When Worlds Collide: RP for yearsguilt

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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 sixwordstories, but I think that's best, so "his Peter" would be youngerpetrelli when referred to in discussion with this one, yeah?]

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Adam watched him, a little frisson of worry sliding along his spine. His own first time had been so long ago, and not at all gentle, but he wanted to find a way to make it good for Peter. He pulled his head away to nuzzle at Peter's hip lightly, peeking up at him. "Relax...the tighter you are, the more uncomfortable it is. But if you relax...I promise it can feel good...very good." His words were just a murmur, lips ghosting over Peter's hip, back along his groin to tease his tongue up his length. "As good as this, even..."

He took him in his mouth again, lips sinking all the way down, taking him in all the way swiftly.

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"Oh, Fuck!" Peter cried out, a tremor of lust and pleasure shooting down his spine and straight to his balls. He couldn't help but unleash a feral growl, his teeth clattering together tightly as he chewed viciously then on his own lower lip, his teeth breaking his own skin to taste the faint reminiscence of his own blood. His would healed quickly, his lip still quite plump and red as he decided to listen and obey Adam, those strong muscles going soft as he relaxed every single part of his body.

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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Adam hummed his approval, a soft vibration in his throat around Peter in his mouth. The relaxation helped, letting him ease his finger into him deeper. As his tongue swirled around the head of Peter's cock, his finger brushed oh so lightly over his prostate, teasing the nerves there before he took Peter deep in his mouth again with another soft hum of pleasure.

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.