Thinking Loudly
Title: Thinking Loudly
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,590
Spoilers: Late S3, vaguely
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Matt/Peter - a massage leads to their first time. Submissive Peter please!”
Summary: Matt needs a massage. Peter needs a little more than that…
“You took a hell of a beating out there today,” Peter said sympathetically, waving Matt into the hotel room. Matt grimaced as Peter shut the door, sitting down gingerly on one of the beds, trying not to make his back spasm again.
“Yeah, I didn’t exactly planned to get tackled by three guys at once. If I’m going to be in a dogpile, I’d rather have in on my own terms, you know?” Matt said, trying to make a joke out of what could have been a very dangerous situation.
They’d been ambushed by government agents, and only the fact that they’d encountered the advance scouts and not the full team had saved them. Matt had gotten into their heads and had them pause just long enough for him and Peter to escape with their lives, not to mention the list of names that Rebel had wanted. But right now all they needed to do was lie low and let the heat die down so they could move.
If I’m capable of moving after an hour, Matt thought, wincing. He’d strained several muscles in his back when he’d been slammed to the floor, not to mention he was still slacking off adrenaline from the fight.
“Matt, are you going to be ok?” Peter asked. He, Matt noticed with annoyance, was perfectly fine from being knocked around, being as he’d borrowed Claire’s regeneration for this mission.
“My back. Wrenched it or something,” Matt said shortly, and wondered if he dared lie down.
“I could fix that for you, if you’d let me,” Peter offered.
“What, you found a way to transfer your powers?” Matt asked incredulously. Peter bit back a smile.
“I meant a massage. To get the knots out,” he clarified. Matt blinked, was suddenly very thankful Peter hadn’t borrowed his power, and quickly parried with a question.
“They teach massage in nursing school?”
“I was a hospice nurse; it came with the territory. If you can’t get out of bed…”
Matt was listening only partially to Peter’s extended explanation, being as the rest of him was listening to the unvoiced monologue.
Wish he’d of let me take those hits, he shouldn’t have been hurt. It was my job to protect him; I didn’t do that…
Matt quickly accepted, as much as to stop Peter’s guilty thoughts as for a chance at pain relief. And for a chance to get Peter’s hands on him. Matt wouldn’t admit, except perhaps while very drunk, that he flat-out missed everything he’d tried so hard to throw away. He missed Janice, he missed Mohinder, and he missed Daphne. He missed someone being willing to be with him for a reason other than necessity. And he missed, to be perfectly frank, waking up with someone. He’d been on the run, been captured and had escaped many times, and was constantly living at the edge of danger. Sex would at least help take the edge off! And Peter, when he wasn’t trying to be professional, was kind, compassionate, and attractive.
Well, at least Matt could dream. And his dream, at least, could be a few orders of magnitude more potent than a simple daydream.
Want to get my hands on him. “Go ahead and take off your shirt. Lie down,” Peter suggested. “I’ll get some lotion.”
Matt’s brain struggled eagerly to reconcile both the spoken and unspoken comments, while Matt’s battered body slowly eased itself onto the surface of the bed. Easy, Matt told himself. You try to look too far into this before he gets you loosened up and you’re going to slip a disc.
Two minutes later, Matt was feeling too good to think or look at anything at all. Fifteen minutes later, the pain was entirely gone.
Peter, you were wasted as a nurse. Seriously, Matt thought idly as Peter’s fingers continued to soothe out phantom aches.
“Nathan always said I had magic fingers. But that sounds sort of porny on a resume,” Peter said with a bit of a laugh, his hands sliding gently down Matt’s ribs.
You took my power, Matt accused silently, realizing Peter had “overheard” him.
“Uh…” Peter said out loud. Shit, shit, shit, things were going so well…
“Just couldn’t help yourself, or was there a reason?” Matt asked out loud. With the pain gone, Matt was able to pay attention to other urges, urges that he was certain Peter had been subtly encouraging since they walked in the door.
Matt slowly pushed himself off the bed and turned around, freezing at the sight of a very naked Peter standing next to him. A very naked and aroused Peter.
“Uh…” Matt said intelligently. He hadn’t been quite expecting this. Searching for a lifeline, or a call from a friend, or even a damn fifty-fifty, Matt opened his mind to Peter’s, finding his thoughts hot and frothing.
