Food Dye--A Petlar Fic
I've gone back and edited all the pervious entires in the Settled World Verse. Now all the entries in that verse are tagged. A little later I'm going to create a master fic list for you guys.
Summary: Peter relives a treasured childhood memory and Gabriel sees to it that it stays precious.
Food Dye
3rd Person POV
As a child, Peter had conducted his fair share of practical jokes. Nothining harmful, nothing that would make someone cry, and almost all of them involved Nathan. It was still painful to reminise about those memories, but Peter was making an effort to move on. So the previous night had been spent with Gabriel, hunched over Chinese take-out and beer, all to the soundtrack of Peter's childhood.
The watchmaker had been a good sport about it all. He smiled and 'hmed' at the appropriate places and tried his hardest to keep the look of absolute guilt off of his face. Peter had worked his way through tails of Nathan teaching him self defense all the way down to Nathan yelling at him for breaking a vase. When Peter's chopsticks were scraping the bottom of an empty container the nurse had started crying quietly over a prank he had pulled on Nathan just before his first date with Heidi.
Peter had looked Gabriel straight in the face and rambled on about how he'd poured green dye in Nathan's hand lotion the night before the date. "I wanted him to be a gentleman to her, ya know? I liked her a lot and I was worried he'd do something stupid."
So Peter had pured dye in the lotion in hopes that Nathan would 'rub one out' before his date. Apperantly he had and shortly after he'd given Peter an earful.
"He yelled at me soooo much. He screamed until it was time to go get Heidi. Then he gave me a big hug, picked me up off the floor. I was so damn short...he told me 'thank you'. Nathan...Nathan thanked me."
After that admission Peter had crumpled in on himself, shaking quietly with tears running down his face. Gabriel had watched in awe as a few stray dropped splashed onto his rice container and rolled like little beads down to the table. That night Gabriel had carried Peter to bed and was torn between the desperate urge to hug and comfort and the desire to give Peter the space he needed. But it was Peter that reached for him, like a needy child, in the night and Gabriel fell asleep with the nurse tucked carefully into his arms.
Now Gabriel was sitting awake, his body turned on the matress to watch Peter sleep.
He looks so peaceful.
Wake him up.
No, Sylar he needs his sleep.
We went to bed at nine, just wake him up.
That wouldn't be very nice.
Then wake him up nice.
Gabriel's face brightened and a smile tugged at his lips at Sylar's suggestion. He eased himself off the bed as gently as possible, still not wanting to wake Peter. With a spring in his step Gabriel hurried to the kitchen and began riffling through the cabniets, looking for food dye. When he found it he turned the small drop bottle over in his hands smiling.
You're not...are you?
I am, kind of.
I'm so proud of you Gabriel. Just...just give me a minute.
The statement had been bogged down by fake crying and Gabriel huffed angrily.
"If I could hit you..."
In response Sylar made his fake sobs louder before they tappered off into a laugh. Gabriel tried his best to ignore Sylar as he pulled out his cleaning gloves and snapped them on. He tip toed quetly back to the bedroom, straining his ears to listen in on Peter's heartbeat and breathing.
Good, still asleep.
Gabriel cautiously edged his way to the end table and unscrewed the cap of a lotion bottle. He smiled appreciativly when he noticed it was almost empty.
No need for waste.
He emptied the green food dye into the lotion bottle and used a small thread of telekenesis to stir the contents together. Once he was satisfied that everything had mixed properly he sat the bottle back on the table and tried to ease Peter onto his back. He received a few sleepy grumbles but the nurse remained asleep through the move.
Gabriel sucked in a breath and held it as he pinched the sides of Peter's sleep pants and edged them down. He stopped pulling when they were at mid-thigh. Gabriel briefly debated pulling down the boxers as well but decided against it. He didn't want to risk Peter waking up too soon. He breathed out slowly as he gently pulled Peter from his boxers. The nurse had just started to take on a swell of appreciation and Gabriel bit his lip to contain a giggle.
