Happily Ever and Ever After
Title: Happily Ever and Ever After
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 911
Spoilers: Vague S2
Warnings: Slash, PWP, schoomp
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Rapunzel. Written for sarkywoman's day of power as CEO at heroes_exchange.
Summary: After rescuing themselves, Adam and Peter know the right time is now, and always.
So new…
“Adam, please…” Peter begged, writhing as Adam slowly caressed and awaked every inch of his skin. Every muscle, every nerve was twitching, straining for some contact with his lover, and Adam made certain that every rewarding touch was in some place different and unexpected.
They had eternity to love each other, after all, and Adam didn’t want this first time to be like anything Peter had experienced before. An unexpected tickle down Peter’s side, and he was thrashing and moaning, curling his body over into Adam’s lap.
So sweet…
Adam smiled, mentally playing over every thing he’d every wanted to do to Peter during his long months in captivity. Capturing his wrists, Adam rolled, trapping Peter’s beautiful naked body under his clothed one, grinding down just enough to feel Peter’s eager hardness against his own. The feeling was familiar, welcome, but put a feeling of heat in his belly he hadn’t felt in years. It was the tinge of an infrequently-felt pain, of new love.
So eager…
“Adam, I want to. Please, please, can I?” Peter gasped, mouth clumsily attacking Adam’s as their hips moved in subtle rhythm. Smirking, Adam let go of Peter’s wrists, and dropped a kiss on that unruly dark head.
“Of course, pet,” he murmured, and spread his hands. Peter didn’t waste any time, his own trembling hands trying to divest Adam of his clothes in the fastest way possible. Adam’s belt was undoing itself by telekinesis while Peter’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Adam’s shirt, pushing the maddening barrier of cloth out of the way.
Peter’s knees hit the floor as the last of the clothing was flung away, and Adam caught his breath as Peter waited, tantalizingly close. Waiting. Watching. Hands moving but mouth silent, waiting for permission, not wanting to make a mistake after having imprisoned himself for so long.
“Go on,” Adam murmured, and placed a heavy hand on Peter’s head. “You can’t hurt me, love.”
Mine, and no one else’s, ever again…
Peter’s back bent and he touched his lips to Adam’s arousal, kissing softly, reverently, before opening his mouth to take in a much as he could. Adam threw his head back at the surge of pleasure, hand encouraging Peter to stay, to take everything.
“Oh, pet,” Adam said, fingers curling through Peter’s dark hair. “Peter, love, you’re beautiful…”
The most beautiful noise of contentment came from Peter’s throat, and Adam looked down, smiling at Peter’s happy expression, his relaxed and easy stance. Unlike so many others, Peter was genuine. Oh yes, Adam had schemed and manipulated the circumstances, but for once he had been honest. Peter was too direct to lie to, too perfect in every way to twist and scar the way Adam always did. Adam hadn’t just wanted him, he’d wanted to love him.
“Come on up, love,” Adam whispered, tugging at him gently.
Peter followed every move of Adam’s hand, pulling himself up and away, letting himself be moved backwards as if dancing, being pulled down into thick cushions, letting Adam cover him. Arcing up into him as if Adam’s touch was the only thing anchoring him to reality, moaning Adam’s name with a fervency he hadn’t heard in four hundred years.
“Please, I need you,” Peter gasped, opening himself up. Adam took the time to slick his fingers up slowly, caressing one hand down Peter’s side, trailing it over every plane and point to make him gasp and writhe anew. God, he could do this all night.
“I want you!” Peter’s voice was breathless as he clung to Adam, mouth alternately kissing hard and soft, pulling away to gasp and pant, to talk in fractured phrases that Adam needed to hear. He let his glistening fingers slide down Peter’s body, tickling around his most sensitive part, cupping and stroking until Peter was hard and writhing, incoherent with want.
“I love you!”
The declaration burst through the haze of lust and desire, the giddiness of freedom, and Adam felt new tears falling from his face to Peter’s as he let his hand breach Peter’s body.
“Oh God, Adam, I wanted this so much, love you so much,” Peter babbled, moving with perfect rhythm on Adam’s hand. “This feels so good.” Peter’s voice was tight, shaking with holding back. “So right.”
Adam pulled his hand away and slicked himself up quickly, pushing into Peter before he could even sigh at the loss. He almost had to bite into Peter’s shoulder to keep from disgracing himself, it was so hot and welcoming. Over the centuries, Adam had had hundreds, men and women both, but never with someone who loved him with his whole heart and body together. Never anyone like Peter.
“So good,” Peter repeated, holding onto Adam tight, not moving until Adam did. “I’m all right with you. I’m ok…”
Adam shuddered at the intoxication of love and control, and finally looked into Peter’s eyes, brushing away his bangs to confront his love face to face.
“Peter,” he whispered, and imagined he could feel the banked power Peter held inside him, perfectly in control as long as Adam was here. “For me, now.”
