Kindred Spirits
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Category:
G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,661
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Heroes, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“Can I give you a ride home?”
“I... I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Gabriel said regretfully, chewing on his lower lip. “My mom could see your car, and she’d start asking all these questions…” Gabriel hated having to turn down an offer of spending more time with his boyfriend. Their time together was already so scant, limited to classes and breaks at school, where they could not fully be themselves without the constant worry of being seen. “Privacy” was not something anyone here seemed to value highly.
Today was Friday, and Gabriel was relieved at the fact that he’d managed to survive one week of being grounded. Now he only had three more weeks to wait out… without Peter. Oddly enough, after the disastrous start the previous Monday, the week had turned out fairly placid. Decker had kept his distance after the public humiliation Peter put him through, and none of his “minions” from the football team had attempted anything, either. It was as though they were purposefully ignoring both Peter and Gabriel. Pleased though he was about being left alone for once, Gabriel couldn’t help feeling that there was something… unnatural about the whole thing. That was just the word to describe it. Unnatural. After what happened, Decker had a good reason wanting to beat them both half to death.
Peter smiled, despite the negative reply. He knew that if it were up to Gabriel, they’d be spending every moment of their free time together.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, reaching up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. “I just thought I’d ask.”
While Peter’s touch sent little jolts of pleasure tingling through his skin, Gabriel reflexively reacted by sweeping his gaze over the surroundings to see if anyone was watching. They had left the school building through a side exit which was never crowded, and they seemed to be in the clear for now, but one never knew…
“Gabriel… you need to learn to relax,” Peter said, passing the pad of his thumb lightly over the other’s full lips. Oh, how he longed to kiss those lips now. Gabriel was still a pretty clumsy and insecure kisser, but that mouth of his was simply made to be ravaged. A mental image – something Peter had fantasized about since their weekend together – of those godlike lips wrapped around his cock appeared in his head, and Peter could feel the sensation travelling straight to his groin. Fortunately the pants he wore were loose and able to cover up any signs of a budding erection.
The difference in height required Peter to stand on his tiptoes, but this didn’t stop him from pulling Gabriel in for a kiss. At first the watchmaker’s son’s entire body went taut, and he even made a half-hearted attempt to pull away.
“No one’s here, no one can see us…” Peter murmured, lips against Gabriel’s cheek. “I’m sorry, but I just had to do that. You’re too damn irresistible!”
A small chuckle escaped Gabriel’s lips before Peter sought them out again, and this time the taller boy did not resist. It was a chaste kiss, no tongue involved, but the emotion behind it was undeniable. It was their first actual kiss for the week and both intended to make it last.
When they finally withdrew from each other, Gabriel’s cheeks were hot and tinged with pink. He licked his lips, still tasting Peter on them and wanting to savour that taste for as long as possible. How would he be able to last three more weeks without being intimate with Peter? Gabriel’s heart ached at the thought of spending every night holed up in his shitty little room miles away from his boyfriend, with nothing but his own thoughts for company.
“I should go now…” the watchmaker’s son murmured, reluctantly parting from the other. “I have to catch the bus, or I’ll be late and mom will be on my case again.”
“I know,” Peter sighed, cupping Gabriel’s face in his hands, pleased that his boyfriend leaned into the touch. “Call me, okay? Anything at all, just give me a ring.”
Gabriel nodded, currently too busy forcing himself to pull away from Peter to even consider how he might get near the phone without either of his parents around to eavesdrop.
“Goodbye, Peter. S-see you next week?”
“Always. If not sooner,” Peter grinned. He let their fingers remain entwined for as long as possible before finally letting Gabriel break the contact and walk away. If only his boyfriend knew what Peter had planned for tonight…
Another pair of eyes, heavy with make-up, gleefully watched the emotional farewell from a place well-hidden in the shadows. Trisha Campbell’s bright pink lips were drawn into a devilish smile as it dawned on her why Peter Petrelli was so bent on protecting the four-eyed freak with the hideous buck teeth. What she had just witnessed take place between the two boys could change the entire outcome of this war.
*
Decker Williams rewarded his girlfriend with one sidelong glance when Trisha opened the door to his BMW and smoothly slid into the front seat next to him. He had not yet seen the smug grin plastered on her face.
“I thought you were supposed to be following Petrelli,” he said.
“I was,” the cheerleader replied nonchalantly. “There’s no need to, anymore.”
“And why is that? I wanna know what that little motherfucker does after every second of his free time. You have to know your enemy to defeat him, Trisha.”
The girl threw her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder and gave a melodramatic sigh. “You wanna know what I found out or not?”
“You mean you actually found out something I could use?”
“You bet I did. Buck tooth, you know? Petrelli and him are an item.”
Decker’s jaw dropped with an audible click. “You’re shittin’ me?”
Trisha shook her head. “Nope. I saw them kiss fifteen minutes ago on the yard at school.”
“You’re saying Petrelli’s a faggot?” Decker couldn’t help but sounding surprised. He wondered why the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before. Buck tooth being a pansy was not all that hard to imagine, but Petrelli… The football player had to admit it was bad enough to get his ass kicked by a guy half his size. If the guy in question was also a faggot…
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. And he’s very protective of his “boyfriend”, too. I thought maybe we could use that to our advantage.”
The star quarterback laughed wildly, drumming his hands against the wheel of the car. His right index finger still ached when he made certain movements, but at least he could participate in football practice again. He grabbed Trisha’s hair none-too-gently and pulled her in for a rough kiss, smashing her lips against his own and smearing her lipstick over them both. It must have hurt, but the girl just laughed, fisting her own hand in Decker’s auburn crew cut.
“Who’s your girl?” she demanded, playfully biting his lower lip.
