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[medicpetrelli]

Living away from home for the first time was proving more difficult than Peter thought it would be. He had big dreams of freedom and being an adult, but when it came down to it he missed his bed, he missed home cooking, and he missed getting to see everyone for dinner. Including Nathan.

Fortunately, because he came from money he was able to get an

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[notabadguy]

Sometimes Nathan wondered why he had picked this career. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he really hadn't, and this was just what he was always set out to do

[medicpetrelli]

Peter had just taken off his messenger bag and set it on his bed when he heard his phone vibrating away in the front pocket flap. He dug through past pencils, pens, erasers, and a calculator until he found it.

He was content to look at the caller ID and toss it away, assuming it'd be one of the many girls who had approached him the entire week, but of course it was the most important person in his life.

Peter smiled and flipped the phone open, his heart thumping wildly when he spoke and waited for Nathan's voice.

"Thought you'd never call to check up on me."

((hurr durr apartment. read, csilla. lol))

[notabadguy]

Nathan's mood improved the moment he heard his brother's voice. Peter sounded so happy that it was him, "Hey, better yet, I'm downstairs. But I forgot your apartment number, so buzz me in."

He looked around. At least the neighborhood wasn't awful. The people were too artsy for his tastes, but Peter always liked that ridiculous sort of thing.

((PFFFF its totally okay XD I was willing to swing with it either way))

[medicpetrelli]

His eyes widened, even if Nathan wasn't there to see it. But he was there, just downstairs! Without answering him Peter went to the door and buzzed his brother in so he could come up. "Why are you here? I mean...that sounded wrong. Is everything okay?"

Honestly he hadn't expected Nathan to make an effort to see him. In Peter's mind he would've needed to pay for a cab to his brother's place for that to happen. "Apartment 26A," he added. "Write it down, old man." He'd only told Nathan his address about fifteen times before leaving for school.

[medicpetrelli]

He didn't feel like talking about this. Not when he was already so homesick. Peter expertly changed the subject, trying not to show how hurt he was that Nathan didn't think he'd have a future as a nurse. Arthur, he could roll his eyes at. Angela he could get over. But not Nathan.

"I had a dream the other night that you and I were flying around, over the city. It was cool."

He hailed them a cab like a pro and got in first, sliding all the way over. "We were doing loops and flying through clouds and stuff." Peter must have fallen asleep reading a Superman comic that night. He couldn't remember.

[notabadguy]

Nathan frowned at Peter's not so subtle change in subject. He didn't appreciate it one bit. Peter's future was important and he knew their parents would never get through to him. Hell, they weren't even around most of the time. He probably learned this nurse stuff from all the nannies who raised him.

Sliding into the cab, he gave the cabbie the address of the store, closing the door, "You read too many comics. That's why you want to save the world." But it was more than that and Nathan knew it. He just didn't want to instigate it, because Peter would only get hurt and taken advantage of, by trying to help everyone.

"Pete, listen to me. I get that you want to help people, but there are plenty of ways to do that on the side. Why are you so stuck on this? Explain it to me, so I can understand."

[medicpetrelli]

Not this again. He'd failed at changing the subject, apparently.

Peter tucked his hair back and looked out the window, then drummed his fingers on the door. "Nate, I've tried to explain it. You won't understand no matter how many times I tell you." But okay. He'd say it again, like a broken record. "I just have a soft spot for people who are sick and going through awful things. They shouldn't be alone...they should have the best of care. They should have someone with them to keep them company through the pain, and I want to be that person."

Plus there was that entire summer in high school he spent investigating hospice nurses, and finding out there were a lot of crooked people out there. Nurses who would steal medication from their patients and let them die painfully. Nurses who didn't care. He could do a lot better, and actually make a difference.

"Plus I wanna be a medic some day. Work my way up and help in all kinds of situations. I think it'd be cool to ride in the back of an ambulance and give someone CPR."

[notabadguy]

Nathan hadn't been listening much before. That was the problem. Peter started on about helping and nursing and he pretty much tuned it out. This time, he would try to listen more.

"You have a soft spot for everyone," Nathan sighed, looking at his little brother. When he spoke about this, he had this look in his eyes. Admittedly, he loved that look. He would never do what the rest of their family did. But that was okay. He never did when he was younger, either. Peter had no idea how many times Nathan defended him against their father, glad that he wouldn't grow up like him. So what was he doing? Why was he acting like he'd be so disappointed?

He'd even ignore how silly the fact that Peter wanted to ride around in the back of ambulances sounded.

"You know what?" He said thoughtfully, "That's fine. You want to help people? You should." Maybe the nurse thing was a phase. Maybe he'd end up being a doctor, "If you want me to tell dad you're taking pre-law classes next semester, I'll do that."

