Connection
In honour of my recently uplifted spirits, I'm going to do something that I had meant to do a couple of days ago but didn't, due to some circumstances. Things are looking brighter, however, so I think I can post this without feeling like a disrespectful jerk. Hopefully. So, here is the post I had ready for you before:
OH MY GOD, I WROTE A MATHAN. After seeing the hotness that was this picture, I decided to go ahead and try my hand at writing pr0n. Mathan pr0n! Here we gooo!
Title: Connection
Author: biggerbeans
Rating: NC-17 for long things of the law.
Summary: After months alone, Nathan finally feels a connection.
Author's note: Beta'd by the wonderful carmexgirl. Thanks, love! This takes place at the beginning/middle of Season 2. I've never written pr0n before, so I'm sorry if I induce facepalming. Enjoy!
Nathan sat at the kitchen table, swirling a glass of Jack Daniel's in his hand. He closed his eyes,lifted the glass and let the aroma drift into his nose. It was warm, full and perfect. Everything that he wasn't. He brought the glass to his mouth and downed the remainder, concentrating on the burn as it traveled through his throat. It had all gone so wrong. Peter was dead. Heidi and the kids were gone. He'd fallen from grace just in time to see his mother arrested for murder. And here he was, nursing a bottle of Jack's in his Peter's old apartment, doing nothing. Stewing in his own shit. It was maddening when he thought about how he had been, who he had been. He used to be such a go-getter, a man of action. Somebody who made things happen. What happened to that man? Did he die along with Peter? Did he leave with Heidi? Nathan didn't know. Nathan didn't care. That man was dead.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. A few days ago, Nathan began to remember as he poured more of the golden liquid from the bottle, a man had entered his life and finally gave it some semblance of purpose. Matt Parkman wasn't the same as he was the first time they had met. When they had met in Texas Parkman seemed unsure of himself, fumbling for answers, fumbling for questions. He had seen it a million times before with beat cops turned investigators. But something was different now. Parkman seemed seemed confident and knowing, like he was finally beginning to piece together some sort of puzzle. And what a puzzle it was. His mother, Matt's father, Kaito dead, Linderman dead. Matt had said that he wouldn't stop until he figured it all out and that sort of bravado was exactly what Nathan had needed.
Seeing this purpose, this drive in Matt had inspired Nathan. If Parkman could pick himself up from being a lowly beat cop to this confident and strong investigator, then maybe all hope wasn't lost for Nathan. Maybe he could improve, too. No, he would improve....after another glass of Jack's. Nathan downed the rest of his drink and poured another.
Parkman was supposed to visit today. Nathan went to the trouble of picking up some of the junk that was on the floor. If he was being honest with himself, he was excited for Parkman to come over. Time with Parkman meant time away from the bottle. Time with Parkman meant using his brain for something other than self pity. Time with Parkman meant time with somebody that Nathan could actually connect to somehow. But Parkman wasn't here to connect, he thought to himself sadly. Parkman was here to work.
There was a knock on the door. Nathan was surprised to find his heart speeding up, knowing that Parkman was on the other side.
He didn't even bother putting the alcohol away before padding over to the door. He swung it open to reveal Matt Parkman in a crisp suit with several folders tucked under his arm. He looked good in that suit, Nathan noted idly.
“Mr. Petrelli,” Parkman greeted.
“Nathan,” he replied. “Just...Nathan.” He was so shamed with who he had become that even the prefix of 'Mr.' seemed to honorary.
Matt nodded and glided into the room, clearing away some toast crumbs before setting his folders down on the table. “You shaved,” he noted. “You look better.”
Nathan simply nodded. It was nice of Parkman to notice, he supposed. Nathan closed the door and walked over to the table. He thought about putting the Jack Daniel's away, but decided against it. Parkman had already seen it so there was no use trying to hide it now. He slid into the seat across from the police officer.
“Let's talk about Carlos Mendez,” Parkman started, pointing to a man sitting below Kaito Nakamura in the picture Nathan had provided for him the last time they met.. “After a little sniffing around, it turns out he's the father of the deceased artist, Isaac Mendez...”
No pretense, to dilly dallying. Just straight into work. Nathan rather liked that kind of professionalism. “I remember him. Thought he could paint the future.”
“Not 'thought', he could paint the future,” Parkman corrected him. “In a collection of digital copies that his art manager had was one of Kaito, dead. He'd been thrown off of a building.”
“Doesn't mean he can paint the future,” Nathan mumbled.
At this, Parkman leaned across the table towards him. His eyes were eager and bright and there was the ghost of an excited smile on his lips. “Why not? Think about it Nathan. I can read minds. You can fly. Who's to say that Isaac couldn't paint the future?”
Nathan was only half listening at this point. It had caught him off guard how earnest Matt was being. So earnest, in fact, that he was smiling. Nathan hadn't seen anybody smile for a long time. He'd forgotten how good it looked on some people. When Matt's face fell from sincerity to curiosity, Nathan remembered that Parkman was excepting an answer. What had they been talking about? It didn't matter, he supposed. “Uh, yeah. I suppose so.”
Parkman cocked an eyebrow and couldn't help but smirk. “Off in La La Land Nathan? How's the weather?”
