Heroes Fic: Missing Peter
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Title: Missing Peter
Pairing/Characters: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1-2, Second Coming, Butterfly Effect, One of Us, I am Become Death, Angels and Monsters
Summary: His new desk is a bad place for Nathan to be missing Peter
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Nathan's fingers drum a tattoo on his Kennedy desk. The tap of his fingers reverberates in the cavernous office, each echo reprimanding him for his professional malaise, reminding him there's important legislation to review, to champion, to push through the Senate so it can become law. This is why he went to law school - to make a difference in the world.
He thought he was past this, past needing this. Marrying Heidi hadn't cured him and divorcing her hadn't either. Sleeping with Tracy had helped, for a little while at least, but he feels it: this niggling itch, this desire poking at the edges of his consciousness until he can't focus, can't work.
Can't help missing Peter.
He always knew when Peter was too far away. When he snuck down to Florida for an illicit Spring Break trip, Nathan knew. When he went away to Europe for a summer, Nathan ached with the loss. Now Nathan knows exactly where Peter is, knows exactly what their mother did to him.
He wants his brother back.
He just really needs it to be that he misses Peter as his brother, not that he can't stop fantasizing about Peter roaming into his office, all gangly limbs and crooked grin, sitting on top of all his important papers to get him to stop being so serious. He has to quit imagining the blasphemy of turning Peter over this heirloom Kennedy desk, ostensibly to spank him for his insolence, but instead spreading his legs.
Nathan shifts in his leather chair. No. He will not do this. He will not pleasure himself sitting at this desk no matter where his mind drifts...
Peter bent over, moaning his name and hasn't Nathan's name in Peter's mouth always been a source of pleasure to him? Peter worships him. Nathan craves it. Not from just anyone - from Peter. Peter begging, his cock sinking into Peter's ass, the euphoria of slamming him into the edge of the desk, feeling like he's all-powerful. Peter is the drug of submission and Nathan's a lifelong addict. His fist in Peter's hair, yanking it back to expose his long neck, making his slender back arch, hearing his wordless cry escape helpless lips.
The Senator's office has an adjoining bathroom, which is good because he can't do this here, not at this desk.
Missing Peter is an act best indulged in private.
-O-
Title: Missing Peter
Pairing/Characters: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1-2, Second Coming, Butterfly Effect, One of Us, I am Become Death, Angels and Monsters
Summary: His new desk is a bad place for Nathan to be missing Peter
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Nathan's fingers drum a tattoo on his Kennedy desk. The tap of his fingers reverberates in the cavernous office, each echo reprimanding him for his professional malaise, reminding him there's important legislation to review, to champion, to push through the Senate so it can become law. This is why he went to law school - to make a difference in the world.
He thought he was past this, past needing this. Marrying Heidi hadn't cured him and divorcing her hadn't either. Sleeping with Tracy had helped, for a little while at least, but he feels it: this niggling itch, this desire poking at the edges of his consciousness until he can't focus, can't work.
Can't help missing Peter.
He always knew when Peter was too far away. When he snuck down to Florida for an illicit Spring Break trip, Nathan knew. When he went away to Europe for a summer, Nathan ached with the loss. Now Nathan knows exactly where Peter is, knows exactly what their mother did to him.
He wants his brother back.
He just really needs it to be that he misses Peter as his brother, not that he can't stop fantasizing about Peter roaming into his office, all gangly limbs and crooked grin, sitting on top of all his important papers to get him to stop being so serious. He has to quit imagining the blasphemy of turning Peter over this heirloom Kennedy desk, ostensibly to spank him for his insolence, but instead spreading his legs.
Nathan shifts in his leather chair. No. He will not do this. He will not pleasure himself sitting at this desk no matter where his mind drifts...
Peter bent over, moaning his name and hasn't Nathan's name in Peter's mouth always been a source of pleasure to him? Peter worships him. Nathan craves it. Not from just anyone - from Peter. Peter begging, his cock sinking into Peter's ass, the euphoria of slamming him into the edge of the desk, feeling like he's all-powerful. Peter is the drug of submission and Nathan's a lifelong addict. His fist in Peter's hair, yanking it back to expose his long neck, making his slender back arch, hearing his wordless cry escape helpless lips.
The Senator's office has an adjoining bathroom, which is good because he can't do this here, not at this desk.
Missing Peter is an act best indulged in private.
-O-