Fic: Can I Have You? (PVK/AKV; NC-17; 1/1)
To an outsider, Peter and Alex would be a typical couple. They are wholly monogamous. They sport similar rings and similar tattoos. Alex bares a tattoo of a white chess piece-the queen to be exact-on the left side of his groin and wears a thick band of pounded silver on his right middle finger; Peter, by contrast, bares the black queen chess piece on the right side of his groin and wears a thick band of pounded gold on his left middle finger. They are affectionate, but only behind closed doors or when no one is looking. They sneak kisses behind opened locker doors, hold hands beneath a towel, or intertwine their feet beneath the table.
But Peter and Alex are not a typical couple; in fact, to most, they are a taboo because Peter and Alex are brothers.
Alex has his forehead to the bed, his fingers gripping at the sheets on either side of his face. He tries to breathe deeply-in through the nose, out through the mouth-and tries to relax. But he can’t relax; his body is shaking visibly in want and anticipation, and that is causing him to tense. Behind him, Peter holds onto his left hip as he tries to steady him. His fingers stroke, and Alex begins to shake more. Peter lets out a soft groan and he leans forward. He steadies himself on his right hand and lowers his head, parting his lips enough to use the tip of his tongue to lick a small sliver of skin on the back of Alex’s neck before closing his lips to kiss the skin as well. “Relax,” he whispers. “Relax.”
Peter knows and understands the want that flows through Alex’s veins, causing him to shake and pant, because it flows through his own body. It’s built up over time; unlike other couples, they cannot simply bow to their every want and wish and obey the urge when it comes upon them. Everything must be timed perfectly, like a military operation, and by the time they are finally able to have one night together, the anticipation has built up inside of them like a shaken soda bottle.
Peter rests his nose against the back of Alex’s neck and he holds onto his hip. He gently strokes at the tattoo there, whispering against his skin, the sound reverberating in the hollow of his chest against the younger man’s back. He tries to get him to relax; the last thing he wants to do is hurt his baby brother. “Can I have you?” he asks softly. He’s been asking the same question for years-- ever since he initiated this little forbidden relationship of his when Alex was still a pup in high school and hardly a Wolverine. Alex nods his head. “Then relax, baby. Just relax.” Still balancing on his right hand, he takes his left from Alex’s hip. Alex closes his eyes and focuses on the sound of his breathing, which quickly becomes sharp intakes of air. He groans hard and grips the sheets hard. A final punctuated breath and quickly Peter takes hold of his hip again. Alex is openly panting and Peter is breathing against his skin, whispering that he’s inside of him. He can’t remember the last time he was able to say those words; it’s been several months at least. Tough training schedules and an onslaught of meets have limited their already short time together. Swimming on the same team by no means guarantees them time together, especially when they still live separately.
But for the time being, that is the furthest thing from their minds. Alex begins to push himself onto his hands and Peter slides his arms under Alex’s, crossing them across his chest. He holds onto his shoulders, his fingers curled around his upper arms and his thumb encircling the joint. As Alex pushed himself up, Peter pulled him back against his chest. The younger sibling threw his head back onto his brother’s shoulder at the sudden change in pressure behind him. The elder Vanderkaay lowered his face, sucking on a pulse point on his brother’s neck as he readjusted his arms. His right, he wrapped around Alex’s waist; his left, he buried in his short, blonde hair. Peter slid his face down until he was forehead-to-shoulder with the body in front of him before he began to move. Alex’s first reaction was a loud moan and he arched his back from his brother’s chest, but he quickly pushed back against him. Peter’s chest, well defined from many years of distance swimming, was warm and comforting; it was home. It was the one place that he belonged that no one else ever could. There had been the rumors about a fling between Peter and Phelps while he had gone to Michigan, but even if that were true (which it wasn’t, and Alex knew it because he had been with Peter during that time), Michael Phelps could never belong like Alex did.