Nathan cleared his head with a few good shakes. He was being ridiculous. He needed to refocus. “Isaac. Paintings. Kaito. What does that have to do with my mother?”
“It's all connected,” Parkman insisted, still leaning forward. “We all have these... abilities, and all of our parents are in this picture. It has to be connected somehow...”
Over the next hour he and Parkman were all business. They talked about their parents. They talked about their abilities. They talked about how their parents were connected to their abilities. They grabbed whatever piece of the puzzle they could find and worked with it until it finally fit. Well, Parkman worked it until it fit. While Matt tried to solve the mystery, Nathan had found himself studying his face. His almond eyes which seemed cheery even when drawn in concentration, his full lips which always had the ghost of a smile imprinted on them. The high cheekbones that set his face in a constant state of contentment, the smooth skin that stretched across his handsome features. His expressive hands seeming to have the perfect balance between strength and gentleness.
Matt was looking at him funny. Why was he looking at him funny? Right, telepathic. Shit.
Parkman cast his gaze to the table for a moment before gathering his papers, his tanned skin turning slightly pink. “Well, you've been of great assistance to my investigation, Mr. Petrelli.”
“Nathan,” he insisted, trying to force his body to stop the blood from rushing to his face. “And we aren't done yet, Parkman. My mother is still in jail...”
“I have to get home to my daughter,” Parkman said hastily. He messily shoved papers into folders and stood up to leave. When he did, the poorly balanced dossiers fell and spread across the dingy floor. “Damn it,” he hissed under his breath.
Nathan groaned inwardly and bent to help pick up the fallen files. He didn't know what to say. He was embarrassed, but he wasn't. He wanted Parkman to go almost as much as he wanted him to stay. He'd made a fool of himself, but didn't feel particularly foolish. He reached under the table to grab a piece of paper and his hand brushed up against Matt's own. The spark that Nathan felt fly between their fingers was enough for his heart to skip a precious beat. All of a sudden his head was pounding with blood and Matt looked doubly nervous.
Parkman gathered the rest of his papers and stood to leave. “Thank you,” he paused to clear his throat. “Thank you for your time, Nathan.” He turned to leave.
But Nathan didn't want him to go. He didn't exactly know why, but he didn't. Maybe it was because Parkman was a touch of the real world, the good world, that still existed outside of this dark apartment with its broken dreams. Whatever the reason, Nathan knew he had to stop him. Whatever he had to do, he had to do it fast. Parkman was already opening the door.
“Parkman, wait.”
Matt stopped at the door and turned around. His face was both expectant and scared, embarrassed and even a little put off. “What is it?”
What could he say? That he needed him? That when he was gone, Nathan was left alone with a bottle and nobody to share it with? Those all sounded so pansyish and needy. How could he get Parkman to stay without sounding like a sissy? Then, like a twig snapping under a heavy foot, something familiar happened to Nathan. Like a frightened animal stuck facing a perilous situation Nathan's instincts came rushing forward. The core, the very essence of his being took over and he suddenly knew what to do. It was crazy, but he trusted his instincts more than he trusted his brain.
With more confidence than he had felt in the past four months combined, Nathan stepped forward. He made his way to the door, shut it, and turned to face Parkman. He looked deep into the detective's face, leaned in and kissed him. It was gentle, no more than a brushing of the lips, but in that a fire burst into life. Nathan barely knew this man but something in his core told him that he had to have him. To his surprise, Matt didn't recoil. In fact, he seemed to fall into the kiss, pressing his lips against Nathan's. His instincts were right after all.
They would continue to be right, too, because Nathan gave up everything to them. Deep in his core, something stirred. Deep in his pants, too. Nathan reached an arm up and wrapped it around Parkman's neck, pulling him in closer. He could hear Matt issue a quiet moan. Spreading his fingers across the back of the policeman's head, Nathan slowly parted his lips. Rather than jamming it into Matt's mouth, Nathan began to explore those full, happy lips that he had been staring at earlier. With his eyes closed, he could feel every ridge of Matt's lips, feel the fullness and moisture. A new sensation suddenly met Nathan. Matt had parted his lips and began to explore Nathan's tongue with his own. It was slick and powerful and delicious in his mouth, exploring his palate and swishing along his tongue. Nathan couldn't help but moan.
As the kiss continued, the only sound in the apartment the quiet noises of their mutual exploration, Nathan could sense a change coming over his cheerful cop. Not only could he sense it, he could feel it. Through Parkman's jeans, Nathan could feel a certain hardness begin to grow. A moment later and he found himself pinned against the wall by Matt's bulk, one of the officers powerful thighs pressing between his legs. Parkman's reservations must have flown out the window, because the way he was kissing Nathan was borne of nothing short of pure desire. And really, Nathan didn't mind. Nathan loved to dominate. He loved being in control, but just this once he was willing to let go. He turned his head to the side as Matt's lips left his own and left a warm, wonderful trail down his jawline to his neck.
A welcome warmth blossomed on his stomach as Matt slid a hand underneath his shirt, rising, rising until those strong hands came to rest on his chest. In that moment, his pants seemed to get tighter. God, he couldn't take anymore of this! The constraints of his clothing was too much.
