Games We Play
Title: Games We Play
Author: Rose Ganymede
Pairings/Characters: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 821
Spoilers: None
Summary: Nathan and Peter meet up for a play date.
Notes/Warnings: Written for Prompt #65, with a wee hint of #66. Feedback, as always, is love <3
Disclaimer: Characters borrowed with great love and appreciation from Tim Kring, NBC, and all the rest. No harm or profit intended.
“Knock it off, Pete.”
Nathan gritted his teeth, huffing out a long-suffering breath between them. Peter only took it as encouragement and sidled closer to his brother, their hips brushing, his fingers still idly tracing the veins in Nathan’s wrist.
“What?” Peter smirked. Cocked his head like he cocked his hips, cocky little bastard, Nathan thought wryly. “Do you really think we’re going to run into anyone you know on the subway this late at night?” Peter licked his lips around a smile, nudged himself a little closer to his brother. Enough to slide a hand into his pocket.
Nathan sucked in a breath, ready to curse and swat the kid’s hand away, but Peter kept it still, just a light, warm touch against Nathan’s thigh. Barely there, barely noticeable, the two of them close enough that no one could even see, but not close enough that there was anything to see. Nathan tried to relax, reached up with the hand not grasping the pole for balance to loosen up his tie.
“And why exactly are we taking the subway again?” Nathan muttered. He tried to scowl at Peter, but a bemused smile came out instead. Usually did. He reached out and tucked a strand of his brother’s hair behind his ear, out of habit more than anything, but there was something endearing to it. Peter smiled back crookedly, and Nathan’s hand lingered. He ran his thumb softly over Peter’s temple, and Peter nuzzled into it, eyes closing. Peter, always so eager to be touched, petted, putty in Nathan’s hands at the slightest brush of skin. Nathan felt it like a rush through him, heady and sweet with just that twinge of wrong, guilty, and then the train jostled suddenly, sending Peter flying forward, Nathan’s arm folding him in instinctively.
“Easy there, Pete.”
The subway stopped shuddering, but Peter only curled closer, his chest flushed against Nathan now and both hands holding onto his waist.
It was Nathan’s turn to smirk. “There’s a reason they have poles for you to hold onto, you know,” he murmured, lifting an eyebrow. Peter laughed, throaty; Nathan felt it melt into his chest.
“All in good time, Nathan. All in good time.”
This time Nathan did swat his brother, lightly across the back of his head. He leaned in until his lips brushed Peter’s ear. “Now don’t be naughty, Peter.” He felt his brother shiver against him, and then Peter was pushing closer, tighter, until Nathan felt the thick line of Peter’s cock pressing into his thigh. “Can’t you be a good boy and wait until we get home?”
Peter let out a low moan, and Nathan coughed nervously as the woman sitting next to them raked them over with concern. He offered her his kissing-babies smile, as Peter liked to call it, and she turned back to her paper. Peter chuckled darkly, and Nathan really wanted to slap him. Peter could tell.
Peter inched closer, shifting just enough to feel Nathan showing interest himself. He nipped lightly at the man’s ear before whispering, “What are you gonna do if I’m not a good boy, huh?” He pulled back and smirked, lips inches away from Nathan’s. “Punish me?”
Nathan’s eyes darted around the subway car before fixing on his little brother’s. He set Peter with a smoldering stare, and Peter really couldn’t tell if Nathan was pissed off now or aroused; it was a thin line with them, and the younger Petrelli wasn’t about to complain. It was all part of the game, and Peter knew his part. Loved his part. He ran his tongue over his teeth and grinned.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Nathan answered. No kissing-babies smile for Peter; this one was all shark. Nathan wrapped a hand in Peter’s hair and tugged him forward, growled into his ear. “One more thing and when we get home I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you until you cry.” Peter bit his lip, shoving down the moan along with the slight spike of fear. Nathan was serious. Peter could stop now, if he wanted to.
He didn’t, of course. Peter wanted to play. So did Nathan; Peter could tell that too. Nathan didn’t know how to ask for it - wouldn’t ask for it - but that was okay. Peter understood, what Nathan needed, what he needed. They could take care of each other, the one time Nathan would let him. Peter knew what to do.
He kissed his brother, square on the lips, quick and chaste but enough. Peter saw something flash in Nathan’s eyes - anger, lust, amusement, satisfied. Smug bastard, Peter thought. Nathan just nodded, crisp, and didn’t say another word. The message was clear.
Peter shivered and bit back a sigh.
It was almost their stop, just a block from Peter’s apartment. And Heidi wasn’t expecting Nathan home tonight.
