Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine
Title: Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Nathan/Daphne, Nathan/Charlie, Nathan/Isaac, Nathan/Matt/Mohinder, implied Nathan/Tracy/Jessica, Janice, Bennet, Peter
Rating: NC-17 for lots of sex
Word Count: 3,440
Spoilers: Some characters from S3, no real spoilers
Warnings: Het, slash, dirty talk, threesome, complete crack (resemblance to reality = none), prostitution, porn, Stripper!AU
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: Written for the Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again for the prompt: “How about some prostitute!Nathan fic - Nathan being his normal calculating, arrogant self; Nathan getting off on it because he *wants* to - i.e. no humiliation in it; Nathan's services being procured by two people. If you could work Peter in - even if not sexually - it would be nice.” This is in the same Stripper!AU ‘verse as Private Show and Very Private Show.
Summary: A day in the life of Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine.
“Hey, sexy.”
Nathan popped an eye open to see a smiling blonde crouching by the side of his bed. Her short hair was flying away from her head like wings, and she was, as his mom would have said, cute as a button.
“Hey, babe,” he said, breaking into a grin. “What’s going on?”
“Have time for a quickie before I go to work?” she asked.
Nathan’s grin got even wider. “Always.”
Less than ten minutes later, the bathroom was ringing with short, breathy cries breaking into a loud wail as Nathan held them both up in the steaming cascade of water. He groaned as he felt her body rippling around him, letting his own orgasm pulse through him in a short, sharp, sweet burst of pleasure. He lingered in her for a few long moments, idly fondling her small, exquisitely sensitive breasts, until she finally giggled and pulled away.
“God, that was great,” she said sincerely, and Nathan pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss.
“Don’t be late for work, babe,” he said as she opened the door. He gave her ass a playful smack on her way out, and she gasped indignantly, winking at him as she gathered up her clothes and went out the door.
Nathan quickly stripped off his condom and tossed it in the trash, taking another few indulgent moments to finish his shower.
“Hey, Janice?” he called. His secretary was always listening in, and the whole penthouse was wired for sound.
“Yes, Mr. Petrelli?”
“What was her name? She was pretty cute.”
“Ah, that was… Daphne,” she said after a moment. “She’s interested in rescheduling.”
“Oh sure, put her on the list. Morning slots-.”
“Are always harder to fill, yes, Mr. Petrelli.”
Nathan grinned again as he shut off the water, grabbing a towel to roughly dry off and wrap around his hips as he padded out front to his secretary’s desk. Janice was a classy lady, very elegant, but Nathan had learned the hard way that it was bad to sleep with the staff, even if you were a whore.
Rather, Nathan didn’t consider himself just a whore. Yes, he took money for people to have sex with him, but if people hadn’t been paying him, he probably would have been having just as much sex with a lot less to show for it. Some people’s talents lay in painting, or practicing medicine, or politics. Nathan’s lay in porn, in driving anyone and everyone to want him to fuck them. Or be fucked by them.
He thought he’d found a dream job at eighteen when he became a stripper at The Stud Farm, the best all-male stripper club in town. Then he’d had the poor judgment, though exquisite taste (in his opinion) to enjoy the company of two of the prettiest bouncers. He thought he’d actually been fairly restrained; he was convinced, to this day, that he totally could have gotten a club-wide orgy at some point going if Claire hadn’t found out he’d managed to get Meredith and Heidi pregnant with a week of each other.
That had led to him getting fired, and learning a very important lesson about buying high-quality condoms.
Almost fifteen years later, he’d made a virtue (and he always mentally snickered at that) out of necessity and built a multi-million dollar fortune on his talent. He’d had an epiphany about what he could do to capitalize on his sex drive one morning in the bathroom. Why should he have to jerk himself off in the shower in the morning when someone else would pay to do that for him? It was a win/win situation. Two minutes later, he’d taken that one step later. Who wouldn’t pay to see that either? Why should only a few people get the privilege of his company when he could reach so many more by adding some cameras and DVDs?
