Fic: Ignorance is Bliss - Nathan/Peter - PG-13 for theyreitalian

[withimpunity]

Title: Ignorance is Bliss
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other people who aren't me. This is for fun only, never profit.
Prompt: day 8 for theyreitalian

Nathan was a lawyer for Christ's sake. He made a pretty damn glamorous living by lying through his teeth on a daily basis, so how Peter was always able to see straight through his lies was still a mystery to him.

"You reek of it, Nathan."

And then, there was that.

Nathan didn't have to explain himself to Peter. He knew that, yet knowing it still didn't stop him from feeling like a complete ass about the fact that Peter had caught him smoking a little weed to take the edge off of the hellacious day he'd had.

"Fine. You caught me." He stared back at Peter, challenging him to say something, anything, so that he would have an excuse to bring up one of Peter's many indiscretions and take the focus off of himself. He couldn't believe he'd let this happen. Why hadn't he locked the door? Why had he given Peter a key to his apartment? Why was Peter grinning at him like it was Christmas Day and he'd just won the lottery and a lifetime subscription to Penthouse?

"Well, where is it?" He asked, shouldering past Nathan as he sniffed the air, attempting to follow the scent to where Nathan had obviously stashed the pot.

"What?" Nathan snapped, watching Peter as he began opening all the cabinets and drawers in his search.

"The pot, where is it?" Peter asked casually, opening the door to Nathan's bedroom. "Ah, hello."

Nathan's forehead creased with stress. Smoking out was supposed to be relaxing and this had turned into anything but that. He was supposed to be a role model for Peter. Christ, if Ma ever found out about this. "Peter-"

He stepped inside the bedroom to find Peter sitting on the edge of his bed, lighter in one hand, half-burned joint in the other. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"Hypocrite much?" Peter laughed as he flicked his thumb across the tip of the lighter and let it spark, releasing it before it made a complete flame.

"I am an adult," Nathan replied, snatching the lighter out of Peter's hand. "And you are leaving. Now."

"You can't make me leave, Nathan," Peter replied, grinning like the smug little bastard he was. Nathan hated it because he knew he was right. He couldn't make Peter leave if he didn't want to - he'd tried many times before, to no avail.

Nathan sighed. "At least put that down," He said, referring to the joint still in Peter's fingers.

"It's not the first time I've held a joint Nathan," Peter replied matter-of-factly, laughing at Nathan when he narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm sixteen next month and we live in Manhattan. You didn't really think-"

"Just stop there," Nathan grit out. "I don't want to know. I find that mostly, ignorance is bliss. Just, put the joint down and come back out into the living room."

"No," Peter said, reaching over to snatch the lighter back from Nathan's hands, laughing voraciously as Nathan struggled to get it back. He grabbed Peter's wrist and tried peeling Peter's fingers back to retrieve the lighter wedged in his tight fist. Peter tried to kick him but ended up stumbling and wound up pinned beneath Nathan on the bed.

"Ow shit," Peter swore as Nathan's elbow dug into his rib cage and he squirmed to get out from beneath him.

"Oof," Nathan let out of a gust of air as Peter kneed him in the groin in his attempt to push Nathan off of him. "Shit."

"Ha," Peter laughed breathlessly as Nathan rolled off of him "You so deserved that. You okay?" Nathan made a garbled, pained noise into his pillow, like he was being tortured, and held up a finger.

"Okay," Peter chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. "You just lay over there and be a pussy while I light this joint up, yeah?" This was at least enough to cause Nathan to roll over on his back, still clutching his throbbing genitals protectively, and glare up at Peter.

"Ma'll kill me," He groaned as Peter flicked the lighter and held the joint up to the flame, burning the end until it began to glow a pretty bright orange.

"There's a lot Ma doesn't know," Peter mumbled, placing the joint between his lips, eyelids fluttering as he inhaled deeply, exhaling the smoke in almost perfect rings.

"You weren't kidding," Nathan chuckled half-heartedly, both amazed and terrified at how experienced Peter seemed to be. Peter just smiled and pinched the tip in his fingers, offering it to Nathan. "How do you think I stay sane? I can't handle their bullshit like you can, Nathan."

