Title: Blond(e)
Rating: G/PG-13
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Warnings: My comma usage gets sloppy when I'm tired. 
Summary: Nathan brings a blonde back to Peter's apartment ;D. 
Disclaimer: It's NBC/Kring's sand box, I just make dinky dunes there. 
Notes: My first contribution to comment_fic.

“Sorry Pete,” Nathan kicked the door of the apartment shut behind him and tossed his brother the rental DVD. “They were out of Pulp Fiction.”

Peter turned the case over in his hands and pulled a face at the cover. “This is Kill Bill.”

“Like I said,” Nathan went to the kitchen for a beer, expecting to hear the TV turn on and the movie start.

Instead Peter huffed a sigh and crossed his arms.

“What’s the big deal, Pete? It’s still got Uma Thurman in it.”

Peter glared at him with all the maturity -and hostility- of a five year old wronged. “Yeah, but Nathan, she blonde in this one.”

Unable to help the smirk curving his lips, Nathan took a hasty sip of his beer before attempting to respond. “What’s wrong with blondes?”

“Nothing’s wrong with them. But you’re the one with the platinum fetish. Not me.”

Nathan leered in agreement as he raised his bottle in a toast.

Peter snorted, rolled his eyes, and got up from the couch. Stomping to the to his bedroom, he flopped to the mattress and pulled a pillow up to cover his face.

“You’re a brat Peter. Come out of here and watch the movie.” Nathan said as he pulled the pillow away and hit his brother on the chest with it.

Peter turned onto his stomach, prompting Nathan to sigh this time. Little brothers.

He stood up and went to put the rest of his beer in the fridge, wanting it to still be cold by the time they were done. Even if talking Peter out of this mood took relatively little time, the sex to follow would have marathon potential.

Returning to the bedroom, he heaved to the mattress and spooned against the lean line of Peter’s back, breathing against the nape of his neck.

“Don’t forget who I like best, Pete.” Nathan ruffled his brother’s overgrown brown locks affectionately. “And don’t even think about it, you’d look shitty as a blond.”

Peter shifted to look back over his shoulder at his older brother, raising an eyebrow.

“You heard me,” Nathan said gruffly, “and I won’t repeat it, so quit pouting and kiss me.”

Grinning as though he’d never been upset, Peter brought an awkward hand back to Nathan’s cheek as their lips pressed firm together.

End Notes: More flufftastic than originally intended, but I hope enjoyable nonetheless. Cheers :D.