Teaching Nathan
Title: Teaching Nathan
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17, consensual incest
Word Count: 1,968
Spoilers: Up through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Peter/Nathan -- First time. Tracy wasn't lying. Nathan really is lousy in bed, and now Peter is disappointed. Can progress into LESSONS between Peter and Nathan if necessary.”
Summary: Peter discovers Nathan isn’t as good at everything as he thought he was.
Peter thought he couldn’t be happier when Nathan had finally joined their side. It was like all the horrible things that had happened between them, the lies and betrayal, had fallen by the wayside. Nathan was there, in front of him, wanting him, asking Peter’s forgiveness.
And so much more… After dancing around their love for each other for over ten years, Nathan had said, out loud and to Peter’s face, “I love you,” and meant it far more than simply brotherly. When they’d kissed for the first time, Peter thought he might float away, no powers needed. Nathan’s lips were amazing, and Peter had almost been distracted from what he really wanted.
He’d encouraged, and Nathan had been far from loathe. He’d been nervous, it had been his first time doing anything like this, but Peter knew what to do, and tried to guide him. And while Nathan had seemed to be in heaven, thrusting into Peter with joy and abandon, enthusiastic praise falling from his lips, Peter had discovered something horrible. That Nathan, like most politicians, had delivered the sweetest promises with his mouth, but couldn’t follow through on the execution.
So what should have been the most important, sensual, intimate moment of their lives became a trial. Peter actually found himself bored in bed, and worse. Nathan hadn’t hurt him, but it had been the most completely unfulfilling sexual experience in his life, a mechanical thrusting that failed to do anything for him. What arousal he’d had from their declaration of love and Nathan’s kisses had completely faded by the time Nathan had cum, pulling out of him and flopping down on the bed in contented exhaustion.
It wasn’t until Nathan had recovered his breath that he noticed Peter wasn’t sharing in the afterglow.
“Pete? You ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in sudden concern. Peter held back a sharp laugh that might have given Nathan the wrong impression, but some of his bitter disappointment must have shown on his face.
“Pete, what’s going on? You wanted this, right?” Nathan asked, a note of pleading in his voice. Then Nathan noticed Peter’s limp member, and the complete lack of any evidence of completion. A burning red rush of shame touched Nathan’s cheeks.
“Nathan-,” Peter started.
“What? What didn’t I do? Wasn’t it any good?” Nathan asked, jerking part of the sheets over his hips and sitting up. He looked furious with himself, Peter, and possibly the entire universe.
“Um…” Peter tried to think of a tactful way to say it, but failed on every level.
“Oh, fuck, it wasn’t, was it?” Nathan said, dropping his heads into his hands.
“Uh… Sorry, Nathan. I wanted this, I really, really did, but no. It wasn’t,” Peter said finally. Best maybe to get this out in the open now.
Nathan didn’t move his hands, and Peter could see red staining Nathan’s skin from the back of his neck.
“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” Nathan tried to stand up, but Peter moved fast and caught his arm.
“Nathan, don’t-.”
“What the hell is wrong Pete? I’ve been thinking about this since you were fourteen, I’ve wanted to do this for over ten damn years,” he shouted.
“Who the hell have you been practicing on Nathan?” Peter shot back, and Nathan scowled. The implication, the obvious evidence that this wasn’t Peter’s first time with a man, but Nathan had made a fool of himself for trying to pretend he knew more than he did, put Nathan on the defensive.
“No one’s ever said anything before,” Nathan said tightly. Peter sighed in exasperation and put his hands on Nathan’s shoulders and shook him a little to get him to look into his eyes.
“No one’s ever said anything because you’re Nathan fucking Petrelli,” Peter said forcefully. “Everything you touch turns to gold. Everyone wants you, everyone chases after you, and you can do anything you want and no one would say anything except how great you were!”
For a minute, Peter thought Nathan was going to hit him, and braced himself, thinking it was a good thing he’d absorbed Claire’s regeneration, just in case. Then Nathan’s expression went from furious to something like betrayal.
“And what about you Pete? What about those guys you were practicing with?”
“What about them? Nathan, I wanted you, but I never thought I’d get the chance, never thought you felt-.”
“Bullshit.”
“Nathan, please.”
The wind seemed to go out of Nathan’s sails, and he abruptly deflated, slumping on the bed.
