Mini Meme Response #3
Prompt: Restraints (can I has pretty Pete all tied up or handcuffed and blindfolded or something?)
Warnings: consensual but underaged Nathan/Peter
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It started so innocently, just two brothers tossing a football in the yard. In fact, it was such a normal thing to be doing that it was almost odd that a couple of Petrellis were the ones doing it. Still, it was a perfect, warm, fading summer evening and the fireflies were just coming out, and to not play outside on a day like that would be a crime. So it had started as catch and then one of them had decided to start trying to make an end run around the other, and that had lead, somehow, to this.
Peter had come flying down the slope, shoulder down, intent on getting to the "end zone" of the garden. He'd been beautiful in the last gleam of sunlight, bright and healthy and alive, running flat out. Sure he was a skinny little thing, but in that moment, he could have been a runningback. Nathan had almost caught him, just missed him, and taken off after him. Peter hadn't stopped, he'd run on into the gardens, vanishing into the small hedge maze with a child-like shriek as Nathan's hand briefly caught the shoulder of his shirt and then lost it.
And yeah, Nathan could have let him go, and gone inside, and chuckled over the thought of Peter waiting out there in the growing darkness for him to come and catch him...
But instead, he went in after him, shouting threats and following Peter by the sound of his crashing footfalls and panting breaths.
He caught up in the center of the maze, while Peter looked around, probably trying to remember which of the three other paths lead out. The grass was soft and springy here, so he had no qualms about lunging and tackling him as he shrieked again in playful panic.
The football went squirting away and Peter shoved at him and pulled helplessly, trying to get away from Nathan's wrestling hold.
"Where you going?" Nathan laughed, ecstatic and breathless with the thrill of the chase and the catch. "You're not going anywhere."
He had Peter's slim boy legs wrapped in his own, immobile, and he was trying to catch Peter's flailing hands and avoid his thrashing head. "Hey, hey. Give up!"
He got one wrist and pinned it down, but that left him holding his own weight with his other hand.
"Arrrrrgh," Peter said, grabbing the grass with his free hand and trying to drag himself free and laughing so hard he was barely coherent. "Bad man. Let me go! Oh my god, this is child abuse! Call 911!"
Nathan snorted. "You are not a child." If nothing else, the amusing fact that Peter had an erection that Nathan could clearly feel against his hip proved that, but for the sake of Peter's dignity, he decided to let Peter continue to assume he hadn't noticed. Nathan could remember being a teenager all too well.
He tried to tuck Peter's captured hand between them, holding it in place with his chest, but as soon as he reached for the other one, Peter got the first free.
"Damn it," Nathan muttered. He glanced around the small clearing, and oh, jackpot, the gardener's had left some cloth ties behind. Perfect.
Nathan lunged for them, knowing it would let Peter briefly escape, but also knowing that Peter wouldn't even have the time to scramble to his feet before he was on him again. As he was.
Peter's eyes went wide when he realized Nathan's intentions. "Oh, you are so not--"
But he did. Oh, yes. First his wrists, then his elbows, restraining Peter's arms to a prayer-like position over his chest, and then his ankles. Hog-tied.
Nathan smirked with satisfaction and sat himself on Peter's stomach, about to declare his victory and then maybe walk off for a little while, telling Peter he'd be back in the morning.
But... Peter had gone strangely quiet and still. Nathan's heart stuttered, thinking he'd hurt him somehow in the scuffle without realizing it, maybe he'd broken something vital--
But no, Peter shifted slightly under him, and his eyes were awake and aware, looking up at him.
"Pete? You okay?"
He did look a little... dazed.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, um." He took a deep, shaky breath, that pushed his stomach up and out against Nathan's thighs and his groin. Peter gave a small, frantic laugh. "Um. Uncle?"
Nathan leaned back slightly, trying to read his expression. It brought him back an inch or two down Peter's torso and up against--
Peter moaned.
Oh. The lightbulb went on.
Something very complicated flashed through Nathan's entire body, and instead of laughing, he leaned back a little bit more, putting a little more pressure and weight just there.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, "Okay, okay, I'm embarrassed, you win. Can we stop now?"
"Do you want to?" Nathan heard himself say, perfectly seriously, perfectly smoothly.
Yeah, he was older now, but he could remember this age. He could remember how constant and awful the craving was, and he could remember how good it felt to soothe it for awhile, no matter who it was with. He'd learned a lot more than his parents knew at that all-boys boarding school.
Peter exhaled sharply. "Wait. What?"
Nathan was moving with a bit more purpose now, rocking his hips side to side and smiling down at him, watching his face for any sign that he'd moved past confused and into genuinely upset.