With that combination of businesses, he’d managed to neatly sidestep the whole sordid adult entertainment business directly and get exactly what he wanted. Which was a steady stream of people who wanted to have sex with him, and a ton of cameras to capture every angle for the rest of the world to see. He’d hired his own cameramen and editors (shooting from two-way mirrors in his penthouse), got his clients to sigh a waver, pixilated out the faces of the shy ones, and sold his exploits world-wide. Everyone profited. His kids had everything they could possibly want or need, Meredith and Heidi had promised not to sue, and Nathan was having the best time of his life.
Not everyone got to live their dream job every minute of every day.
“So, who’s on the schedule today, Janice?” he asked, leaning over the desk and giving a winning smile.
“You have a talkie later this morning, a quickie over lunch, tag-team this afternoon, and a double date this evening.”
“Ooo, talkie, love those. Anyone I know, or someone new?” he asked. Sometime his second year as a pro, he’d managed to bring one sweet girl off just by talking in her ear. She’d said she had a real thing for his voice. Nathan didn’t get to do that too often, not everyone was that responsive, but adored in having that much power over someone. He’d even made a few audio tapes for lonely singles that had sold surprisingly well. It was a very popular download for iPods as well…
“Her name’s Charlene, but she prefers to be called Charlie. She’s really sweet, I know you’ll like her,” Janice said.
“You know me, I like everyone,” Nathan reminded her.
Janice tried to hide a smile as she consulted her appointment book. “Yes, sir. Always. Looks like today should be good for the books too.”
“Sounds fantastic, Jan. Let me go talk to the crew. How long until Charlie gets here?”
“Just an hour, get a move on!” Janice said briskly, shooing him along before he could start laying on more charm.
Ducking his head submissively, unsuccessfully hiding a cocky smile, Nathan strolled back into his den and knocked on the false wall. It slid aside to reveal Bennet, hard at work editing this morning’s romp.
“You could have looked at the camera more,” he said in greeting.
Nathan laughed. He’d lured Bennet away from a lucrative but difficult career in the porn industry to work for him, and he was one of the best in the business at knowing what sold. It was through him that Nathan had done some of his more adventurous work. He was willing to try anything once. (There was no way in hell Nathan would have let an amateur do any bondage or S&M work on him; those things demanded a professional, and Bennet knew all of them.)
“Hey, it was a quickie, we’re not making an Oscar-winner here,” Nathan pointed out.
“You just consider yourself damn lucky that Hiro has wired more cameras in this apartment than you have condoms,” Bennet snapped testily.
“Now you’re just exaggerating,” Nathan said, trying to tone down his exuberance so Bennet wouldn’t feel he had to get even grumpier in retaliation.
“Yeah, sure, just go get ready, and try to be loud enough so we can actually hear you this time,” Bennet said, and shut the door in Nathan’s face. Biting his lip to suppress a snicker, Nathan went to go find some clothes. By Bennet’s attitude, he probably did have a winner on the screen.
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“Charlie, you look beautiful,” Nathan said warmly, close enough to her ear for her to feel the warmth of his breath. She was a pretty little thing when she’d walked into the room a half-hour ago wearing her bright sundress, but she was beautiful now, naked and lying on his bed, eyes shut tight, Nathan’s hands holding hers above her head, body flushed as he kept up as steady stream of flattery and encouragement.
“So eager, I can smell you,” he rumbled, and felt gratified to hear Charlie whimper and buck her hips. “So wet, aren’t you? Ready for me, aren’t you? But you’re better than that, aren’t you? You don’t need me for this; you’re so strong, independent, you can take whatever you want. Mind over matter, isn’t that what you said, Charlie?”
“Yeah, Nathan…” she breathed, and Nathan bit his lip hard to keep himself from opening his pants and sliding a hand around his aching erection. He loved doing this, but the strain on his self-control was always a challenge.
