This originally started as a fic I was writing for my friend, her screen name is Angst Is My Middle Name. It begins as Petrellicest, but it will soon develop into a different pairing. I'll be making the later chapters based off of a currently ongoing RP I have with my friend Mabes. But, until then, please enjoy!
Valentine's Day. A day for lovers. A singles-awareness day. A day for caring, loving infatuation. A day for jealousy, loneliness, and depression. A day for being with those you love, no matter who they are.
Nathan Petrelli was suave, handsome, and had the ability to be quite romantic. Well, he could also fly, but a parlor trick such as that could not amount to the wonderful man he could be on Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, after the small mishap in Kirby Plaza, Peter disappearing, and becoming an alcoholic, his wife divorced him. Since then, he has been quite unlucky with women. Also, he was shot twice, so that didn't leave him much time for the ladies.
Peter Petrelli was the younger brother of Nathan. He wasn't quite a ladies man like his older brother, but he had his fare share of girlfriends. Despite this fact, he was even unluckier with women than Nathan. One of his girlfriends, Simone, was shot and killed by her ex-boyfriend, Isaac. After that, he met a girl in Ireland by the name of Caitlin. Sadly, he accidentally left her in a future that will never happen. So, technically, she no longer existed. Ever since, he has been paranoid about taking on another girlfriend.
This left both men single on Valentine's Day. Two men that any girl would fall head-over-heels in love with were single on one of the most romantic holidays of the year. Peter sat in his apartment, alone, watching TV, this being his loneliest day of the year. There was then an unexpected knock at his door. Peter grumbled and called out from his seat.
"Yeah, who is it?"
"Pete, it's Nathan, open up!" his brother's muffled voice called from behind the door. Peter sighed and went to the door, opening it. Nathan stood in front of him wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt, hair a mess and stubble on his chin. It was quite a change from the clean-cut politician his brother used to be, but a change that Peter liked. In his hand was a bottle of wine, on his face a weak smile.
"Hey man. Got any time in your oh-so busy schedule for your big brother?"
Peter laughed. He then sighed and looked at his watch with mock contemplation.
"Hmm, I dunno," he replied, scratching his head and pursing his lips in false thought, "The hookers should be coming around three, I might not have time for-"
"Yeah, yeah, very funny." Nathan pushed passed Peter and entered the messy apartment. Peter closed the door behind him and sat back on the couch, Nathan sitting next to him with a sigh.
"So, you don't have anything planned for today? No girlfriend, or… I dunno, random blonde chick in Vegas?"
Nathan sighed and looked at him.
"She's dead, Pete."
"Oh," Peter frowned, "I'm sorry."
"Nah, don't be." Nathan opened the bottle of wine with a pop and proceeded to drink right out of it.
"You really shouldn't be drinking, you know," he said, grabbing the bottle from Nathan's hand. Nathan turned in his seat and looked at him.
"Pete, I'm not an alcoholic anymore."
"Not anymore, but you could still go back to it." Peter took a swig out of the bottle before Nathan snatched it back again. They sat on his couch and watched TV for a few minutes until Nathan spoke once more.
"So, how come you haven't got a girlfriend yet?"
"How come youhaven't gotten a girlfriend yet?" Peter retorted, taking the bottle and drinking again. Nathan decided not to continue further, being able to tell that Peter didn't want to talk about it. More silent minutes passed by as Peter switched channels to a movie. About an hour into said movie, and two bottles of wine later, the brothers were drunk and giggling.
"I'm serious, that guy looks like you!" Peter pointed at the man on the screen, taking a swig out of his second bottle of wine. The bottle that Nathan had brought ran out, so they resorted to Peter's secret stash. Nathan sat with his own second bottle, furrowing his brow and narrowing his eyes, looking at the screen.
"Who, that… Pasdar guy?"
"Yeah!" he replied.
"If you say so," Nathan shrugged, "Why are we watching a vampire movie on Valentine's day, anyway?" He took another swig of wine.
"Well, it's a vampire romance… ish… movie."
"How is it romantic? They're slicing open people's throats and drinking their blood!"
"Well, Caleb and that vampire chick, they're in love!"
"A'righ, fine," Nathan sighed, "If you're so romantic, then why don't ya have a girlfriend yet?"
"Eh, I don't want a girl," Peter replied, gulping down more wine.
"Why not? Everyone needs someone, Pete." Nathan clapped a hand on his shoulder, proceeding to guzzle down the remaining wine in his bottle.
"Nah, I mean I don't wanna girl," Peter drunkenly mumbled out, "I like," he burped, "the penis."
There was silence, Nathan looking at Peter with a raised brow. Suddenly, Peter began to laugh.
"Oh my god! You should have seen the look on your face!" He fell over onto Nathan in a drunken fit of giggles, Nathan beginning to laugh awkwardly.
"Haha, I thought you were serious there for a second." He took the bottle from Peter and drank the rest of its contents. Meanwhile Peter calmed down and sat back up, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Well, I figgered that since I have such bad luck with women, I might as well, ya know?"
Nathan paused and looked at him again, furrowing his brow.
"And then there was that one time with Claude-"
"Woah, woah, wait a sec," Nathan interrupted, "You're seriously gay?"
Peter shrugged.
"Well, bi… I think."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Nathan asked, shifting to face Peter. He shrugged again.
"Thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me anymore."
"Pete," Nathan put a hand on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb, "of course I'd still talk to ya."
Peter leaned forward and rested his forehead on Nathan's.
"Thanks, Nathan," he whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered back, still caressing his cheek. Peter tilted his head suddenly and captured Nathan's lips with his own in a sloppy, drunken kiss. Nathan leaned back on the couch, breaking away.
"What're you doing?" he breathed out, inching back slightly. Peter came closer, placing his hands on the couch on either side of Nathan.
"I said I love you, Nathan." He leaned closer, lips just barely touching.
"I… I love you too," he repeated before Peter pressed his lips against his once again, this time softer and more coordinated. Nathan leaned into the kiss, kissing him back before breaking away once more, breathing heavily.
"P-Peter... You're my brother, I can't…" he said, barely a whisper.
"I don't care," Peter whispered back.
He straddled Nathan's lap, pressing against him and kissing him passionately. Nathan wrapped his arm around Peter's waist, placing his other hand behind his head to pull him closer, slipping his tongue gracefully into his mouth. Deep down in both of their drunken minds, they knew that this was wrong. It was very wrong, but it felt so right. The feeling of the other's lips, their bodies against each other, hands in places they never thought they would ever touch the other. The small space in which the couch provided, causing them to move to the bed. The heat and restriction their clothing created, causing them to remove it entirely. The want, the need the both of them had for physical contact, resulting in Nathan entering Peter smoothly and carefully, as if they had been lovers forever.
Valentine's Day. A day for lovers. A singles-awareness day. A day for caring, loving infatuation. A day for jealousy, loneliness, and depression. A day for being with those you love, no matter who they are.
Even if they're your brother.
I'd like to thank Angst Is My Middle Name for giving me the "I like the penis." line. And I'd like to thank you for reading.