"Haven't you ever played doctor, Pete?" He was firmly over Peter's groin by then, rocking slowly, pressing his own hardening cock against Peter's, letting him know that he wasn't alone and it wasn't that weird.
"Are you fucking with me?" Peter said, past confused and into suspicious.
Nathan mock-frowned. "No, Peter. Fucking involves having clothes off." He punctuated this pronouncement with a stronger shove of his hips.
Peter's head fell back and he whimpered. "Oh, my God. Don't stop. Please don't ever, ever stop." His bound hands curled into fists against each other.
"You sure about that?" Nathan purred. He was still humping him. He'd leaned forward on his hands for a better angle. Oh, that was starting to feel really, really good. "Because... there are other things I could do if I stopped..."
"Oh, God," Peter mewed, arching up against him. "Did I hit my head? Did I die?"
Nathan smiled down at him, his heart pounding with a powerful surge of love and affection. Oh, Pete. I could show you things you've never even dreamed of...
And he wanted to. He wanted to show Peter all the amazing things his body could do... and feel. And if he were to be perfectly honest, he'd missed the feeling of men's bodies... He missed the bulk of a cock in his mouth. It had been a long, long time.
He swung his leg over Peter, getting beside him instead of over him. He looked him straight in the eye. "Pete. Tell me if you want me to stop. Just say stop and I will. Okay?"
Peter nodded wildly. "Yeah. I will. But don't." He pushed his hips up, letting his knees fall open as much as he could with his bound ankles.
Nathan paused again before touching his fly. "Anyone ever give you a blowjob?"
Peter shook his head just as frantically. "No. No way. Uh. My girlfriend, a few months ago she kinda... rubbed me through my pants... but... that's all. And we broke up, anyway. Are you gonna--Oh, man."
Nathan smiled again, suddenly a bit shy. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes! I mean--if you want to... Oh, God. This is crazy. I can't believe you're--" But then Nathan grabbed him through his pants, stroking him firmly, and Peter trailed off with a, "Holy shit."
"Yeah," Nathan murmured, "It's better when it's harder, isn't it? Girls don't know that at first. They're shy. They don't wanna hurt you." He kept stroking him, firm and long rubs with the base of his palm.
Peter was gorgeous lost in pleasure... his head rolled back, his body arched up, his fists clenched tight. "Oh. Oh. Yeah..."
Yeah, that was right. That was it. Oh, Peter. Amazing boy.
Nathan found the tongue of his zipper and eased it down, pulling up on it to keep it from catching his cock. Peter's breath staggered as Nathan reached inside, through the fly of his briefs to the hard, hot flesh beneath. Nathan's own dick throbbed in his pants as he eased Peter's out into the warm evening air. Not too big yet, but respectable enough, and Peter was still growing.
Nathan knee-walked backwards until he could drop down on his elbows, still holding Peter's cock in one hand. He gave it a little shake and glanced up Peter's body. "You still okay?"
"Nrrgh," Peter moaned.
That sounded like a 'yes.'
He ducked his head and slipped Peter's cock into his mouth.
"Ho-ly shit," Peter said.
And yeah, yeah, that was it, exactly. Hot and hard. It felt bigger in his mouth than it had in his hand, hard and round on his tongue, salty at the tip and smoothly flavorless down the shaft. Nathan moaned around it, pushing down as far as he could go, until the head of it pushed against his throat and made him cough. He'd just started to pull back when Peter's hips jerked suddenly and Nathan's mouth flooded with bitter-salty-wet.
"Gah," was Peter's only comment as Nathan swallowed reflexively, then pushed down and sucked harder intentionally, pulling a few aftershocks out of him, rolling the taste of the small spurts on his tongue.
He sat back with his eyes shut, feeling that taste on his tongue, analyzing it, compartmentalizing it. Sitting up made him realize how hard his own cock was.
Peter rolled to his side, still bound, still with his softening cock hanging out. His eyes were on Nathan's groin.
"Are you going to let me..."
Nathan shook his head. "No," he said. "Not this time," he added.
This time. Would there be other times? He hadn't thought that far ahead.
Peter squirmed a bit, as if settling in on the springy grass. His eyes were half-lidded, drowsy and content. "At least get yourself off," he said. "Come on. That looks uncomfortable."
Nathan swallowed hard, but it didn't clear the taste of come from his mouth. He was glad. "No. I shouldn't."
Cold reality was settling in alongside the night chill. He reached for the ties, undoing them, freeing Peter. Once they were off, Peter sat up, rubbing his wrists and rolling his ankles.
"We should go," Nathan said, starting to get up. Peter caught him by the arm and pulled him back down, facing him.
"Hey," he said. "Thanks." He had Nathan by the collar, and he held on, not letting him move as he leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. "Next time."
