Like a Dream, 4/4
First ending to a story! I was happy with how this turned out, actually... moreso than I was when it was for another fandom. I think this turned out rather nicely. I hope you agree with me.
Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 4/4 (i'm sure now)
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: pg-13 for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Though I'm in the market for a Pevenslie brother, if you're selling.
Summary: It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. When Peter finds himself lusting after the forbidden, there's little he can do except hope for the best. But what happens if the forbidden isn't at all?
Warnings: manlove, incest, pevenslove, beautiful men. Be aware.
A/N: Pretty AU. An early work. I'm not all that proud of it. But nor am I that upset with it. I just wanted to post something. O, N TTLY UNEDITED.
Weeks passed with minimal issues between the two kings of Narnia. It seemed to Peter that the dreams had simply passed on, just a phase, like his dreams of being back in England passed after a month or so of being in Narnia. Things seemed… almost normal. He and Ed went back to being simply brothers, no awkward conversations or looks beyond what normal teenage brothers dealt with… But Peter noticed that Edmund was dancing around a confrontation as if everything he did was no big deal. He noticed the meaningless brush of a hand, the way Ed brushed up against him for no reason. One time, it was still early in the morning, when they'd literally run into one another coming around a corner, Peter could have sworn that Edmund's hand grazed passed his crotch before he stepped away. He noticed all of it. Of course he noticed, these things began to happen so often that it was hard not to see them.
So it was really no surprise when the dream returned, almost a month later.
Ed's hands tangled in his long hair. The muscular expanse of chest tensing as Peter nipped at it once again, drawing a yelp of pained pleasure from the other. "God, do that again." His younger brother groaned.
Peter only smirked into his brother's chest before licking across his left nipple carefully. "What, Ed? What do you want me to do?" He asked, his voice husky and teasing, just like it always seemed to be when dealing with his younger brother.
Ed tossed his head to one side, displaying the sweat drenched neck that Peter had already left his mark of territory on. "God, just fuck me, Peter. Come on, please. Something." He pleaded.
Peter sent him a wolfish smile, ignoring his plead except for running a hand down Edmund's body to his hips before grasping his erection. "You want me inside you?"
Ed licked his lips, nodding silently. At this point, all he could do was just that.
God, Peter was hard. It would be no trouble for him to just sink into his brother... he wanted, no, needed, to do just that. Something about his own flesh and blood, lying naked and ready for him just made him-
"God, Pete. Please, don't do this to me again." Ed's voice was a whispered whine, like every word he said held a regret that he'd had to utter them. "I thought I'd gotten used to this." He muttered before speaking in another louder whisper. "I don't know how many times that is, but please, let it be the last."
Peter's face was already heated with a blush by the time he opened his eyes to the dark room. It was late, maybe three in the morning, but that was just his groggy estimate. "What time is it?" He rasped quietly, willing his erection to go unnoticed by his brother for the time being.
"Just after one." His brother replied as Peter's eyes finally adjusted to the dark room.
Ed's face, angelically lit by the candle in his hand, hovered over him protectively. His lips were pursed in either disgust or concern for his brother's well being, his eyes dark and unreadable in the half light. Peter would have given an arm and a leg to know what his younger brother was thinking. "Oh." He answered simply, innocently observing the fact that Edmund was most definitely shirtless. In what little light the clock and the window provided, his younger brother appeared to be made entirely from stone, every plane and muscle defined and solidly cold. Ed had grown up during their time in Narnia, now a well formed sixteen year old boy. Sword work had done his body a world of good.
He hated to admit it, but even now, just looking at his brother, was doing nothing to help his hard-on.
God, this had to be un-Christian. What good Christian lusts after his own brother? It was taboo. Like having sex on your parent's bed. Or… Peter could think of nothing else to say.
It was a long moment before Peter realized that Edmund was speaking. "You think we need to talk about this? Maybe you need to take some time off this whole royalty thing. Maybe this is stress induced or something." Ed began to babble, concern still evident in his quiet voice. He was dead serious, Peter realized with a jolt. Confused, but serious. Ed honestly thought he had a problem.
"No." Peter hissed into the darkness, rubbing his eyes until he saw spots. "That... would be stupid. I can't just run off into Narnia because I've got a problem with getting turned on. It's not a problem."
"Is it, Pete?" Ed asked. His voice had gotten so much lower, so much more difficult to hear, that Peter almost wondered if he'd heard him speak or not. For a long moment he'd wondered if he'd imagined it, but when he saw the look on Ed's face, expectant and vaguely curious, he knew that he'd heard correctly.
It was a question that Peter had asked himself many times before. Did Edmund want to know? Peter had overheard his brothers discussing the fact that Ed definitely swung that way, but the high king doubted if he was interested in his own flesh and blood. Especially to the point of getting off to the thought of fucking his own brother. As far as Peter knew, that was his joy alone. But still… Ed had told Lucy that it had never really bothered him… didn't that mean something?
Peter chewed on his lip for a long moment before answering. "I think you know that it's not." He murmured, more to himself than to his brother.
"Do I really." It wasn't a question, but a statement straight from wow-i'm-equivocal-land. Peter let out a frustrated sigh before his brother continued. "How much do I know?"
