Fic: Relationships: Brothers, Part 4
Series Title: Relationships
Section Title: Brothers, part 4
Author: Fabrisse
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: ADULT - EXPLICIT
Word Count: ~4500
Category: Drama
Spoilers: Pre Season , minor for Season 2 through Four Months Ago
Summary: Peter and Nathan are brothers.
Warnings: Incest, slash, mentions of teenaged het
Betas: snopes-faith and riverfox
Notes: This came out of discussions at TwoP during the episodes Nothing to Hide and Six Months Ago about either how clueless Heidi was to the vibes between her husband and his brother or how complicit she was in the secret. Since the deleted scenes in Nothing to Hide give us Nathan at Annapolis and Angela calling Heidi a “townie” those two things have entered my personal canon. The overall story is in three parts, “Townie,” “Brothers,” and “Relationships.” Each segment will have it’s own rating, but the overall series is ADULT-EXPLICIT.
Peter could hear how hard Nathan was when he walked into the room; the boner walk was unmistakable to any teenaged boy.
He’d been helping on the campaign for about three weeks. Most of that time had been spent doing mundane jobs - photocopying, handing out flyers, going door to door, or manning the phones. Some of that time had been spent reading a book in the hotel lobby so Nathan and Heidi could have a few hours away from the campaign. Most of the rest of the time had been spent begging Nathan to fuck him.
Peter looked up from his book. "I take it Mr. Abbott interrupted before you could get away together."
"Yeah, Pete, that's about right."
"So you could fuck me."
Nathan just looked at him. "Not happening. Not until you're eighteen, anyway."
Peter went back to reading. "I thought we'd agreed on seventeen?"
"Agreed is putting it too strongly. I said I'd consider seventeen."
He made a great show of ignoring Nathan. "So jack off. I'm not going to help."
Nathan draped himself across the foot of Peter's bed. "Have you ever considered the other way around?" When Peter lowered his book and made eye contact, Nathan elaborated. "You fucking me."
Peter swallowed. "I didn't think you'd want to."
"Have you thought about it?"
"Yeah." His voice was hoarse.
"I know you've been doing research. I'm positive one of us has lube stashed somewhere. So why not?"
"Have you done it before?"
"Never on the receiving end."
Peter had to squeeze himself to keep from coming. "I'll go get everything." He hesitated a moment, then crawled down the bed toward Nathan and surged against him for a kiss. "Are you sure?"
Nathan gazed into Peter's eyes. The pupils were so dilated he looked high. He wondered if his own were as black. "Positive."
"I'll be right back."
While Peter was gone, Nathan stood up and began to take his clothes off. Peter came up behind him and dropped a couple of towels and the lube on the bed, then he kissed the back of Nathan's neck and began to undo his belt.
"I was required to take ancient history," said Peter as he kissed his way along Nathan's shoulder muscles. "When we started to cover Alexander the Great, I thought of you. My perfect brother."
"I can't see myself in one of those short dresses." Peter was sliding his pants and boxers down. Nathan stepped out of them, and Peter nuzzled his balls for a second, making him gasp.
Peter pushed him onto the bed. "Everything I've read says it would be easier to take you from behind, on your hands and knees, especially for your first time."
Nathan turned over and watched Peter shuck his clothes. "I hear a ‘but’ there."
"I want to see your face -- to make sure I'm not hurting you -- but face-to-face is deep so I might hurt you." He gave a nervous smile after his babbling.
"I love watching you come, Pete. I'd rather see you the first time. The other might be physically easier, but psychologically..."
"Good." He draped himself over Nathan and began to kiss the skin under his lips. "I'm going to try to suck you as I prepare you so you'll be really relaxed, okay?"
Nathan was glad that Peter wasn't looking at his face then, because he might have a fit of the giggles. His brother was so serious. On the other hand, he was beginning to understand why so many girls trusted Peter. Instead he answered, "Okay."
Peter's tongue dragged down the ridge of Nathan's breastbone before he nipped his way down to his navel. Nathan writhed when Peter dipped into it, and Peter's slick finger began to penetrate him.
It wasn’t the first time Nathan had had a finger in his ass. A couple of his girlfriends had been adventurous, but Peter made it feel new.
“Uh, Nathan, I’m going to ask you to get on your knees for this part. Sorry, but I just can’t get it right like this.”
“Not a problem.” Nathan adjusted himself and, in his own head, admitted exactly how exposed he felt, but somehow he didn’t mind being this vulnerable with Peter. He knew Peter had a thing for his balls, but at this angle, Peter had free rein to nuzzle and lick and-oh, god, his little brother licked a stripe up his ass. Nathan came.
“Promise me we can get better tasting lube next time.”
He couldn’t believe Peter expected coherence, but he said, “Taste-test lube is now on my to-do list.”
Then Peter’s tongue seemed to be everywhere. It was firm and probing, then broad and flat as he weighed Nathan’s balls and sucked them smoothly into his warm, wet mouth. This time the slick finger managed to glide all the way in. Peter probed delicately until Nathan shuddered. At which point, Peter withdrew, added more lube and pushed two fingers into him. Once again, Peter’s tongue probed. The two fingers were loosening him gently. Peter knew exactly the spot he wanted and slowly curved his fingers to it. Nathan shuddered and bucked back. Peter’s fingers eased out, and he nudged Nathan to turn over.
Peter stuffed a pillow under Nathan’s ass to make the angle better and then leaned forward and kissed Nathan as he used three fingers to stretch him.
“Ready?” His hand shook a little as he slid on the condom.
Nathan reached up to stroke the beloved face and was rewarded with a smile. “How could I not be? I have a very thorough lover.”
The words and Nathan’s voice nearly undid Peter, but he managed to guide the head of his cock just past the first ring of flesh. “You need to relax.”