“Parkman,” he said.
Matt didn't acknowledge him. He continued to massage Nathan's chest with one hand and keep the other planted firmly beside the politician's head. Slowly, Matt retraced his kisses, sliding his tongue up the side of Nathan's neck, over his jawline and towards his mouth.
For a moment, Nathan gave in. He thrust his tongue forward into Matt's and issued a quiet moan. Another tightening of his pants. Nathan opened his eyes and broke away from his kiss.
“Parkman,” he said again, with more authority.
Matt looked at Nathan with a sudden worry, as if he had done something terribly wrong.
“Take off my shirt,” Nathan ordered. Even now, he couldn't give up all control.
A moment later, the deed was done and Parkman's tongue and lips began to explore this new territory. Nathan rolled his head back in pleasure as Matt's kisses and licks found one of his nipples. The slick tongue swirled around and pressed down one the right one while Parkman's hand teased the left. This was going much too slow. Nathan liked foreplay and all, but this wasn't a foreplay kind of situation.
He lifted Parkman's head from his nipple and stared into those gentle eyes for a moment before once again attacking the policeman's mouth with his tongue. Slowly, slowly, he guided them both away from the wall to the middle of the floor next to the table. Nathan allowed his knees to buckle and pulled Parkman with him as he fell. With haste, Nathan managed to strip Matt of his shirt and tie, leaving them both topless.
The next move was Parkman's. His policeman's paw slid down Nathan's torso and stomach, leaving a trail of tingling skin in its wake, before running his hand over the soft fabric of Nathan's trousers. Lower, lower and he was finally there. Gently, yet with enough firmness to cause a noticeable reaction, Matt squeezed the quickly hardening bulge between Nathan's legs.
Nathan couldn't help but let out an involuntary gasp of extreme pleasure. It had been too long since anybody had given him any attention down there. Heidi had done her best considering her condition and he did have that romp with the blond in Vegas, but stimulation to that all important organ had been pathetically low for the past year. So Nathan gave in to it and pressed against Matt's hand, lifting one of his legs and throwing it over Matt's. Nathan had thought they had been close before, but now he knew better. He could feel the heat radiating off of Matt's chest, he could feel the sweat seeping from the policeman's skin. Matt released Nathan and suddenly he could feet Parkman's hardness rubbing against his own. Almost. Two pairs of trousers stood in the way. Being both men of action, that problem was soon resolved.
Their tongues withdrew and their lips parted for only a minute as they quickly shimmied out of their pants. Nathan cast a quick glance at Parkman and could see the tip of his growing cock peeking out from under his boxers.
'Touch it...' he heard a voice say in his head. Was the voice his own instincts rushing him forward? Or was it Parkman trying to hurry things along? Nathan didn't care. He reached down, grabbed the elastic band of Matt's boxers and pulled. Like the rest of his being, Matt's cock was full, non-threatening and yet somehow powerful, not to mention insatiably desirable. But before he could do anything to it, Matt had followed Nathan's lead and exposed the politician's own.
Nathan's world flashed white for a moment when Parkman's finger brushed against his still growing cock and he could suddenly wait no longer. Foreplay was over. Groping and fondling and kissing was over. His need was far too great to wait another second. Nathan pushed Matt's shoulder down until the policeman's back was flat against the ground. After a brief run in with Parkman's mouth, Nathan slid his tongue down his neck, between his pecs, all the while their cocks bumping and sliding against one another. Down Nathan went, past Parkman's belly when something irresistibly warm pressed against his chin. Above him, Matt gasped.
But starting at the top was never a good idea. Nathan lowered his head even lower, running his hands across Parkman's heavy thighs, and nosed the policeman's sac for a moment before giving it a quick lick. Matt groaned rather loudly and swore. Nathan dragged his tongue up, gliding past the base of Matt's cock, licking the underside until he came to the head. He could feel Matt quivering below him. Nathan opened his mouth wide and let his tongue lead as he took Matt's heavy cock. Parkman groaned and bucked up, sliding most of his length past Nathan's lips. Nathan closed his eyes and relished in the invasion. Nathan's only experience in this field was limited to a few romps in college, but his instincts were still in charge and they knew what to do.
Running one hand up the length of Parkman's body, Nathan began to suck, letting the other drop below to Matt's sac. He gently rolled them in his hand as his tongue slid up and down Matt's shaft. Above him, Matt was trying desperately not to cry out, letting only pained whimpers escape his tightly closed lips. So Nathan sucked harder, letting his own moans vibrate against Matt's cock. It worked. Matt cried out and in that cry, Nathan's own needs surged forward. He was doing the touching and yet he wasn't being touched.
As if on cue, Matt sat up, almost chocking Nathan as he did. He gathered Nathan up and rolled forward so their positions were switched. Now Nathan lay on his back with Parkman on top of him. Like Nathan had done before, Matt left a trail of kisses down Nathan's body, stopping briefly at this nipples. Unlike Nathan, however, Matt didn't bother with any tricks or distractions when he reached the politician's cock. Nathan's only concern at this point was direct stimulation and Matt seemed to now that. Right, telepathic, Nathan thought for a brief moment before the rest of his thoughts left him.