“I just wanted you so badly,” Nathan said softly.
“Want is good. I can work with want,” Peter said, leaning against Nathan, dropping his head onto his shoulder. “You just have to learn what I want too.”
“Did I do anything right?” The question was more than half a plea.
“I love the way you kiss,” Peter said sincerely. “Do you want to start there?”
For an answer Nathan turned to capture Peter’s mouth with his own. Peter let him lead for long minutes, then picked up Nathan’s hands and put them on his shoulders. They almost immediately began to rush down to Peter’s hips, but Peter quickly put them back up.
“Hey, you’re learning now, ok? I just want you to touch me, all over, slow, all right?”
Nathan hesitated, and then complied, beginning to lightly caress Peter’s shoulders. The touch got a little harder as his hands moved down, but at least he seemed to be paying attention. Peter’s breath hitched a little when Nathan’s hands brushed over a nipple, and Nathan seemed to pounce on that sound. His hands stayed there until Peter forcefully moved them elsewhere.
“You have to move around Nathan, not just rub the same spot all the time. It gets fucking annoying after a while,” Peter chided.
“Heidi never seemed to mind,” Nathan said defensively.
Peter considered his next comment, knowing it was probably going to get him hurt, but said it anyway.
“Heidi was trying to get pregnant,” Peter stated flatly. He wanted Nathan to be thinking about him and what he wanted, not trying to sort through all of his sexual experiences to find the few things that might have genuinely worked.
Nathan dropped his head and gritted his teeth, flushing with profound shame.
“It’s like being fucking thirteen again,” he said.
Peter could sympathize. He’d already gone through the awkward stage of having someone tell him, with the frank and knowing attitude of teenagers the world over, exactly what he had to do to score. He’d taken orders, gotten bloody noses and scars in interesting places, left his underwear in other peoples’ homes, and generally gone through the whole gauntlet of sexual trials. Nathan hadn’t needed to, because everyone came to him and gave him whatever he wanted. And no one would tell the golden goose he was a bad lay, not when there was a golden egg at stake.
“It’s ok, I love you, we can work this out,” Peter whispered, his voice as gentle as he could make it. Placing his hands over Nathan’s, he slowly moved them over his body, showing Nathan exactly how to do it. Where to be light, where to be hard, where to rub and where to caress. Which places were ticklish and needed to be skipped over if the owner of said hands wanted any kind of nookie that night.
Nathan had kept his head down the entire time, face still red, but as Peter brought his hands back up to repeat the “lesson,” Nathan finally looked up. His hands began moving more of their own volition, eyes fixed on Peter’s face. Peter had to rein back a sudden jolt of pleasure at the sight of his big brother looking up to him for direction, actually letting him take the lead for once. Trusting him.
“It’s good,” Peter whispered, knowing Nathan needed the encouragement. Taking his hands from Nathan’s, Peter slowly pushed down on Nathan’s head until it drew close to Peter’s cock, now hard and twitching slightly from the foreplay. He could feel Nathan’s uneven breaths ticking the end of it, and bit back a moan.
“Peter? What do you want?” Nathan asked, his voice low and husky.
“I like the way you kiss Nathan,” Peter said, his voice hungry. Nathan’s breath stopped for a few heartbeats, and Peter wondered if he’d pushed too far.
“I’ve never…” Nathan trailed off.
“Kiss me, right there,” Peter begged. “Just try, please?”
Nathan’s lips hesitantly pressed to the end of Peter’s cock, just resting there for a moment, then parted to kiss, his tongue flicking out against the tip, tasting Peter’s pre-cum. Peter shivered at the delicate sensations; it was almost like a virgin’s kiss, uncertain and wanting at the same time. Nathan pulled back, and Peter looked down at him with concern.
“Ok?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded slowly.
“Just… tastes different,” Nathan mumbled, shoulders hunched a bit as if embarrassed. His blush was back, but Peter thought it was for a far different reason than last time. He suppressed a cocky grin that would only make Nathan more uncomfortable for a proper expression of concern.
“Go on, you’re doing fine,” Peter encouraged. “I want you to do it.” Please, please, please… Peter thought. He had wanted this night to be special, and after getting off to such a wretched start, things were finally looking up.
