Peter Petrelli (anexplodingman) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-04-11 18:11:00 |
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Rick was never sure what he was doing. He did a lot of things on impulse. He threw himself into things that were maybe not good for him. Things that weren’t good for the other person. But being with Peter was fun and it kept his mind off other things. So it wasn’t wrong-- not in his eyes. He’d come over to Peter’s apartment after a loose invite. Yeah, it was Easter Sunday, but that didn’t mean much to Rick. Once you’ve shared your mind with an alien and seen what cosmic awareness was like-- well, it’s hard to believe in certain things. Rick laid beside Peter in the other man’s bed. The sheets were twisted and he yanked on them to cover himself a little. “Brrr.” It was quiet for too long, Rick thought. All he could hear was their breathing slowing down. It made him grin, to be honest. He liked hearing Peter’s breathing all ragged, eventually becoming peaceful. But he had to say something. “So you thought you could fly?” Peter brushed his bangs back and settled into the pillows on his bed, steadily trying to calm his breathing down. Breaths seemed to be all that filled the air moments of both had finished, and for a good amount of time, Peter was happy to lay in silence and enjoy the afterglow. He eventually pulled his gaze down from the ceiling. The first thing he spotted was the broken pair of bunny ears on the ground. He wasn’t sure how they’d been broken, just that they were now in two pieces. It was a good thing he wasn’t as serious about Easter as his mother and brother were. They’d have killed him for ditching the traditional family dinner and spending the night in bed with someone. Had he been back home, he would have been forced to dress up, smile for every camera, and pretend like nothing was better than finding plastic eggs outside their home. Peter was gracious for Rick’s change of plans. Peter thought over what he should say to Rick about what had just happened but he came up with nothing. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait very long, because he was suddenly reminded of his dumb actions back home and he cracked a smile. “Yeah, it was very R. Kelly of me. I can fly now, but back then I definitely couldn’t.” He couldn’t believe Nathan hadn’t smacked some sense into him yet for doing something like that. “Crazy shit, right?” Rick laughed, a small fit of what could only be described as a giggle. “R. Kelly. You’re cute.” He gazed over at Peter, his naked shoulders, his chest. Yeah, definitely cute. He sighed and turned his head into a pillow, rubbing his face into the material. Then his head jerked up. “Wait-- you can fly?” Rick was convinced everyone but him had powers. If Peter was cute, he had no words to describe the sound of Rick’s giggles. He smiled and gave a small shrug. “Eh, I’m alright.” He watched Rick rub his face against the pillow and was glad he’d washed all his sheets the night before. They smelled more like lilac than Peter’s shampoo now. His eyes went wide for a moment at the man’s sudden reaction and laughed at him. “Yeah, I can. I can do a lot of things, actually. It’s almost ridiculous.” He wasn’t the biggest fan of talking about his powers because he always worried he sounded like he was bragging. Peter had more than enough tricks in his arsenal, but as Rick might soon find out, the powers were entirely dependent on the person he was around. The pillow would smell like Rick after he left, though. He was rubbing his face on everything like a damn housecat. He wanted to kiss Peter for no good reason, he was a little smitten with the other man. So he did-- he leaned over and gave Peter a sound kiss on the lips. Only to pull away and go back to his side of the bed. “Are you a superhero back home and you didn’t tell me? I’m a professional sidekick, Petrelli.” That was actually what Peter was hoping for. Rick smelled good, nice and masculine, which was a big change from the floral smell of his sheets and pillowcases. The kiss was another nice surprise and he returned it, a tiny smile on his face as the other man pulled away and got resituated in bed. “Well, I’m from the show Heroes, so…” Peter didn’t think of himself as a hero, however. That was always how it went, wasn’t it? “I just stepped up and helped stop this really bad guy from killing people. And nothing wrong with a sidekick. Just means I’ll have to keep you around a lot more.” Rick rolled his eyes, “I’m not your sidekick, buddy.” He put on a silly, poncy accent, “You couldn’t afford me.” He tilted his head to one side, like a confused dog. “Heroes, eh? I should look it up. Learn all your dirty little secrets.” He wiggled his fingers about. It was still weird to think about Fictional Characters were inhabiting the place. He didn’t think of them as fictional… just that their story was a story in this dimension. He’d seen a lot of weird stuff in his time. Peter cocked one of his eyebrows at the comment. “Well, when your ass needs saving, just remember who you told couldn’t afford you.” He hadn’t actually watched the show either to see what happened to him and his friends and family, but part of him didn’t want to know - just in case something terrible became of him. “I’ll just have to read your comics then, won’t I?” Multiple dimensions wasn’t as hard for Peter to accept as it may have been for other refugees. Back home he had time travel and people everywhere had superpowers. This was just another walk in the weird park for him. “So what about you, sidekick? Any crazy stories to share?” “Ooooohhhh, no, you have to save me. There’s like a rule, if you sleep with someone and they fall off a building, you have to save them.” Rick laughed and threw his arm around Peter’s middle. He pulled them closer together and draped his leg over Peter’s. “You know the Hulk? Captain America? Captain Marvel?” Rick had a dreamy look in his eye, like he was about to tell quite the story. Instead he just shrugged, “I was there for all that.” Peter chuckled and put his hands up behind his head, gladly welcoming the gesture and cuddling Rick wanted to do. “Alright, fine, I’ll save you. But I might let you fall a bit more just for saying I couldn’t afford you,” he said with a smile. He wasn’t quite familiar with as many comics