"Enough."
"Really."
"Yup." Peter answered, doing his best not to be distracted by the way Edmund was absentmindedly rubbing his own smooth, pale stomach. It was a hard thing to look away from, though, he found. After a moment of silence, the nineteen year old let his gaze slide to his brother's hip, and then lower once again, to his dark loose pants. They shared the exact same wardrobe for sleeping, a pair of loose, soft pants with a drawstring, and Peter liked the thought that he could always go to his brother and find some if he had none. Wait. A. Goddamn. Second.
Peter blinked. He closed his eyes for a long five seconds before opening them once again. And he rubbed one hand across them.
No, his eyes were not deceiving him. Because his younger brother, Edmund Jacob Pevenslie, was hard. Right now. Peter could tell, even in the darkness.
"What are you..." Ed broke off, no doubt asking what Peter was staring at, as his own gaze followed his brother's down his body. "Oh, fuck." He muttered, shifting uncomfortably but doing nothing to cover himself. His older brother had already seen… there was no point.
Both boy's looked away from Ed's groin at the same moment, and their gazes locked. "Edmund..." Peter didn't know what to say beyond that.
"Peter." His younger brother replied, sounding embarrassed. "It isn't how you think it is."
"Is this because you've had to listen to me groaning your name?" Peter asked, suddenly louder than he meant to be. "Is this because you've suffered through nights knowing that I was dreaming about you, naked and squirming beneath me?"
Ed looked taken aback, and for good reason. Peter was never the family member who talked about sex, that was actually Lucy's job. Since she'd turned fifteen, she had plenty to say on the subject. Usually, at the very mention of the deed, Peter would roll his eyes and begin to act as the adult, chuckling at her teenage comments but saying nothing for himself. "N...No." Ed argued weakly.
"Then what is it? Thinking about some hot girl? Just tell me, Ed." Peter replied, finally propping himself up on his elbows. "Just tell me, so I know I'm dreaming of something impossible. So I know that my dreams are only that, and can never be anything more."
Peter would have continued. He planned on it, actually, but Ed stopped him. And in a most unexpected way.
Ed Pevenslie kissed his older brother. Hard. On the mouth. And seemed to enjoy it, judging by the fact that he didn't stop. Peter's head swam as Ed's hand tangled in his hair and his lips parted when his younger brother's did too.
His erection was pressed against the inside of Ed's thigh, and his younger brother's in the same place on himself…
And they fit together. Perfectly.
Now, the only question was simple. How long would it take for the two brothers to struggle from their pants?
~FIN~
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So? What'd you think? As always, I'd love your comments.
Previous Chapter
Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 4/4 (i'm sure now)
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: pg-13 for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Though I'm in the market for a Pevenslie brother, if you're selling.
Summary: It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. When Peter finds himself lusting after the forbidden, there's little he can do except hope for the best. But what happens if the forbidden isn't at all?
Warnings: manlove, incest, pevenslove, beautiful men. Be aware.
A/N: Pretty AU. An early work. I'm not all that proud of it. But nor am I that upset with it. I just wanted to post something. O, N TTLY UNEDITED.
Weeks passed with minimal issues between the two kings of Narnia. It seemed to Peter that the dreams had simply passed on, just a phase, like his dreams of being back in England passed after a month or so of being in Narnia. Things seemed… almost normal. He and Ed went back to being simply brothers, no awkward conversations or looks beyond what normal teenage brothers dealt with… But Peter noticed that Edmund was dancing around a confrontation as if everything he did was no big deal. He noticed the meaningless brush of a hand, the way Ed brushed up against him for no reason. One time, it was still early in the morning, when they'd literally run into one another coming around a corner, Peter could have sworn that Edmund's hand grazed passed his crotch before he stepped away. He noticed all of it. Of course he noticed, these things began to happen so often that it was hard not to see them.
So it was really no surprise when the dream returned, almost a month later.
Ed's hands tangled in his long hair. The muscular expanse of chest tensing as Peter nipped at it once again, drawing a yelp of pained pleasure from the other. "God, do that again." His younger brother groaned.
Peter only smirked into his brother's chest before licking across his left nipple carefully. "What, Ed? What do you want me to do?" He asked, his voice husky and teasing, just like it always seemed to be when dealing with his younger brother.
Ed tossed his head to one side, displaying the sweat drenched neck that Peter had already left his mark of territory on. "God, just fuck me, Peter. Come on, please. Something." He pleaded.
Peter sent him a wolfish smile, ignoring his plead except for running a hand down Edmund's body to his hips before grasping his erection. "You want me inside you?"
Ed licked his lips, nodding silently. At this point, all he could do was just that.
God, Peter was hard. It would be no trouble for him to just sink into his brother... he wanted, no, needed, to do just that. Something about his own flesh and blood, lying naked and ready for him just made him-
"God, Pete. Please, don't do this to me again." Ed's voice was a whispered whine, like every word he said held a regret that he'd had to utter them. "I thought I'd gotten used to this." He muttered before speaking in another louder whisper. "I don't know how many times that is, but please, let it be the last."