Nathan took a deep breath and willed himself to accept the intrusion. He felt Peter’s cock move into him, so he did the same thing again to bring Peter deeper. On the third breath, Nathan felt Peter’s pubic hair against his ass and opened his eyes.
“Feels so good, Nathan.”
“Yes it does.”
Peter’s eyes snapped open to meet Nathan’s. Slowly, he bent one of Nathan’s legs up and brought it around his waist.
Nathan cupped the back of his head and captured his lips. Several long kisses later, Nathan whispered in his ear, “Move.”
Peter groaned and began to fuck him. It took a few tries to find the right angle, but when he did, he felt Nathan’s cock begin to stir between them. They strained into each other, Peter pounding harder than he’d intended in his excitement, and Nathan not caring if he couldn’t sit down for a week because it felt so intense and hot and loving. He felt his orgasm build deeper and more profound every time Peter’s cock hit his prostate.
Nathan propped himself up on his elbows and began to thrust his hips up. He felt the little flair at the base of Peter’s cock and knew he had everything. His cock twitched the sweat and press of their bodies pulling him forward to ecstasy. He grabbed Peter and rolled them over, so Peter was thrusting up into him as Nathan ravaged his mouth. Nathan felt the moment that his orgasm pulled Peter over the edge with him.
They lay panting in each other’s arms side by side. “I need to pull out now or it’s going to hurt you more.”
Nathan could only nod. He wiped a small streak from Peter’s cheek. “I hit you in the face.”
Peter grinned at the wonder in his voice and went to get some warm water. “Yeah.” He looked down his body. “I’m covered with your sweat and come.”
Nathan looked up at his brother who wiped a warm washcloth over him. “It’s a good look on you.”
“Exhaustion looks pretty good on you.”
“Not exhausted, sated.” Nathan stretched his whole body. “All my appetites are completely satisfied. Until I get hungry for breakfast and it all starts again.”
Peter laughed, then his face turned serious. Before he could say anything, Nathan spoke up. He ticked the points off on his fingers. “It was wonderful. I’m a little sore, but it’s a good sore. Yes, we’ll do it again. And, yes, I’m seriously reconsidering my seventeen ban, but don’t push it.”
“I love you, Nathan.”
Nathan crawled under the covers and turned off the light. For the first time, he let himself be cradled to Peter’s chest. He kissed the nipple he felt at the edge of his mouth. “I love you, too, Peter.”
***
For Peter, the months between deciding on the wedding date and the wedding were heaven.
He didn't mind helping address envelopes. Nathan had picked him for best man, and, when their mother and her father protested, Heidi had come to his defense.
Best of all, he not only spent time with Nathan, he could see that he was helping Nathan with his job.
All this would be coming to an end the day after tomorrow. The bachelor party had been the week before in Atlantic City. Peter was too young to come along even if he was the best man.
Being the best man had been a surprise because Peter had expected Nathan to give in to pressure from both Ma and Mr. Abbott. They each had different ideas about who should be best man - Mr. Abbott wanted someone who could help his political career and Ma wanted someone who’d further Nathan’s - but they clearly thought the position was wasted on a sixteen year old.
Not only had Nathan put his foot down on the choice, Heidi had made it clear that Peter would be best man or she and Nathan would elope.
Tomorrow, the day belonged to wedding preparations and the rehearsal dinner. He and Nathan would sleep at a different hotel so that the bride and groom weren’t under the same roof the night before the wedding, but it was going to be a frantic day where his role would be to keep Ma away from Heidi.
Today was his. He and Nathan spent the day exploring Fort McHenry and walking along the Inner Harbor. It was the last day they’d have like this and Peter wanted it to last forever.
They got back to their room around nine. Peter reached for the light, but instead, found himself pressed against the wall with Nathan’s tongue tracing his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked Nathan’s tongue in. He flicked his tongue around the tip of Nathan’s and was rewarded with a low moan.
“Peter.”
“Yes.” He moved toward Nathan’s ear and tugged with his teeth.
“Would you get down on your knees and suck me?”
Peter bit Nathan’s lobe harder. “Say ‘please.’”
“Please.”
Peter moved them around so Nathan’s back was against the wall. He knelt slowly, turning on the light as he did so. “I want to see you.” He undid the button and unzipped Nathan’s fly, folding the fabric back so he had a clear view of Nathan’s erection. The thick head was dark and dripping, so Peter swiped his tongue around the crown and listened to Nathan groan.
Wrapping his hand around the base, Peter opened his mouth and leaned down until he could kiss his fist. He hollowed his cheeks with suction and began to move his hand in counterpoint. Peter couldn’t hear Nathan any more; the sounds of slurping and sheer want from his own throat drowned everything else out. He felt Nathan’s hands fist in his hair and began to move faster until he felt the swelling that meant Nathan was coming.
He swallowed everything. When he stood up, Nathan held his face in his hands and just stared for a moment before finally pulling him into a passionate kiss. He walked Peter back to the bed and pushed him onto it. He began to undo Peter’s shirt and kissed and licked each patch of skin that was exposed. When he slipped the shirt off, Nathan undid his own and shucked it quickly, then took off his pants and began to open Peter’s. He slid them off and looked at the cock in front of him. The blowjob he gave Peter was fast and frantic and he hummed with pleasure when Peter’s spunk erupted over his tongue.
Peter pulled his brother up his body and licked the little drips of white from Nathan’s lips. The weight and warmth of having Nathan on top of him satisfied so many desires. “I love you, Nathan.”
“I love you, too.” Nathan pulled back enough to look into Peter’s eyes. He kissed his nose. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” He felt Peter’s body shudder beneath him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
“Get under the covers. I’m going to get everything we need.”
When Nathan came back, Peter pulled him onto the bed and began kissing and touching everywhere he could reach. Nathan let himself be pinned for a little while and then used his strength and training to flip Peter onto his back. With his wrists pinned over his head, he looked like an occasion to sin.