Gabriel poured some of the dyed lotion onto his hand and started stroking Peter's erection slowly. He was hoping he could rub a decent amount of dye into the skin before Peter woke up. Gabriel bit his lip in concentration as he worked the flesh in his hands. He'd never touched Peter this way and it made him nervous. He barely touched himself this way and the thought of hurting Peter or ruining the surprise upset him.
You're doing fine Gabriel. If you really want to dye his skin, get a little more lotion. Yeah...now squeeze a little harder. When you're ready for him to wake up start twisting your grip near the head. And press your thumb into his slit, he likes that.
Gabriel nodded and did his best to follow the instructions. By now Peter was squirming and keening in his sleep. The watchmaker watched in awe as a soft blush began to creep along Peter's cheeks and down his neck. Gabriel licked his lips and started twisting his wrist like Sylar had told him to. That drew a feminine whine from Peter and caused his toes to curl. Gabriel did it again, encouraged by the response.
He brought his focus back to Peter's erection, now an unusual shade of green. Gabriel tried and failed to hold back a laugh at the color contrast. The dark red of Peter's blood was barely visible from underneath the dreen dye. The laugh is what finally pulls Peter from his sleep.
He comes to with a breathy gasp, his mouth falling open, hooked down at one side.
"G-Gabriel?"
The watchmaker nodded bashfully and keeps his blushy face down, focusing on his task. He hears Peter groan happily and turn his head to the side. Gabriel bit his lips and slipped on hand inbetween his legs to cup himself over his sleep pants. He pressed his thighs together tightly and rocked gently in sync with Peter. His breathing began to pick up and he started loosing focus.
Gabriel, keep it up.
Gabriel nodded to himself and pressed a finger to Peter's slit, applying pressure before running his finger in a circular motion over the head.
Here it comes.
Gabriel made a 'ugh' noise and ran his hand down Peter's erection and pressed it flat against the nurse's belly. Peter moaned and clutched desperatly at the sheets as he came. Ribbons of come shot out and striped his tee-shirt. He contined rocking his hips up, enjoying the gentle pressure of Gabriel's hand pressing into him.
"Hmmmmm...g'mornin'."
"Good morning Peter."
Gabriel pulled his hands up and striped off the gloves and threw them onto the endtable. He clamped his thighs tighter and rubbed then against eachother. He tried to keep his rocking hips in sync with Peter's breathing, which was just beginning to even out. Gabriel rolled his lips inward over his teeth and let his head fall back.
It was Peter's turn to watch in awe as a blush spread along Gabriel's cheeks. He moved his gaze down, focusing on Gabriel's rocking hips. He licked his lips and smiled mischeviously before reaching out and working his hand inbetween Gabriel's thighs. One press and wiggle of the fingers is all it takes for Gabriel to let out a shaking breath and come. His thighs slide apart and his hips buck franticly into Peter's questing hand. The watchmaker flops back onto the bed next to Peter, trying his hardest to enjoy the afterglow and ignore the dampness spreading though his pants.
Peter gave a quick pat to Gabriel's groin and then nuzzled his nose into Gabriel's neck.
You'll have to be bashful in the hospital bathroom today.
"Hm?"
Peter inhaled deeply, still enjoying his own afterglow. When he exhaled, the breath tickling Gabriel's neck, he realised what Gabriel had meant. He struggled to prop himself up and looked down at his groin in shock.
"It's green!"
It's ours.
Peter covered his face with his hands and laughed.
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Okay, so I took out the part where Nathan explained to Heidi why his hands were green because it sounded tacked on. Bascially he tells her he was helping his mom bake some stuff and he put his hand in the dye by accident.
This fic is suppose to take place early on in the Peter/Gabriel/Sylar relationship. The relationship origin story is a doosey, it's going to have parts and I'm still working on it.