Fic: Beauty in the Breakdown
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: NFL RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Peyton Manning/Eli Manning
Warnings: Incest, Sex, Language
Word count: 1440
Disclaimer: This never happened.
A/N: A very big, sloppy thank you to eeyore9990. More detailed author's note after the fic.
It had been said by more than one NFL commentator that the Manning brothers could bend the space-time continuum to their will, at least on the field of play. Peyton mulled the notion over in his mind when he noticed his younger brother standing next to him in the showers at Lincoln Financial Field.
Eli was supposed to be in Seattle celebrating his win over the Seahawks. And yet there he was, having obviously pulled off the damn near impossible to be standing there, the steam and heat from the water causing tiny beads of sweat to form across his upper lip.
“I’m not in the mood, Eli.” Funny, it must be obvious to everyone else; the locker room was already deserted, Peyton’s teammates giving him a wide berth and silence that a harsh loss required. “Leave me alone, k?”
“Come on man, I’ll buy you a beer.” Eli stepped closer and crossed his arms; he wasn’t going anywhere. “So you lost to a guy that used to abuse puppies, we all have shit days.”
Peyton let the water from the shower sluice down his scalp and turned his head. “He paid his debt to society. He’s a good quarterback. Better than I was today.”
“Always the politician,” Eli snorted. “Give it up, bro. You didn’t lose the game all by yourself.”
“The last thing I want to do right now is hang out with you in the showers and have a conversation about this.” Peyton shut off the water, turning the knob more forcefully than necessary, and reached for his towel.
Eli leaned against the nearest wall, not appearing concerned that his clothes were getting wet. “Sorry about Austin. That was a hard hit.” He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers through his short cropped hair. “His wife doing okay?”
Peyton sighed and looked his brother in the eye, “She was scared to death, but he’s going to be fine. Hell, we were all scared.” Sapped of energy and finally feeling the hits he’d taken on the field left him no strength to continue this, whatever this was, with Eli. “Thanks for flying out here, man. But I’m tired and all I want now is a bed and some sleep.”
“Yeah, I hear you.” Eli walked across the floor, the soles of his shoes squeaking. “But that’s not what you need, is it?” No real height difference meant they stood face to face, so close that water dripped down Peyton’s chest to land on Eli’s creased khakis, leaving dark spots in their wake. He crowded in, invading Peyton’s space, forcing his back to the tiled wall.
“Wha-“ But before Peyton could finish the sentence, the towel was stripped from around his waist and Eli was touching his cock. It took him several moments to react, and by then he was hard and moving into Eli’s touch. Too late, he thought. Just like everything that day, too damned late.
There was moisture enough to ease Eli’s fingers along until he was using his palm and pumping Peyton’s length. It was too much for him to bear and yet not quite enough. He moved his hips in time and tried not to think about anything beyond the moment and the sensations overtaking his body.
Peyton closed his eyes, but they flew open in shock when Eli dropped to his knees and licked him from base to tip. It felt incredible and looked even better, and he knew they were both going straight to hell for this. Peyton reached for Eli and combed his fingers through his hair encouragingly, finding no words to express what he needed.
His brother’s response was instantaneous; Eli took him fully into his mouth, sucking hard and drawing him in so deep that Peyton nearly fell over. He braced himself with his hands on Eli’s shoulders and wanted to ask a million questions, but all he could manage was a moan and several swear words he never said in polite company.
Pressure built at the base of Peyton’s spine until he was nothing more than the sensations reverberating through his body. Eli worked him with his mouth, his talented tongue swirling across the tip of Peyton’s cock at each pass and taking him so far down his throat that his face was pressed to Peyton’s abdomen. He held on to Peyton’s hips, holding him steady and setting a rhythm with practiced ease.
That Peyton was going to come was a foregone conclusion; the reality was the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced in his life. He came with a shout, his knees buckling, to the sound of his brother laughing, only it was more like a hum that buzzed around his still throbbing cock, and damn if that didn’t make it even better.
Eli released him with a gentle pop and grinned, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand, the look on his face down-right evil. He stood slowly and stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. “Better?”
Peyton nodded and tried to organize his thoughts; mostly all he managed was his brother’s name, everything else got stuck in his throat. “Eli?”
“Not yet, you’re still in your head.” Eli unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, revealing his own hard length. He stroked himself twice and leaned in close. “Kiss me.”
It was unexpected and yet the most logical thing, Peyton pressed his lips to Eli’s and then opened his mouth, thrilled when Eli pushed his tongue inside and Peyton could taste himself there. His brother’s cheek was scratchy against his own, the experience rougher and more delicious than he expected. He knew what came next and he yielded to it, turning around when Eli encouraged him to, but watching over his shoulder.
“Let’s see here…” Eli smoothed one hand down Peyton’s back, and reached for one of the wall dispensers with the other. As Peyton watched Eli pump the dispenser, he idly realized it was the first time he'd ever seen the conditioner pumps being utilized; guys just didn't really have a use for the stuff. Unless their baby brother was about to fuck them silly, of course.
Eli rubbed his hands together, coating his fingers. “Relax. And don’t think,” he whispered.