His member was suddenly engulfed in that warm, gentle, soft mouth of Matt's. Heidi had done the same many times before, but it had been so long and having a man do it was so novel that Nathan was suddenly shot into heaven.
“Parkman. Fuck,” he moaned, placing his hands on Matt's head and guiding it up and down his cock. At this, Matt doubled his efforts, going as far as making sloppy sounds as he sucked Nathan off, rolling his tongue around Nathan's sensitive head. It was too much. It was too soon. If Matt continued to tease his cock as he did, Nathan would come far too soon. Nathan rolled his head on the ground in ecstasy and quickly tried to think of a way to prolong his pleasure without his cock being handled. The answer was obvious and Matt picked up on it straight away.
Matt lifted his lips from Nathan's cock and kissed down the shaft. Flat on his stomach, Matt gathered Nathan's hips in his arms and yanked the smaller man closer, lifting his pelvis slightly. Without pretense, Matt buried his face between Nathan's cheeks and began to lick.
“Oh, fuck!” Nathan cried, banging his head against the ground in a particularly strong throe of pleasure. He reached down, grabbed his buttocks and spread them for Matt. Like Nathan himself, Matt must have experimented a little in college to know that this particular act must be done. Nathan pushed down on Matt's strong, soft tongue, trying to remember to breathe. In the blink of an eye, that softness was replaced by something hard and suddenly Matt's finger was in him, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. A second finger joined the first.
In and out, in and out and Nathan began to grind against those fingers, swiveling his hips and grunting with pleasure. He felt so full with just two fingers that he didn't know if he could handle to girth of Parkman's cock. Somehow in his world of pleasure, Nathan managed to hear something crinkle. He opened his eyes to see Matt tossing his wallet aside having extracted a condom. Despite himself, Nathan had to ask.
“You carry one of those around?”
“I confiscated it from a prostitute when he brought her in for questioning,” Matt said as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth.
“And you want to use that?” Nathan squeaked out before groaning as Matt withdrew his fingers.
“It was still in the wrapper,” Matt offered lamely before rolling the condom onto his still hard cock.
Without hesitation, Nathan rolled his hips upwards and spread his legs farther apart, giving Matt a needy and desperate nod. Matt crawled forward and rested his hands on either side of Nathan's shoulders, positioning his hips between Nathan's legs. Matt spat in his hand and rubbed his wrapped hardness.
Matt rubbed his cock up and down Nathan's slick crack a few times, dry humping him before taking his final position. He glanced down at Nathan below him, who nodded. The sudden heat that enveloped him as he slid slowly into Nathan was almost too much to bear.
Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head and he grimaced slightly at the penetration. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was so great that he didn't care. God, he felt so full! He didn't dare look down his body at the lewd scene for fear that he would come at merely the sight. After a moment for both of them to adjust, Nathan saw Matt's chest begin to rise and fall as he thrust in to him. The feeling was overwhelming. Nathan had been so used to dominating his entire life that to submit like this to someone, especially somebody who seemed to gentle and kind, was crazy and novel and good.
As Nathan was pumped into by the larger man, the only sounds that echoed through the dingy room were skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing, and the occasion grunt or moan. Parkman grabbed Nathan's thighs and pushed them back and away until they were hovering just above the politician's head. Nathan was shocked - he didn't know he was the flexible.
Nathan's world flashed white again as Matt's hardness rubbed against something spectacular inside him. Nathan threw his head back and curled his toes as his sensitive prostate was teased and prodded, trying desperately not to just scream out in ecstasy. He was being ravished by a man that he barely knew and he was loving every second of it.
Parkman's thrusts were getting more desperate. He pumped into Nathan with wild abandon, even sliding the smaller man a few feet across the floor with his efforts. The abuse of his prostate was too much for Nathan to handle as he felt a crescendo of bliss rising from within his core. Another flash of white and Parkman's heavy, soft paw was on Nathan's hardness, stroking wildly and forget it, Nathan was lost. He gave in completely to sensation. Matt pistoning in and out of him, Matt's warmth above him, Matt's deep grumbles of satisfaction, Matt stroking his sensitive hardness.
“Parkman! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” And then Nathan was floating. For a brief moment everything went away and he was floating. His muscles were weightless and his mind was was sent into spasms of delight. The world came back in a wave of unbearable sensations as Nathan began to shoot sticky streams of his seed across his belly and into Parkman's stroking hand.
Matt's wild pace had begun to slow as he, too, rose that familiar hill. With a strangled cry, Matt came, slamming into Nathan, shoving his cock as deep as it could go, spilling his seed into latex and collapsing on top of the other man.
The minutes that passed by seemed like hours as the two huffed and puffed, Matt still deeply buried inside, Nathan's legs still hovering above his face. Matt leaned his face down and kissed across Nathan's jawline before nuzzling his face in Nathan's neck and letting out a contented sigh.
As Nathan lay beneath the bear of a man, his broken spirit began to heal. It was as if with every thrust, Matt had donated a piece of his self to Nathan, sealing the cracks and mending the wounds. For the first time in months, Nathan felt hope. He felt connected again. He wasn't whole, he would never be without Peter, but it was a start.
