svmadelyn wins the internets and a made-up meme
♥ Y'all, svmadelyn wins the internets. Forreals. She runs undermistletoe singlehandedly, is super-organized, and every time I turn around the woman is doing something fabulous for fandom. ♥
She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to ( Read more... )
She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to ( Read more... )
They're alone at the cabin, and if he wants, he can stretch his fingers across Nathan's thigh and tease the swell of his dick until it hardens. He licks his lips, rakes his teeth across them, then flexes his fingers and-
Nathan shifts his focus, catches Peter red…fingered. "You're thinking about my dick again, aren't you, little brother?"
His cheeks flame. "How did you know?"
Mouth stern but eyes bright, Nathan traces the outline of Peter's hand on his thigh. Peter spreads his fingers like he wants to spread his thighs, and when Nathan's finger strokes the webbing between his third and fourth fingers, Peter sucks in a needy, fluttery breath. "How?" he asks again, and his voice sounds hungry-soft.
"Aside from your greedy little fingers, you mean?"
Nathan's smiling now, and it sets off a curl of heat in his belly. He nods.
"Your mouth goes slutty." His lips tingle, burn, in the wake of Nathan's blunt thumb swiping over them. "Like it needs to be filled."
God. He knew it was wrong, what they did, but none of the girls he'd dated, not even Paula Metzger who fingered his ass while she sucked him, made his cock leak like Nathan calling him a slut.
Seventeen, his brother's bitch, and both of them know it. All Nathan has to do is glance to the floor and he'll be on his knees creaming his shorts for the chance to suck him. Or ass up in the middle of the bed, thighs spread, begging to be used.
Nathan's hand slides down his back, fingers slipping under the waistband of his denim shorts to tease the cleft of his ass. "Thinking about getting fucked now. Thinking it's been a while since I deep-dicked you."
Peter arches back against Nathan's fingers and keens low in his throat. "Thinking this is the first time we've been alone at the cabin and there are a lot of rooms that haven't heard me tell you whose slut I am."
That, finally, shakes a growl loose from Nathan. The hand in his hair tightens. "And whose slut are you, Pete?"
He shivers, despite the heat, at the ownership in his brother's tone. "Yours. I'm yours."
The living room hears it first him on his knees, sucking like the slut that he is, then the kitchen when they go for water and Nathan pins him against the refrigerator and fingers his ass 'til he sobs. After that the bedroom, with him arms out grabbing the light-weight summer blanket while Nathan reams him good. Later it's the bathroom, and Nathan kneeling for him for once. Then the bedroom again, but this time it's sweet, soft moans, and Nathan fucking him slow while he kisses him.
They sleep together, despite the lazy summer heat, and when he wakes, Nathan's watching him. Peter shifts, reaches for Nathan. Smiling, Nathan murmurs, "Such a slut for my dick, little brother."
But Peter hears, knows he means, I love you.
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(Now I can do my Hinduism reading without any distractions. Well, sort of.)
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(Enjoy the reading!)
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Just...whoa. This so hot and dirty and I love how you turn Peter out but still let us know he loves Nathan and Nathan loves him.
This fic is all about the hunger they have for each other. *Claps*
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Of course I also saw it as an excuse to wrte DIRTY Petrellicest. Hee. ;)
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