Finding Nathan's Weakness, Nathan/Peter, R
Title: Finding Nathan’s Weakness
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: R
Prompt: Day 50 and Day 15
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who ain’t me.
“Do you think you could slurp any louder?” Nathan grumbled as they walked past a mother and son feeding the birds in park. Peter grinned around the top scoop of chocolate ice cream, letting it melt around his lips and drip a little down his chin.
“Am I bothering you?” He asked, tongue darting out to catch the ice cream on his chin before it dripped onto his shirt.
“People are staring,” Nathan replied dryly, eating his own soft serve swirled cone with the kind of prudish finesse Peter would expect out of him.
“Sorry,” Peter flashed a crooked smile as he let his lips slide over the round scoop of chocolate ice cream, causing it to melt around his mouth and blend into the vanilla scoop beneath it. “It’s just really good.” He smacked his lips together and licked them noisily.
“Jesus Christ, would you quit?” Nathan narrowed his eyes and hissed as a couple of teenage girls walked by giggling. “Only you could turn ice cream into something filthy and pornographic, Peter.”
Peter shrugged innocently. “Maybe you’re the one being pornographic, Nathan. I’m just eating my cone.” Nathan stopped mid-stride on the narrow sidewalk as Peter ran his tongue around the rim of the cone, lapping up the melted ice cream that was beginning to puddle from the heat.
“Peter, I swear. If you don’t stop-
“What?” Peter grinned maliciously, taking a challengingly step toward Nathan. “What are you going to do Nathan? Push me down, make me skin my knees on the pavement and hold your cock in my hands like my ice cream here? Lick you from base to tip until you melt all over my tongue? Hmm?”
Nathan’s cheeks burned bright red as an elderly couple walking their Great Dane passed by them. Then Peter leaned in and licked the ice cream in Nathan’s shaky hand from bottom to top and Nathan forgot how to breath when he sucked the tip of the swirl into his mouth. Peter closed his eyes as the cool vanilla melted in his mouth, and the moan that he hummed deep in his throat went straight to Nathan’s cock.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” Nathan muttered hoarsely as he grabbed Peter’s arm and directed him to the car.
“You love it,” Peter said, raising his wrist to lick away the melted chocolate that had dripped on his skin.
Nathan cleared his throat as he watched Peter’s pink tongue dart across his skin, curling slightly to taste the mixture of sweet ice cream and salty skin. “I’m a bad man,” He murmured, unaware he’d spoken out loud.
“Uh-huh,” Peter grinned as he tossed his wasted ice cream into the trash bin. “But I love it.”
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: R
Prompt: Day 50 and Day 15
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who ain’t me.
“Do you think you could slurp any louder?” Nathan grumbled as they walked past a mother and son feeding the birds in park. Peter grinned around the top scoop of chocolate ice cream, letting it melt around his lips and drip a little down his chin.
“Am I bothering you?” He asked, tongue darting out to catch the ice cream on his chin before it dripped onto his shirt.
“People are staring,” Nathan replied dryly, eating his own soft serve swirled cone with the kind of prudish finesse Peter would expect out of him.
“Sorry,” Peter flashed a crooked smile as he let his lips slide over the round scoop of chocolate ice cream, causing it to melt around his mouth and blend into the vanilla scoop beneath it. “It’s just really good.” He smacked his lips together and licked them noisily.
“Jesus Christ, would you quit?” Nathan narrowed his eyes and hissed as a couple of teenage girls walked by giggling. “Only you could turn ice cream into something filthy and pornographic, Peter.”
Peter shrugged innocently. “Maybe you’re the one being pornographic, Nathan. I’m just eating my cone.” Nathan stopped mid-stride on the narrow sidewalk as Peter ran his tongue around the rim of the cone, lapping up the melted ice cream that was beginning to puddle from the heat.
“Peter, I swear. If you don’t stop-
“What?” Peter grinned maliciously, taking a challengingly step toward Nathan. “What are you going to do Nathan? Push me down, make me skin my knees on the pavement and hold your cock in my hands like my ice cream here? Lick you from base to tip until you melt all over my tongue? Hmm?”
Nathan’s cheeks burned bright red as an elderly couple walking their Great Dane passed by them. Then Peter leaned in and licked the ice cream in Nathan’s shaky hand from bottom to top and Nathan forgot how to breath when he sucked the tip of the swirl into his mouth. Peter closed his eyes as the cool vanilla melted in his mouth, and the moan that he hummed deep in his throat went straight to Nathan’s cock.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” Nathan muttered hoarsely as he grabbed Peter’s arm and directed him to the car.
“You love it,” Peter said, raising his wrist to lick away the melted chocolate that had dripped on his skin.
Nathan cleared his throat as he watched Peter’s pink tongue dart across his skin, curling slightly to taste the mixture of sweet ice cream and salty skin. “I’m a bad man,” He murmured, unaware he’d spoken out loud.
“Uh-huh,” Peter grinned as he tossed his wasted ice cream into the trash bin. “But I love it.”