As Nathan huffed and rubbed his face against Matt's shoulder, he couldn't help but make something clear. “This doesn't leave the room, Parkman.” Despite it all, Nathan was still a man of reputation.
OH MY GOD, I WROTE A MATHAN. After seeing the hotness that was this picture, I decided to go ahead and try my hand at writing pr0n. Mathan pr0n! Here we gooo!
Title: Connection
Author: biggerbeans
Rating: NC-17 for long things of the law.
Summary: After months alone, Nathan finally feels a connection.
Author's note: Beta'd by the wonderful carmexgirl. Thanks, love! This takes place at the beginning/middle of Season 2. I've never written pr0n before, so I'm sorry if I induce facepalming. Enjoy!
Nathan sat at the kitchen table, swirling a glass of Jack Daniel's in his hand. He closed his eyes,lifted the glass and let the aroma drift into his nose. It was warm, full and perfect. Everything that he wasn't. He brought the glass to his mouth and downed the remainder, concentrating on the burn as it traveled through his throat. It had all gone so wrong. Peter was dead. Heidi and the kids were gone. He'd fallen from grace just in time to see his mother arrested for murder. And here he was, nursing a bottle of Jack's in his Peter's old apartment, doing nothing. Stewing in his own shit. It was maddening when he thought about how he had been, who he had been. He used to be such a go-getter, a man of action. Somebody who made things happen. What happened to that man? Did he die along with Peter? Did he leave with Heidi? Nathan didn't know. Nathan didn't care. That man was dead.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. A few days ago, Nathan began to remember as he poured more of the golden liquid from the bottle, a man had entered his life and finally gave it some semblance of purpose. Matt Parkman wasn't the same as he was the first time they had met. When they had met in Texas Parkman seemed unsure of himself, fumbling for answers, fumbling for questions. He had seen it a million times before with beat cops turned investigators. But something was different now. Parkman seemed seemed confident and knowing, like he was finally beginning to piece together some sort of puzzle. And what a puzzle it was. His mother, Matt's father, Kaito dead, Linderman dead. Matt had said that he wouldn't stop until he figured it all out and that sort of bravado was exactly what Nathan had needed.
Seeing this purpose, this drive in Matt had inspired Nathan. If Parkman could pick himself up from being a lowly beat cop to this confident and strong investigator, then maybe all hope wasn't lost for Nathan. Maybe he could improve, too. No, he would improve....after another glass of Jack's. Nathan downed the rest of his drink and poured another.
Parkman was supposed to visit today. Nathan went to the trouble of picking up some of the junk that was on the floor. If he was being honest with himself, he was excited for Parkman to come over. Time with Parkman meant time away from the bottle. Time with Parkman meant using his brain for something other than self pity. Time with Parkman meant time with somebody that Nathan could actually connect to somehow. But Parkman wasn't here to connect, he thought to himself sadly. Parkman was here to work.
There was a knock on the door. Nathan was surprised to find his heart speeding up, knowing that Parkman was on the other side.
He didn't even bother putting the alcohol away before padding over to the door. He swung it open to reveal Matt Parkman in a crisp suit with several folders tucked under his arm. He looked good in that suit, Nathan noted idly.
“Mr. Petrelli,” Parkman greeted.
“Nathan,” he replied. “Just...Nathan.” He was so shamed with who he had become that even the prefix of 'Mr.' seemed to honorary.
Matt nodded and glided into the room, clearing away some toast crumbs before setting his folders down on the table. “You shaved,” he noted. “You look better.”
Nathan simply nodded. It was nice of Parkman to notice, he supposed. Nathan closed the door and walked over to the table. He thought about putting the Jack Daniel's away, but decided against it. Parkman had already seen it so there was no use trying to hide it now. He slid into the seat across from the police officer.
“Let's talk about Carlos Mendez,” Parkman started, pointing to a man sitting below Kaito Nakamura in the picture Nathan had provided for him the last time they met.. “After a little sniffing around, it turns out he's the father of the deceased artist, Isaac Mendez...”
No pretense, to dilly dallying. Just straight into work. Nathan rather liked that kind of professionalism. “I remember him. Thought he could paint the future.”
“Not 'thought', he could paint the future,” Parkman corrected him. “In a collection of digital copies that his art manager had was one of Kaito, dead. He'd been thrown off of a building.”
“Doesn't mean he can paint the future,” Nathan mumbled.
At this, Parkman leaned across the table towards him. His eyes were eager and bright and there was the ghost of an excited smile on his lips. “Why not? Think about it Nathan. I can read minds. You can fly. Who's to say that Isaac couldn't paint the future?”
Nathan was only half listening at this point. It had caught him off guard how earnest Matt was being. So earnest, in fact, that he was smiling. Nathan hadn't seen anybody smile for a long time. He'd forgotten how good it looked on some people. When Matt's face fell from sincerity to curiosity, Nathan remembered that Parkman was excepting an answer. What had they been talking about? It didn't matter, he supposed. “Uh, yeah. I suppose so.”
Parkman cocked an eyebrow and couldn't help but smirk. “Off in La La Land Nathan? How's the weather?”
Nathan cleared his head with a few good shakes. He was being ridiculous. He needed to refocus. “Isaac. Paintings. Kaito. What does that have to do with my mother?”