Nathan’s lips and tongue closed in around the end with a little more confidence, and Peter helped him along by gently tipping his jaw. Nathan responded by sliding Peter deeper into his mouth, and Peter had to forcefully keep himself from thrusting the rest of the way in. Nathan’s mouth was hot and tight, with deliciously snug lips, and Peter couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. He was in Nathan’s mouth, Nathan was actually…
Without any instruction, Nathan began to suck, and Peter moaned, his hands clenching in Nathan’s hair. He stopped, concerned, and Peter gently thrust up at him.
“Keep going, like that. Just like that. How much…? How much can you take?” Peter gasped. In response, Nathan slowly moved up Peter’s shaft, but couldn’t take more than half without having to back away. Shuddering, Peter grabbed one of Nathan’s hands and set it on his cock, helping him tighten his grip just so…
Nathan returned to his deep kissing, tongue sliding and rolling creatively all over and around the tip of Peter’s cock in his mouth, and Peter moaned, head falling back.
“Nathan, God, like that, more,” he babbled. Peter felt white heat boiling through him, along with a crazy joy that somehow overcame all his earlier disappointments. So maybe Nathan was crap in bed, but at least his silver tongue more than made up for it.
“Nathan, Nathan!” Peter shouted, and let his climax hit him hard, pulsing hard into his brother’s mouth. Nathan pulled away, gagging, but Peter noticed his throat working a few times before he hastily wiped the rest of Peter’s cum away.
“Was that revenge or something? Warn me next time,” Nathan said in seeming irritation, settling himself back on the bed, thigh-to-thigh with Peter.
“I did warn you. I was kinda busy,” Peter pointed out. Nathan hesitated, and Peter answered before he could speak. “That was good Nathan. That was pretty damn good.”
“Yeah…” Nathan said softly. “It felt good. You felt good when you…”
“Yeah,” Peter echoed. They fell silent for a moment, and Peter draped an arm around Nathan’s shoulders. “So, this was only the first lesson, you know.”
Nathan’s lips twitched as if he was trying to hold back a smile. “I figured.” Nathan’s arm wrapped itself around Peter’s waist. “I can learn. I love you, Pete.”
“I love you too,” Peter said, and pulled Nathan close.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17, consensual incest
Word Count: 1,968
Spoilers: Up through 3x18, “Exposed”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Peter/Nathan -- First time. Tracy wasn't lying. Nathan really is lousy in bed, and now Peter is disappointed. Can progress into LESSONS between Peter and Nathan if necessary.”
Summary: Peter discovers Nathan isn’t as good at everything as he thought he was.
Peter thought he couldn’t be happier when Nathan had finally joined their side. It was like all the horrible things that had happened between them, the lies and betrayal, had fallen by the wayside. Nathan was there, in front of him, wanting him, asking Peter’s forgiveness.
And so much more… After dancing around their love for each other for over ten years, Nathan had said, out loud and to Peter’s face, “I love you,” and meant it far more than simply brotherly. When they’d kissed for the first time, Peter thought he might float away, no powers needed. Nathan’s lips were amazing, and Peter had almost been distracted from what he really wanted.
He’d encouraged, and Nathan had been far from loathe. He’d been nervous, it had been his first time doing anything like this, but Peter knew what to do, and tried to guide him. And while Nathan had seemed to be in heaven, thrusting into Peter with joy and abandon, enthusiastic praise falling from his lips, Peter had discovered something horrible. That Nathan, like most politicians, had delivered the sweetest promises with his mouth, but couldn’t follow through on the execution.
So what should have been the most important, sensual, intimate moment of their lives became a trial. Peter actually found himself bored in bed, and worse. Nathan hadn’t hurt him, but it had been the most completely unfulfilling sexual experience in his life, a mechanical thrusting that failed to do anything for him. What arousal he’d had from their declaration of love and Nathan’s kisses had completely faded by the time Nathan had cum, pulling out of him and flopping down on the bed in contented exhaustion.
It wasn’t until Nathan had recovered his breath that he noticed Peter wasn’t sharing in the afterglow.
“Pete? You ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in sudden concern. Peter held back a sharp laugh that might have given Nathan the wrong impression, but some of his bitter disappointment must have shown on his face.
“Pete, what’s going on? You wanted this, right?” Nathan asked, a note of pleading in his voice. Then Nathan noticed Peter’s limp member, and the complete lack of any evidence of completion. A burning red rush of shame touched Nathan’s cheeks.