He feels so good under my hands. Big, solid, commanding… Like that. Like him. Want him. Just need it, so bad…
Matt erection was sudden and urgent, thrusting against jeans gone far too tight. He gritted his teeth for control, wanting to take what Peter was offering so very badly. But they were all under stress, all under strain, and just because Matt wanted to scratch an itch didn’t mean that Peter realized the consequences of what he was doing.
I don’t want to take advantage of you, Matt thought, trying to offer him a way out.
But I want you too. Please, Peter thought back with fervor.
God bless the advantages of two-way telepathy. The pornographic images that came back with that thought put all possibility of consequences far from Matt’s mind.
“On your knees,” Matt whispered hoarsely. Peter complied instantly, cock bobbing and driving Matt a little crazy. “Wider, spread out, hands behind your back.” Peter spread his knees and clasped his hands behind himself, watching Matt with rapt attention.
Handcuffs, Officer Parkman? Peter thought, looking up at him with the faintest hint of a smile.
Matt groaned at that mental image and unbuckled his belt, shucking his pants and underwear in record time.
Believe me, if I had handcuffs Peter, I’d be making you assume the position, Matt thought back, grinning.
Next time, Peter promised.
“Sshh,” Matt said, and reached down to take himself in hand, stroke along his length, trying to decide what he wanted out of Peter. Peter kneeling. Peter open…
So thick, like that. So good. Big hands. I was right. Like looking at him. Damn, could cum just like that, watching him, can’t touch myself, fuck… Peter’s thoughts weren’t conscious sendings, just overheard scraps, and all the more intimate because of it.
And while the sheer idea of watching Peter cum just from watching him was intoxicating, Matt wanted more.
“Suck,” Matt decided, breath hitching a little as Peter simply bent his back to take Matt’s cock in all the way, not changing his stance or using his hands. Gravity and lack of balance forced Peter to take Matt deep and keep him there, lodged hard in his throat, swallowing and squeezing, sucking in desperate air through his nose.
Ok, Peter? Matt asked. In returned he only got a moan that sent pleasurable vibrations to every part of his body. You can use your hands, Matt allowed, and Peter’s hands closed on his thighs, giving Peter the leverage to pull himself up. His tongue traced the veins and probed every fissure, lapping and licking in a rhythm that made Matt grow even harder.
Breathing more raggedly now, Matt watched Peter, carding one hand through his hair, and listened as only he could.
Needed him so bad. He understands what I need, he hears it…
“Yeah,” Matt murmured. He had heard what Peter wanted, not in so many words, but had heard it just the same. “Peter, get the lotion, put it on your fingers.”
One of Peter’s hands abandoned Matt’s body to spread the smooth, white lotion on his fingers, working it through them with a delightful squelching sound.
“Put them inside you,” Matt said, feeling the sexual feedback from both Peter’s mind and his mouth, the former red-hot with need, the later increasing suction in delight. “One at a time, as many as you can take. Next time, that’ll be me.”
Matt, fuck yes, so good, Peter thought. Matt’s view was blocked by Peter’s body, but the mental play-by-play was more than enough. Stretches so wide, yeah. More, have to have it… Yeah, all in, so deep. Hurts good… God, so big Matt, please Matt, want it!
Matt clenched his hand on Peter’s head, forcing him deep as his orgasm shook him, pounding through so powerfully that he lost track of where he was for long, blissful minutes. When he came back to full consciousness, Peter’s mouth was still around him, licking him clean, his hand still working within his body, writhing and mewling.
Matt, please! Please, let me, please!
“Cum for me,” Matt said, releasing Peter’s desire. He watched every beautiful line in Peter’s body tense, freezing him like a statue of marble, before semen flew in an almost artistic arc, striping over Peter’s belly and chest. Watching Peter cum from his words alone was almost as potent as cumming himself, and Matt leaned back to admire it.
Eventually Peter relaxed, sagging on his knees and breathing heavily, eyes glassy with desire, staring straight at Matt.
“I need to get dogpiled more often,” Matt said into the thick silence, a stupidly pleased grin on his face.