*
To be continued...in a very NC-17 way... ;)
Author: Rose Ganymede
Pairings/Characters: Nathan/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 821
Spoilers: None
Summary: Nathan and Peter meet up for a play date.
Notes/Warnings: Written for Prompt #65, with a wee hint of #66. Feedback, as always, is love <3
Disclaimer: Characters borrowed with great love and appreciation from Tim Kring, NBC, and all the rest. No harm or profit intended.
“Knock it off, Pete.”
Nathan gritted his teeth, huffing out a long-suffering breath between them. Peter only took it as encouragement and sidled closer to his brother, their hips brushing, his fingers still idly tracing the veins in Nathan’s wrist.
“What?” Peter smirked. Cocked his head like he cocked his hips, cocky little bastard, Nathan thought wryly. “Do you really think we’re going to run into anyone you know on the subway this late at night?” Peter licked his lips around a smile, nudged himself a little closer to his brother. Enough to slide a hand into his pocket.
Nathan sucked in a breath, ready to curse and swat the kid’s hand away, but Peter kept it still, just a light, warm touch against Nathan’s thigh. Barely there, barely noticeable, the two of them close enough that no one could even see, but not close enough that there was anything to see. Nathan tried to relax, reached up with the hand not grasping the pole for balance to loosen up his tie.
“And why exactly are we taking the subway again?” Nathan muttered. He tried to scowl at Peter, but a bemused smile came out instead. Usually did. He reached out and tucked a strand of his brother’s hair behind his ear, out of habit more than anything, but there was something endearing to it. Peter smiled back crookedly, and Nathan’s hand lingered. He ran his thumb softly over Peter’s temple, and Peter nuzzled into it, eyes closing. Peter, always so eager to be touched, petted, putty in Nathan’s hands at the slightest brush of skin. Nathan felt it like a rush through him, heady and sweet with just that twinge of wrong, guilty, and then the train jostled suddenly, sending Peter flying forward, Nathan’s arm folding him in instinctively.
“Easy there, Pete.”
The subway stopped shuddering, but Peter only curled closer, his chest flushed against Nathan now and both hands holding onto his waist.
It was Nathan’s turn to smirk. “There’s a reason they have poles for you to hold onto, you know,” he murmured, lifting an eyebrow. Peter laughed, throaty; Nathan felt it melt into his chest.
“All in good time, Nathan. All in good time.”
This time Nathan did swat his brother, lightly across the back of his head. He leaned in until his lips brushed Peter’s ear. “Now don’t be naughty, Peter.” He felt his brother shiver against him, and then Peter was pushing closer, tighter, until Nathan felt the thick line of Peter’s cock pressing into his thigh. “Can’t you be a good boy and wait until we get home?”
Peter let out a low moan, and Nathan coughed nervously as the woman sitting next to them raked them over with concern. He offered her his kissing-babies smile, as Peter liked to call it, and she turned back to her paper. Peter chuckled darkly, and Nathan really wanted to slap him. Peter could tell.
Peter inched closer, shifting just enough to feel Nathan showing interest himself. He nipped lightly at the man’s ear before whispering, “What are you gonna do if I’m not a good boy, huh?” He pulled back and smirked, lips inches away from Nathan’s. “Punish me?”
Nathan’s eyes darted around the subway car before fixing on his little brother’s. He set Peter with a smoldering stare, and Peter really couldn’t tell if Nathan was pissed off now or aroused; it was a thin line with them, and the younger Petrelli wasn’t about to complain. It was all part of the game, and Peter knew his part. Loved his part. He ran his tongue over his teeth and grinned.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Nathan answered. No kissing-babies smile for Peter; this one was all shark. Nathan wrapped a hand in Peter’s hair and tugged him forward, growled into his ear. “One more thing and when we get home I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you until you cry.” Peter bit his lip, shoving down the moan along with the slight spike of fear. Nathan was serious. Peter could stop now, if he wanted to.
He didn’t, of course. Peter wanted to play. So did Nathan; Peter could tell that too. Nathan didn’t know how to ask for it - wouldn’t ask for it - but that was okay. Peter understood, what Nathan needed, what he needed. They could take care of each other, the one time Nathan would let him. Peter knew what to do.
He kissed his brother, square on the lips, quick and chaste but enough. Peter saw something flash in Nathan’s eyes - anger, lust, amusement, satisfied. Smug bastard, Peter thought. Nathan just nodded, crisp, and didn’t say another word. The message was clear.
Peter shivered and bit back a sigh.
It was almost their stop, just a block from Peter’s apartment. And Heidi wasn’t expecting Nathan home tonight.
*
To be continued...in a very NC-17 way... ;)