Semipublic Private Lives
Title: Semipublic Private Lives
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 1,380
Spoilers: None really, pre-series
Warnings: slash, consensual incest, semipublic sex, PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the a_cook1’s personal kink meme, incorporating elements of semipublic sex, exposure, dirty talk, humiliation, forced orgasm, and some other stuff. I lost track.
Summary: Nathan has something much more in mind when Peter drops in for an unexpected tryst.
“You shouldn’t have come up here,” Nathan said tiredly.
Peter only grinned insouciantly, shutting the door behind him so the sound of the party faded away. Nathan was standing by the window overlooking the atrium below, eying the glittering fundraiser that was currently going on without him. And now without Peter either.
“Well, you disappeared, so there wasn’t a lot of reason for me to stay.”
Peter came right up behind Nathan, tossing back his flute of champagne, tongue flickering out to catch the last few drops. Deliberately. Provocatively.
“You weren’t enjoying yourself, I take it?” Nathan asked mildly, seemingly ignoring the display.
Peter stopped himself from frowning. “I like it better when you’re there.”
“I had a headache, and there’s no point in losing a big donor because I accidentally bit their head off. So I thought I’d take five.”
“Hey, I know a sure-fire cure for headaches,” Peter said brightly, wrapping a hand around Nathan’s elbow and tugging slightly towards the bedroom. Oh yes, he was being pushy, but this was approximately the twentieth fundraiser he’d been forced to attend and he was honestly bored out of his mind. If he were going to keep going to these things as a favor to Nathan, he damn well wanted some compensation.
Nathan didn’t yield to the pull, but instead gave Peter one of his truly sincere smiles.
“I know things can be hard on you Pete,” he said sympathetically, reaching out to pull Peter close to him, close enough so he could whisper right in his ear. Peter sighed in contentment and rested his chin on Nathan’s shoulder. They couldn’t hold this pose long, as much as he wanted to. The atrium was right there, after all, and dozens of people could look up to see them at any time. You could only hug your brother for so long in public…
“But you have to understand they’re hard on me too.” Nathan’s hand began to rub gently along Peter’s back in a soothing motion. “Everyone wants my attention. Everyone wants a piece of me, every day, sometimes all day. My constituents, my donors, our parents, my wife, kids… you.”
Nathan’s grip turned more possessive, and Peter felt himself getting a little interested almost despite himself.
“It’s like I never have time for myself. Someone always wants something.” Nathan pulled back and lifted Peter’s chin up, kissing him softly and deeply, his late-day stubble rasping against Peter’s lips. Nervously, Peter glanced to the side. Their mom was down there.
“Hey, hey, I was just wanting to do this for you,” Peter said, trying to laugh it off. “Whatever you want, Mr. future Congressman.” He jerked his head towards the bedroom again.
Nathan pulled back slightly, his smile a little sharper. “I’ll hold you to that.” He casually began to unbutton Peter’s dress shirt, exposing an expanse of flawless skin.
“Nathan…” Peter chuckled nervously. “Uh, bedroom please?”
Nathan paused and seemed to consider that with all due gravity, his fingers idly circling one of Peter’s nipples.
“No. I think we’ll stay here.” Nathan’s voice was casual, easy, as he undid Peter’s tie and drew it from around his neck, leaving the open shirt around his shoulders.
“But-.”
“Shh,” Nathan shushed, and leaned forward again to kiss Peter hard on the neck, lapping and sucking at the pulse point as his hands rapidly circled Peter’s nipples, driving every coherent vestige of a protest from his mind. Peter was hard and starting to throb, eyes fluttering, half-sightless as he gasped uselessly at the ceiling. It took nothing, nothing for Nathan to get him off sometimes.
“So hard for me, baby brother,” Nathan whispered, hands ghosting as he moved behind Peter. The silk tie was cool as Nathan draped it over Peter’s eyes and tied it behind his head. Peter sucked in a surprised breath. This was a game they hadn’t played before. Nathan’s hands on his shoulders turned him to the right, towards the windows, and marched him nearly right up against the glass.
“Nathan?”
A single finger across his lips silenced him, and Peter willingly took it inside his mouth, sucking eagerly, giving Nathan the preview for his original intention. This was just a little game, a little punishment for disturbing him… right?
Peter gulped harder than he’d intended when Nathan’s other hand rapidly and skillfully undid his belt and pants, pushing them and his underwear down to his knees.
“Beautiful Pete. Gorgeous,” Nathan rumbled, taking his wet finger from Peter’s mouth to stroke down the center of his chest. Peter whined instinctively when Nathan grasped him, stroking his painfully hard cock in a punishing rhythm.
“You’re the prettiest thing in the hotel tonight.”
“Nathan, Nathan, please, I-. The window, they can- oh God- see!” Peter bucked in Nathan’s grasp, hands dangling uselessly, head lolled back, fear making him flush all over as he realized that all their mother, their father, Heidi had to do was look up to see him. Three-quarters naked, hard as a rock, hips jerking in time with Nathan’s strokes. He couldn’t even still his body; Nathan was flush up behind him, his own hips thrusting into Peter’s, driving him into Nathan’s hand. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, but oh God he had to or he’d cum and everyone would see him and hear him…
Peter’s cries started to get less coherent, higher-pitched, louder, even as he tried to strangle himself to silence. Nathan wouldn’t even give him fingers to suck on, wanting to hear his cries, his uninhibited little gasps and screams. When they did this other times, they always had to choose a hotel with very soundproof walls.
