When Worlds Collide: RP for [livejournal.com profile] yearsguilt

Jan. 29th, 2008 10:22 am
changehistory: (Peter - fear me love me do as I say)
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There was a distinct sense that it was very possible that he ought not be doing this. Repercussions could abound, sliding between both of their timelines. Already the questions abounded of what he was like in this Peter's world. If Kirby Plaza happened, then Hiro was not there, and Sylar had not thrown him to the wall...or had he? He should ask, he thought. Ask if they had all been there, and Hiro still...Because if it had gone wrong in just that Claire hadn't shot Peter or Nathan hadn't appeared, hadn't stepped away from Angela and to save Peter, then Hiro still could have been flung back in the past and his own life taken the same course until somehow, some other way, he escaped the Company facility.

But it hadn't happened that way here, and part of him felt his headache with the repercussions of that, because if changing it here hadn't changed this boy's future, then had Hiro stopping him in that vault not truly changed the future his Peter had seen? Had the virus been released somewhere, somehow? Was there a world where with God's grace it had all gone right? And if so, why was he stuck in this one where everything felt fragile and hard and sharp, like he could fall apart at any moment, and the choices that tore from emotions he'd never expected nor wanted to feel seemed harder. A setback, surely. Just that, a few more weeks, a month or two, some sleep, some rest, and he'd be fine. Back to his old self, back to looking about. Back to a new plan.

So damn the timelines crossing, he decided, as he entered the Yaffa Cafe, taking in the bright animal prints and Christmas lights strung around and smiled to see that some things didn't change, even if his blessed East Village had gone and gotten gentrified while he was locked away. This he knew, the music and the people, and if the clothes changed, the air did not. He'd settled on jeans, considering the venue, and a sweater over a button down shirt, with his leather jacket and scarf. Casual, but still pulled together, unable to be sloppy. If he was nervous, it didn't show as his cool eyes scanned the room, looking for a familiar face, and, failing to find it, moving to take a seat at a booth in the back where he could watch the door and wait for Peter, this new Peter who shouldn't be here, but was, to appear.


[ooc for anyone reading: For now, I think this is in the "open" verse. Coming out of RP in [livejournal.com profile] sixwordstories, but I think that's best, so "his Peter" would be [livejournal.com profile] youngerpetrelli when referred to in discussion with this one, yeah?]

Date: 2008-02-04 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
For someone who was as lonely as he was, there didn’t really need to be much work to be done to get Peter’s head in a spin and Adam did that pretty easily. He wasn’t expecting this, the moment not even having come to mind until just moments ago. It was that sudden urge of want and need that fueled Peter’s blood and made it boil beneath his flesh. He wanted this. He wanted Adam. He didn’t want to spend weeks in this world and go back to the future and not have anything to come back to – to not have any reason to return.

Now he did.

It was amazing how hard he already was, how his length outlined the front of his jeans as he pressed his hips forward just a little so Adam could feel it and let him know that there was still someone around who wanted him and Peter was going to take whatever Adam could offer and not complain about it. "I want you."

Date: 2008-02-04 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam could feel, and his body responded in kind, heart and breath both speeding up, hips rocking to meet Peter's with nearly equal need, though his eyes remained searching, watching, looking deep in Peter's eyes as if trying to read the truth of what was being offered, what was needed, and determining what he could give.

That Adam wanted there was no doubt. That he'd take was a foregone conclusion, as was that he'd give in return. That it hadn't even occurred to Peter before a short while ago, Adam was far too aware of, that this would be different, that this wasn't his Peter with his eager smile and experience, able to tell him exactly what he wanted and how, and knowing what Adam wanted in return before Adam even could voice it sometimes.

"And I, you," he murmured, letting his fingers slide lightly over skin. "Come here, then..." He leaned in, closing the rest of the distance, head ducking to brush his lips lightly over Peter's, just a taste, and then kissed him more firmly, fingers sliding into his hair.

Date: 2008-02-04 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter was a little hesitant of course when he watched Adam duck his head to brush his lips against his own, the heat across the sensitive skin almost burning with just that light brush. He took in a breath and he decided that he was too far gone to stop himself now. The taste was different and better than almost anything he had ever experienced. Adam didn’t have that softness that most girls had and he was addicted to it at once, his head pushing forward to deepen the kiss quickly as he parted Adam’s mouth with his tongue, the wet muscle sliding easily over his own bottom lip before it took that dive in.

Those strong hands were already working on his shirt, eager to take it off to feel the skin underneath, to grab and take hold of those muscles. He almost shivered at the thought of that body fully pressing against his own, his skin flaring up underneath his clothing to make him hot and bothered by just the thought processing.

Date: 2008-02-04 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
God, but it would be so easy just to take him, to give in to the lust and the need and not care about anything else. Already, just in mutual heat and need, it was better than his first time with another of his own gender, but he had a need, at war with his body's demands, to make it better than good, to show Peter what and why and how their bodies could fit and move together.