Nathan asked, “Nervous?”
“A little. I’ve been wanting it forever.” He licked Nathan’s throat. “I’m afraid I won’t be any good.”
Nathan smiled gently and nudged Peter’s legs apart. They fell open and Peter spread his legs wider and raised his head to kiss Nathan.
“I’m letting go of your wrists so I can use both hands. Don’t distract me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t. Never,” and Peter reached over his head and held on to the headboard. Nathan nuzzled his neck, and a slippery finger moved between his cheeks.
He bit his lip at the first penetration, but then sighed and felt Nathan’s finger glide deeper. Nathan was gentle with him. One finger became two opening him and then a third preparing him for Nathan’s cock. Their eyes were locked on each other.
Finally, Nathan decided Peter was ready. His thick cock pressed at Peter’s entrance pushing until he made it past the tight ring of muscle.
He looked closely at his brother then and saw tears at the corner of his eyes and realized Peter’s knuckles had gone white gripping the headboard. Before he could pull out or move Peter wrapped his legs tightly around Nathan’s hips and, using the headboard for leverage, pushed himself all the way onto Nathan’s erection.
Peter was breathing hard when he let go of the headboard and cupped his hands around Nathan’s head. He pulled Nathan to him in a long kiss.
Nathan licked the tears and kissed his eyelids. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I just wanted it so much.” Another kiss shared. “Move slowly, it’ll feel good.”
Nathan’s hips began to move and, at first, Peter just closed his eyes and breathed. Then Nathan felt everything ease and Peter was smiling up at him and beginning to meet his thrusts, his fingernails digging deep into Nathan’s back. He tried to push himself up on his hands for better leverage, but Peter pulled him down close and teased Nathan’s ear with his tongue.
Slow, deep rocking, Peter’s breath in his ear, feeling Peter’s cock stir between them. Nathan felt himself getting closer. He kissed Peter and whispered in his ear, “Can you stroke yourself?” He felt Peter’s hand snake between them and saw the smile of relief when Peter grabbed himself.
Nathan listened to the eager gasps and pants, knowing that Peter was trying to keep quiet, that their time in all these hotel rooms had conditioned him to keep quiet so no one would know they were lovers.
He kissed Peter, it was wet and broken and messy and things were so perfect as he bent his head to Peter’s ear and said, “It’s okay. Scream if you want to.”
“Nathan!” Peter’s cock spurted between them, and Nathan thrust hard and deep as his own orgasm shattered him. He was calling Peter’s name and kissing and biting his shoulder and…
“Your face is sweaty, and you’re beet red.” Peter feathered kisses over his jaw between words.
“That was… amazing. And you’re pretty sweaty yourself.” He slid out of Peter and Peter grasped him tightly.
“You kept saying, ‘mine’ when you weren’t saying my name.”
“I’m a possessive bastard.”
“Yes.”
“I love you, Peter.”
“I love you, too.” Peter eased them onto their sides and reached out to touch Nathan’s face. “Is this the last time?”
Nathan turned to kiss the palm. “It should be. I’m getting married.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulders. “It won’t be. This won’t even figure in my confession before Mass because penance is for the sins you don’t plan to commit again.”
“Ma says I need to read the Inferno to practice my Italian.”
“You’re in the second circle. That’s lust. I’m in the ninth.”
“Why so far away? What’s in the ninth circle?”
“Endless ice for betraying my kindred.”
“You think you betrayed me? I came on to you.”
“I’m a dozen years older than you are. So it doesn’t matter who started it. I had the responsibility to make sure it never happened.”
Peter looked at him with deep love and concern. “I love you, Nathan. I can stand hell if you’re with me. And maybe we are a sin. I don’t know. I can’t imagine any God who would make me love you so much and then tell us we were bad for falling in love.”
Nathan snuggled closer and kissed him softly. “I have hope for us. And I’m in love with you, too.”
“Want to take a shower with me?”
Nathan kissed him again, then followed him into the shower.
***
Peter knelt quietly at Nathan’s shoulder as the words of consecration sounded over his head.
Yesterday’s operation to keep Ma away from the bridal party until the rehearsal had gone fairly well. The rehearsal went well, too. And the dinner had been perfect. Just enough big campaign contributors to make it all worthwhile for Mr. Abbott, but not so many that the intimate family feel was lost.
Nathan had come back to their room just before midnight. Peter lifted the covers and welcomed him into bed. All they’d done was sleep close to each other, but Peter knew that the opportunities to wake up with Nathan were going to be few and far between from here on out. He savored this night and this morning together.
They arrived at the cathedral about an hour and a half early. Heidi and her attendants were already around and getting ready. The photographer was documenting the preparations, and Nathan and Peter found the small office they were to use for changing.
Peter locked the door behind them, made certain the blinds were down and then knelt in front of Nathan and sucked him off. Nathan held him close and kissed him and stroked him till he came.
There was a knock on the door. The photographer enquired about getting some groom/best man preparation shots.
Nathan raised his eyebrows at Peter, who had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.
After removing his shirt, Nathan went to the door. Peter heard him explain quietly that the lighting was bad, but if she had a formal area set up, he and Peter would be out in a few minutes.
They exited with their coats over their arms, shirts open, ties around their necks.
There were pictures of both of them as they were and one with Nathan still in shirt sleeves after Peter was all suited up. Peter’s favorite moment was when he leaned over to whisper a reminder in Nathan’s ear about what they’d been doing when the photographer knocked. It turned out to be his favorite photograph out of the whole set.
When they were done with the photographer, they went back to their little office. Nathan took a flask out of his bag and poured a capful of scotch for Peter. He clinked the flask against it and they both drank a toast to their future happiness. Nathan took a second swallow from the flask and kissed Peter while it was still in his mouth. They shared the liquor back and forth, swallowing a little each when they ended the kiss.