“You can feel me inside you, can’t you? Pushing in, so slow, it stretches so good, easy…” Nathan let his voice roughen a little, and was gratified to see her gasp and arch her hips up, like she was welcoming him in. “My hands on your tits, so sweet Charlie. Kissing you, sucking on those nipples-.”
She actually gasped, and Nathan watched her breasts perk up, her head arcing back into the mattress. It only took a few minutes more before she cried out, her whole body going tight and flushed with passion. Nathan licked his lips before talking her back down to earth, finally leaving her with a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“You’re something special, Charlie,” he said sincerely, and watched her smile as she left the room. As the door shut, Nathan rolled over onto his back and rapidly undid his pants to relieve some of the pressure on his dick.
“Janice?” he called. “Please tell me Isaac is on time, because-.”
“Yes, yes, I’m sending him in now,” Janice said quickly, before Nathan could wax eloquent on the exact hardness of his cock.
The door burst open, and Isaac all but ran through, somehow managing to shed his clothes but keep a hold of his notepad and pencil.
“Nathan, man, I have had the worst writer’s block,” Isaac said, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I seriously need your help.”
Making sure he didn’t laugh, Nathan quickly pulled Isaac down onto the bed. The man was a starving artist, extremely talented, but with a very small clientele. And he had a very weird creative process. He insisted he had his best ideas while getting fucked. Nathan, a big fan of his work, was always glad to help for only the most nominal of fees.
People like Isaac and Daphne helped keep Nathan grounded. Oh sure, at this point in his career, Nathan could advertise himself as a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night escort and only have to work a dozen times a year to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, but he didn’t want that. High-class escorts generally only got high-class assholes as customers, people that were so used to power and privilege that they’d treat him like a nice piece of steak that needed to be cooked to order.
Yes, sometimes it was nice to be able to pay two months’ worth of bills with only six hours worth of work, but it generally wasn’t very satisfying. You got the occasional good apple, but usually not. On the other hand, the people that could only afford to pay twenty bucks for the privilege of Nathan’s company were generally much happier and easier to please. If they wanted to get off with the sexual equivalent of a rock star, then that generally made Nathan’s day. As long as they were certifiably clean and healthy (and sane), Nathan was glad to make himself available to anyone. He never forgot about the little guy.
Isaac gripped onto his notebook and pencil with white knuckles as Nathan got everything ready, pushing into him with steady pressure, sighing in contentment at Isaac’s welcoming heat.
“How’s that creativity flowing?” Nathan asked, bemused that the minute he was inside, Isaac started moving his pencil, getting down sketches and notes both. It might look like he was being ignored, but truthfully Nathan knew Isaac was excruciatingly aware of him.
“Good, good, so fucking good, you just opened me up-. I can see exactly where I need to go- uh- oh fuck, Nathan, this is going to be so great-!”
Twisting so Isaac was cradled in his lap, Nathan took the pace slow and easy, watching the light in Isaac’s eyes from pleasure and new ideas both. He scribbled furiously as Nathan tried to hold off as long as he could, not too easy when Isaac was clenching around him as every new idea occurred to him. With what he’d gone through with Charlie earlier, Nathan wasn’t going to be able to last nearly as long as Isaac would want.
“Isaac…” he warned, feeling a creeping heat and tightness in his balls.
“Just a sec, just a sec, almost there!” Isaac almost wailed, writing frantically. Nathan had to bury his face in Isaac’s shoulder to keep from laughing out loud; the man was utterly devoted to his work. Wrapping a companionable hand around Isaac’s twitching cock, Nathan stroked a few times, and Isaac was gone, pencil falling from his grip as he clenched hard around Nathan. Gasping at the beautiful heat, Nathan let go, feeling Isaac’s arms around him as he rocked them through their orgasms.