He returned the kiss, letting the hand at Peter's hip slide up under his shirt, across his stomach, feeling the line of his muscles, before pushing the shirt up. Already he was aching for more, to explore a body like and unlike, familiar and not, to see what was the same and what was different and what he responded to. But he made his touches softer, tongue meeting Peter's with hunger, but tempering it, control clamping down as he tried to slow the pulsing need to something more like heated exploration.

You only get one first time, he chided gently, thinking it loud and clear and outside the boundaries and walls he'd learned to keep up from Maury Parkman.
Edited Date: 2008-02-04 10:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-02-04 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter wasn’t exactly thinking clearly as it was and it wasn’t exactly such a big surprise that his male dominance would want to take over, despite having no idea what he was doing. He reminded himself that Adam wasn’t a woman, he didn’t have the same parts – didn’t act or react the same way even if touching Adam did seem to get a rise like anyone else would when Peter touched them. He broke away from the kiss easily, taking in a breath to refill the air that had escaped his lungs, the colors of his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink – could have been from embarrassment or just because his entire body felt like it was burning and it had nothing to do with the ability he picked up to create fire.

“Show me how good it can feel.” Peter said as he picked up what Adam said through his telepathy from Parkman. Peter had never given anyone permission to explore his body or take control of things like he was letting Adam do now. The years made him more of the alpha male, even when it came down to the simplest things. Sex with Adam Monroe wasn't going to be simple – it was going to be extraordinary.

Date: 2008-02-05 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam smiled a little, eyes taking in the color in his skin and the desire in his eyes. The slight struggle for dominance made his own eyes light up. He didn't surrender his own control easily, and though he'd made the offer, none of the lovers he'd taken to bed since his escape from the Company had taken him up on it. Perhaps not this time...not tonight, but one day...he had a feeling this one might, and it made him shiver just a touch. Peter was more powerful by far, so controlling him was an exquisite treat and for a moment his eyes were speculative, then they cleared and he smiled a bit more.

"For that we really should move out of the hall..." He leaned in to kiss Peter hard for a moment, then took his hand to lead him back to the big bedroom off the living room, with its king sized bed and feather mattress top and down comforters--a testament to his need to erase every memory of that damned sterile cot from his brain.

Date: 2008-02-06 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter almost sighed at the sight of the bed, perfect for what they were going to do and how they were going to do it. Adam was going to be the one leading in this encounter and Peter was going to happily oblige to whatever Adam wanted. There was a light pinch at the back of his head, wanting this moment to be perfect and spectacular. He wanted to feel and taste every inch of the man in front of him, but knew he couldn’t be so eager. Peter easily lost control in his sexual ways, knew that if he was pushed far enough he’d easily break free from his invisible constraints and fuck Adam Monroe into his king sized bed.

He moved slowly, letting his eyes take in the room – every piece of texture and furniture so he could come back to this place whenever he wanted. All he had to do was concentrate and popping in with Hiro’s teleportation ability would be a piece of cake. He brought himself to sit down at the edge of the bed, his fine chin lifting to gaze up at Adam.

Date: 2008-02-06 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam tilted his head, studying Peter for a long minute, taking in every little bit of him, then he sat next to him. He shrugged out of the shirt Peter had already half undone, kicking off his shoes, followed by his socks, without taking his eyes from Peter. With his lips curving in a small smile, he reached to tug off Peter's shirt as well, fingers dancing back down over the skin revealed. Leaning in, he kissed him gently, but with an aching sort of heat, one hand sliding into his hair and the other around his side to press into his back.

He wanted him closer, the two of them nothing but flesh and tangled limbs and heat and passion, wanting in ways he could only brush over now, letting a shiver dance across his skin in pure reaction to Peter's closeness.

Date: 2008-02-06 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
He couldn’t help but groan into the kiss, lips almost quivering when the air of Adam’s home hit his skin, the softness of flesh rippling with goosebumps as he almost shivered in response. Peter was trying to remember the last time he was touched this way, his mind breaking off to how gentle this all seemed and how that just went against everything in his life. This wasn’t a violent downfall of sloppy kisses and sex that just went too fast before it was simply over, no, this was something his old self desired and called for. He wanted Adam to deliver it to him like no other person could.

Brown eyes did their best to keep contact with Adam’s, but his curiosity got the better as his sight lowered gently for a penetrating gaze at the soft muscles of Adam’s chest, arms perfectly crafted with tendons and bulged skin that made Peter want to explore his entire body to see what other parts of him were still hiding behind those few layers of clothes he still had on.

Date: 2008-02-06 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam smiled at Peter's curiosity, perfectly willing to indulge it. He knew about need, rough and violent that demanded satisfaction after too long denied, when adrenaline flew through you and all you could think of was some release. This wasn't that, no matter how impatient need tugged at his control.