The knock on the door this time came from one of the junior priests saying it was time for them to take their places.
Peter saw the look of pure joy on Nathan’s face when he first saw Heidi at the end of the aisle. If he wasn’t mistaken, her joy was as great as Nathan’s. He looked away and said a prayer that their joy would only increase as the years passed.
He handed Nathan the ring and shared their happiness as they were joined.
***
The professor looked at him unforgivingly.
"You're late, Mr. Petrelli."
Peter handed the professor a chocolate cigar and began to distribute them to his seminar.
"I'm an uncle, Professor Blake."
***
"Hello…Sure." Peter elbowed his brother as he put his hand over the receiver and yelled, “Nathan it's Heidi,” like he was in the next room rather than breathing softly against Peter's neck. They must have fallen asleep.
“By the way, before I turn you over to Nathan, want to have coffee tomorrow? Or, better yet, lunch? My Thursday schedule is weird, I have two classes: one at 8 a.m. and one at 8 p.m.”
“Tavern on the Green. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a really good lunch.”
Nathan said,”If you’ve finished flirting with my wife, I’d like to speak to her."
“Heidi, what’s up?”
He listened for a moment.
“I hadn’t realized it was so late. I should have left an hour ago.”
In the background, Peter called out, “My fault. Sorry.”
“If you’re sure, that would make it easier for getting to the office tomorrow.” Nathan sounded tentative. “I’ll pass it along. I love you. Good night, sweetheart.” Nathan put the phone back in the cradle. "She said I should stay here tonight, and she’ll meet you at 12:30 at Tavern tomorrow.” He knelt up and pulled Peter to him. “A class at 8 a.m. Do you have to be there?"
Peter nipped at his neck. "Yeah, sorry. There's a paper. But we can wake up together." He claimed Nathan's lips and nudged his legs. Nathan fell back on the bed with his legs wide apart in invitation.
"And we have all night."
Peter ran his hand down Nathan's chest and agreed. "A whole night."
***
The Himmelfarb's house was a little confusing. The layout wasn't what he expected, but the party was going well. Almost too well. This was the first function that Heidi's charity was sponsoring, and she and Nathan were in constant demand.
Peter and Nathan kept seeing each other across the room, then being buffeted in different directions by the motions of the crowd.
It had been three weeks since he'd seen Nathan. His body was aching with the urge to touch him. First Nathan, Heidi and Simon had gone up to Nantucket at the end of August and then one of their mother's sisters had died. Since Nathan couldn't take any more time off work, Peter had been deputized to be the man standing by his mother's side at the funeral.
Peter knew it would be a few more days before he and Nathan could do more than kiss or have a quick fumble in a closet somewhere, but even that small prospect was making his palms sweat with need. He felt like a junkie who knew his fix was near.
He'd been discussing art with a distinguished older gentleman for nearly ten minutes. Peter couldn't even remember the man's name because every nerve was aware of Nathan staring at them. Peter excused himself politely and saw an invitation in the man's smile.
One of the girls he knew from high school came up to talk to him. Janice was currently single and every cell of her body was screaming she was available. He could walk out with her right this minute and slake this all-consuming need in mindless fucking.
Peter leaned over to suggest they meet outside in a few minutes when he saw Nathan cutting through the crowd. Instead he took Janice's phone number and promised to call her on Tuesday.
Nathan came up and held his shoulders. They kissed quickly. It was accepted from them because everyone was used to seeing them together. He'd heard a few comments -- and he knew no other brothers in their immediate circle could get away with it - but being ethnically Italian apparently bought them a pass.
Sometimes Peter wished it didn't. He wanted to capture Nathan's mouth with his, thrust his tongue deep, lick his palate. Instead, a dry peck was all they were allowed. Nathan's lips weren't made for dry pecks.
Nathan gave him a personal smile and then turned on his public smile for anyone watching. "Mr. Himmelfarb's den is in the basement." He spoke into Peter's ear. "Meet me there in five minutes."
"Of course." Peter knew that was safe to say aloud.
And five minutes later, he was being pressed into a corner by Nathan's body. They were kissing passionately, barely able to breathe. Nathan whispered, "You've had a hard-on since you walked into the party."
"Only since I saw you." Peter wanted bare skin and sweat, not frantic, fully-clothed frottage.
After one long, slow kiss, Nathan pushed him into a chair. "I've wanted this for three long weeks." He dropped to his knees.
Peter bit his lip as Nathan unzipped his pants and hissed as his dripping erection was pulled out.
Nathan was achingly slow. He licked a swirl around Peter's head and hummed at the taste. He mouthed his way down the big vein and nuzzled as close to his balls as he could.
“It’s so good.” Peter groaned and moved his hips to indicate Nathan's neglect, but Nathan pinned him to the chair and took his time edging Peter toward orgasm and then pulling him back from the edge.
Peter whimpered, “I missed you so much.” He took Nathan's face between his hands and Nathan knelt up for a tender kiss.
As Nathan knelt back down, Peter turned his head toward a sound at the door. Nathan's mouth on his cock distracted him and when Nathan deep-throated him and increased the suction, Peter crashed into a bone melting orgasm.
Nathan took a large swallow of his scotch before kissing Peter. "I'll need to send this suit to the cleaners."
"Nathan. I heard something and... I think Heidi saw us."
Nathan went white. “Fuck!”
Peter continued. "Either she didn't recognize you or she's in shock, because I haven't heard anyone screaming or storming out."
"That's not Heidi's style. I don't think she'd make a public scene."
"Find her. At the very least, if she didn't recognize you, I need to talk to her."
Nathan nodded and began to go upstairs. He turned and touched his brother's face. "No matter what, I love you."
