Ficlet: "addiction"- nathan/peter - pg-13
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withimpunityTitle: ad · dic · tion (n)
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 17 @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
theyreitalian
Words: ~375
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren’t me. This is for fun only, never profit.
Peter tastes sickly sweet, like thick eggnog and expensive brandy, with a muted pungent flavor lingering on his tongue that told Nathan where he had disappeared to for the last hour.
“You’re drunk,” Nathan says, gripping Peter’s upper arm to put distance between them. “And stoned? Someone could have seen you, for Christ‘s sakes.”
“Mistletoe,” Peter grins lopsidedly, pointing a wobbly finger up at the ball of greenery dangling over their heads, leaning forward on his tip-toes for another kiss. Nathan gives in and allows Peter to have his fun, for now. He returns Peter’s kisses hesitantly, licking away the remnants of liquor on Peter’s tongue, wishing that he were as drunk as his brother so that he wouldn’t remember a second of this in the morning either.
In the morning he’ll end up holding Peter’s hair out of his face as Peter hugs the toilet and begs him to make it stop, and Nathan will try not to think about how he added more brandy to Peter’s eggnog when he wasn’t looking, or how he persuaded their mother to hang a ball of mistletoe in that very spot, away from everyone else.
He won’t regret it though. He can still taste Peter on his tongue, thick and sweet and just as intoxicating as the pot Peter had been smoking out back with his friends, and he realizes that’s exactly what Peter is to him. Peter is his very own hallucinogenic drug that prevents him from thinking clearly, that makes him think that wanting to kiss his baby brother is okay. It’s an addiction for Nathan, a bad habit that he needs to break now before it goes any farther. He wishes it was that easy.
Nathan presses a cold cloth to Peter’s forehead and leans in, pressing his lips against Peter’s hair, ignoring the clenching in his stomach and the want of more as Peter curls against his chest, muttering easily breakable promises about never touching booze ever again.
“Thanks Nathan,” He whispers hoarsely into Nathan’s chest as Nathan rubs his arm soothingly. “For this.”
“No problem, Pete,” Nathan replies. “It’s what big brother’s are for-”
“And for the kiss,” Peter interrupts, casually slipping his arm around Nathan’s waist. “But next time, just ask.”
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 17 @
theyreitalian Words: ~375
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who aren’t me. This is for fun only, never profit.
Peter tastes sickly sweet, like thick eggnog and expensive brandy, with a muted pungent flavor lingering on his tongue that told Nathan where he had disappeared to for the last hour.
“You’re drunk,” Nathan says, gripping Peter’s upper arm to put distance between them. “And stoned? Someone could have seen you, for Christ‘s sakes.”
“Mistletoe,” Peter grins lopsidedly, pointing a wobbly finger up at the ball of greenery dangling over their heads, leaning forward on his tip-toes for another kiss. Nathan gives in and allows Peter to have his fun, for now. He returns Peter’s kisses hesitantly, licking away the remnants of liquor on Peter’s tongue, wishing that he were as drunk as his brother so that he wouldn’t remember a second of this in the morning either.
In the morning he’ll end up holding Peter’s hair out of his face as Peter hugs the toilet and begs him to make it stop, and Nathan will try not to think about how he added more brandy to Peter’s eggnog when he wasn’t looking, or how he persuaded their mother to hang a ball of mistletoe in that very spot, away from everyone else.
He won’t regret it though. He can still taste Peter on his tongue, thick and sweet and just as intoxicating as the pot Peter had been smoking out back with his friends, and he realizes that’s exactly what Peter is to him. Peter is his very own hallucinogenic drug that prevents him from thinking clearly, that makes him think that wanting to kiss his baby brother is okay. It’s an addiction for Nathan, a bad habit that he needs to break now before it goes any farther. He wishes it was that easy.
Nathan presses a cold cloth to Peter’s forehead and leans in, pressing his lips against Peter’s hair, ignoring the clenching in his stomach and the want of more as Peter curls against his chest, muttering easily breakable promises about never touching booze ever again.
“Thanks Nathan,” He whispers hoarsely into Nathan’s chest as Nathan rubs his arm soothingly. “For this.”
“No problem, Pete,” Nathan replies. “It’s what big brother’s are for-”
“And for the kiss,” Peter interrupts, casually slipping his arm around Nathan’s waist. “But next time, just ask.”
