Kisses featuring Nathan
Jun. 18th, 2010 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticLater Peter would never be able to explain how, but he had felt it. He knew he did. Even though his body basically shut itself down and his mind was trapped in his nightmare, Peter felt it.
Nathan’s fingers combing through his hair. Nathan’s mouth pressing up against his forehead. Nathan’s love, his worry, his strength.
Peter felt all of those things and maybe it was feeling it that helped him come back.
--
He piloted the toy boat over the carpet, making cannon noises. But of course none of the cannons hit their target. Peter picked up his action figure of Peter Pan to fly the hero over the boat. Pan was in the middle of another battle against the crew of the Jolly Roger. Captain Hook ordered more cannons but Pan was too quick, dodging every one as they tried to shoot him out of the sky.
“Pete, I’m going out,” Nathan announced.
“Uh huh.” Peter barely looked up from his game.
“Pete?” Nathan stood over the boy, eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you too old to be playing with those?”
“I can never be too old,” Peter answered matter-of-factly. “Not if I want to be Peter Pan.”
“Yeah, right.” Nathan leaned down, kissing his brother on the nose. Peter curled his nose, making a face.
“Now that I’m too old for.”
--
He stuck his head into the room to see how Nathan was doing. It looked like he was having trouble with the flower he was supposed to pin on his jacket. With an endearing smile Peter reached out to help him.
“Thanks, Pete,” Nathan sighed.
“Hey, even you’re allowed to be nervous on your wedding day,” Peter answered playfully. “And when are you going to start calling me ‘Peter’?”
“Probably never,” Nathan teased. Peter made a face, swatting his brother harmlessly. Nathan chuckled, ruffling the teenager’s hair. Outside they could hear the music starting. Nathan put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, Pete.”
“Heidi’s the one who needs the luck,” Peter retorted. But under his breath, he added: “Good luck, Nate.”
--
Peter choked down his sobs, struggling to compose himself as he knocked on the door. His cheeks were still wet though so he wiped at them with the sleeve of his Mets pajamas. When the door opened a very disheveled Nathan stood on the other side.
“Pete?” he croaked out sleepily. “What are you doing here?”
“I had a bad dream,” the boy sniffled. “Can I sleep with you?”
“Of course you can,” Nathan answered, his expression softening to a fond smile. He hoisted the boy into the air and carried him inside. Once they were in bed Peter snuggled up against his older brother.
“Night-night, Nate,” the boy mumbled, planting a wet kiss on his brother’s mouth.
“Night-night, Pete,” Nathan returned.
Nathan’s fingers combing through his hair. Nathan’s mouth pressing up against his forehead. Nathan’s love, his worry, his strength.
Peter felt all of those things and maybe it was feeling it that helped him come back.
--
He piloted the toy boat over the carpet, making cannon noises. But of course none of the cannons hit their target. Peter picked up his action figure of Peter Pan to fly the hero over the boat. Pan was in the middle of another battle against the crew of the Jolly Roger. Captain Hook ordered more cannons but Pan was too quick, dodging every one as they tried to shoot him out of the sky.
“Pete, I’m going out,” Nathan announced.
“Uh huh.” Peter barely looked up from his game.
“Pete?” Nathan stood over the boy, eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you too old to be playing with those?”
“I can never be too old,” Peter answered matter-of-factly. “Not if I want to be Peter Pan.”
“Yeah, right.” Nathan leaned down, kissing his brother on the nose. Peter curled his nose, making a face.
“Now that I’m too old for.”
--
He stuck his head into the room to see how Nathan was doing. It looked like he was having trouble with the flower he was supposed to pin on his jacket. With an endearing smile Peter reached out to help him.
“Thanks, Pete,” Nathan sighed.
“Hey, even you’re allowed to be nervous on your wedding day,” Peter answered playfully. “And when are you going to start calling me ‘Peter’?”
“Probably never,” Nathan teased. Peter made a face, swatting his brother harmlessly. Nathan chuckled, ruffling the teenager’s hair. Outside they could hear the music starting. Nathan put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, Pete.”
“Heidi’s the one who needs the luck,” Peter retorted. But under his breath, he added: “Good luck, Nate.”
--
Peter choked down his sobs, struggling to compose himself as he knocked on the door. His cheeks were still wet though so he wiped at them with the sleeve of his Mets pajamas. When the door opened a very disheveled Nathan stood on the other side.
“Pete?” he croaked out sleepily. “What are you doing here?”
“I had a bad dream,” the boy sniffled. “Can I sleep with you?”
“Of course you can,” Nathan answered, his expression softening to a fond smile. He hoisted the boy into the air and carried him inside. Once they were in bed Peter snuggled up against his older brother.
“Night-night, Nate,” the boy mumbled, planting a wet kiss on his brother’s mouth.
“Night-night, Pete,” Nathan returned.