as he should have been but he knew of the Hulk, Captain America, and Captain Marvel. His eyebrows jumped up again, clearly surprised to find this out about him. “You were? Well now you have to elaborate, don’t you?” “To be honest, you don’t pay sidekicks, so I don’t know what I was on about,” Rick laughed. “I was on the testing field when the bomb went off that created the Hulk. Bruce was trying to save me.” He gnawed at his lip, thinking about how simple it was when he said it. But how complicated it really was. “And Captain America, well, I could fit into Bucky’s costume, so that happened. And Captain Marvel shared a brain with me,” he said, tapping his temple. “Guy was there for everything, even when I was with Marlo. Very weird. Don’t know if it’s considered a threesome. Oh, Marlo’s the ex-wife.” “Now that you mention it, you don’t pay superheroes either. Someone should really get on that,” he smiled. Peter didn’t need to be paid for helping out whenever he could. It was more about the satisfaction of helping than it was about getting paid. Peter nodded as he listened, making sure to remember all that Rick was saying. From the sound of it, he’d been through a lot of crazy shit - just as he’d promised. “I’d say it’s more like a psychic threesome. You’ve been through quite a lot of adventures, I’m almost a little bit jealous.” Peter made a mental note to look up a bit more information about Rick and his friends. It was like Facebook stalking, but less creepy. “Are you still with her back home? Because I don’t want to wake up one day with an angry woman beating down my door,” he smiled. Rick scratched the back of his skull nervously. “Uhh, we were-- we’re off and on..” He wasn’t sure why he brought that up. Rick wasn’t good at keeping himself out of trouble. Or keeping secrets. But man, could he ever lie. He was the best liar ever. “The only person knocking down your door will be me.” Rick propped himself up with his elbow and leaned in to kiss Peter again. He really liked the other man and this was a nice distraction-- Bruce being in such close quarters with him… it made Rick think about how he felt for him. He wanted to let himself like someone else. He wanted to be free of those tightly coiled, awful feeling of unrequited love. But maybe it wasn’t healthy to move obsession from one person onto another. Peter had no reason not to believe him and relaxed a little more when he heard that. He didn’t want to be thrown into the middle of relationship drama - especially with a married man. He wasn’t that kind of guy. One thing he quite enjoyed about Rick was how affectionate he could be. It was just kissing, but a lot of the time, people didn’t do that outside of the heat of the moment. Peter assumed it was because it seemed more intimate than having sex, but then again, he was no expert. One thing he was an expert on was feelings that weren’t exactly shared. He’d been with Simone for a while, but even then he doubted she cared more for him than her ex-boyfriend Isaac. He didn’t like thinking about the woman. Not after what happened to her. He distracted himself as well, pulling Rick closer and kissing him once more. After he broke the kiss, he looked down at Rick and said, “You’re still making breakfast in the morning, right?” Rick waggled his eyebrows, “Does that mean I’m staying over?” Everything would be fine. Put all those messy feelings aside and talk to Peter about anything but that. “I should get comfortable, then.” He yanked all the sheets up around them like a dog making up it’s bed. It was like a nest. Rick pulled his feet up and tangled his legs with Peter’s. “Ahh, yes. Much better. What about you, do you have any crazy exes that might show up? Or not crazy exes?” Rick wanted to know if Peter was with women or men more often. He just wondered… because he himself was with women most of the time. “I wasn’t going to just kick you out after that,” he said nonchalantly. Peter was pretty laid back when it came to people sleeping over. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t run into Rick soon enough since they lived in the same building, so kicking him out to avoid the awkward pillow talk was out of the question. He laughed as he watched Rick get comfortable in his bed. He parted his legs to give him room between them, then wiggled them around so they were snug. “Much better.” “Ah… My ex is…” His stomach twisted in a knot. Simone was dead because he and Isaac couldn’t get along. “We’re not together anymore. She won’t be showing up, don’t worry.” He forced a smile but it was clear that it wasn’t as genuine as the others he gave. Rick quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s what makes her your ex.” Maybe he shouldn’t try to get more out of Peter. Maybe he should let it alone. But Rick is an idiot and kept pushing. “People show up here all the time…” “Yeah, well. She’s mostly an ex because she’s dead.” The words stung to say, but he knew that Rick wanted to know, and there was no use keeping secrets. If Rick was hellbent on getting the truth, all he had to do was look it up online. Peter’s entire life was online, for anyone to see. He cleared his throat and set his jaw. “I guess she might show up, but it’s different than a normal breakup, so.” “Oh, shit. I’m-- I’m sorry.” Rick buried his face into the space between them. “I didn’t. Ah.” Rick felt incredibly stupid. Then the look on Peter’s face made him realize he really should be feeling bad for Peter. He propped himself up again, looking down at Peter, making eye contact. He pushed the hair out of Peter’s face. “Hey, let’s not talk about this.” Peter couldn’t help but laugh at Rick’s reaction. He couldn’t be mad at him for asking. It wasn’t a normal situation and he had no reason to think that Peter’s ex wasn’t still alive. “It’s okay, I’m not upset.” He looked at the other man and held still as Rick brushed hair from his face. It was a sweet gesture. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think I should talk about it. Now, however… It’s kinda bringing the mood down.” He smiled once more and gently brushed his thumb against Rick’s lips before he sat up a bit and kissed him. Rick leaned into the kiss and pushed Peter back against the bed. They both had things they didn’t want to talk about. So less talking, more making out. He figured he could handle that. |