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End
Warnings: consensual but underaged Nathan/Peter
***
It started so innocently, just two brothers tossing a football in the yard. In fact, it was such a normal thing to be doing that it was almost odd that a couple of Petrellis were the ones doing it. Still, it was a perfect, warm, fading summer evening and the fireflies were just coming out, and to not play outside on a day like that would be a crime. So it had started as catch and then one of them had decided to start trying to make an end run around the other, and that had lead, somehow, to this.
Peter had come flying down the slope, shoulder down, intent on getting to the "end zone" of the garden. He'd been beautiful in the last gleam of sunlight, bright and healthy and alive, running flat out. Sure he was a skinny little thing, but in that moment, he could have been a runningback. Nathan had almost caught him, just missed him, and taken off after him. Peter hadn't stopped, he'd run on into the gardens, vanishing into the small hedge maze with a child-like shriek as Nathan's hand briefly caught the shoulder of his shirt and then lost it.
And yeah, Nathan could have let him go, and gone inside, and chuckled over the thought of Peter waiting out there in the growing darkness for him to come and catch him...
But instead, he went in after him, shouting threats and following Peter by the sound of his crashing footfalls and panting breaths.
He caught up in the center of the maze, while Peter looked around, probably trying to remember which of the three other paths lead out. The grass was soft and springy here, so he had no qualms about lunging and tackling him as he shrieked again in playful panic.
The football went squirting away and Peter shoved at him and pulled helplessly, trying to get away from Nathan's wrestling hold.
"Where you going?" Nathan laughed, ecstatic and breathless with the thrill of the chase and the catch. "You're not going anywhere."
He had Peter's slim boy legs wrapped in his own, immobile, and he was trying to catch Peter's flailing hands and avoid his thrashing head. "Hey, hey. Give up!"
He got one wrist and pinned it down, but that left him holding his own weight with his other hand.
"Arrrrrgh," Peter said, grabbing the grass with his free hand and trying to drag himself free and laughing so hard he was barely coherent. "Bad man. Let me go! Oh my god, this is child abuse! Call 911!"
Nathan snorted. "You are not a child." If nothing else, the amusing fact that Peter had an erection that Nathan could clearly feel against his hip proved that, but for the sake of Peter's dignity, he decided to let Peter continue to assume he hadn't noticed. Nathan could remember being a teenager all too well.
He tried to tuck Peter's captured hand between them, holding it in place with his chest, but as soon as he reached for the other one, Peter got the first free.
"Damn it," Nathan muttered. He glanced around the small clearing, and oh, jackpot, the gardener's had left some cloth ties behind. Perfect.
Nathan lunged for them, knowing it would let Peter briefly escape, but also knowing that Peter wouldn't even have the time to scramble to his feet before he was on him again. As he was.
Peter's eyes went wide when he realized Nathan's intentions. "Oh, you are so not--"
But he did. Oh, yes. First his wrists, then his elbows, restraining Peter's arms to a prayer-like position over his chest, and then his ankles. Hog-tied.
Nathan smirked with satisfaction and sat himself on Peter's stomach, about to declare his victory and then maybe walk off for a little while, telling Peter he'd be back in the morning.
But... Peter had gone strangely quiet and still. Nathan's heart stuttered, thinking he'd hurt him somehow in the scuffle without realizing it, maybe he'd broken something vital--
But no, Peter shifted slightly under him, and his eyes were awake and aware, looking up at him.
"Pete? You okay?"
He did look a little... dazed.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, um." He took a deep, shaky breath, that pushed his stomach up and out against Nathan's thighs and his groin. Peter gave a small, frantic laugh. "Um. Uncle?"
Nathan leaned back slightly, trying to read his expression. It brought him back an inch or two down Peter's torso and up against--
Peter moaned.
Oh. The lightbulb went on.
Something very complicated flashed through Nathan's entire body, and instead of laughing, he leaned back a little bit more, putting a little more pressure and weight just there.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, "Okay, okay, I'm embarrassed, you win. Can we stop now?"
"Do you want to?" Nathan heard himself say, perfectly seriously, perfectly smoothly.
Yeah, he was older now, but he could remember this age. He could remember how constant and awful the craving was, and he could remember how good it felt to soothe it for awhile, no matter who it was with. He'd learned a lot more than his parents knew at that all-boys boarding school.
Peter exhaled sharply. "Wait. What?"
Nathan was moving with a bit more purpose now, rocking his hips side to side and smiling down at him, watching his face for any sign that he'd moved past confused and into genuinely upset.