Please! Peter thought back, echoing his smile.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,590
Spoilers: Late S3, vaguely
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Matt/Peter - a massage leads to their first time. Submissive Peter please!”
Summary: Matt needs a massage. Peter needs a little more than that…
“You took a hell of a beating out there today,” Peter said sympathetically, waving Matt into the hotel room. Matt grimaced as Peter shut the door, sitting down gingerly on one of the beds, trying not to make his back spasm again.
“Yeah, I didn’t exactly planned to get tackled by three guys at once. If I’m going to be in a dogpile, I’d rather have in on my own terms, you know?” Matt said, trying to make a joke out of what could have been a very dangerous situation.
They’d been ambushed by government agents, and only the fact that they’d encountered the advance scouts and not the full team had saved them. Matt had gotten into their heads and had them pause just long enough for him and Peter to escape with their lives, not to mention the list of names that Rebel had wanted. But right now all they needed to do was lie low and let the heat die down so they could move.
If I’m capable of moving after an hour, Matt thought, wincing. He’d strained several muscles in his back when he’d been slammed to the floor, not to mention he was still slacking off adrenaline from the fight.
“Matt, are you going to be ok?” Peter asked. He, Matt noticed with annoyance, was perfectly fine from being knocked around, being as he’d borrowed Claire’s regeneration for this mission.
“My back. Wrenched it or something,” Matt said shortly, and wondered if he dared lie down.
“I could fix that for you, if you’d let me,” Peter offered.
“What, you found a way to transfer your powers?” Matt asked incredulously. Peter bit back a smile.
“I meant a massage. To get the knots out,” he clarified. Matt blinked, was suddenly very thankful Peter hadn’t borrowed his power, and quickly parried with a question.
“They teach massage in nursing school?”
“I was a hospice nurse; it came with the territory. If you can’t get out of bed…”
Matt was listening only partially to Peter’s extended explanation, being as the rest of him was listening to the unvoiced monologue.
Wish he’d of let me take those hits, he shouldn’t have been hurt. It was my job to protect him; I didn’t do that…
Matt quickly accepted, as much as to stop Peter’s guilty thoughts as for a chance at pain relief. And for a chance to get Peter’s hands on him. Matt wouldn’t admit, except perhaps while very drunk, that he flat-out missed everything he’d tried so hard to throw away. He missed Janice, he missed Mohinder, and he missed Daphne. He missed someone being willing to be with him for a reason other than necessity. And he missed, to be perfectly frank, waking up with someone. He’d been on the run, been captured and had escaped many times, and was constantly living at the edge of danger. Sex would at least help take the edge off! And Peter, when he wasn’t trying to be professional, was kind, compassionate, and attractive.
Well, at least Matt could dream. And his dream, at least, could be a few orders of magnitude more potent than a simple daydream.
Want to get my hands on him. “Go ahead and take off your shirt. Lie down,” Peter suggested. “I’ll get some lotion.”
Matt’s brain struggled eagerly to reconcile both the spoken and unspoken comments, while Matt’s battered body slowly eased itself onto the surface of the bed. Easy, Matt told himself. You try to look too far into this before he gets you loosened up and you’re going to slip a disc.
Two minutes later, Matt was feeling too good to think or look at anything at all. Fifteen minutes later, the pain was entirely gone.
Peter, you were wasted as a nurse. Seriously, Matt thought idly as Peter’s fingers continued to soothe out phantom aches.
“Nathan always said I had magic fingers. But that sounds sort of porny on a resume,” Peter said with a bit of a laugh, his hands sliding gently down Matt’s ribs.
You took my power, Matt accused silently, realizing Peter had “overheard” him.
“Uh…” Peter said out loud. Shit, shit, shit, things were going so well…
“Just couldn’t help yourself, or was there a reason?” Matt asked out loud. With the pain gone, Matt was able to pay attention to other urges, urges that he was certain Peter had been subtly encouraging since they walked in the door.
Matt slowly pushed himself off the bed and turned around, freezing at the sight of a very naked Peter standing next to him. A very naked and aroused Peter.
“Uh…” Matt said intelligently. He hadn’t been quite expecting this. Searching for a lifeline, or a call from a friend, or even a damn fifty-fifty, Matt opened his mind to Peter’s, finding his thoughts hot and frothing.
