Close Encounters of the Petrelli Kind
Chapter 1: Food Fight
Peter came tearing out of the kitchen, followed by Nathan. They rounded the living room couch, went back to the kitchen, and into the parlor.
They both knew a food fight was completely immature for a twenty two year old nurse and a twenty seven year old politician. But they couldn't help it.
Peter's weapon of choice was ketchup. Nathan's was chocolate syrup. They ran around the house, giggling with childhood glee.
Peter was rounding the couch at full speed again when he slipped on a mixture of the two sauces. Down he went on his back. Nathan was right on his tail and ended up tripping over his feet, landing stomach down on Peter.
Nathan propped himself up on his arms, but didn't lift off his brother. They locked eyes and Peter gasped. Nathan burst into giggles, collapsing on top of him again. Peter had no idea why he was laughing. What he did know was that if Nathan didn't get off of him soon, they would be having a very interesting dinner conversation.
"Nathan, what the hell are you laughing at?"
"You have chocolate all over your face!"
Peter couldn't help but laugh too, the vibrations not helping his situation at all. Nathan lifted again and they smiled goofily at each other. Slowly, his hand reached up and his finger trailed along the chocolate on Peter's cheek. Peter gasped again, chills running all through him. They never broke eye contact as Nathan licked the chocolate off his finger. His face was so close, Peter could have lifted his head and kissed him.
Nathan must have seen the spark in eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I-I-I," he stuttered as he turned red. He was shaking all over, blushing, and couldn't control his breathing.
Just then, the door opened and they heard Claire's voice. "Peter I wanted to…What the hell happened here?"
Nathan jolted off of Peter and popped up from behind the couch. Peter slowly sat up, flushed and still shaking.
"We…we uh," Peter cleared his throat.
"We had a food fight," Nathan finished with a sheepish grin, turning red.
Claire just stared and shook her head. "My father and my uncle, the two people I look up to the most, are having a food fight in their one hundred and eighty thousand dollar a month New York apartment. I've lost all faith in humanity." She walked into the kitchen and screamed.
Nathan and Peter grinned at each other, pleased with the mess they made. But there was something else in their gaze, both thinking about the moment they shared before Claire came in. But Claire's exclamation of "Seriously?" brought them back and they went in to clean up.