“It's all connected,” Parkman insisted, still leaning forward. “We all have these... abilities, and all of our parents are in this picture. It has to be connected somehow...”
Over the next hour he and Parkman were all business. They talked about their parents. They talked about their abilities. They talked about how their parents were connected to their abilities. They grabbed whatever piece of the puzzle they could find and worked with it until it finally fit. Well, Parkman worked it until it fit. While Matt tried to solve the mystery, Nathan had found himself studying his face. His almond eyes which seemed cheery even when drawn in concentration, his full lips which always had the ghost of a smile imprinted on them. The high cheekbones that set his face in a constant state of contentment, the smooth skin that stretched across his handsome features. His expressive hands seeming to have the perfect balance between strength and gentleness.
Matt was looking at him funny. Why was he looking at him funny? Right, telepathic. Shit.
Parkman cast his gaze to the table for a moment before gathering his papers, his tanned skin turning slightly pink. “Well, you've been of great assistance to my investigation, Mr. Petrelli.”
“Nathan,” he insisted, trying to force his body to stop the blood from rushing to his face. “And we aren't done yet, Parkman. My mother is still in jail...”
“I have to get home to my daughter,” Parkman said hastily. He messily shoved papers into folders and stood up to leave. When he did, the poorly balanced dossiers fell and spread across the dingy floor. “Damn it,” he hissed under his breath.
Nathan groaned inwardly and bent to help pick up the fallen files. He didn't know what to say. He was embarrassed, but he wasn't. He wanted Parkman to go almost as much as he wanted him to stay. He'd made a fool of himself, but didn't feel particularly foolish. He reached under the table to grab a piece of paper and his hand brushed up against Matt's own. The spark that Nathan felt fly between their fingers was enough for his heart to skip a precious beat. All of a sudden his head was pounding with blood and Matt looked doubly nervous.
Parkman gathered the rest of his papers and stood to leave. “Thank you,” he paused to clear his throat. “Thank you for your time, Nathan.” He turned to leave.
But Nathan didn't want him to go. He didn't exactly know why, but he didn't. Maybe it was because Parkman was a touch of the real world, the good world, that still existed outside of this dark apartment with its broken dreams. Whatever the reason, Nathan knew he had to stop him. Whatever he had to do, he had to do it fast. Parkman was already opening the door.
“Parkman, wait.”
Matt stopped at the door and turned around. His face was both expectant and scared, embarrassed and even a little put off. “What is it?”
What could he say? That he needed him? That when he was gone, Nathan was left alone with a bottle and nobody to share it with? Those all sounded so pansyish and needy. How could he get Parkman to stay without sounding like a sissy? Then, like a twig snapping under a heavy foot, something familiar happened to Nathan. Like a frightened animal stuck facing a perilous situation Nathan's instincts came rushing forward. The core, the very essence of his being took over and he suddenly knew what to do. It was crazy, but he trusted his instincts more than he trusted his brain.
With more confidence than he had felt in the past four months combined, Nathan stepped forward. He made his way to the door, shut it, and turned to face Parkman. He looked deep into the detective's face, leaned in and kissed him. It was gentle, no more than a brushing of the lips, but in that a fire burst into life. Nathan barely knew this man but something in his core told him that he had to have him. To his surprise, Matt didn't recoil. In fact, he seemed to fall into the kiss, pressing his lips against Nathan's. His instincts were right after all.
They would continue to be right, too, because Nathan gave up everything to them. Deep in his core, something stirred. Deep in his pants, too. Nathan reached an arm up and wrapped it around Parkman's neck, pulling him in closer. He could hear Matt issue a quiet moan. Spreading his fingers across the back of the policeman's head, Nathan slowly parted his lips. Rather than jamming it into Matt's mouth, Nathan began to explore those full, happy lips that he had been staring at earlier. With his eyes closed, he could feel every ridge of Matt's lips, feel the fullness and moisture. A new sensation suddenly met Nathan. Matt had parted his lips and began to explore Nathan's tongue with his own. It was slick and powerful and delicious in his mouth, exploring his palate and swishing along his tongue. Nathan couldn't help but moan.
As the kiss continued, the only sound in the apartment the quiet noises of their mutual exploration, Nathan could sense a change coming over his cheerful cop. Not only could he sense it, he could feel it. Through Parkman's jeans, Nathan could feel a certain hardness begin to grow. A moment later and he found himself pinned against the wall by Matt's bulk, one of the officers powerful thighs pressing between his legs. Parkman's reservations must have flown out the window, because the way he was kissing Nathan was borne of nothing short of pure desire. And really, Nathan didn't mind. Nathan loved to dominate. He loved being in control, but just this once he was willing to let go. He turned his head to the side as Matt's lips left his own and left a warm, wonderful trail down his jawline to his neck.
A welcome warmth blossomed on his stomach as Matt slid a hand underneath his shirt, rising, rising until those strong hands came to rest on his chest. In that moment, his pants seemed to get tighter. God, he couldn't take anymore of this! The constraints of his clothing was too much.
“Parkman,” he said.
