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I am minus one child and winding down from an exhausting day of eating and dealing with family dysfunction and I just want to collapse into fandom and never return.

Also? Bored now, so I thought I might take some drabble requests.

anything pairing from Heroes fandom (het, gen, slash, and rpf all accepted)
100-500 words
prompt with a word, phrase, lyric, picture, anything you come up with
feel free to offer multiple pairings/prompts

Current Mood: apathetic

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From:

oh-mcgee.livejournal.com

The first time Peter lets a boy touch him he's nineteen and that's what college is all about right, experimenting? They've had enough vodka to be considered poisonous, so when Chase kisses him, pushes him tongue into his mouth and down his throat, Peter can't tell if his body is flushing from being aroused or from the heat of the alcohol in his bloodstream.

They make out like the first time he made out with a girl on his bed when his parents were gone to a charity event, and Chase pops open the buttons on his jeans and slides his hand under his boxers the same way she had. Except this is different and even under the influence of so much vodka he can barely remember his name anymore, Peter knows that. These hands are bigger, rougher. These fingers are longer as they curl around his erection and jerk him off. There is no hesitation in these strokes, no uncertainty. Chase knows what he's doing and he does it well, so well that Peter can't get the words out to tell him he's about to come before he is, spilling hot and sticky inside Chase's palm and all over his jeans.

Chase just laughs and rolls over on the bed, and Peter suddenly realizes that Chase expects him to return the favor when he starts to unzip his pants, and Peter's mouth goes dry.

"Just pretend I'm Nathan," Chase says and Peter chokes, nearly toppling off the bunk.

"What?"

Chase chuckles, his back arching as he touches himself. "When you came just then, I heard what you said."

"What?" Peter says, panicked. "No I didn't!"

"Look, its cool," Chase says, touching Peter's thigh. "I don't care. It's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend or something. But if you don't do something soon I'm going to finish it for myself. You looked freaked. I just thought, if you thought about him instead it would make it easier."

Peter considers this for a moment, considers the fact that Chase doesn't know anything about him, doesn't know that Nathan is his brother.

He crawls on the bed between Chase's legs and closes his eyes as he slides his lips over Chase's (Nathan's) cock, imagining Nathan's fingers wound in his hair and Nathan begging him for more. And when Chase comes, he hears Nathan's voice breaking and desperate as he shouts and comes, hot and salty down Peter's throat.

He falls asleep next to Chase on the bunk with Chase playing with his hair. Its too easy to pretend that he's in Manhattan, lying under silk sheets with his brother whispering in his ear as he drifts off to sleep and dreams of the impossible.

From:

eryslash.livejournal.com

...OH MY GOD, I SO TOTALLY LOVE YOU. THIS IS AWESOME AND HOT. *mems post*

And I don't know if you've ever watched House, but there's a character named Chase and he's hot and I love him too, and the coolest thing is that he sounds just like the Chase in this ficlet. YOU = FTW. REALLY. Thanks soooooooo much *g* *drools* *hugs*