The pace began to even out and Alex was turned to complete nothing. Peter rocks his hips, and he would change the rotation every so often, drawing a long and breathy moan from Alex. He came completely apart in his older brother’s arms. He keeps his head on his shoulder, his left hand tangled in his brother’s brown, curly hair. Peter keeps his head down, his mouth moving against the exposed neck and shoulder in front of him. He bites down occasionally, trying in vain to quiet his own moans. For long moments, nothing is said as sensations are absorbed. Too long it has been since they were last able to do this, and they try to take as much of it in as they can at one time. Every familiar touch of flesh against flesh; the smell of Alex’s skin-the sweat, the chlorine, and the body wash; the sounds; the sights.
Peter opens his eyes and raises his head. He licks at the outer shell of Alex’s ear and keeps his lips close. “It’s been too long,” he whispers. His voice is so deep, it rumbles in his chest and Alex almost feels Peter before he hears him. “God, I’ve missed you.” He pants openly into his brother’s ear, trying to catch his breath, and it sets every fiber of Alex’s being aflame. His fingers dig at his brother’s scalp and Peter thrusts forward in response. Alex’s knees all but give out and Peter uses his arm around his brother’s waist to keep him up. “Gotcha,” he breathes. He rests his forehead against Alex’s temple, keeping his lips near his ear. He moves his hand from his hair and instead wraps his arm around his chest, keeping him close to his body.
A few more moments went by before Peter said anything more. “I’ve missed you,” he repeats. “Missed that hot little body of yours,” he adds with a small smirk. He presses a kiss to the side of Alex’s face and turns his own face slightly downward as he continues to thrust into his brother. “God, if our brothers could see you-see us.” Peter swallows and he closes his eyes. “Imagine them watching us. Watching their two middle brothers in bed together. God, the looks on their face would be priceless.” Peter readjusts his hand on Alex’s hip to give him a better hold and he pushed his hips forward. Alex moans hard, sliding his hand against his brother’s hip. “Maybe we could bring them into bed with us,” he whispers in Alex’s ear. Alex moans at the sound of his voice and the thrusting of his hips. “What do you think about that? Christian behind me, fucking me while I fuck you, controlling how hard and how fast I go by his movements. You, fucking Dane, what I take you. God, the four Vanderkaay brothers together in a tangled, sweaty mess. ” He leans in closer and his thrustings come to an almost complete standstill. “Would you want that?” he breathes. “Would you want to bring our brothers in? Make this a truly family affair?”
Though he doesn’t mean to give himself away, Peter’s voice shakes slightly, and not from want. He knows that he can never tell his brothers about his relationship with Alex. He knows he cannot tell anyone. His greatest joy in life is also his greatest burden. No one could ever begin to understand the relationship he has with his brother. No one would take the time to understand. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure whether or not that included their older and younger brothers. For as long as this would go on, Peter would be sworn to secrecy.
Still, he thought he knew what Alex’s answer would be. The younger Vanderkaay was always a little more willing to step out of the shadows, little by little, until they were almost-but not fully-exposed. He was more that slightly shocked when Alex shook his head. “No,” he breathed. With his hand still on Peter’s hip, he thrust him forward again with a punctured moan. Peter lets out an almost relieved sigh and he follows his brother’s wishes as he begins to thrust into him again.
No. They are who they are and they belong to each other, no one else. It is not for anyone else to know. It’s no one else’s concern but their own. Peter readjusts his arms, bringing both his hands to his brother’s hips. His left hand encircles his brother’s cock and Alex’s right hand immediately follows suit. The metal of thing rings make a soft sound as they come into contact, Alex’s hand holding onto Peter’s. The elder brother leans down, placing a kiss on the side of his brother’s neck. The younger Vanderkaay guides his brother’s hand until he crumples forward, hardly able to hold himself up on his knees any longer. Peter follows him, keeping his chest to his back as he continues to thrust into his brother, whispering to him until they finally cum. Peter pants, placing a kiss on the back of Alex’s neck and rests his forehead against it.