One of his hands wound with one of Peter's tugging it up to rest on his chest as he shifted, pressing Peter back onto the bed, letting a touch of the hunger slide back into his kiss, stroking down Peter's side, fingers lightly teasing under his waistband, but keeping most of the heat, the pressure, between lips and tongue.

Date: 2008-02-07 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter’s kisses quickly became quite needful, his mouth opening to accept Adam’s tongue as he used all the skill he had in kissing to quickly attempt to lead it rather than have Adam do it. Kissing wasn’t new and he felt that it was quite the same no matter the gender, his hand rising to cup the side of Adam’s cheek, those rough yet soft fingertips stroking every so gently Peter easily pulled Adam’s body to straddle his lap for the moment.

“So, first lesson. What are we going to learn today, professor?” Peter couldn’t help but smile, letting his lips lightly nip at Adam’s as he stared up into those blue eyes, finding that he could get lost in them so easily.

Date: 2008-02-07 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam's eyebrow quirked as he flashed him an amused look, wickedly mischievous as his hips rocked just a bit against Peter, given their respective positions. He pulled back from the kiss, shifting to sit up, straddling Peter more easily as he ran his fingers lightly over his skin with just a touch of nails, letting them wind their way down to the button of Peter's jeans, undoing it with a practiced flick of his fingers.

He slid down a bit, leaning back against Peter, skin to skin, feeling the heat of his chest, the pounding of his heart against his. Tilting his head, he pressed a kiss to Peter's neck, teeth nipping a bit sharply.

"Lesson the first...the differences in having a man in your bed rather than a woman..."

Date: 2008-02-11 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter almost froze completely at the light sound of the button of his jeans coming undone, those brown eyes flickering over with such curiosity and want as he felt like some lost child waiting to be lead through this exciting new adventure with so many twist and turns that it was easily going to make his head spin and explode – hopefully not so literal. He’d had major control over his abilities so having them leak out given the moment wouldn’t happen. The last thing he needed was going invisible or something once Peter reached climax.

“I’m assuming there is a big difference?” Peter couldn’t help but give Adam that crooked smile, his lower lip hanging just a bit off to the side, his face softening for a briefest of moments as he waited for Adam to continue.

(ooc: sorry for the major lag. work can be a bitch.)

Date: 2008-02-11 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam smirked, just a touch. "I don't like to brag..." He slid his fingers down, undoing Peter's zipper and pushing his pants open, touching very lightly over the fabric inside. He leaned over again, kissing him as he flat of his palm stroked over Peter's stomach. His hips rocked again, a bit more friction.

Rising up to his knees, he let his fingers curl around Peter's waistband. "Lift your hips," he murmured softly against his lips.


(ooc: No worries. I know the feeling utterly. Home sick today, myself, so spacey but around. lol)

Date: 2008-02-12 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter obliged as he lifted his hips easily off the bed, feeling the fabric of his jeans gently brushing over his skin as his pants were swiftly taken off by Adam and with those jeans went his boxers to leave his lower half completely naked and his shaft already fully erect, standing straight up like an arrow.

“I don’t like to brag either.” A cocky smile appeared over his lips, his face still showing the signs of insecurity about all of this, but he was eager to continue because this was what he wanted right now and it was going to take a lot of self control to tear him away from it – he wasn’t planning to.

Date: 2008-02-12 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam's eyes slid over him appreciatively, slowly taking him in, lines of muscles and bone and skin all there for his viewing pleasure. His fingers brushed down his chest, over his hip lightly with his thumb tracing the line of Peter's groin, but not touching his shaft, not yet. He knew this body already, intimately, wanted to explore each reaction in fascination.

He leaned in again to catch Peter's lips with his, feeling his erection press against his stomach with a appreciative moan. "Perhaps not," he murmured against his lips, "But you could..." He shifted then, just a bit to the side so he could keep kissing Peter as he trailed his fingers lightly up his shaft.

Date: 2008-02-12 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
The touch to his cock was much different than anything he ever felt before, the tips of Adam’s fingers hazily drifting over hard flesh as he couldn’t help but let himself gasp for air, his teeth only clenching ever so lightly as he was consumed by the kiss given by Adam, his hand coming up to run his fingers through Adam’s hair that he couldn’t help but bring his fingers to curl inward and tug gently to bring those lips deeper into his own.

“I need you.” Breathless words whispered against Adam’s lips as his shaft throbbed gently, the desire unfolding before Monroe and making it clear that this needed to carry on to the next level or else Peter was going to end up losing his mind.