“Get any good ideas?” Nathan asked, whispering into Isaac’s ear.
“Oh yeah, tons,” Isaac said, blinking in astonishment. “Damn, you’re a lifesaver. I had a deadline in a week and was totally blocked. You’re my fucking muse.”
Nathan did laugh at that, long and loud, and Isaac only looked exasperated as he gathered up his notebook (and clothes).
“Catch you later, Mendez! And I better see you thanking me in the credits!”
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A couple hours later, freshly showered and dressed in something both stylish and easily removable, Nathan sipped some coffee while he waited for his tag-team appointment.
“It’s Mohinder, from the Stud Farm,” Janice had told him. “You’re an anniversary present for his boyfriend Matt.”
“Ooo, better not tell Claire her employees come to me. She’d flay me alive,” Nathan opined, and Janice had rolled her eyes with agreement. Actually, Claire would probably do more than that. She’d been so pissed at discovering Nathan’s shenanigans with Heidi and Meredith that she’d sworn off straight strippers entirely. She’d probably dip Nathan in boiling oil if there was any hint that he was seducing her current employees.
It’s not personal, strictly business, Nathan thought, nodding firmly. Just because he’d never actually been back to the Stud Farm since he’d been fired didn’t mean he didn’t drop the occasional business card or promo DVD in their general direction…
The door opened, and Nathan set aside his coffee to smile at the lean, dark, curly-haired Mohinder, who was leading a blindfolded man, dark-haired and a bit heavyset, a bit taller than Nathan.
Nathan had already gotten the details beforehand, and just put a winning smile on his face when Mohinder whipped the blindfold off Matt’s eyes.
“Happy fifth, Matthew,” Mohinder said proudly. Nathan could see Matt blink a bit in confusion, and finally focus on him. Then his eyes went so huge Nathan feared he would do himself permanent damage. Matt’s mouth dropped open in shock, and Mohinder actually had to keep him from falling over.
“Nate the Great?” Matt said faintly, and Nathan walked forward to slide a hand up Matt’s chest to convince him he wasn’t dreaming.
“In the flesh,” he said, cupping his hand around Matt’s neck.
“But- I- Mo-?” Matt sputtered.
“I know you have all his films, Matt,” Mohinder said, and Nathan watched Matt’s pale skin turn a fascinating shade of red. “I do too, you know.”
“You do?”
“I know which one’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”
Two Hot to Handle, Nathan said mentally. Starring Yours Truly, Zane Taylor, and Trevor Zeitlan. He still had fond memories of that one, and he was sure Zane did too. He hadn’t known a human being could be that fucked out. But he supposed two hours of non-stop attention by two devoted people would do that to a man.
Matt swallowed dryly, and his eyes began to glitter in anticipation.
“Ok?” Mohinder asked in a small voice.
“Yeah, I mean, yes! Mohinder… wow… Sir, I’m such a huge fan of your work,” Matt all but babbled the last to Nathan.
Nathan was never one to avoid such an obvious line. “I bet you are,” he said, sliding his hand down to cup at Matt’s groin, eyebrows rising in a spontaneous show of surprise. “Very huge fan. But you don’t have to call me ‘sir.’ Unless you want to.”
Mohinder slowly began to move Matt towards the bed, and Nathan followed eagerly, pushing him down on the edge and sliding an eager hand along the man’s bulging crotch. Mouth watering in anticipation, Nathan slowly slid to his knees between Matt’s eagerly-spread thighs. Above him, Mohinder was slowly divesting Matt of his jacket, stopping to pepper every inch of him with kisses.
Seeing Matt’s worshipful gaze, Nathan slowly rubbed along the front of his pants, reveling in the way he felt Matt twitch and strain towards him. Things were going to get unimaginably better for both of them.
I’m going to blow his mind… and a few other things. God, I love my job.
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“-anice?” Nathan called, removing his face from the mattress.
“Yes, Mr. Petrelli?”