Peter tensed around him, muscles standing out in pale cords as he silently screamed his completion, body released the second the command left Adam’s lips. Feeling that power at his fingertips, knowing it was all for him, Adam kissed Peter as he came, knowing at last that he could do this forever.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 911
Spoilers: Vague S2
Warnings: Slash, PWP, schoomp
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This is a sequel to Rapunzel. Written for sarkywoman's day of power as CEO at heroes_exchange.
Summary: After rescuing themselves, Adam and Peter know the right time is now, and always.
So new…
“Adam, please…” Peter begged, writhing as Adam slowly caressed and awaked every inch of his skin. Every muscle, every nerve was twitching, straining for some contact with his lover, and Adam made certain that every rewarding touch was in some place different and unexpected.
They had eternity to love each other, after all, and Adam didn’t want this first time to be like anything Peter had experienced before. An unexpected tickle down Peter’s side, and he was thrashing and moaning, curling his body over into Adam’s lap.
So sweet…
Adam smiled, mentally playing over every thing he’d every wanted to do to Peter during his long months in captivity. Capturing his wrists, Adam rolled, trapping Peter’s beautiful naked body under his clothed one, grinding down just enough to feel Peter’s eager hardness against his own. The feeling was familiar, welcome, but put a feeling of heat in his belly he hadn’t felt in years. It was the tinge of an infrequently-felt pain, of new love.
So eager…
“Adam, I want to. Please, please, can I?” Peter gasped, mouth clumsily attacking Adam’s as their hips moved in subtle rhythm. Smirking, Adam let go of Peter’s wrists, and dropped a kiss on that unruly dark head.
“Of course, pet,” he murmured, and spread his hands. Peter didn’t waste any time, his own trembling hands trying to divest Adam of his clothes in the fastest way possible. Adam’s belt was undoing itself by telekinesis while Peter’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Adam’s shirt, pushing the maddening barrier of cloth out of the way.
Peter’s knees hit the floor as the last of the clothing was flung away, and Adam caught his breath as Peter waited, tantalizingly close. Waiting. Watching. Hands moving but mouth silent, waiting for permission, not wanting to make a mistake after having imprisoned himself for so long.
“Go on,” Adam murmured, and placed a heavy hand on Peter’s head. “You can’t hurt me, love.”
Mine, and no one else’s, ever again…
Peter’s back bent and he touched his lips to Adam’s arousal, kissing softly, reverently, before opening his mouth to take in a much as he could. Adam threw his head back at the surge of pleasure, hand encouraging Peter to stay, to take everything.
“Oh, pet,” Adam said, fingers curling through Peter’s dark hair. “Peter, love, you’re beautiful…”
The most beautiful noise of contentment came from Peter’s throat, and Adam looked down, smiling at Peter’s happy expression, his relaxed and easy stance. Unlike so many others, Peter was genuine. Oh yes, Adam had schemed and manipulated the circumstances, but for once he had been honest. Peter was too direct to lie to, too perfect in every way to twist and scar the way Adam always did. Adam hadn’t just wanted him, he’d wanted to love him.
“Come on up, love,” Adam whispered, tugging at him gently.
Peter followed every move of Adam’s hand, pulling himself up and away, letting himself be moved backwards as if dancing, being pulled down into thick cushions, letting Adam cover him. Arcing up into him as if Adam’s touch was the only thing anchoring him to reality, moaning Adam’s name with a fervency he hadn’t heard in four hundred years.
“Please, I need you,” Peter gasped, opening himself up. Adam took the time to slick his fingers up slowly, caressing one hand down Peter’s side, trailing it over every plane and point to make him gasp and writhe anew. God, he could do this all night.
“I want you!” Peter’s voice was breathless as he clung to Adam, mouth alternately kissing hard and soft, pulling away to gasp and pant, to talk in fractured phrases that Adam needed to hear. He let his glistening fingers slide down Peter’s body, tickling around his most sensitive part, cupping and stroking until Peter was hard and writhing, incoherent with want.
“I love you!”
The declaration burst through the haze of lust and desire, the giddiness of freedom, and Adam felt new tears falling from his face to Peter’s as he let his hand breach Peter’s body.
“Oh God, Adam, I wanted this so much, love you so much,” Peter babbled, moving with perfect rhythm on Adam’s hand. “This feels so good.” Peter’s voice was tight, shaking with holding back. “So right.”
Adam pulled his hand away and slicked himself up quickly, pushing into Peter before he could even sigh at the loss. He almost had to bite into Peter’s shoulder to keep from disgracing himself, it was so hot and welcoming. Over the centuries, Adam had had hundreds, men and women both, but never with someone who loved him with his whole heart and body together. Never anyone like Peter.
“So good,” Peter repeated, holding onto Adam tight, not moving until Adam did. “I’m all right with you. I’m ok…”
Adam shuddered at the intoxication of love and control, and finally looked into Peter’s eyes, brushing away his bangs to confront his love face to face.
“Peter,” he whispered, and imagined he could feel the banked power Peter held inside him, perfectly in control as long as Adam was here. “For me, now.”
Peter tensed around him, muscles standing out in pale cords as he silently screamed his completion, body released the second the command left Adam’s lips. Feeling that power at his fingertips, knowing it was all for him, Adam kissed Peter as he came, knowing at last that he could do this forever.