Date: 2008-02-12 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam smiled against his lips, fingers curling around him gently and stroking. "You don't know what you need just yet..." He nipped at Peter's lower lip, then slid down him, nibbling on his chest, tongue swirling around one nipple, then drifting lower to nuzzle at his stomach until he could flick the tip of his tongue out to tease around the head of his cock, tasting him with a low moan, before he closed his lips around him and sucked gently.

Date: 2008-02-14 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Peter knew by where he was going that Adam was going to aim that mouth of his for his cock and he couldn’t really help how his body suddenly tensed up, his muscles tightening as Adam drifted closer and closer to his length, the tendons in his legs coming still as Peter was completely at his mercy. The heat in Peter’s body greatly increased when Adam’s tongue flicked over the head of his shaft, toes reacting on their own as they curled completely, head tossing back to release one of those throaty groans that Adam probably wanted to hear.

Date: 2008-02-14 07:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam shivered a little at the sound, peeking through lowered lashes to watch Peter's face. He ran the flat of his tongue over his head, then slid his lips lower, taking him in his mouth. His fingers stroked over Peter's inner thighs, then slid higher to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his palm as his index fingers teased behind them. Something familiar, he figured, something the boy would know, and yet different coming from someone who knew more both about Peter and the male anatomy than previous lovers could have, before moving into completely foreign territory. He knew Peter wanted, could tell he was eager to learn, but he still wanted to savour every moment, make him need, make them both need, first.

Date: 2008-02-25 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Adam’s touch was much different than what Niki would have done if she was in his position. He knew that he shouldn’t have been spending in time trying to compare what Adam was doing and how the lovers before him handle Peter when they went down on him. It was enjoyable, to say the least, those dark brown eyes staring down at Adam as he watched him use that tongue – a wet muscle with at least four hundred years of experience backing it up. He had some idea that this was probably going to be one of the best blow jobs he’d ever receive and by the way his lips parted softly, his breath becoming harsh in such a short amount of time. It would be clear to Adam that he was doing his work perfectly without any kind of flaws.

Date: 2008-02-25 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam kept his eyes on Peter's face, watching each reaction as closely as he attended to what he was doing. His whole body was tense with want and need, tongue teasing again before he added suction, mouth fully taking Peter in. His fingers continued to tease their way back, stroking over Peter's skin until one could trace light circles around and over his hole, playing over the nerves there. He was a patient man, by experience and time if not nature, but he couldn't hold back the moan in the back of his throat at the taste of Peter on his tongue. Pausing for a moment, he slicked one finger before returning to his ministrations, letting his wet finger press gently against Peter's entrance.

Date: 2008-02-29 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
Strong rumbles were created at the middle of Peter’s throat, his mouth opening to release them in soft gasps as his muscles tensed, arms flexing as he watched Adam through half dazed eyes. That mouth over his dick was incredible and he had to control those hips from wanting to lift themselves up to send his shaft deeper – wanting it shoved as far in so Peter could feel that throat muscle clamp over Peter’s cock.

It was then that Peter’s throat clamped shut, forcing his lungs to take in breath to fast that almost made him choke. Adam was crossing territory that had never been touched. Peter didn’t really know how to take it, his puckered opening trembling at such a foreign touch. He wasn’t about to tell Adam to stop since Peter knew very well that they both wanted this. Peter relaxed right when Adam wiggled a finger inside, eyes having to clench in tightly as the discomfort kicked in.

Date: 2008-02-29 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] changehistory.livejournal.com
Adam worked to be as gentle with his finger as possible, and as distracting with his mouth as possible. His other hand slid up Peter's leg, across his stomach to find his hand, fingers winding through his in a reassuring touch, a connection. Tongue teasing still, he relaxed his throat to take Peter deeper, working around him. He didn't press any deeper with his finger for a long moment, just concentrating on his cock, mouth working over him in a steady rhythm.

He only paused after several minutes to shift away to the nightstand, hunting for lube that would make even his finger easier for Peter to take, let alone anything further. He flashed him a reassuring smile, dropping a kiss to his stomach first as he settled against him again, mouth drifting to taste him, take him in once more as he slicked his finger and pressed into him again, slowly but more inexorably.

Date: 2008-02-29 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yearsguilt.livejournal.com
The tongue against his cock was distracting as it was able to take Peter’s mind off the swift strokes of that wet muscle trailing over his shaft; the skin burning for more as the confines of Adam’s mouth was what Peter was almost begging for. He didn’t have to say it audibly for Adam to know his wants as Peter’s face was doing that all on its own. Peter lifted his hips up eagerly, wanting to completely sheath himself into that hot mouth.

Adam wiggling inside of his ass was another thing entirely. Peter’s moans turned to half sobs and he felt almost embarrassed because of it, his cheeks flushing a violent pink as he fought off the cry of pain that echoed in his throat, his chest tightening as Adam brought himself back at his entrance with a slick finger, the tip being welcomed easily as the burning pain went through him like a spear, his hole tightening on cue.

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