Peyton shut his eyes and tried to breathe evenly, using the wall for support. Even though he was waiting for it, he jumped when Eli placed his hands on Peyton’s hips and adjusted his stance, spreading his legs further apart. The first finger felt cold, and Peyton resisted until Eli started kissing along his spine, his lips hot and melting Peyton’s doubts.
Peyton pushed back, opening himself up to Eli’s fingers and quickly lost track of how many were inside him. He felt the stretch and pull, and then Eli was right behind him, his breath tickling his ear. “Are you ready for me, Peyton? Tell me you’re ready.”
He nodded, nearly hitting his head on the wall before finally croaking yes and what sounded like please, but he wasn't entirely sure it was him that spoke. It certainly didn’t sound like him.
Eli bit him gently on the shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark, at the same time he pushed forward, his cock thrusting against Peyton’s opening.
“Push back against me,” Eli said, his hands on Peyton’s hips, showing him how.
Peyton eased back like before, not sure he could take it. It was too tight and too much and when he was convinced it wouldn't fit Eli moved, and then it did. He wanted Eli to move again, needed him to go deeper.
“Feel that?” Eli asked before he pulled out and thrust in again. “Feel it?”
“Yes,” Peyton whimpered. With each stroke, Eli’s cock rubbed across nerve endings Peyton didn’t know existed. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
Eli moved again, and Peyton met him stroke for stroke, riding the sensations until he was hard and begging for more. Their pace increased until it was punishing, and Peyton couldn’t tell where he ended and Eli began. There was only this and them in that moment. The rest of the world dissolved away.
“I’m coming,” Eli growled, grabbing Peyton tight and holding on.
***
Later Peyton wasn’t sure what to say about any of it. Eli got dressed like nothing out of the ordinary occurred and didn't blink when Peyton only mumbled a ‘thank you’ and patted him on the shoulder.
“Have to break you down to build you up.” Eli smiled and to Peyton it was like looking into a mirror. “How about that beer now?”
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Author's Notes the 2nd
1. Title and cut tag taken from the song "Let Go" by Frou Frou. I've liked it forever and have wanted to use it for a angsty, cool fic. Instead I used it for this.
2. The reason I had to write this is right here.
3. Of course I do not actually believe that Eli could travel from Seattle to Philadelphia in such a short amount of time. I also do not think the Manning brothers are boning each other, but I do enjoy the fantasy. (A few million SPN fans can't be wrong.) I don't know if Peyton talked with Austin Collie's wife after the hit, but that's the first thing that came to mind when the camera cut to him talking to someone on the phone while on the sidelines.
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: NFL RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Peyton Manning/Eli Manning
Warnings: Incest, Sex, Language
Word count: 1440
Disclaimer: This never happened.
A/N: A very big, sloppy thank you to eeyore9990. More detailed author's note after the fic.
It had been said by more than one NFL commentator that the Manning brothers could bend the space-time continuum to their will, at least on the field of play. Peyton mulled the notion over in his mind when he noticed his younger brother standing next to him in the showers at Lincoln Financial Field.
Eli was supposed to be in Seattle celebrating his win over the Seahawks. And yet there he was, having obviously pulled off the damn near impossible to be standing there, the steam and heat from the water causing tiny beads of sweat to form across his upper lip.
“I’m not in the mood, Eli.” Funny, it must be obvious to everyone else; the locker room was already deserted, Peyton’s teammates giving him a wide berth and silence that a harsh loss required. “Leave me alone, k?”
“Come on man, I’ll buy you a beer.” Eli stepped closer and crossed his arms; he wasn’t going anywhere. “So you lost to a guy that used to abuse puppies, we all have shit days.”
Peyton let the water from the shower sluice down his scalp and turned his head. “He paid his debt to society. He’s a good quarterback. Better than I was today.”
“Always the politician,” Eli snorted. “Give it up, bro. You didn’t lose the game all by yourself.”
“The last thing I want to do right now is hang out with you in the showers and have a conversation about this.” Peyton shut off the water, turning the knob more forcefully than necessary, and reached for his towel.
Eli leaned against the nearest wall, not appearing concerned that his clothes were getting wet. “Sorry about Austin. That was a hard hit.” He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers through his short cropped hair. “His wife doing okay?”
Peyton sighed and looked his brother in the eye, “She was scared to death, but he’s going to be fine. Hell, we were all scared.” Sapped of energy and finally feeling the hits he’d taken on the field left him no strength to continue this, whatever this was, with Eli. “Thanks for flying out here, man. But I’m tired and all I want now is a bed and some sleep.”
“Yeah, I hear you.” Eli walked across the floor, the soles of his shoes squeaking. “But that’s not what you need, is it?” No real height difference meant they stood face to face, so close that water dripped down Peyton’s chest to land on Eli’s creased khakis, leaving dark spots in their wake. He crowded in, invading Peyton’s space, forcing his back to the tiled wall.
“Wha-“ But before Peyton could finish the sentence, the towel was stripped from around his waist and Eli was touching his cock. It took him several moments to react, and by then he was hard and moving into Eli’s touch. Too late, he thought. Just like everything that day, too damned late.