[notabadguy]

"I didn't say that. It would be weird if you thought I was God." It was nice at times, though, he had to admit. But for the most part, he thought Peter could use to worship him a little less. That's probably how this whole damn thing started.

He pursed his lips, looking over at Peter, "That shirt happened to look nice on you. Next Christmas I'll get you a bib."

[medicpetrelli]

"That shirt was boring," he said, giving Nathan a shove over the bib comment. "Get me a red one. Its a cool color and ketchup won't show up on it." Peter grinned, wishing he could glide on the cart but Nathan had his paws on it this time.

"Can we go now? I'm hungry." Talking about ketchup made him think about burgers which made his stomach growl loudly.

[notabadguy]

"That shirt was respectable and made you look like a decent adult." Not like the rest of his clothes. But whatever. Peter could wear whatever he wanted, as long as he knew how to dress when it really mattered. "I'll get you a whole set of bibs for every occasion."

Nathan pushed the cart toward the front of the store, "Yeah, we'll go back to your place to drop this stuff off and then we can grab a bite to eat, alright?"

[medicpetrelli]

Maybe he didn't want to be an adult, or a Nathan clone. Not yet anyways.

"Can we get burgers and fries?" Peter silently prayed that Nathan wouldn't make him eat at a fancy place where he couldn't even read everything on the menu. He put a hand on the side of the cart and walked towards the checkout lanes with Nathan.

[notabadguy]

"I bet I could pay you enough for you to call me sir, but I wouldn't have to." Oh, he'd get Peter to call him sir alright. Just for that.

Nathan rolled his eyes when Peter flirted with the waitress. As if that would ever happen when he was sitting right there. "Thank you," he turned on his best smile and sure enough, her eyes remained on him, not the scrawny eighteen year old brother of his.

"You want me to leave so you can go fuck her?" He said anyway, once she walked off.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter glared at Nathan and then punctuated his glare with a hmph. He crossed his arms over his chest like a kid and watched her leave. Of course she'd like Nathan more...Nathan was older and handsome and wore nice clothes. Peter was just a young college scrub who looked like a dope and had a screwed up mouth.

At least that's how he saw himself after losing that battle with the waitress. "No," he said sullenly.

[notabadguy]

"Oh come on, don't get so bent out of shape. You got plenty of numbers this week, didn't you?" He didn't really feel all that bad about the waitress.

"Besides, in a little while you'll end up with the person you really want to be with anyway, so don't look so put out," he said casually, taking a sip of his Coke.

[medicpetrelli]

Damn cocky Nathan. Peter let out another humph for good measure and decided to try his milkshake. It was nice and thick so he had to suck really hard to get it up through the straw. He made sure to look at Nathan while he tried, hoping it resembled one of Nathan's favorite bedroom acts.

Peter wasn't good at many things, but blowjobs? Well, his lips made him a natural, and his eagerness was the icing on that cake.

[notabadguy]

Nathan let out a long breath, thinking about every little thing Peter just mentioned. Jesus, he wanted him so badly. He wanted to fuck Peter so hard that he'd feel it till next weekend, then fuck him again.

Undoing his cuffs, he pulled his shirt off all the way, tossing it over his jacket on the chair. He let out a soft hum at the feel of Peter's breath against his groin.

"I thought about it here and there, yeah," he said casually, pushing his pants down the rest of the way, then crawling over Peter, pressing him down against his mattress. He reached up, thumbing Peter's lip from his teeth, then leaned in and kissed him.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter wriggled out of his jeans and underwear before Nathan could trap him on the bed with his long, sexy body. Finally, he could feel his brother's skin on his, and run his greedy hands all over Nathan's back. He even let them venture downn to his brother's ass and gave it a feel. Peter wondered why Nathan got the nice body in this deal. He was scraggly and skinny unless he worked out and kept his muscles in decent form, but Nathan had always been this way, it seemed

[notabadguy]

In the very beginning, Nathan had rationalized a lot of how he was feeling toward Peter with the fact that he was like a girl. He only liked women and Peter was so very small and fragile, with beautiful skin and delicate features. But now, it was everything that made him different that he loved so much. It was simply just the fact that it was Peter

[medicpetrelli]

"God, yeah." Peter tipped his head back so that Nathan could get at his long neck, toes curling against his sheets. Peter bent his fingers enough that he can touch Nathan's hands where they're holding his wrists, wanting to feel him even if he's restrained like that.

He lifted his hips up more, clear off the bed, bumping himself into Nathan and letting out a long, needy groan. "C'mon haven't you teased me enough today? Fuck me. Pleeeeease?"

Peter let out a shuddering, hot breath of air and blinked at his ceiling. Stupid, bland ceiling that he stared at every morning when he missed Nathan to death. Now, when he saw it, maybe he'd think of this and everything would be okay.