Then Nathan did pause and took his hands away, and Peter blessed him and cursed him, Peter’s cock throbbing in potent counterpoint to his breathing. A surreptitious little nudge from behind sent him forward, hands flat against the glass as Nathan’s fingers opened him up; slick from the lube Peter had had in his pants pocket. Peter’s eyes nearly bulged right through the blindfold at Nathan’s audacity. One thing to stroke him in front of the entire party, but to fuck him-?
Peter’s thoughts cut off as Nathan entered him, smoothly, swiftly, and hard, pressing his whole body up against the window and keeping him there, hands firm on his hips. The cool glass did nothing to calm his ardor, and Peter was soon fighting a losing battle against his body and voice to keep from screaming his climax to an entire four-block radius.
“Nathan-!”
A protest turned into a wail of pleasure as Nathan’s cock stroked right against the perfect spot on every thrust, inexorably driving Peter over the edge.
Forming words became impossible, and when Nathan reached down to stroke Peter’s weeping cock, once, twice, Peter surrendered and reached deep, filling his lungs to scream loud enough to rattle the glass and make his own ears ring. Peter’s body seized on Nathan’s cock, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside him pulsing, the cum spurting deep into his body, molten hot and savagely sweet. Peter erupted against the glass, painting his seed against the clear coolness as Nathan stroked him through quake after quake of pleasure that left his knees weak.
Nathan pulled out of him quickly, leaving Peter to lean against the glass in an attempt to keep himself upright.
“You know, that was a good remedy for a headache. Minus the screaming, of course.” Nathan punctuated his oddly playful words with a swat at Peter’s ass that drew another moan out of him.
“Jesus, Pete, what doesn’t turn you on?” Nathan added, sounding not at all displeased. “I’m going back down to the party. Join me when you feel you can show your face again.”
The door opened and closed before Peter could make sense of those words. Then they suddenly did make sense, and Peter gingerly took off his impromptu blindfold, dreading to see the entire party below have come to a screeching halt to have watched the screaming Petrelli-spawn cum against the penthouse suite window.
Instead all he saw was the party, going on like normal. That’s when he noticed the notation on the window frame.
Nelson and Sons Soundproof Glass
Oh, he was going get Nathan for this.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Wordcount: 1,380
Spoilers: None really, pre-series
Warnings: slash, consensual incest, semipublic sex, PWP
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for the a_cook1’s personal kink meme, incorporating elements of semipublic sex, exposure, dirty talk, humiliation, forced orgasm, and some other stuff. I lost track.
Summary: Nathan has something much more in mind when Peter drops in for an unexpected tryst.
“You shouldn’t have come up here,” Nathan said tiredly.
Peter only grinned insouciantly, shutting the door behind him so the sound of the party faded away. Nathan was standing by the window overlooking the atrium below, eying the glittering fundraiser that was currently going on without him. And now without Peter either.
“Well, you disappeared, so there wasn’t a lot of reason for me to stay.”
Peter came right up behind Nathan, tossing back his flute of champagne, tongue flickering out to catch the last few drops. Deliberately. Provocatively.
“You weren’t enjoying yourself, I take it?” Nathan asked mildly, seemingly ignoring the display.
Peter stopped himself from frowning. “I like it better when you’re there.”
“I had a headache, and there’s no point in losing a big donor because I accidentally bit their head off. So I thought I’d take five.”
“Hey, I know a sure-fire cure for headaches,” Peter said brightly, wrapping a hand around Nathan’s elbow and tugging slightly towards the bedroom. Oh yes, he was being pushy, but this was approximately the twentieth fundraiser he’d been forced to attend and he was honestly bored out of his mind. If he were going to keep going to these things as a favor to Nathan, he damn well wanted some compensation.
Nathan didn’t yield to the pull, but instead gave Peter one of his truly sincere smiles.
“I know things can be hard on you Pete,” he said sympathetically, reaching out to pull Peter close to him, close enough so he could whisper right in his ear. Peter sighed in contentment and rested his chin on Nathan’s shoulder. They couldn’t hold this pose long, as much as he wanted to. The atrium was right there, after all, and dozens of people could look up to see them at any time. You could only hug your brother for so long in public…
“But you have to understand they’re hard on me too.” Nathan’s hand began to rub gently along Peter’s back in a soothing motion. “Everyone wants my attention. Everyone wants a piece of me, every day, sometimes all day. My constituents, my donors, our parents, my wife, kids… you.”
Nathan’s grip turned more possessive, and Peter felt himself getting a little interested almost despite himself.
“It’s like I never have time for myself. Someone always wants something.” Nathan pulled back and lifted Peter’s chin up, kissing him softly and deeply, his late-day stubble rasping against Peter’s lips. Nervously, Peter glanced to the side. Their mom was down there.