Matt didn't acknowledge him. He continued to massage Nathan's chest with one hand and keep the other planted firmly beside the politician's head. Slowly, Matt retraced his kisses, sliding his tongue up the side of Nathan's neck, over his jawline and towards his mouth.
For a moment, Nathan gave in. He thrust his tongue forward into Matt's and issued a quiet moan. Another tightening of his pants. Nathan opened his eyes and broke away from his kiss.
“Parkman,” he said again, with more authority.
Matt looked at Nathan with a sudden worry, as if he had done something terribly wrong.
“Take off my shirt,” Nathan ordered. Even now, he couldn't give up all control.
A moment later, the deed was done and Parkman's tongue and lips began to explore this new territory. Nathan rolled his head back in pleasure as Matt's kisses and licks found one of his nipples. The slick tongue swirled around and pressed down one the right one while Parkman's hand teased the left. This was going much too slow. Nathan liked foreplay and all, but this wasn't a foreplay kind of situation.
He lifted Parkman's head from his nipple and stared into those gentle eyes for a moment before once again attacking the policeman's mouth with his tongue. Slowly, slowly, he guided them both away from the wall to the middle of the floor next to the table. Nathan allowed his knees to buckle and pulled Parkman with him as he fell. With haste, Nathan managed to strip Matt of his shirt and tie, leaving them both topless.
The next move was Parkman's. His policeman's paw slid down Nathan's torso and stomach, leaving a trail of tingling skin in its wake, before running his hand over the soft fabric of Nathan's trousers. Lower, lower and he was finally there. Gently, yet with enough firmness to cause a noticeable reaction, Matt squeezed the quickly hardening bulge between Nathan's legs.
Nathan couldn't help but let out an involuntary gasp of extreme pleasure. It had been too long since anybody had given him any attention down there. Heidi had done her best considering her condition and he did have that romp with the blond in Vegas, but stimulation to that all important organ had been pathetically low for the past year. So Nathan gave in to it and pressed against Matt's hand, lifting one of his legs and throwing it over Matt's. Nathan had thought they had been close before, but now he knew better. He could feel the heat radiating off of Matt's chest, he could feel the sweat seeping from the policeman's skin. Matt released Nathan and suddenly he could feet Parkman's hardness rubbing against his own. Almost. Two pairs of trousers stood in the way. Being both men of action, that problem was soon resolved.
Their tongues withdrew and their lips parted for only a minute as they quickly shimmied out of their pants. Nathan cast a quick glance at Parkman and could see the tip of his growing cock peeking out from under his boxers.
'Touch it...' he heard a voice say in his head. Was the voice his own instincts rushing him forward? Or was it Parkman trying to hurry things along? Nathan didn't care. He reached down, grabbed the elastic band of Matt's boxers and pulled. Like the rest of his being, Matt's cock was full, non-threatening and yet somehow powerful, not to mention insatiably desirable. But before he could do anything to it, Matt had followed Nathan's lead and exposed the politician's own.
Nathan's world flashed white for a moment when Parkman's finger brushed against his still growing cock and he could suddenly wait no longer. Foreplay was over. Groping and fondling and kissing was over. His need was far too great to wait another second. Nathan pushed Matt's shoulder down until the policeman's back was flat against the ground. After a brief run in with Parkman's mouth, Nathan slid his tongue down his neck, between his pecs, all the while their cocks bumping and sliding against one another. Down Nathan went, past Parkman's belly when something irresistibly warm pressed against his chin. Above him, Matt gasped.
But starting at the top was never a good idea. Nathan lowered his head even lower, running his hands across Parkman's heavy thighs, and nosed the policeman's sac for a moment before giving it a quick lick. Matt groaned rather loudly and swore. Nathan dragged his tongue up, gliding past the base of Matt's cock, licking the underside until he came to the head. He could feel Matt quivering below him. Nathan opened his mouth wide and let his tongue lead as he took Matt's heavy cock. Parkman groaned and bucked up, sliding most of his length past Nathan's lips. Nathan closed his eyes and relished in the invasion. Nathan's only experience in this field was limited to a few romps in college, but his instincts were still in charge and they knew what to do.
Running one hand up the length of Parkman's body, Nathan began to suck, letting the other drop below to Matt's sac. He gently rolled them in his hand as his tongue slid up and down Matt's shaft. Above him, Matt was trying desperately not to cry out, letting only pained whimpers escape his tightly closed lips. So Nathan sucked harder, letting his own moans vibrate against Matt's cock. It worked. Matt cried out and in that cry, Nathan's own needs surged forward. He was doing the touching and yet he wasn't being touched.
As if on cue, Matt sat up, almost chocking Nathan as he did. He gathered Nathan up and rolled forward so their positions were switched. Now Nathan lay on his back with Parkman on top of him. Like Nathan had done before, Matt left a trail of kisses down Nathan's body, stopping briefly at this nipples. Unlike Nathan, however, Matt didn't bother with any tricks or distractions when he reached the politician's cock. Nathan's only concern at this point was direct stimulation and Matt seemed to now that. Right, telepathic, Nathan thought for a brief moment before the rest of his thoughts left him.
His member was suddenly engulfed in that warm, gentle, soft mouth of Matt's. Heidi had done the same many times before, but it had been so long and having a man do it was so novel that Nathan was suddenly shot into heaven.