Nathan sighed, holding the joint in his fingers hesitantly. He hated Peter right now. Nathan was one of the best lawyers at the firm. Just last week he got a paraplegic woman to drop her lawsuit against the hospital that operated on her with nothing but his winning smile and honey-sweet voice. He could talk damn near anyone out of anything if he put his mind to it, but he couldn't even control his fifteen year old kid brother.

"The weed will help with all that annoying thinking you're doing," Peter grinned, nudging Nathan's foot with his own.

"Oh, what the hell," Nathan muttered, closing his eyes as he put the joint between his lips and let himself fall, as the heavy, blissful haze pulled him under and finally made him relax.

***

"You have a hole in your sock," Peter giggled, poking at Nathan's exposed toe with his own. Nathan laughed and nudged him in the elbow to get him to quit. "Tickles," he explained, and stole the joint from Peter again.

"Hey," Peter frowned. "I wasn't done with that."

"Yes you were," Nathan smirked, hollowing his cheeks as he filled his lungs with pungent smoke and euphoria. He wished life could always be like this, so light and airy, like you were floating on clouds or feathers, or no - like you were flying. He wished he could lock the doors and keep everyone out and that way it could be just him and Peter and nothing else would matter.

"Wow, " Peter laughed as he laid his head on Nathan's pillowy stomach. "You are so high."

Upon realizing he had spoken his ridiculous inner monologue out loud, Nathan also wished he was one of those quiet stoners.

***

"Are you going to get married?" Peter asked, propped against the foot board this time, staring at the picture of Heidi on Nathan's nightstand.

Nathan shrugged. "Probably. One day. Why?"

Peter shrugged and passed him the joint. "I don't want to have to share you."

Nathan had nothing to say to this, so he just took the joint out of Peter's hand, ignoring the way Peter's eyes burned into his skin and how their fingers lingered for a too-long moment, making his stomach tighten. As soon as he took the hit he would forget it anyway; which maybe was the reason he just stared at it a few minutes before he put it to his mouth and inhaled.

***

"No fair," Peter's words slurred together lazily, just like his vision. He blinked a couple of times to try and make Nathan seem less blurry, and on the fourth time it seemed to work. "You got the last hit."

"Oh," Nathan grinned sloppily as he raised it to his mouth. "Sorry."

"I hate you," Peter attempted to put contempt in his tone, but what came out only sounded like a frustrated sigh.

"Nah, you love me," Nathan replied smugly, milking the very last hit from the joint before he discarded it in the ashtray, and suddenly it hit Peter - more clearly than any thought had come to him in the last hour. He could have another hit of weed, he just had to be sneaky about. He pounced before Nathan could even register what he was up to, straddling his brother legs, grinning as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Nathan's, sucking in the air that Nathan had just begun to exhale. His eyelids fluttered as the smoke filled his lungs and permeated his blood, making him woozy; though he had a feeling that Nathan's hands on his back and the bit of Nathan's tongue that had just snaked out to wet his lips had more to do with that than the weed.

Later, he would totally blame this on being high and might even claim not to remember any of it, but right now he didn't think about later. Right now he thought about Nathan threading his fingers into his hair and whimpering (Nathan whimpered) and Nathan's tongue curling around his, wet and sloppy and lazy from the high, but sweet and so fucking good.

Later, he would think about how messed up it was that he was kissing a guy and that the guy he was kissing was his brother for Christ's sake, but it wasn't later yet. For now, Peter forgot about all of that and just enjoyed his first, blissfully ignorant kiss.

Comments

[keldjinfae-moon.livejournal.com]

I figure you should have a comment posted for this entry on your page as well, thus: COMMENT! However, it won't say much more than this because it's sort of late (in the sense that it's not as late as it could be) and I need to get back home.

There's nothing like reading a cute stoner!Petrellis story to cheer you up, right?

[eryslash.livejournal.com]

YES. I love it when you mix weed and Petrellis. I really, really do. I like Peter so much here, mhmmm. Teenage!Peter, mhmmm. My underage!kink is getting out of control.
Anyway, THIS WAS GOOD. Please to be giving us more underage, nghhhhhhhh *g*

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

The funny thing is, after I wrote this I was reading it over and I realized i had wrote Jess!Peter. LOL. (That won't make sense unless you've seen Gilmore Girls.)