"I love you, too."
Section Title: Brothers, part 4
Author: Fabrisse
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: ADULT - EXPLICIT
Word Count: ~4500
Category: Drama
Spoilers: Pre Season , minor for Season 2 through Four Months Ago
Summary: Peter and Nathan are brothers.
Warnings: Incest, slash, mentions of teenaged het
Betas: snopes-faith and riverfox
Notes: This came out of discussions at TwoP during the episodes Nothing to Hide and Six Months Ago about either how clueless Heidi was to the vibes between her husband and his brother or how complicit she was in the secret. Since the deleted scenes in Nothing to Hide give us Nathan at Annapolis and Angela calling Heidi a “townie” those two things have entered my personal canon. The overall story is in three parts, “Townie,” “Brothers,” and “Relationships.” Each segment will have it’s own rating, but the overall series is ADULT-EXPLICIT.
Peter could hear how hard Nathan was when he walked into the room; the boner walk was unmistakable to any teenaged boy.
He’d been helping on the campaign for about three weeks. Most of that time had been spent doing mundane jobs - photocopying, handing out flyers, going door to door, or manning the phones. Some of that time had been spent reading a book in the hotel lobby so Nathan and Heidi could have a few hours away from the campaign. Most of the rest of the time had been spent begging Nathan to fuck him.
Peter looked up from his book. "I take it Mr. Abbott interrupted before you could get away together."
"Yeah, Pete, that's about right."
"So you could fuck me."
Nathan just looked at him. "Not happening. Not until you're eighteen, anyway."
Peter went back to reading. "I thought we'd agreed on seventeen?"
"Agreed is putting it too strongly. I said I'd consider seventeen."
He made a great show of ignoring Nathan. "So jack off. I'm not going to help."
Nathan draped himself across the foot of Peter's bed. "Have you ever considered the other way around?" When Peter lowered his book and made eye contact, Nathan elaborated. "You fucking me."
Peter swallowed. "I didn't think you'd want to."
"Have you thought about it?"
"Yeah." His voice was hoarse.
"I know you've been doing research. I'm positive one of us has lube stashed somewhere. So why not?"
"Have you done it before?"
"Never on the receiving end."
Peter had to squeeze himself to keep from coming. "I'll go get everything." He hesitated a moment, then crawled down the bed toward Nathan and surged against him for a kiss. "Are you sure?"
Nathan gazed into Peter's eyes. The pupils were so dilated he looked high. He wondered if his own were as black. "Positive."
"I'll be right back."
While Peter was gone, Nathan stood up and began to take his clothes off. Peter came up behind him and dropped a couple of towels and the lube on the bed, then he kissed the back of Nathan's neck and began to undo his belt.
"I was required to take ancient history," said Peter as he kissed his way along Nathan's shoulder muscles. "When we started to cover Alexander the Great, I thought of you. My perfect brother."
"I can't see myself in one of those short dresses." Peter was sliding his pants and boxers down. Nathan stepped out of them, and Peter nuzzled his balls for a second, making him gasp.
Peter pushed him onto the bed. "Everything I've read says it would be easier to take you from behind, on your hands and knees, especially for your first time."
Nathan turned over and watched Peter shuck his clothes. "I hear a ‘but’ there."
"I want to see your face -- to make sure I'm not hurting you -- but face-to-face is deep so I might hurt you." He gave a nervous smile after his babbling.
"I love watching you come, Pete. I'd rather see you the first time. The other might be physically easier, but psychologically..."
"Good." He draped himself over Nathan and began to kiss the skin under his lips. "I'm going to try to suck you as I prepare you so you'll be really relaxed, okay?"
Nathan was glad that Peter wasn't looking at his face then, because he might have a fit of the giggles. His brother was so serious. On the other hand, he was beginning to understand why so many girls trusted Peter. Instead he answered, "Okay."
Peter's tongue dragged down the ridge of Nathan's breastbone before he nipped his way down to his navel. Nathan writhed when Peter dipped into it, and Peter's slick finger began to penetrate him.
It wasn’t the first time Nathan had had a finger in his ass. A couple of his girlfriends had been adventurous, but Peter made it feel new.
“Uh, Nathan, I’m going to ask you to get on your knees for this part. Sorry, but I just can’t get it right like this.”
“Not a problem.” Nathan adjusted himself and, in his own head, admitted exactly how exposed he felt, but somehow he didn’t mind being this vulnerable with Peter. He knew Peter had a thing for his balls, but at this angle, Peter had free rein to nuzzle and lick and-oh, god, his little brother licked a stripe up his ass. Nathan came.
“Promise me we can get better tasting lube next time.”
He couldn’t believe Peter expected coherence, but he said, “Taste-test lube is now on my to-do list.”
Then Peter’s tongue seemed to be everywhere. It was firm and probing, then broad and flat as he weighed Nathan’s balls and sucked them smoothly into his warm, wet mouth. This time the slick finger managed to glide all the way in. Peter probed delicately until Nathan shuddered. At which point, Peter withdrew, added more lube and pushed two fingers into him. Once again, Peter’s tongue probed. The two fingers were loosening him gently. Peter knew exactly the spot he wanted and slowly curved his fingers to it. Nathan shuddered and bucked back. Peter’s fingers eased out, and he nudged Nathan to turn over.
Peter stuffed a pillow under Nathan’s ass to make the angle better and then leaned forward and kissed Nathan as he used three fingers to stretch him.
“Ready?” His hand shook a little as he slid on the condom.
Nathan reached up to stroke the beloved face and was rewarded with a smile. “How could I not be? I have a very thorough lover.”
The words and Nathan’s voice nearly undid Peter, but he managed to guide the head of his cock just past the first ring of flesh. “You need to relax.”