Peter's face was already heated with a blush by the time he opened his eyes to the dark room. It was late, maybe three in the morning, but that was just his groggy estimate. "What time is it?" He rasped quietly, willing his erection to go unnoticed by his brother for the time being.
"Just after one." His brother replied as Peter's eyes finally adjusted to the dark room.
Ed's face, angelically lit by the candle in his hand, hovered over him protectively. His lips were pursed in either disgust or concern for his brother's well being, his eyes dark and unreadable in the half light. Peter would have given an arm and a leg to know what his younger brother was thinking. "Oh." He answered simply, innocently observing the fact that Edmund was most definitely shirtless. In what little light the clock and the window provided, his younger brother appeared to be made entirely from stone, every plane and muscle defined and solidly cold. Ed had grown up during their time in Narnia, now a well formed sixteen year old boy. Sword work had done his body a world of good.
He hated to admit it, but even now, just looking at his brother, was doing nothing to help his hard-on.
God, this had to be un-Christian. What good Christian lusts after his own brother? It was taboo. Like having sex on your parent's bed. Or… Peter could think of nothing else to say.
It was a long moment before Peter realized that Edmund was speaking. "You think we need to talk about this? Maybe you need to take some time off this whole royalty thing. Maybe this is stress induced or something." Ed began to babble, concern still evident in his quiet voice. He was dead serious, Peter realized with a jolt. Confused, but serious. Ed honestly thought he had a problem.
"No." Peter hissed into the darkness, rubbing his eyes until he saw spots. "That... would be stupid. I can't just run off into Narnia because I've got a problem with getting turned on. It's not a problem."
"Is it, Pete?" Ed asked. His voice had gotten so much lower, so much more difficult to hear, that Peter almost wondered if he'd heard him speak or not. For a long moment he'd wondered if he'd imagined it, but when he saw the look on Ed's face, expectant and vaguely curious, he knew that he'd heard correctly.
It was a question that Peter had asked himself many times before. Did Edmund want to know? Peter had overheard his brothers discussing the fact that Ed definitely swung that way, but the high king doubted if he was interested in his own flesh and blood. Especially to the point of getting off to the thought of fucking his own brother. As far as Peter knew, that was his joy alone. But still… Ed had told Lucy that it had never really bothered him… didn't that mean something?
Peter chewed on his lip for a long moment before answering. "I think you know that it's not." He murmured, more to himself than to his brother.
"Do I really." It wasn't a question, but a statement straight from wow-i'm-equivocal-land. Peter let out a frustrated sigh before his brother continued. "How much do I know?"
"Enough."
"Really."
"Yup." Peter answered, doing his best not to be distracted by the way Edmund was absentmindedly rubbing his own smooth, pale stomach. It was a hard thing to look away from, though, he found. After a moment of silence, the nineteen year old let his gaze slide to his brother's hip, and then lower once again, to his dark loose pants. They shared the exact same wardrobe for sleeping, a pair of loose, soft pants with a drawstring, and Peter liked the thought that he could always go to his brother and find some if he had none. Wait. A. Goddamn. Second.
Peter blinked. He closed his eyes for a long five seconds before opening them once again. And he rubbed one hand across them.
No, his eyes were not deceiving him. Because his younger brother, Edmund Jacob Pevenslie, was hard. Right now. Peter could tell, even in the darkness.
"What are you..." Ed broke off, no doubt asking what Peter was staring at, as his own gaze followed his brother's down his body. "Oh, fuck." He muttered, shifting uncomfortably but doing nothing to cover himself. His older brother had already seen… there was no point.
Both boy's looked away from Ed's groin at the same moment, and their gazes locked. "Edmund..." Peter didn't know what to say beyond that.
"Peter." His younger brother replied, sounding embarrassed. "It isn't how you think it is."
"Is this because you've had to listen to me groaning your name?" Peter asked, suddenly louder than he meant to be. "Is this because you've suffered through nights knowing that I was dreaming about you, naked and squirming beneath me?"
Ed looked taken aback, and for good reason. Peter was never the family member who talked about sex, that was actually Lucy's job. Since she'd turned fifteen, she had plenty to say on the subject. Usually, at the very mention of the deed, Peter would roll his eyes and begin to act as the adult, chuckling at her teenage comments but saying nothing for himself. "N...No." Ed argued weakly.
"Then what is it? Thinking about some hot girl? Just tell me, Ed." Peter replied, finally propping himself up on his elbows. "Just tell me, so I know I'm dreaming of something impossible. So I know that my dreams are only that, and can never be anything more."
Peter would have continued. He planned on it, actually, but Ed stopped him. And in a most unexpected way.
Ed Pevenslie kissed his older brother. Hard. On the mouth. And seemed to enjoy it, judging by the fact that he didn't stop. Peter's head swam as Ed's hand tangled in his hair and his lips parted when his younger brother's did too.
His erection was pressed against the inside of Ed's thigh, and his younger brother's in the same place on himself…
And they fit together. Perfectly.
Now, the only question was simple. How long would it take for the two brothers to struggle from their pants?
~FIN~
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So? What'd you think? As always, I'd love your comments.
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