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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Heroes_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Peter/others_mentioned, Peter/Nathan_as_a_fantasy
  Character:
      Peter_Petrelli
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-02-20 Words: 892
****** A Late Afternoon at the Plaza ******
by Fabrisse
Summary
     17 year old Peter has some regrets and fantasies.
The room was illuminated with fading daylight as Peter lay on his back and
watched the man dress.
It hadn't been bad, losing his "other" virginity; the guy knew what he was
doing and he'd loved what Peter's mouth could do. It boiled down to regret.
He'd never regretted sex before.
Peter gave the man a last smile as he said goodbye and walked out the door.
Once he was fairly sure the guy was gone, he called downstairs and asked if he
could extend his stay overnight.
When they'd first come in this afternoon his partner was surprised, but the
Plaza was one of only a handful of hotels that had afternoon rates, and Peter
had never liked the Four Seasons. Of course, there were the rent-by-the-hour
places, but unless they took the time to go to New Jersey they were pretty
dirty and unimaginative. It wasn't until he'd paid for the room that he
realized the man he was with had thought he was a professional and was worried
about the expense.
This had been wrong -- not in any cosmic sense, wrong in the teenaged girl
sense. For whatever reason, Peter realized he'd been, and he couldn't believe
this phrase was going through his head, saving himself.
Sex was great. He did it as often as he could and somehow managed to keep a
good reputation with the girls at his school. In a locked box in his bedroom at
home was a copy of this year's yearbook. It was the approval copy, and the
headmaster had most certainly not given his approval. On the page with the
senior class designations, there was Peter Petrelli between Christina O'Reilly
(Most Likely to Succeed) and Gina Pfister (Best Dressed) listed as "Class
Deflowerer."
The teacher in charge was scandalized that someone had gotten such a thing past
her, and all the girls on the yearbook committee were baffled, just baffled at
how it had happened. The caption was reset and an approved layout was sent back
to the printer, but the mistake copy had been passed around by the girls in his
class, the junior class, and a couple of older sisters and sophomores. He had
seventy-eight inscriptions, and the girls had worked out a system: a heart if
he'd slept with them, a flower if he'd been their first, and a little camera if
he'd taken them to a dance or other school function. Some of the inscriptions
had been pretty pornographic, too.
No one at school knew about the dicks he'd sucked. Sneaking into a club hadn't
been too difficult, finding a man he found attractive enough proved to be a
little more difficult. But once he had, he'd gone down on his knees in a dark
little corner like the curious teenager he was and done his best. When the guy
asked him if it was his first time, after coming down his throat, he said yes.
His new friend sucked him off and gave him tips on how to make it last. Peter
saw the guy was hard again and showed him how well he'd paid attention.
Once every couple of weeks or so, Peter got the urge to wrap his mouth around a
nice, hard cock. He'd go out, find a club, find a guy, and get them both off.
It was easy and satisfying.
But.
He started really looking at the guys he was willing to get down on his knees
for one day and found himself caught short. The dark eyes he could shrug off
because most of the world's population has brown eyes. The dark wavy hair,
well, lots of people liked it too. But Peter's list was pretty specific, right
down to the well cut business suits. When he'd seen a man in a Navy uniform on
a street on the way to a club one night, he'd nearly hit his knees before they
could find their way to an alley.
Peter wanted his brother. He wanted Nathan with an intensity that sent shocks
through his soul.
If it were anyone else, he could write his brother and ask his advice. Nathan
already knew he was sexually active; he even knew about the guys in his life.
Nathan never judged; his advice was sound whether it was about girls, fights
with mom and dad, or how to improve his exercise regimen.
Just a letter from Nathan made him feel warm and achy with need. He walked back
to the bed and stretched out. He was hard as a rock just thinking about
Nathan's smile. God, he was lost.
His hand closed around his erection and closed his eyes. Making love with
Nathan would be different, Peter wanted to see his face, to be able to kiss
him, to wrap his legs around Nathan's ass and feel him thrusting.
Already his breath was coming ragged and fast. He let himself see Nathan's
smile, let himself imagine the sweat slicking Nathan's body as the muscles
clenched and released. He arched and called his brother's name as his spunk
coated his stomach.
As he came down from his orgasm, he decided not to go out again. He'd get room
service and write a letter to Nathan -- tell him about his day and his
yearbook. But most of all, he'd tell Nathan how much he loved him.
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