Eighteen and Life - Peter and Nathan
Character: Peter and Nathan
Genre: gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompts:
What knockers! for scifi_muses Vol3.Week29
Notes:
For my brothers not_a_billain and reanimathan
“This is crazy, you know that right?” I stumbled a couple of times as Nathan pushed and dragged me along. The blindfold he’d tied around my eyes barely gave me a peek at my shoes. “You tell me to dress up and then you blindfold me. Not much of a surprise party, Nate. Think I figured that out.”
“Just shut up, Peter and duck,” Nathan told me his voice caught his usual bossiness and a chuckle.
I didn’t duck fast enough and caught the side of my head on the car door as he shoved me into the back of the limo. As I settled down tucked against the wall, I could smell the leather of the seat and a hint of old cigar smoke. It smelled like dad, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t going to join us. But I did relax when Nathan slid onto the seat next to me and the door shut.
“So where are we going? Please tell me mom and dad aren’t waiting with a clown and balloons.”
“I promise no mom or dad. I can promise no clowns, but as for balloons there might be some balloons.”
“I’m eighteen. I don’t want balloons, Nathan.” I reached up to tug the blindfold off and felt his knuckles rap on the side of my head. “Hey, no hurting the Peter.”
“No taking off the blindfold. This is my surprise for you, and you will be surprised.” He leaned across me, and I heard the sound of him opening up a couple of bottles of something. Then he pressed a bottle of beer into my hand. “Drink up.”
“You know I’m not old enough to drink. I’ve got three more years, but I can vote now. So this surprise better really good if you want my vote when you run for office.”
“I’m not running for office anytime soon, Pete.” He clinked his bottle against mine, and I felt him sit back into his half of the seat.
“Not as far as dad is concerned. I swear he’s got your entire life plotted out in a PowerPoint somewhere.” The thought of it make me giggle too hard to drink. “There’s dad in his office with a laser pointer, clicking slides to show the progress of his favorite project. In 2002 Nathan will run for Congress.”
“Shut up and drink,” he grumbled and elbowed me. “Don’t be an ass. I don’t run for congress until 2004. I get to work in the family law firm until then.”
“But you don’t want to do it that way do you?” I hoped he didn’t. Didn’t want to think of dad running all of his life like that. He never got a break. Nathan was always on display, and being dragged out like a show dog for Dad’s friends. “I mean not that it’s a bad thing, but you need to have some fun once in awhile.”
“I have fun.” I could feel his mood shift. “Tonight we’ll be having fun for your birthday. Drink your beer. We’ll be there soon.”
“You’re not about to tell me where there is, are you?” I knew that answer too. “I know. What would be the point of blindfolding me if you were going to tell me where we’re going?” After I let out a heavy sigh, I settled back to drink my beer. I had a pretty good idea where we were going, but I wasn’t about to start playing guessing games. I was eighteen now, and that meant I should act like an adult and not pester Nathan. So instead I drank and kept my mouth shut.
My bottle was pretty much empty when the car finally came to a stop. Nathan grabbed my face to make sure I wasn’t peeking before taking my empty bottle out of my hand. I opened my mouth to bitch, but he was already pulling me out through the door. At least he didn’t bash my head on the way out like he did on the way in.
I take a few steps with Nathan gripping my elbow, and then I hear a deep male voice greeting him. There’s a bit of mumbling and a few laughs too. I’m starting to hate this blindfold a lot, but this is Nathan’s surprise. I won’t blow it for him. Even if I want to, and that one beer is starting to hit a bit on my empty stomach.
“Go right in gentlemen, everything is ready for you.”
“Excellent. Come on, Peter. Time for your real party,” Nathan said. Another few steps and I can hear music. The air’s warm when we step inside, and Nathan’s still holding onto me tight. If he keeps this up, I’m going to have a bruise that matches his fingers come morning.
“I know where we are,” I told him as we finally stop, and Nathan tells me to sit down. “You told me about this place.”
“Oh did I?” I could hear the smile in his voice, and then he swatted my fingers again when I tried to take the blindfold off. “Not yet.”
“Come on, Nathan!” I was whining, and I knew it. Then I felt someone else’s fingers trail along my jaw. This someone smelled like perfume, and her long fingernails teased the edge of the blindfold. My eyes widened under the blindfold when I felt her straddle my lap, and her hands pressed against my chest. “Holy shit a strip club?”
“Please we’re Petrellis. It’s a gentleman’s club. Happy Birthday, little brother.” Nathan finally reached over and pulled off the blindfold just as the dancer in my lap shifted up to shove he glitter covered breasts under my nose.
“You’re the best, Nathan.”
“I know, Peter. I know.” He beamed at me and ordered us our first round of drinks. “What are big brothers for? Hope you like redheads.”
