When Worlds Collide: RP for
yearsguilt
Jan. 29th, 2008 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
sixwordstories, but I think that's best, so "his Peter" would be
youngerpetrelli when referred to in discussion with this one, yeah?]
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
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Date: 2008-02-07 04:43 pm (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2008-02-07 05:56 pm (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2008-02-11 04:23 pm (UTC)“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.)
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Date: 2008-02-11 07:05 pm (UTC)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)
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Date: 2008-02-12 04:57 pm (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2008-02-12 05:32 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-02-12 06:23 pm (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2008-02-29 12:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-02-29 12:44 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-02-29 01:04 am (UTC)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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Date: 2008-02-29 02:44 am (UTC)He took him in his mouth again, lips sinking all the way down, taking him in all the way swiftly.
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Date: 2008-02-29 05:25 am (UTC)Peter's arm reached forward, letting those fingers curl themselves into Adam's locks, having needed to use his hands for something as he was about to rip the sheets off the mattress.
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Date: 2008-02-29 05:38 am (UTC)The fingers in his hair made him moan, a shiver running over him as it sparked his need for this boy against him even higher.