Nathan took a deep breath and willed himself to accept the intrusion. He felt Peter’s cock move into him, so he did the same thing again to bring Peter deeper. On the third breath, Nathan felt Peter’s pubic hair against his ass and opened his eyes.
“Feels so good, Nathan.”
“Yes it does.”
Peter’s eyes snapped open to meet Nathan’s. Slowly, he bent one of Nathan’s legs up and brought it around his waist.
Nathan cupped the back of his head and captured his lips. Several long kisses later, Nathan whispered in his ear, “Move.”
Peter groaned and began to fuck him. It took a few tries to find the right angle, but when he did, he felt Nathan’s cock begin to stir between them. They strained into each other, Peter pounding harder than he’d intended in his excitement, and Nathan not caring if he couldn’t sit down for a week because it felt so intense and hot and loving. He felt his orgasm build deeper and more profound every time Peter’s cock hit his prostate.
Nathan propped himself up on his elbows and began to thrust his hips up. He felt the little flair at the base of Peter’s cock and knew he had everything. His cock twitched the sweat and press of their bodies pulling him forward to ecstasy. He grabbed Peter and rolled them over, so Peter was thrusting up into him as Nathan ravaged his mouth. Nathan felt the moment that his orgasm pulled Peter over the edge with him.
They lay panting in each other’s arms side by side. “I need to pull out now or it’s going to hurt you more.”
Nathan could only nod. He wiped a small streak from Peter’s cheek. “I hit you in the face.”
Peter grinned at the wonder in his voice and went to get some warm water. “Yeah.” He looked down his body. “I’m covered with your sweat and come.”
Nathan looked up at his brother who wiped a warm washcloth over him. “It’s a good look on you.”
“Exhaustion looks pretty good on you.”
“Not exhausted, sated.” Nathan stretched his whole body. “All my appetites are completely satisfied. Until I get hungry for breakfast and it all starts again.”
Peter laughed, then his face turned serious. Before he could say anything, Nathan spoke up. He ticked the points off on his fingers. “It was wonderful. I’m a little sore, but it’s a good sore. Yes, we’ll do it again. And, yes, I’m seriously reconsidering my seventeen ban, but don’t push it.”
“I love you, Nathan.”
Nathan crawled under the covers and turned off the light. For the first time, he let himself be cradled to Peter’s chest. He kissed the nipple he felt at the edge of his mouth. “I love you, too, Peter.”
***
For Peter, the months between deciding on the wedding date and the wedding were heaven.
He didn't mind helping address envelopes. Nathan had picked him for best man, and, when their mother and her father protested, Heidi had come to his defense.
Best of all, he not only spent time with Nathan, he could see that he was helping Nathan with his job.
All this would be coming to an end the day after tomorrow. The bachelor party had been the week before in Atlantic City. Peter was too young to come along even if he was the best man.
Being the best man had been a surprise because Peter had expected Nathan to give in to pressure from both Ma and Mr. Abbott. They each had different ideas about who should be best man - Mr. Abbott wanted someone who could help his political career and Ma wanted someone who’d further Nathan’s - but they clearly thought the position was wasted on a sixteen year old.
Not only had Nathan put his foot down on the choice, Heidi had made it clear that Peter would be best man or she and Nathan would elope.
Tomorrow, the day belonged to wedding preparations and the rehearsal dinner. He and Nathan would sleep at a different hotel so that the bride and groom weren’t under the same roof the night before the wedding, but it was going to be a frantic day where his role would be to keep Ma away from Heidi.
Today was his. He and Nathan spent the day exploring Fort McHenry and walking along the Inner Harbor. It was the last day they’d have like this and Peter wanted it to last forever.
They got back to their room around nine. Peter reached for the light, but instead, found himself pressed against the wall with Nathan’s tongue tracing his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked Nathan’s tongue in. He flicked his tongue around the tip of Nathan’s and was rewarded with a low moan.
“Peter.”
“Yes.” He moved toward Nathan’s ear and tugged with his teeth.
“Would you get down on your knees and suck me?”
Peter bit Nathan’s lobe harder. “Say ‘please.’”
“Please.”
Peter moved them around so Nathan’s back was against the wall. He knelt slowly, turning on the light as he did so. “I want to see you.” He undid the button and unzipped Nathan’s fly, folding the fabric back so he had a clear view of Nathan’s erection. The thick head was dark and dripping, so Peter swiped his tongue around the crown and listened to Nathan groan.
Wrapping his hand around the base, Peter opened his mouth and leaned down until he could kiss his fist. He hollowed his cheeks with suction and began to move his hand in counterpoint. Peter couldn’t hear Nathan any more; the sounds of slurping and sheer want from his own throat drowned everything else out. He felt Nathan’s hands fist in his hair and began to move faster until he felt the swelling that meant Nathan was coming.
He swallowed everything. When he stood up, Nathan held his face in his hands and just stared for a moment before finally pulling him into a passionate kiss. He walked Peter back to the bed and pushed him onto it. He began to undo Peter’s shirt and kissed and licked each patch of skin that was exposed. When he slipped the shirt off, Nathan undid his own and shucked it quickly, then took off his pants and began to open Peter’s. He slid them off and looked at the cock in front of him. The blowjob he gave Peter was fast and frantic and he hummed with pleasure when Peter’s spunk erupted over his tongue.
Peter pulled his brother up his body and licked the little drips of white from Nathan’s lips. The weight and warmth of having Nathan on top of him satisfied so many desires. “I love you, Nathan.”
“I love you, too.” Nathan pulled back enough to look into Peter’s eyes. He kissed his nose. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” He felt Peter’s body shudder beneath him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
“Get under the covers. I’m going to get everything we need.”
When Nathan came back, Peter pulled him onto the bed and began kissing and touching everywhere he could reach. Nathan let himself be pinned for a little while and then used his strength and training to flip Peter onto his back. With his wrists pinned over his head, he looked like an occasion to sin.