Genre: gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompts:
What knockers! for scifi_muses Vol3.Week29
Notes:
For my brothers not_a_billain and reanimathan
“This is crazy, you know that right?” I stumbled a couple of times as Nathan pushed and dragged me along. The blindfold he’d tied around my eyes barely gave me a peek at my shoes. “You tell me to dress up and then you blindfold me. Not much of a surprise party, Nate. Think I figured that out.”
“Just shut up, Peter and duck,” Nathan told me his voice caught his usual bossiness and a chuckle.
I didn’t duck fast enough and caught the side of my head on the car door as he shoved me into the back of the limo. As I settled down tucked against the wall, I could smell the leather of the seat and a hint of old cigar smoke. It smelled like dad, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t going to join us. But I did relax when Nathan slid onto the seat next to me and the door shut.
“So where are we going? Please tell me mom and dad aren’t waiting with a clown and balloons.”
“I promise no mom or dad. I can promise no clowns, but as for balloons there might be some balloons.”
“I’m eighteen. I don’t want balloons, Nathan.” I reached up to tug the blindfold off and felt his knuckles rap on the side of my head. “Hey, no hurting the Peter.”
“No taking off the blindfold. This is my surprise for you, and you will be surprised.” He leaned across me, and I heard the sound of him opening up a couple of bottles of something. Then he pressed a bottle of beer into my hand. “Drink up.”
“You know I’m not old enough to drink. I’ve got three more years, but I can vote now. So this surprise better really good if you want my vote when you run for office.”
“I’m not running for office anytime soon, Pete.” He clinked his bottle against mine, and I felt him sit back into his half of the seat.
“Not as far as dad is concerned. I swear he’s got your entire life plotted out in a PowerPoint somewhere.” The thought of it make me giggle too hard to drink. “There’s dad in his office with a laser pointer, clicking slides to show the progress of his favorite project. In 2002 Nathan will run for Congress.”
“Shut up and drink,” he grumbled and elbowed me. “Don’t be an ass. I don’t run for congress until 2004. I get to work in the family law firm until then.”
“But you don’t want to do it that way do you?” I hoped he didn’t. Didn’t want to think of dad running all of his life like that. He never got a break. Nathan was always on display, and being dragged out like a show dog for Dad’s friends. “I mean not that it’s a bad thing, but you need to have some fun once in awhile.”
“I have fun.” I could feel his mood shift. “Tonight we’ll be having fun for your birthday. Drink your beer. We’ll be there soon.”
“You’re not about to tell me where there is, are you?” I knew that answer too. “I know. What would be the point of blindfolding me if you were going to tell me where we’re going?” After I let out a heavy sigh, I settled back to drink my beer. I had a pretty good idea where we were going, but I wasn’t about to start playing guessing games. I was eighteen now, and that meant I should act like an adult and not pester Nathan. So instead I drank and kept my mouth shut.
My bottle was pretty much empty when the car finally came to a stop. Nathan grabbed my face to make sure I wasn’t peeking before taking my empty bottle out of my hand. I opened my mouth to bitch, but he was already pulling me out through the door. At least he didn’t bash my head on the way out like he did on the way in.
I take a few steps with Nathan gripping my elbow, and then I hear a deep male voice greeting him. There’s a bit of mumbling and a few laughs too. I’m starting to hate this blindfold a lot, but this is Nathan’s surprise. I won’t blow it for him. Even if I want to, and that one beer is starting to hit a bit on my empty stomach.
“Go right in gentlemen, everything is ready for you.”
“Excellent. Come on, Peter. Time for your real party,” Nathan said. Another few steps and I can hear music. The air’s warm when we step inside, and Nathan’s still holding onto me tight. If he keeps this up, I’m going to have a bruise that matches his fingers come morning.
“I know where we are,” I told him as we finally stop, and Nathan tells me to sit down. “You told me about this place.”
“Oh did I?” I could hear the smile in his voice, and then he swatted my fingers again when I tried to take the blindfold off. “Not yet.”
“Come on, Nathan!” I was whining, and I knew it. Then I felt someone else’s fingers trail along my jaw. This someone smelled like perfume, and her long fingernails teased the edge of the blindfold. My eyes widened under the blindfold when I felt her straddle my lap, and her hands pressed against my chest. “Holy shit a strip club?”
“Please we’re Petrellis. It’s a gentleman’s club. Happy Birthday, little brother.” Nathan finally reached over and pulled off the blindfold just as the dancer in my lap shifted up to shove he glitter covered breasts under my nose.
“You’re the best, Nathan.”
“I know, Peter. I know.” He beamed at me and ordered us our first round of drinks. “What are big brothers for? Hope you like redheads.”