“Hey, hey, I was just wanting to do this for you,” Peter said, trying to laugh it off. “Whatever you want, Mr. future Congressman.” He jerked his head towards the bedroom again.
Nathan pulled back slightly, his smile a little sharper. “I’ll hold you to that.” He casually began to unbutton Peter’s dress shirt, exposing an expanse of flawless skin.
“Nathan…” Peter chuckled nervously. “Uh, bedroom please?”
Nathan paused and seemed to consider that with all due gravity, his fingers idly circling one of Peter’s nipples.
“No. I think we’ll stay here.” Nathan’s voice was casual, easy, as he undid Peter’s tie and drew it from around his neck, leaving the open shirt around his shoulders.
“But-.”
“Shh,” Nathan shushed, and leaned forward again to kiss Peter hard on the neck, lapping and sucking at the pulse point as his hands rapidly circled Peter’s nipples, driving every coherent vestige of a protest from his mind. Peter was hard and starting to throb, eyes fluttering, half-sightless as he gasped uselessly at the ceiling. It took nothing, nothing for Nathan to get him off sometimes.
“So hard for me, baby brother,” Nathan whispered, hands ghosting as he moved behind Peter. The silk tie was cool as Nathan draped it over Peter’s eyes and tied it behind his head. Peter sucked in a surprised breath. This was a game they hadn’t played before. Nathan’s hands on his shoulders turned him to the right, towards the windows, and marched him nearly right up against the glass.
“Nathan?”
A single finger across his lips silenced him, and Peter willingly took it inside his mouth, sucking eagerly, giving Nathan the preview for his original intention. This was just a little game, a little punishment for disturbing him… right?
Peter gulped harder than he’d intended when Nathan’s other hand rapidly and skillfully undid his belt and pants, pushing them and his underwear down to his knees.
“Beautiful Pete. Gorgeous,” Nathan rumbled, taking his wet finger from Peter’s mouth to stroke down the center of his chest. Peter whined instinctively when Nathan grasped him, stroking his painfully hard cock in a punishing rhythm.
“You’re the prettiest thing in the hotel tonight.”
“Nathan, Nathan, please, I-. The window, they can- oh God- see!” Peter bucked in Nathan’s grasp, hands dangling uselessly, head lolled back, fear making him flush all over as he realized that all their mother, their father, Heidi had to do was look up to see him. Three-quarters naked, hard as a rock, hips jerking in time with Nathan’s strokes. He couldn’t even still his body; Nathan was flush up behind him, his own hips thrusting into Peter’s, driving him into Nathan’s hand. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, but oh God he had to or he’d cum and everyone would see him and hear him…
Peter’s cries started to get less coherent, higher-pitched, louder, even as he tried to strangle himself to silence. Nathan wouldn’t even give him fingers to suck on, wanting to hear his cries, his uninhibited little gasps and screams. When they did this other times, they always had to choose a hotel with very soundproof walls.
Then Nathan did pause and took his hands away, and Peter blessed him and cursed him, Peter’s cock throbbing in potent counterpoint to his breathing. A surreptitious little nudge from behind sent him forward, hands flat against the glass as Nathan’s fingers opened him up; slick from the lube Peter had had in his pants pocket. Peter’s eyes nearly bulged right through the blindfold at Nathan’s audacity. One thing to stroke him in front of the entire party, but to fuck him-?
Peter’s thoughts cut off as Nathan entered him, smoothly, swiftly, and hard, pressing his whole body up against the window and keeping him there, hands firm on his hips. The cool glass did nothing to calm his ardor, and Peter was soon fighting a losing battle against his body and voice to keep from screaming his climax to an entire four-block radius.
“Nathan-!”
A protest turned into a wail of pleasure as Nathan’s cock stroked right against the perfect spot on every thrust, inexorably driving Peter over the edge.
Forming words became impossible, and when Nathan reached down to stroke Peter’s weeping cock, once, twice, Peter surrendered and reached deep, filling his lungs to scream loud enough to rattle the glass and make his own ears ring. Peter’s body seized on Nathan’s cock, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside him pulsing, the cum spurting deep into his body, molten hot and savagely sweet. Peter erupted against the glass, painting his seed against the clear coolness as Nathan stroked him through quake after quake of pleasure that left his knees weak.
Nathan pulled out of him quickly, leaving Peter to lean against the glass in an attempt to keep himself upright.
“You know, that was a good remedy for a headache. Minus the screaming, of course.” Nathan punctuated his oddly playful words with a swat at Peter’s ass that drew another moan out of him.
“Jesus, Pete, what doesn’t turn you on?” Nathan added, sounding not at all displeased. “I’m going back down to the party. Join me when you feel you can show your face again.”
The door opened and closed before Peter could make sense of those words. Then they suddenly did make sense, and Peter gingerly took off his impromptu blindfold, dreading to see the entire party below have come to a screeching halt to have watched the screaming Petrelli-spawn cum against the penthouse suite window.
Instead all he saw was the party, going on like normal. That’s when he noticed the notation on the window frame.
Nelson and Sons Soundproof Glass
Oh, he was going get Nathan for this.