There was moisture enough to ease Eli’s fingers along until he was using his palm and pumping Peyton’s length. It was too much for him to bear and yet not quite enough. He moved his hips in time and tried not to think about anything beyond the moment and the sensations overtaking his body.
Peyton closed his eyes, but they flew open in shock when Eli dropped to his knees and licked him from base to tip. It felt incredible and looked even better, and he knew they were both going straight to hell for this. Peyton reached for Eli and combed his fingers through his hair encouragingly, finding no words to express what he needed.
His brother’s response was instantaneous; Eli took him fully into his mouth, sucking hard and drawing him in so deep that Peyton nearly fell over. He braced himself with his hands on Eli’s shoulders and wanted to ask a million questions, but all he could manage was a moan and several swear words he never said in polite company.
Pressure built at the base of Peyton’s spine until he was nothing more than the sensations reverberating through his body. Eli worked him with his mouth, his talented tongue swirling across the tip of Peyton’s cock at each pass and taking him so far down his throat that his face was pressed to Peyton’s abdomen. He held on to Peyton’s hips, holding him steady and setting a rhythm with practiced ease.
That Peyton was going to come was a foregone conclusion; the reality was the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced in his life. He came with a shout, his knees buckling, to the sound of his brother laughing, only it was more like a hum that buzzed around his still throbbing cock, and damn if that didn’t make it even better.
Eli released him with a gentle pop and grinned, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand, the look on his face down-right evil. He stood slowly and stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. “Better?”
Peyton nodded and tried to organize his thoughts; mostly all he managed was his brother’s name, everything else got stuck in his throat. “Eli?”
“Not yet, you’re still in your head.” Eli unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, revealing his own hard length. He stroked himself twice and leaned in close. “Kiss me.”
It was unexpected and yet the most logical thing, Peyton pressed his lips to Eli’s and then opened his mouth, thrilled when Eli pushed his tongue inside and Peyton could taste himself there. His brother’s cheek was scratchy against his own, the experience rougher and more delicious than he expected. He knew what came next and he yielded to it, turning around when Eli encouraged him to, but watching over his shoulder.
“Let’s see here…” Eli smoothed one hand down Peyton’s back, and reached for one of the wall dispensers with the other. As Peyton watched Eli pump the dispenser, he idly realized it was the first time he'd ever seen the conditioner pumps being utilized; guys just didn't really have a use for the stuff. Unless their baby brother was about to fuck them silly, of course.
Eli rubbed his hands together, coating his fingers. “Relax. And don’t think,” he whispered.
Peyton shut his eyes and tried to breathe evenly, using the wall for support. Even though he was waiting for it, he jumped when Eli placed his hands on Peyton’s hips and adjusted his stance, spreading his legs further apart. The first finger felt cold, and Peyton resisted until Eli started kissing along his spine, his lips hot and melting Peyton’s doubts.
Peyton pushed back, opening himself up to Eli’s fingers and quickly lost track of how many were inside him. He felt the stretch and pull, and then Eli was right behind him, his breath tickling his ear. “Are you ready for me, Peyton? Tell me you’re ready.”
He nodded, nearly hitting his head on the wall before finally croaking yes and what sounded like please, but he wasn't entirely sure it was him that spoke. It certainly didn’t sound like him.
Eli bit him gently on the shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark, at the same time he pushed forward, his cock thrusting against Peyton’s opening.
“Push back against me,” Eli said, his hands on Peyton’s hips, showing him how.
Peyton eased back like before, not sure he could take it. It was too tight and too much and when he was convinced it wouldn't fit Eli moved, and then it did. He wanted Eli to move again, needed him to go deeper.
“Feel that?” Eli asked before he pulled out and thrust in again. “Feel it?”
“Yes,” Peyton whimpered. With each stroke, Eli’s cock rubbed across nerve endings Peyton didn’t know existed. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
Eli moved again, and Peyton met him stroke for stroke, riding the sensations until he was hard and begging for more. Their pace increased until it was punishing, and Peyton couldn’t tell where he ended and Eli began. There was only this and them in that moment. The rest of the world dissolved away.
“I’m coming,” Eli growled, grabbing Peyton tight and holding on.
***
Later Peyton wasn’t sure what to say about any of it. Eli got dressed like nothing out of the ordinary occurred and didn't blink when Peyton only mumbled a ‘thank you’ and patted him on the shoulder.
“Have to break you down to build you up.” Eli smiled and to Peyton it was like looking into a mirror. “How about that beer now?”
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Author's Notes the 2nd
1. Title and cut tag taken from the song "Let Go" by Frou Frou. I've liked it forever and have wanted to use it for a angsty, cool fic. Instead I used it for this.
2. The reason I had to write this is right here.
3. Of course I do not actually believe that Eli could travel from Seattle to Philadelphia in such a short amount of time. I also do not think the Manning brothers are boning each other, but I do enjoy the fantasy. (A few million SPN fans can't be wrong.) I don't know if Peyton talked with Austin Collie's wife after the hit, but that's the first thing that came to mind when the camera cut to him talking to someone on the phone while on the sidelines.