Nathan asked, “Nervous?”
“A little. I’ve been wanting it forever.” He licked Nathan’s throat. “I’m afraid I won’t be any good.”
Nathan smiled gently and nudged Peter’s legs apart. They fell open and Peter spread his legs wider and raised his head to kiss Nathan.
“I’m letting go of your wrists so I can use both hands. Don’t distract me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t. Never,” and Peter reached over his head and held on to the headboard. Nathan nuzzled his neck, and a slippery finger moved between his cheeks.
He bit his lip at the first penetration, but then sighed and felt Nathan’s finger glide deeper. Nathan was gentle with him. One finger became two opening him and then a third preparing him for Nathan’s cock. Their eyes were locked on each other.
Finally, Nathan decided Peter was ready. His thick cock pressed at Peter’s entrance pushing until he made it past the tight ring of muscle.
He looked closely at his brother then and saw tears at the corner of his eyes and realized Peter’s knuckles had gone white gripping the headboard. Before he could pull out or move Peter wrapped his legs tightly around Nathan’s hips and, using the headboard for leverage, pushed himself all the way onto Nathan’s erection.
Peter was breathing hard when he let go of the headboard and cupped his hands around Nathan’s head. He pulled Nathan to him in a long kiss.
Nathan licked the tears and kissed his eyelids. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I just wanted it so much.” Another kiss shared. “Move slowly, it’ll feel good.”
Nathan’s hips began to move and, at first, Peter just closed his eyes and breathed. Then Nathan felt everything ease and Peter was smiling up at him and beginning to meet his thrusts, his fingernails digging deep into Nathan’s back. He tried to push himself up on his hands for better leverage, but Peter pulled him down close and teased Nathan’s ear with his tongue.
Slow, deep rocking, Peter’s breath in his ear, feeling Peter’s cock stir between them. Nathan felt himself getting closer. He kissed Peter and whispered in his ear, “Can you stroke yourself?” He felt Peter’s hand snake between them and saw the smile of relief when Peter grabbed himself.
Nathan listened to the eager gasps and pants, knowing that Peter was trying to keep quiet, that their time in all these hotel rooms had conditioned him to keep quiet so no one would know they were lovers.
He kissed Peter, it was wet and broken and messy and things were so perfect as he bent his head to Peter’s ear and said, “It’s okay. Scream if you want to.”
“Nathan!” Peter’s cock spurted between them, and Nathan thrust hard and deep as his own orgasm shattered him. He was calling Peter’s name and kissing and biting his shoulder and…
“Your face is sweaty, and you’re beet red.” Peter feathered kisses over his jaw between words.
“That was… amazing. And you’re pretty sweaty yourself.” He slid out of Peter and Peter grasped him tightly.
“You kept saying, ‘mine’ when you weren’t saying my name.”
“I’m a possessive bastard.”
“Yes.”
“I love you, Peter.”
“I love you, too.” Peter eased them onto their sides and reached out to touch Nathan’s face. “Is this the last time?”
Nathan turned to kiss the palm. “It should be. I’m getting married.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulders. “It won’t be. This won’t even figure in my confession before Mass because penance is for the sins you don’t plan to commit again.”
“Ma says I need to read the Inferno to practice my Italian.”
“You’re in the second circle. That’s lust. I’m in the ninth.”
“Why so far away? What’s in the ninth circle?”
“Endless ice for betraying my kindred.”
“You think you betrayed me? I came on to you.”
“I’m a dozen years older than you are. So it doesn’t matter who started it. I had the responsibility to make sure it never happened.”
Peter looked at him with deep love and concern. “I love you, Nathan. I can stand hell if you’re with me. And maybe we are a sin. I don’t know. I can’t imagine any God who would make me love you so much and then tell us we were bad for falling in love.”
Nathan snuggled closer and kissed him softly. “I have hope for us. And I’m in love with you, too.”
“Want to take a shower with me?”
Nathan kissed him again, then followed him into the shower.
***
Peter knelt quietly at Nathan’s shoulder as the words of consecration sounded over his head.
Yesterday’s operation to keep Ma away from the bridal party until the rehearsal had gone fairly well. The rehearsal went well, too. And the dinner had been perfect. Just enough big campaign contributors to make it all worthwhile for Mr. Abbott, but not so many that the intimate family feel was lost.
Nathan had come back to their room just before midnight. Peter lifted the covers and welcomed him into bed. All they’d done was sleep close to each other, but Peter knew that the opportunities to wake up with Nathan were going to be few and far between from here on out. He savored this night and this morning together.
They arrived at the cathedral about an hour and a half early. Heidi and her attendants were already around and getting ready. The photographer was documenting the preparations, and Nathan and Peter found the small office they were to use for changing.
Peter locked the door behind them, made certain the blinds were down and then knelt in front of Nathan and sucked him off. Nathan held him close and kissed him and stroked him till he came.
There was a knock on the door. The photographer enquired about getting some groom/best man preparation shots.
Nathan raised his eyebrows at Peter, who had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.
After removing his shirt, Nathan went to the door. Peter heard him explain quietly that the lighting was bad, but if she had a formal area set up, he and Peter would be out in a few minutes.
They exited with their coats over their arms, shirts open, ties around their necks.
There were pictures of both of them as they were and one with Nathan still in shirt sleeves after Peter was all suited up. Peter’s favorite moment was when he leaned over to whisper a reminder in Nathan’s ear about what they’d been doing when the photographer knocked. It turned out to be his favorite photograph out of the whole set.
When they were done with the photographer, they went back to their little office. Nathan took a flask out of his bag and poured a capful of scotch for Peter. He clinked the flask against it and they both drank a toast to their future happiness. Nathan took a second swallow from the flask and kissed Peter while it was still in his mouth. They shared the liquor back and forth, swallowing a little each when they ended the kiss.