“Nathan-,” Peter started.
“What? What didn’t I do? Wasn’t it any good?” Nathan asked, jerking part of the sheets over his hips and sitting up. He looked furious with himself, Peter, and possibly the entire universe.
“Um…” Peter tried to think of a tactful way to say it, but failed on every level.
“Oh, fuck, it wasn’t, was it?” Nathan said, dropping his heads into his hands.
“Uh… Sorry, Nathan. I wanted this, I really, really did, but no. It wasn’t,” Peter said finally. Best maybe to get this out in the open now.
Nathan didn’t move his hands, and Peter could see red staining Nathan’s skin from the back of his neck.
“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” Nathan tried to stand up, but Peter moved fast and caught his arm.
“Nathan, don’t-.”
“What the hell is wrong Pete? I’ve been thinking about this since you were fourteen, I’ve wanted to do this for over ten damn years,” he shouted.
“Who the hell have you been practicing on Nathan?” Peter shot back, and Nathan scowled. The implication, the obvious evidence that this wasn’t Peter’s first time with a man, but Nathan had made a fool of himself for trying to pretend he knew more than he did, put Nathan on the defensive.
“No one’s ever said anything before,” Nathan said tightly. Peter sighed in exasperation and put his hands on Nathan’s shoulders and shook him a little to get him to look into his eyes.
“No one’s ever said anything because you’re Nathan fucking Petrelli,” Peter said forcefully. “Everything you touch turns to gold. Everyone wants you, everyone chases after you, and you can do anything you want and no one would say anything except how great you were!”
For a minute, Peter thought Nathan was going to hit him, and braced himself, thinking it was a good thing he’d absorbed Claire’s regeneration, just in case. Then Nathan’s expression went from furious to something like betrayal.
“And what about you Pete? What about those guys you were practicing with?”
“What about them? Nathan, I wanted you, but I never thought I’d get the chance, never thought you felt-.”
“Bullshit.”
“Nathan, please.”
The wind seemed to go out of Nathan’s sails, and he abruptly deflated, slumping on the bed.
“I just wanted you so badly,” Nathan said softly.
“Want is good. I can work with want,” Peter said, leaning against Nathan, dropping his head onto his shoulder. “You just have to learn what I want too.”
“Did I do anything right?” The question was more than half a plea.
“I love the way you kiss,” Peter said sincerely. “Do you want to start there?”
For an answer Nathan turned to capture Peter’s mouth with his own. Peter let him lead for long minutes, then picked up Nathan’s hands and put them on his shoulders. They almost immediately began to rush down to Peter’s hips, but Peter quickly put them back up.
“Hey, you’re learning now, ok? I just want you to touch me, all over, slow, all right?”
Nathan hesitated, and then complied, beginning to lightly caress Peter’s shoulders. The touch got a little harder as his hands moved down, but at least he seemed to be paying attention. Peter’s breath hitched a little when Nathan’s hands brushed over a nipple, and Nathan seemed to pounce on that sound. His hands stayed there until Peter forcefully moved them elsewhere.
“You have to move around Nathan, not just rub the same spot all the time. It gets fucking annoying after a while,” Peter chided.
“Heidi never seemed to mind,” Nathan said defensively.
Peter considered his next comment, knowing it was probably going to get him hurt, but said it anyway.
“Heidi was trying to get pregnant,” Peter stated flatly. He wanted Nathan to be thinking about him and what he wanted, not trying to sort through all of his sexual experiences to find the few things that might have genuinely worked.
Nathan dropped his head and gritted his teeth, flushing with profound shame.
“It’s like being fucking thirteen again,” he said.
Peter could sympathize. He’d already gone through the awkward stage of having someone tell him, with the frank and knowing attitude of teenagers the world over, exactly what he had to do to score. He’d taken orders, gotten bloody noses and scars in interesting places, left his underwear in other peoples’ homes, and generally gone through the whole gauntlet of sexual trials. Nathan hadn’t needed to, because everyone came to him and gave him whatever he wanted. And no one would tell the golden goose he was a bad lay, not when there was a golden egg at stake.