"Haven't you ever played doctor, Pete?" He was firmly over Peter's groin by then, rocking slowly, pressing his own hardening cock against Peter's, letting him know that he wasn't alone and it wasn't that weird.
"Are you fucking with me?" Peter said, past confused and into suspicious.
Nathan mock-frowned. "No, Peter. Fucking involves having clothes off." He punctuated this pronouncement with a stronger shove of his hips.
Peter's head fell back and he whimpered. "Oh, my God. Don't stop. Please don't ever, ever stop." His bound hands curled into fists against each other.
"You sure about that?" Nathan purred. He was still humping him. He'd leaned forward on his hands for a better angle. Oh, that was starting to feel really, really good. "Because... there are other things I could do if I stopped..."
"Oh, God," Peter mewed, arching up against him. "Did I hit my head? Did I die?"
Nathan smiled down at him, his heart pounding with a powerful surge of love and affection. Oh, Pete. I could show you things you've never even dreamed of...
And he wanted to. He wanted to show Peter all the amazing things his body could do... and feel. And if he were to be perfectly honest, he'd missed the feeling of men's bodies... He missed the bulk of a cock in his mouth. It had been a long, long time.
He swung his leg over Peter, getting beside him instead of over him. He looked him straight in the eye. "Pete. Tell me if you want me to stop. Just say stop and I will. Okay?"
Peter nodded wildly. "Yeah. I will. But don't." He pushed his hips up, letting his knees fall open as much as he could with his bound ankles.
Nathan paused again before touching his fly. "Anyone ever give you a blowjob?"
Peter shook his head just as frantically. "No. No way. Uh. My girlfriend, a few months ago she kinda... rubbed me through my pants... but... that's all. And we broke up, anyway. Are you gonna--Oh, man."
Nathan smiled again, suddenly a bit shy. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes! I mean--if you want to... Oh, God. This is crazy. I can't believe you're--" But then Nathan grabbed him through his pants, stroking him firmly, and Peter trailed off with a, "Holy shit."
"Yeah," Nathan murmured, "It's better when it's harder, isn't it? Girls don't know that at first. They're shy. They don't wanna hurt you." He kept stroking him, firm and long rubs with the base of his palm.
Peter was gorgeous lost in pleasure... his head rolled back, his body arched up, his fists clenched tight. "Oh. Oh. Yeah..."
Yeah, that was right. That was it. Oh, Peter. Amazing boy.
Nathan found the tongue of his zipper and eased it down, pulling up on it to keep it from catching his cock. Peter's breath staggered as Nathan reached inside, through the fly of his briefs to the hard, hot flesh beneath. Nathan's own dick throbbed in his pants as he eased Peter's out into the warm evening air. Not too big yet, but respectable enough, and Peter was still growing.
Nathan knee-walked backwards until he could drop down on his elbows, still holding Peter's cock in one hand. He gave it a little shake and glanced up Peter's body. "You still okay?"
"Nrrgh," Peter moaned.
That sounded like a 'yes.'
He ducked his head and slipped Peter's cock into his mouth.
"Ho-ly shit," Peter said.
And yeah, yeah, that was it, exactly. Hot and hard. It felt bigger in his mouth than it had in his hand, hard and round on his tongue, salty at the tip and smoothly flavorless down the shaft. Nathan moaned around it, pushing down as far as he could go, until the head of it pushed against his throat and made him cough. He'd just started to pull back when Peter's hips jerked suddenly and Nathan's mouth flooded with bitter-salty-wet.
"Gah," was Peter's only comment as Nathan swallowed reflexively, then pushed down and sucked harder intentionally, pulling a few aftershocks out of him, rolling the taste of the small spurts on his tongue.
He sat back with his eyes shut, feeling that taste on his tongue, analyzing it, compartmentalizing it. Sitting up made him realize how hard his own cock was.
Peter rolled to his side, still bound, still with his softening cock hanging out. His eyes were on Nathan's groin.
"Are you going to let me..."
Nathan shook his head. "No," he said. "Not this time," he added.
This time. Would there be other times? He hadn't thought that far ahead.
Peter squirmed a bit, as if settling in on the springy grass. His eyes were half-lidded, drowsy and content. "At least get yourself off," he said. "Come on. That looks uncomfortable."
Nathan swallowed hard, but it didn't clear the taste of come from his mouth. He was glad. "No. I shouldn't."
Cold reality was settling in alongside the night chill. He reached for the ties, undoing them, freeing Peter. Once they were off, Peter sat up, rubbing his wrists and rolling his ankles.
"We should go," Nathan said, starting to get up. Peter caught him by the arm and pulled him back down, facing him.
"Hey," he said. "Thanks." He had Nathan by the collar, and he held on, not letting him move as he leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. "Next time."
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End