse though. It could say - Peter and Nathan Petrelli Swap Spit.
I didn’t go home. I headed to the nearest bar. I started with a double shot of Jack Daniels. I didn’t stop until I’d asked for the bottle and finished that too. My stomach hurt. I could barely walk upright as I wobbled along to the door. It was raining again, and I nearly ended up in the gutter when I felt a hand clamp over my arm.
“Peter.”
“Simone?” I looked up into her pretty eyes, and she brushed my hair out of mine. “I need to go home.”
“I’ll take you. Then you can tell me why you’re so drunk.” She’s worried about me. I can feel it. “How much did you drink?”
“I don’t know.” The lie’s easy even in my mental state. Loose lips sink ships, so drunk off my ass I’m still careful about what I say. Simone won’t find out why I’m drunk either. “I had a few. Good thing I don’t live far, huh?”
Simone got me up the stairs, and propped me against the wall while she unlocked my door. The room was spinning as she dragged me inside and pushed me towards the bathroom. “Get cleaned up, Peter. I’ll make you some coffee.”
“I don’t want any coffee, Simone,” I told her, looking back from the bathroom door as I pulled my tie loose. “I just want you.”
“Peter, I can’t.” She left the coffee pot on the counter and came over to help me get my jacket off. She had to unbutton my cuffs, so I could get out of my shirt because I was so tangled in it that it looked like a straight jacket. “Isaac.”
“Isaac’s not good enough for you.” My arms ended up around her shoulders, and I pulled her against me, covering her mouth with a kiss. “I am.” I almost told her that I loved her, but I didn’t want to lie to her again. I’m in love with Nathan, and there’s no way I can tell her that is there? “Stay with me.”
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