“It’s ok, I love you, we can work this out,” Peter whispered, his voice as gentle as he could make it. Placing his hands over Nathan’s, he slowly moved them over his body, showing Nathan exactly how to do it. Where to be light, where to be hard, where to rub and where to caress. Which places were ticklish and needed to be skipped over if the owner of said hands wanted any kind of nookie that night.
Nathan had kept his head down the entire time, face still red, but as Peter brought his hands back up to repeat the “lesson,” Nathan finally looked up. His hands began moving more of their own volition, eyes fixed on Peter’s face. Peter had to rein back a sudden jolt of pleasure at the sight of his big brother looking up to him for direction, actually letting him take the lead for once. Trusting him.
“It’s good,” Peter whispered, knowing Nathan needed the encouragement. Taking his hands from Nathan’s, Peter slowly pushed down on Nathan’s head until it drew close to Peter’s cock, now hard and twitching slightly from the foreplay. He could feel Nathan’s uneven breaths ticking the end of it, and bit back a moan.
“Peter? What do you want?” Nathan asked, his voice low and husky.
“I like the way you kiss Nathan,” Peter said, his voice hungry. Nathan’s breath stopped for a few heartbeats, and Peter wondered if he’d pushed too far.
“I’ve never…” Nathan trailed off.
“Kiss me, right there,” Peter begged. “Just try, please?”
Nathan’s lips hesitantly pressed to the end of Peter’s cock, just resting there for a moment, then parted to kiss, his tongue flicking out against the tip, tasting Peter’s pre-cum. Peter shivered at the delicate sensations; it was almost like a virgin’s kiss, uncertain and wanting at the same time. Nathan pulled back, and Peter looked down at him with concern.
“Ok?” Peter asked. Nathan nodded slowly.
“Just… tastes different,” Nathan mumbled, shoulders hunched a bit as if embarrassed. His blush was back, but Peter thought it was for a far different reason than last time. He suppressed a cocky grin that would only make Nathan more uncomfortable for a proper expression of concern.
“Go on, you’re doing fine,” Peter encouraged. “I want you to do it.” Please, please, please… Peter thought. He had wanted this night to be special, and after getting off to such a wretched start, things were finally looking up.
Nathan’s lips and tongue closed in around the end with a little more confidence, and Peter helped him along by gently tipping his jaw. Nathan responded by sliding Peter deeper into his mouth, and Peter had to forcefully keep himself from thrusting the rest of the way in. Nathan’s mouth was hot and tight, with deliciously snug lips, and Peter couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. He was in Nathan’s mouth, Nathan was actually…
Without any instruction, Nathan began to suck, and Peter moaned, his hands clenching in Nathan’s hair. He stopped, concerned, and Peter gently thrust up at him.
“Keep going, like that. Just like that. How much…? How much can you take?” Peter gasped. In response, Nathan slowly moved up Peter’s shaft, but couldn’t take more than half without having to back away. Shuddering, Peter grabbed one of Nathan’s hands and set it on his cock, helping him tighten his grip just so…
Nathan returned to his deep kissing, tongue sliding and rolling creatively all over and around the tip of Peter’s cock in his mouth, and Peter moaned, head falling back.
“Nathan, God, like that, more,” he babbled. Peter felt white heat boiling through him, along with a crazy joy that somehow overcame all his earlier disappointments. So maybe Nathan was crap in bed, but at least his silver tongue more than made up for it.
“Nathan, Nathan!” Peter shouted, and let his climax hit him hard, pulsing hard into his brother’s mouth. Nathan pulled away, gagging, but Peter noticed his throat working a few times before he hastily wiped the rest of Peter’s cum away.
“Was that revenge or something? Warn me next time,” Nathan said in seeming irritation, settling himself back on the bed, thigh-to-thigh with Peter.
“I did warn you. I was kinda busy,” Peter pointed out. Nathan hesitated, and Peter answered before he could speak. “That was good Nathan. That was pretty damn good.”
“Yeah…” Nathan said softly. “It felt good. You felt good when you…”
“Yeah,” Peter echoed. They fell silent for a moment, and Peter draped an arm around Nathan’s shoulders. “So, this was only the first lesson, you know.”
Nathan’s lips twitched as if he was trying to hold back a smile. “I figured.” Nathan’s arm wrapped itself around Peter’s waist. “I can learn. I love you, Pete.”
“I love you too,” Peter said, and pulled Nathan close.