“See if Peter’s free? Say I’d really appreciate it if he could come by and fix me.”
“Oh dear, was it even worse than it sounded?”
Nathan’s heartfelt groan was all the answer Janice needed.
After Matt and Mohinder’s party (which had left Matt a happy, quivering pile of unabashed affection), Nathan had only one last appointment, that of a “date” with a pair of twin socialites. They were one of his ten-thousand-dollar-a-night jobs, and he hadn’t anticipated it to go quite so… strenuously. Usually “dates” were just him hanging on someone’s arm while wearing a tuxedo, usually followed by some wind-down sex after a glittering cocktail party. It wasn’t always particularly mind-blowing, but it was usually fairly straightforward.
Jessica and Tracy had had something a little more athletic in mind.
And now he was so sore he could barely move.
Less than an hour later, he heard the door open and close.
“Oh, Nathan, what was it now?” Peter asked.
“Shmerg,” Nathan managed in greeting, face pressed back into the mattress.
He could almost hear his brother’s eyeroll. Peter was also a stripper at the Stud Farm, but unlike Nathan, he had a perfectly respectable day job in a high-end day spa doing massage therapy. He, luckily, hadn’t been blessed, or cursed, with Nathan’s insatiable sex drive.
Regardless at his exasperation of Nathan’s lifestyle, Peter grabbed a bottle of oil from his bag and set to getting the kinks out of Nathan’s body. Once Nathan’s back had stopped seizing up, he could actually manage to talk without feeling like his neck was going to snap.
“Twins. Blonde twins. Absolute knockouts,” he started.
“Aren’t they all?” Peter asked rhetorically, digging his knuckles into a pressure point on Nathan’s neck to get the muscles to loosen.
“Ow! Dammit, Pete!”
“Have to do it if you want to actually be able to use your head again,” Peter said, far too smugly in Nathan’s opinion.
“Anyways, they decide to cut out of the reception or whatever-the-heck it was early and come back here-.”
“Because they wanted your bod,” Peter cut in, snickering.
“Shut up,” Nathan said without heat. “So, I think Jessica was some kind of tantric master or something because she was putting me in positions I think are illegal in five states-.”
“Which has certainly never stopped you before, because you exist completely without shame.”
Nathan didn’t dignify that with a comment. “And Tracy had this real thing for ice cubes, and I couldn’t exactly stop her with arms sort of pinned and my legs jammed right back behind-.”
“And that’s all I need to hear about that!” Peter cut in quickly. His hands unerringly sought out the worst remaining knots in Nathan’s muscles, and after a few long moments, Nathan actually felt able to sit up.
“You’re gifted and talented, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” Nathan declared, flexing his newly mobile body with great appreciation.
Grinning, Peter just shook his head. “I take it business is good, cramps aside?”
“Always,” Nathan said, stretching slowly.
“Take it easy, bro,” Peter said. “I have work in the morning.”
Hopping up from the bed, Peter gave Nathan a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out the door.
Hauling himself back up the bed, Nathan flopped down on the pillows.
“Bennet, Hiro, pack it in. Janice, goodnight. See you in the morning.”
Pleasantly aching from a hard day’s work, Nathan drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Nathan/Daphne, Nathan/Charlie, Nathan/Isaac, Nathan/Matt/Mohinder, implied Nathan/Tracy/Jessica, Janice, Bennet, Peter
Rating: NC-17 for lots of sex
Word Count: 3,440
Spoilers: Some characters from S3, no real spoilers
Warnings: Het, slash, dirty talk, threesome, complete crack (resemblance to reality = none), prostitution, porn, Stripper!AU
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: Written for the Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again for the prompt: “How about some prostitute!Nathan fic - Nathan being his normal calculating, arrogant self; Nathan getting off on it because he *wants* to - i.e. no humiliation in it; Nathan's services being procured by two people. If you could work Peter in - even if not sexually - it would be nice.” This is in the same Stripper!AU ‘verse as Private Show and Very Private Show.