The knock on the door this time came from one of the junior priests saying it was time for them to take their places.
Peter saw the look of pure joy on Nathan’s face when he first saw Heidi at the end of the aisle. If he wasn’t mistaken, her joy was as great as Nathan’s. He looked away and said a prayer that their joy would only increase as the years passed.
He handed Nathan the ring and shared their happiness as they were joined.
***
The professor looked at him unforgivingly.
"You're late, Mr. Petrelli."
Peter handed the professor a chocolate cigar and began to distribute them to his seminar.
"I'm an uncle, Professor Blake."
***
"Hello…Sure." Peter elbowed his brother as he put his hand over the receiver and yelled, “Nathan it's Heidi,” like he was in the next room rather than breathing softly against Peter's neck. They must have fallen asleep.
“By the way, before I turn you over to Nathan, want to have coffee tomorrow? Or, better yet, lunch? My Thursday schedule is weird, I have two classes: one at 8 a.m. and one at 8 p.m.”
“Tavern on the Green. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a really good lunch.”
Nathan said,”If you’ve finished flirting with my wife, I’d like to speak to her."
“Heidi, what’s up?”
He listened for a moment.
“I hadn’t realized it was so late. I should have left an hour ago.”
In the background, Peter called out, “My fault. Sorry.”
“If you’re sure, that would make it easier for getting to the office tomorrow.” Nathan sounded tentative. “I’ll pass it along. I love you. Good night, sweetheart.” Nathan put the phone back in the cradle. "She said I should stay here tonight, and she’ll meet you at 12:30 at Tavern tomorrow.” He knelt up and pulled Peter to him. “A class at 8 a.m. Do you have to be there?"
Peter nipped at his neck. "Yeah, sorry. There's a paper. But we can wake up together." He claimed Nathan's lips and nudged his legs. Nathan fell back on the bed with his legs wide apart in invitation.
"And we have all night."
Peter ran his hand down Nathan's chest and agreed. "A whole night."
***
The Himmelfarb's house was a little confusing. The layout wasn't what he expected, but the party was going well. Almost too well. This was the first function that Heidi's charity was sponsoring, and she and Nathan were in constant demand.
Peter and Nathan kept seeing each other across the room, then being buffeted in different directions by the motions of the crowd.
It had been three weeks since he'd seen Nathan. His body was aching with the urge to touch him. First Nathan, Heidi and Simon had gone up to Nantucket at the end of August and then one of their mother's sisters had died. Since Nathan couldn't take any more time off work, Peter had been deputized to be the man standing by his mother's side at the funeral.
Peter knew it would be a few more days before he and Nathan could do more than kiss or have a quick fumble in a closet somewhere, but even that small prospect was making his palms sweat with need. He felt like a junkie who knew his fix was near.
He'd been discussing art with a distinguished older gentleman for nearly ten minutes. Peter couldn't even remember the man's name because every nerve was aware of Nathan staring at them. Peter excused himself politely and saw an invitation in the man's smile.
One of the girls he knew from high school came up to talk to him. Janice was currently single and every cell of her body was screaming she was available. He could walk out with her right this minute and slake this all-consuming need in mindless fucking.
Peter leaned over to suggest they meet outside in a few minutes when he saw Nathan cutting through the crowd. Instead he took Janice's phone number and promised to call her on Tuesday.
Nathan came up and held his shoulders. They kissed quickly. It was accepted from them because everyone was used to seeing them together. He'd heard a few comments -- and he knew no other brothers in their immediate circle could get away with it - but being ethnically Italian apparently bought them a pass.
Sometimes Peter wished it didn't. He wanted to capture Nathan's mouth with his, thrust his tongue deep, lick his palate. Instead, a dry peck was all they were allowed. Nathan's lips weren't made for dry pecks.
Nathan gave him a personal smile and then turned on his public smile for anyone watching. "Mr. Himmelfarb's den is in the basement." He spoke into Peter's ear. "Meet me there in five minutes."
"Of course." Peter knew that was safe to say aloud.
And five minutes later, he was being pressed into a corner by Nathan's body. They were kissing passionately, barely able to breathe. Nathan whispered, "You've had a hard-on since you walked into the party."
"Only since I saw you." Peter wanted bare skin and sweat, not frantic, fully-clothed frottage.
After one long, slow kiss, Nathan pushed him into a chair. "I've wanted this for three long weeks." He dropped to his knees.
Peter bit his lip as Nathan unzipped his pants and hissed as his dripping erection was pulled out.
Nathan was achingly slow. He licked a swirl around Peter's head and hummed at the taste. He mouthed his way down the big vein and nuzzled as close to his balls as he could.
“It’s so good.” Peter groaned and moved his hips to indicate Nathan's neglect, but Nathan pinned him to the chair and took his time edging Peter toward orgasm and then pulling him back from the edge.
Peter whimpered, “I missed you so much.” He took Nathan's face between his hands and Nathan knelt up for a tender kiss.
As Nathan knelt back down, Peter turned his head toward a sound at the door. Nathan's mouth on his cock distracted him and when Nathan deep-throated him and increased the suction, Peter crashed into a bone melting orgasm.
Nathan took a large swallow of his scotch before kissing Peter. "I'll need to send this suit to the cleaners."
"Nathan. I heard something and... I think Heidi saw us."
Nathan went white. “Fuck!”
Peter continued. "Either she didn't recognize you or she's in shock, because I haven't heard anyone screaming or storming out."
"That's not Heidi's style. I don't think she'd make a public scene."
"Find her. At the very least, if she didn't recognize you, I need to talk to her."
Nathan nodded and began to go upstairs. He turned and touched his brother's face. "No matter what, I love you."
"I love you, too."