Just a Shallow Cut - Pg-13
Title: Just a Shallow Cut
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 45 for theyreitalian
Words: 371
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks. Just for fun.
“What are you rambling about?” Nathan muttered distractedly as he searched for a paper clip in his desk drawer while Peter hovered over him, babbling about dreams or something not quite as important as the latest polls.
“I’m telling you, its really freaky,” Peter continued, letting the strap to his messenger bag slide off his shoulder, setting it down as he closed the door to Nathan’s office. “It was so real. Usually in my dreams, I can see myself. This was like, first person. I could see the city as I flew over it.”
“Yeah, that’s real cool Pete. Could ya hand me that file?” Peter frowned at Nathan’s disinterest in his reoccurring dreams and grabbed the file folder off the edge of his desk, thrusting it against Nathan’s chest.
“Ow, shit!” Peter swore, tearing his hand away from the folder to survey the deep gash the edge folder had left across his forefinger.
“What?” Nathan asked as he stood up, setting the file down in his chair.
“Nothing, paper cut,” Peter murmured, still perturbed at Nathan’s lack of interest in something that was obviously important to him.
“Let me see,” Nathan demanded, grabbing hold of Peter’s hand to observe the damage. It had been like this ever since Peter had been born; Nathan was his big brother, he looked after him. It hadn’t changed as Peter grew older, grew out of needing Nathan’s help and protection whenever he got hurt or in trouble. Nathan was always there anyway; it was his job.
Drops of blood rolled down Peter’s finger when Nathan squeezed it and he gasped. Nathan didn’t hesitate before raising Peter’s finger to his lips and sucking into his mouth, licking away the coppery tang of blood on Peter’s skin.
“Nathan,” Peter gasped, bracing himself with one hand on Nathan’s shoulder as Nathan‘s tongue swirled around the tip of his finger, across the blunt tip of his nail. Finally he withdrew Peter’s finger from his lips and stared into Peter’s eyes, tinted dark with arousal, and captured Peter’s mouth, letting him taste the metallic flavor on his tongue. He swallowed down Peter‘s moan and pressed their hard bodies together, wondering when exactly his job had turned into something more.
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 45 for theyreitalian
Words: 371
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks. Just for fun.
“What are you rambling about?” Nathan muttered distractedly as he searched for a paper clip in his desk drawer while Peter hovered over him, babbling about dreams or something not quite as important as the latest polls.
“I’m telling you, its really freaky,” Peter continued, letting the strap to his messenger bag slide off his shoulder, setting it down as he closed the door to Nathan’s office. “It was so real. Usually in my dreams, I can see myself. This was like, first person. I could see the city as I flew over it.”
“Yeah, that’s real cool Pete. Could ya hand me that file?” Peter frowned at Nathan’s disinterest in his reoccurring dreams and grabbed the file folder off the edge of his desk, thrusting it against Nathan’s chest.
“Ow, shit!” Peter swore, tearing his hand away from the folder to survey the deep gash the edge folder had left across his forefinger.
“What?” Nathan asked as he stood up, setting the file down in his chair.
“Nothing, paper cut,” Peter murmured, still perturbed at Nathan’s lack of interest in something that was obviously important to him.
“Let me see,” Nathan demanded, grabbing hold of Peter’s hand to observe the damage. It had been like this ever since Peter had been born; Nathan was his big brother, he looked after him. It hadn’t changed as Peter grew older, grew out of needing Nathan’s help and protection whenever he got hurt or in trouble. Nathan was always there anyway; it was his job.
Drops of blood rolled down Peter’s finger when Nathan squeezed it and he gasped. Nathan didn’t hesitate before raising Peter’s finger to his lips and sucking into his mouth, licking away the coppery tang of blood on Peter’s skin.
“Nathan,” Peter gasped, bracing himself with one hand on Nathan’s shoulder as Nathan‘s tongue swirled around the tip of his finger, across the blunt tip of his nail. Finally he withdrew Peter’s finger from his lips and stared into Peter’s eyes, tinted dark with arousal, and captured Peter’s mouth, letting him taste the metallic flavor on his tongue. He swallowed down Peter‘s moan and pressed their hard bodies together, wondering when exactly his job had turned into something more.