Summary: A day in the life of Nathan Petrelli, Sex Machine.
“Hey, sexy.”
Nathan popped an eye open to see a smiling blonde crouching by the side of his bed. Her short hair was flying away from her head like wings, and she was, as his mom would have said, cute as a button.
“Hey, babe,” he said, breaking into a grin. “What’s going on?”
“Have time for a quickie before I go to work?” she asked.
Nathan’s grin got even wider. “Always.”
Less than ten minutes later, the bathroom was ringing with short, breathy cries breaking into a loud wail as Nathan held them both up in the steaming cascade of water. He groaned as he felt her body rippling around him, letting his own orgasm pulse through him in a short, sharp, sweet burst of pleasure. He lingered in her for a few long moments, idly fondling her small, exquisitely sensitive breasts, until she finally giggled and pulled away.
“God, that was great,” she said sincerely, and Nathan pulled her in for a quick, hard kiss.
“Don’t be late for work, babe,” he said as she opened the door. He gave her ass a playful smack on her way out, and she gasped indignantly, winking at him as she gathered up her clothes and went out the door.
Nathan quickly stripped off his condom and tossed it in the trash, taking another few indulgent moments to finish his shower.
“Hey, Janice?” he called. His secretary was always listening in, and the whole penthouse was wired for sound.
“Yes, Mr. Petrelli?”
“What was her name? She was pretty cute.”
“Ah, that was… Daphne,” she said after a moment. “She’s interested in rescheduling.”
“Oh sure, put her on the list. Morning slots-.”
“Are always harder to fill, yes, Mr. Petrelli.”
Nathan grinned again as he shut off the water, grabbing a towel to roughly dry off and wrap around his hips as he padded out front to his secretary’s desk. Janice was a classy lady, very elegant, but Nathan had learned the hard way that it was bad to sleep with the staff, even if you were a whore.
Rather, Nathan didn’t consider himself just a whore. Yes, he took money for people to have sex with him, but if people hadn’t been paying him, he probably would have been having just as much sex with a lot less to show for it. Some people’s talents lay in painting, or practicing medicine, or politics. Nathan’s lay in porn, in driving anyone and everyone to want him to fuck them. Or be fucked by them.
He thought he’d found a dream job at eighteen when he became a stripper at The Stud Farm, the best all-male stripper club in town. Then he’d had the poor judgment, though exquisite taste (in his opinion) to enjoy the company of two of the prettiest bouncers. He thought he’d actually been fairly restrained; he was convinced, to this day, that he totally could have gotten a club-wide orgy at some point going if Claire hadn’t found out he’d managed to get Meredith and Heidi pregnant with a week of each other.
That had led to him getting fired, and learning a very important lesson about buying high-quality condoms.
Almost fifteen years later, he’d made a virtue (and he always mentally snickered at that) out of necessity and built a multi-million dollar fortune on his talent. He’d had an epiphany about what he could do to capitalize on his sex drive one morning in the bathroom. Why should he have to jerk himself off in the shower in the morning when someone else would pay to do that for him? It was a win/win situation. Two minutes later, he’d taken that one step later. Who wouldn’t pay to see that either? Why should only a few people get the privilege of his company when he could reach so many more by adding some cameras and DVDs?
With that combination of businesses, he’d managed to neatly sidestep the whole sordid adult entertainment business directly and get exactly what he wanted. Which was a steady stream of people who wanted to have sex with him, and a ton of cameras to capture every angle for the rest of the world to see. He’d hired his own cameramen and editors (shooting from two-way mirrors in his penthouse), got his clients to sigh a waver, pixilated out the faces of the shy ones, and sold his exploits world-wide. Everyone profited. His kids had everything they could possibly want or need, Meredith and Heidi had promised not to sue, and Nathan was having the best time of his life.