He feels so good under my hands. Big, solid, commanding… Like that. Like him. Want him. Just need it, so bad…
Matt erection was sudden and urgent, thrusting against jeans gone far too tight. He gritted his teeth for control, wanting to take what Peter was offering so very badly. But they were all under stress, all under strain, and just because Matt wanted to scratch an itch didn’t mean that Peter realized the consequences of what he was doing.
I don’t want to take advantage of you, Matt thought, trying to offer him a way out.
But I want you too. Please, Peter thought back with fervor.
God bless the advantages of two-way telepathy. The pornographic images that came back with that thought put all possibility of consequences far from Matt’s mind.
“On your knees,” Matt whispered hoarsely. Peter complied instantly, cock bobbing and driving Matt a little crazy. “Wider, spread out, hands behind your back.” Peter spread his knees and clasped his hands behind himself, watching Matt with rapt attention.
Handcuffs, Officer Parkman? Peter thought, looking up at him with the faintest hint of a smile.
Matt groaned at that mental image and unbuckled his belt, shucking his pants and underwear in record time.
Believe me, if I had handcuffs Peter, I’d be making you assume the position, Matt thought back, grinning.
Next time, Peter promised.
“Sshh,” Matt said, and reached down to take himself in hand, stroke along his length, trying to decide what he wanted out of Peter. Peter kneeling. Peter open…
So thick, like that. So good. Big hands. I was right. Like looking at him. Damn, could cum just like that, watching him, can’t touch myself, fuck… Peter’s thoughts weren’t conscious sendings, just overheard scraps, and all the more intimate because of it.
And while the sheer idea of watching Peter cum just from watching him was intoxicating, Matt wanted more.
“Suck,” Matt decided, breath hitching a little as Peter simply bent his back to take Matt’s cock in all the way, not changing his stance or using his hands. Gravity and lack of balance forced Peter to take Matt deep and keep him there, lodged hard in his throat, swallowing and squeezing, sucking in desperate air through his nose.
Ok, Peter? Matt asked. In returned he only got a moan that sent pleasurable vibrations to every part of his body. You can use your hands, Matt allowed, and Peter’s hands closed on his thighs, giving Peter the leverage to pull himself up. His tongue traced the veins and probed every fissure, lapping and licking in a rhythm that made Matt grow even harder.
Breathing more raggedly now, Matt watched Peter, carding one hand through his hair, and listened as only he could.
Needed him so bad. He understands what I need, he hears it…
“Yeah,” Matt murmured. He had heard what Peter wanted, not in so many words, but had heard it just the same. “Peter, get the lotion, put it on your fingers.”
One of Peter’s hands abandoned Matt’s body to spread the smooth, white lotion on his fingers, working it through them with a delightful squelching sound.
“Put them inside you,” Matt said, feeling the sexual feedback from both Peter’s mind and his mouth, the former red-hot with need, the later increasing suction in delight. “One at a time, as many as you can take. Next time, that’ll be me.”
Matt, fuck yes, so good, Peter thought. Matt’s view was blocked by Peter’s body, but the mental play-by-play was more than enough. Stretches so wide, yeah. More, have to have it… Yeah, all in, so deep. Hurts good… God, so big Matt, please Matt, want it!
Matt clenched his hand on Peter’s head, forcing him deep as his orgasm shook him, pounding through so powerfully that he lost track of where he was for long, blissful minutes. When he came back to full consciousness, Peter’s mouth was still around him, licking him clean, his hand still working within his body, writhing and mewling.
Matt, please! Please, let me, please!
“Cum for me,” Matt said, releasing Peter’s desire. He watched every beautiful line in Peter’s body tense, freezing him like a statue of marble, before semen flew in an almost artistic arc, striping over Peter’s belly and chest. Watching Peter cum from his words alone was almost as potent as cumming himself, and Matt leaned back to admire it.
Eventually Peter relaxed, sagging on his knees and breathing heavily, eyes glassy with desire, staring straight at Matt.
“I need to get dogpiled more often,” Matt said into the thick silence, a stupidly pleased grin on his face.
Please! Peter thought back, echoing his smile.