“Parkman. Fuck,” he moaned, placing his hands on Matt's head and guiding it up and down his cock. At this, Matt doubled his efforts, going as far as making sloppy sounds as he sucked Nathan off, rolling his tongue around Nathan's sensitive head. It was too much. It was too soon. If Matt continued to tease his cock as he did, Nathan would come far too soon. Nathan rolled his head on the ground in ecstasy and quickly tried to think of a way to prolong his pleasure without his cock being handled. The answer was obvious and Matt picked up on it straight away.
Matt lifted his lips from Nathan's cock and kissed down the shaft. Flat on his stomach, Matt gathered Nathan's hips in his arms and yanked the smaller man closer, lifting his pelvis slightly. Without pretense, Matt buried his face between Nathan's cheeks and began to lick.
“Oh, fuck!” Nathan cried, banging his head against the ground in a particularly strong throe of pleasure. He reached down, grabbed his buttocks and spread them for Matt. Like Nathan himself, Matt must have experimented a little in college to know that this particular act must be done. Nathan pushed down on Matt's strong, soft tongue, trying to remember to breathe. In the blink of an eye, that softness was replaced by something hard and suddenly Matt's finger was in him, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. A second finger joined the first.
In and out, in and out and Nathan began to grind against those fingers, swiveling his hips and grunting with pleasure. He felt so full with just two fingers that he didn't know if he could handle to girth of Parkman's cock. Somehow in his world of pleasure, Nathan managed to hear something crinkle. He opened his eyes to see Matt tossing his wallet aside having extracted a condom. Despite himself, Nathan had to ask.
“You carry one of those around?”
“I confiscated it from a prostitute when he brought her in for questioning,” Matt said as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth.
“And you want to use that?” Nathan squeaked out before groaning as Matt withdrew his fingers.
“It was still in the wrapper,” Matt offered lamely before rolling the condom onto his still hard cock.
Without hesitation, Nathan rolled his hips upwards and spread his legs farther apart, giving Matt a needy and desperate nod. Matt crawled forward and rested his hands on either side of Nathan's shoulders, positioning his hips between Nathan's legs. Matt spat in his hand and rubbed his wrapped hardness.
Matt rubbed his cock up and down Nathan's slick crack a few times, dry humping him before taking his final position. He glanced down at Nathan below him, who nodded. The sudden heat that enveloped him as he slid slowly into Nathan was almost too much to bear.
Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head and he grimaced slightly at the penetration. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was so great that he didn't care. God, he felt so full! He didn't dare look down his body at the lewd scene for fear that he would come at merely the sight. After a moment for both of them to adjust, Nathan saw Matt's chest begin to rise and fall as he thrust in to him. The feeling was overwhelming. Nathan had been so used to dominating his entire life that to submit like this to someone, especially somebody who seemed to gentle and kind, was crazy and novel and good.
As Nathan was pumped into by the larger man, the only sounds that echoed through the dingy room were skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing, and the occasion grunt or moan. Parkman grabbed Nathan's thighs and pushed them back and away until they were hovering just above the politician's head. Nathan was shocked - he didn't know he was the flexible.
Nathan's world flashed white again as Matt's hardness rubbed against something spectacular inside him. Nathan threw his head back and curled his toes as his sensitive prostate was teased and prodded, trying desperately not to just scream out in ecstasy. He was being ravished by a man that he barely knew and he was loving every second of it.
Parkman's thrusts were getting more desperate. He pumped into Nathan with wild abandon, even sliding the smaller man a few feet across the floor with his efforts. The abuse of his prostate was too much for Nathan to handle as he felt a crescendo of bliss rising from within his core. Another flash of white and Parkman's heavy, soft paw was on Nathan's hardness, stroking wildly and forget it, Nathan was lost. He gave in completely to sensation. Matt pistoning in and out of him, Matt's warmth above him, Matt's deep grumbles of satisfaction, Matt stroking his sensitive hardness.
“Parkman! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” And then Nathan was floating. For a brief moment everything went away and he was floating. His muscles were weightless and his mind was was sent into spasms of delight. The world came back in a wave of unbearable sensations as Nathan began to shoot sticky streams of his seed across his belly and into Parkman's stroking hand.
Matt's wild pace had begun to slow as he, too, rose that familiar hill. With a strangled cry, Matt came, slamming into Nathan, shoving his cock as deep as it could go, spilling his seed into latex and collapsing on top of the other man.
The minutes that passed by seemed like hours as the two huffed and puffed, Matt still deeply buried inside, Nathan's legs still hovering above his face. Matt leaned his face down and kissed across Nathan's jawline before nuzzling his face in Nathan's neck and letting out a contented sigh.
As Nathan lay beneath the bear of a man, his broken spirit began to heal. It was as if with every thrust, Matt had donated a piece of his self to Nathan, sealing the cracks and mending the wounds. For the first time in months, Nathan felt hope. He felt connected again. He wasn't whole, he would never be without Peter, but it was a start.
As Nathan huffed and rubbed his face against Matt's shoulder, he couldn't help but make something clear. “This doesn't leave the room, Parkman.” Despite it all, Nathan was still a man of reputation.