Not everyone got to live their dream job every minute of every day.
“So, who’s on the schedule today, Janice?” he asked, leaning over the desk and giving a winning smile.
“You have a talkie later this morning, a quickie over lunch, tag-team this afternoon, and a double date this evening.”
“Ooo, talkie, love those. Anyone I know, or someone new?” he asked. Sometime his second year as a pro, he’d managed to bring one sweet girl off just by talking in her ear. She’d said she had a real thing for his voice. Nathan didn’t get to do that too often, not everyone was that responsive, but adored in having that much power over someone. He’d even made a few audio tapes for lonely singles that had sold surprisingly well. It was a very popular download for iPods as well…
“Her name’s Charlene, but she prefers to be called Charlie. She’s really sweet, I know you’ll like her,” Janice said.
“You know me, I like everyone,” Nathan reminded her.
Janice tried to hide a smile as she consulted her appointment book. “Yes, sir. Always. Looks like today should be good for the books too.”
“Sounds fantastic, Jan. Let me go talk to the crew. How long until Charlie gets here?”
“Just an hour, get a move on!” Janice said briskly, shooing him along before he could start laying on more charm.
Ducking his head submissively, unsuccessfully hiding a cocky smile, Nathan strolled back into his den and knocked on the false wall. It slid aside to reveal Bennet, hard at work editing this morning’s romp.
“You could have looked at the camera more,” he said in greeting.
Nathan laughed. He’d lured Bennet away from a lucrative but difficult career in the porn industry to work for him, and he was one of the best in the business at knowing what sold. It was through him that Nathan had done some of his more adventurous work. He was willing to try anything once. (There was no way in hell Nathan would have let an amateur do any bondage or S&M work on him; those things demanded a professional, and Bennet knew all of them.)
“Hey, it was a quickie, we’re not making an Oscar-winner here,” Nathan pointed out.
“You just consider yourself damn lucky that Hiro has wired more cameras in this apartment than you have condoms,” Bennet snapped testily.
“Now you’re just exaggerating,” Nathan said, trying to tone down his exuberance so Bennet wouldn’t feel he had to get even grumpier in retaliation.
“Yeah, sure, just go get ready, and try to be loud enough so we can actually hear you this time,” Bennet said, and shut the door in Nathan’s face. Biting his lip to suppress a snicker, Nathan went to go find some clothes. By Bennet’s attitude, he probably did have a winner on the screen.
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“Charlie, you look beautiful,” Nathan said warmly, close enough to her ear for her to feel the warmth of his breath. She was a pretty little thing when she’d walked into the room a half-hour ago wearing her bright sundress, but she was beautiful now, naked and lying on his bed, eyes shut tight, Nathan’s hands holding hers above her head, body flushed as he kept up as steady stream of flattery and encouragement.
“So eager, I can smell you,” he rumbled, and felt gratified to hear Charlie whimper and buck her hips. “So wet, aren’t you? Ready for me, aren’t you? But you’re better than that, aren’t you? You don’t need me for this; you’re so strong, independent, you can take whatever you want. Mind over matter, isn’t that what you said, Charlie?”
“Yeah, Nathan…” she breathed, and Nathan bit his lip hard to keep himself from opening his pants and sliding a hand around his aching erection. He loved doing this, but the strain on his self-control was always a challenge.
“You can feel me inside you, can’t you? Pushing in, so slow, it stretches so good, easy…” Nathan let his voice roughen a little, and was gratified to see her gasp and arch her hips up, like she was welcoming him in. “My hands on your tits, so sweet Charlie. Kissing you, sucking on those nipples-.”
She actually gasped, and Nathan watched her breasts perk up, her head arcing back into the mattress. It only took a few minutes more before she cried out, her whole body going tight and flushed with passion. Nathan licked his lips before talking her back down to earth, finally leaving her with a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“You’re something special, Charlie,” he said sincerely, and watched her smile as she left the room. As the door shut, Nathan rolled over onto his back and rapidly undid his pants to relieve some of the pressure on his dick.