“You! Forever and always.”
TBC...
“Can I give you a ride home?”
“I... I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Gabriel said regretfully, chewing on his lower lip. “My mom could see your car, and she’d start asking all these questions…” Gabriel hated having to turn down an offer of spending more time with his boyfriend. Their time together was already so scant, limited to classes and breaks at school, where they could not fully be themselves without the constant worry of being seen. “Privacy” was not something anyone here seemed to value highly.
Today was Friday, and Gabriel was relieved at the fact that he’d managed to survive one week of being grounded. Now he only had three more weeks to wait out… without Peter. Oddly enough, after the disastrous start the previous Monday, the week had turned out fairly placid. Decker had kept his distance after the public humiliation Peter put him through, and none of his “minions” from the football team had attempted anything, either. It was as though they were purposefully ignoring both Peter and Gabriel. Pleased though he was about being left alone for once, Gabriel couldn’t help feeling that there was something… unnatural about the whole thing. That was just the word to describe it. Unnatural. After what happened, Decker had a good reason wanting to beat them both half to death.
Peter smiled, despite the negative reply. He knew that if it were up to Gabriel, they’d be spending every moment of their free time together.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, reaching up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. “I just thought I’d ask.”
While Peter’s touch sent little jolts of pleasure tingling through his skin, Gabriel reflexively reacted by sweeping his gaze over the surroundings to see if anyone was watching. They had left the school building through a side exit which was never crowded, and they seemed to be in the clear for now, but one never knew…
“Gabriel… you need to learn to relax,” Peter said, passing the pad of his thumb lightly over the other’s full lips. Oh, how he longed to kiss those lips now. Gabriel was still a pretty clumsy and insecure kisser, but that mouth of his was simply made to be ravaged. A mental image – something Peter had fantasized about since their weekend together – of those godlike lips wrapped around his cock appeared in his head, and Peter could feel the sensation travelling straight to his groin. Fortunately the pants he wore were loose and able to cover up any signs of a budding erection.
The difference in height required Peter to stand on his tiptoes, but this didn’t stop him from pulling Gabriel in for a kiss. At first the watchmaker’s son’s entire body went taut, and he even made a half-hearted attempt to pull away.
“No one’s here, no one can see us…” Peter murmured, lips against Gabriel’s cheek. “I’m sorry, but I just had to do that. You’re too damn irresistible!”
A small chuckle escaped Gabriel’s lips before Peter sought them out again, and this time the taller boy did not resist. It was a chaste kiss, no tongue involved, but the emotion behind it was undeniable. It was their first actual kiss for the week and both intended to make it last.
When they finally withdrew from each other, Gabriel’s cheeks were hot and tinged with pink. He licked his lips, still tasting Peter on them and wanting to savour that taste for as long as possible. How would he be able to last three more weeks without being intimate with Peter? Gabriel’s heart ached at the thought of spending every night holed up in his shitty little room miles away from his boyfriend, with nothing but his own thoughts for company.
“I should go now…” the watchmaker’s son murmured, reluctantly parting from the other. “I have to catch the bus, or I’ll be late and mom will be on my case again.”
“I know,” Peter sighed, cupping Gabriel’s face in his hands, pleased that his boyfriend leaned into the touch. “Call me, okay? Anything at all, just give me a ring.”
Gabriel nodded, currently too busy forcing himself to pull away from Peter to even consider how he might get near the phone without either of his parents around to eavesdrop.
“Goodbye, Peter. S-see you next week?”
“Always. If not sooner,” Peter grinned. He let their fingers remain entwined for as long as possible before finally letting Gabriel break the contact and walk away. If only his boyfriend knew what Peter had planned for tonight…
Another pair of eyes, heavy with make-up, gleefully watched the emotional farewell from a place well-hidden in the shadows. Trisha Campbell’s bright pink lips were drawn into a devilish smile as it dawned on her why Peter Petrelli was so bent on protecting the four-eyed freak with the hideous buck teeth. What she had just witnessed take place between the two boys could change the entire outcome of this war.
*
Decker Williams rewarded his girlfriend with one sidelong glance when Trisha opened the door to his BMW and smoothly slid into the front seat next to him. He had not yet seen the smug grin plastered on her face.
“I thought you were supposed to be following Petrelli,” he said.
“I was,” the cheerleader replied nonchalantly. “There’s no need to, anymore.”
“And why is that? I wanna know what that little motherfucker does after every second of his free time. You have to know your enemy to defeat him, Trisha.”
The girl threw her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder and gave a melodramatic sigh. “You wanna know what I found out or not?”
“You mean you actually found out something I could use?”
“You bet I did. Buck tooth, you know? Petrelli and him are an item.”
Decker’s jaw dropped with an audible click. “You’re shittin’ me?”
Trisha shook her head. “Nope. I saw them kiss fifteen minutes ago on the yard at school.”
“You’re saying Petrelli’s a faggot?” Decker couldn’t help but sounding surprised. He wondered why the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before. Buck tooth being a pansy was not all that hard to imagine, but Petrelli… The football player had to admit it was bad enough to get his ass kicked by a guy half his size. If the guy in question was also a faggot…
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. And he’s very protective of his “boyfriend”, too. I thought maybe we could use that to our advantage.”
The star quarterback laughed wildly, drumming his hands against the wheel of the car. His right index finger still ached when he made certain movements, but at least he could participate in football practice again. He grabbed Trisha’s hair none-too-gently and pulled her in for a rough kiss, smashing her lips against his own and smearing her lipstick over them both. It must have hurt, but the girl just laughed, fisting her own hand in Decker’s auburn crew cut.
“Who’s your girl?” she demanded, playfully biting his lower lip.
“You! Forever and always.”
TBC...