“Janice?” he called. “Please tell me Isaac is on time, because-.”
“Yes, yes, I’m sending him in now,” Janice said quickly, before Nathan could wax eloquent on the exact hardness of his cock.
The door burst open, and Isaac all but ran through, somehow managing to shed his clothes but keep a hold of his notepad and pencil.
“Nathan, man, I have had the worst writer’s block,” Isaac said, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I seriously need your help.”
Making sure he didn’t laugh, Nathan quickly pulled Isaac down onto the bed. The man was a starving artist, extremely talented, but with a very small clientele. And he had a very weird creative process. He insisted he had his best ideas while getting fucked. Nathan, a big fan of his work, was always glad to help for only the most nominal of fees.
People like Isaac and Daphne helped keep Nathan grounded. Oh sure, at this point in his career, Nathan could advertise himself as a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night escort and only have to work a dozen times a year to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, but he didn’t want that. High-class escorts generally only got high-class assholes as customers, people that were so used to power and privilege that they’d treat him like a nice piece of steak that needed to be cooked to order.
Yes, sometimes it was nice to be able to pay two months’ worth of bills with only six hours worth of work, but it generally wasn’t very satisfying. You got the occasional good apple, but usually not. On the other hand, the people that could only afford to pay twenty bucks for the privilege of Nathan’s company were generally much happier and easier to please. If they wanted to get off with the sexual equivalent of a rock star, then that generally made Nathan’s day. As long as they were certifiably clean and healthy (and sane), Nathan was glad to make himself available to anyone. He never forgot about the little guy.
Isaac gripped onto his notebook and pencil with white knuckles as Nathan got everything ready, pushing into him with steady pressure, sighing in contentment at Isaac’s welcoming heat.
“How’s that creativity flowing?” Nathan asked, bemused that the minute he was inside, Isaac started moving his pencil, getting down sketches and notes both. It might look like he was being ignored, but truthfully Nathan knew Isaac was excruciatingly aware of him.
“Good, good, so fucking good, you just opened me up-. I can see exactly where I need to go- uh- oh fuck, Nathan, this is going to be so great-!”
Twisting so Isaac was cradled in his lap, Nathan took the pace slow and easy, watching the light in Isaac’s eyes from pleasure and new ideas both. He scribbled furiously as Nathan tried to hold off as long as he could, not too easy when Isaac was clenching around him as every new idea occurred to him. With what he’d gone through with Charlie earlier, Nathan wasn’t going to be able to last nearly as long as Isaac would want.
“Isaac…” he warned, feeling a creeping heat and tightness in his balls.
“Just a sec, just a sec, almost there!” Isaac almost wailed, writing frantically. Nathan had to bury his face in Isaac’s shoulder to keep from laughing out loud; the man was utterly devoted to his work. Wrapping a companionable hand around Isaac’s twitching cock, Nathan stroked a few times, and Isaac was gone, pencil falling from his grip as he clenched hard around Nathan. Gasping at the beautiful heat, Nathan let go, feeling Isaac’s arms around him as he rocked them through their orgasms.
“Get any good ideas?” Nathan asked, whispering into Isaac’s ear.
“Oh yeah, tons,” Isaac said, blinking in astonishment. “Damn, you’re a lifesaver. I had a deadline in a week and was totally blocked. You’re my fucking muse.”
Nathan did laugh at that, long and loud, and Isaac only looked exasperated as he gathered up his notebook (and clothes).
“Catch you later, Mendez! And I better see you thanking me in the credits!”
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A couple hours later, freshly showered and dressed in something both stylish and easily removable, Nathan sipped some coffee while he waited for his tag-team appointment.
“It’s Mohinder, from the Stud Farm,” Janice had told him. “You’re an anniversary present for his boyfriend Matt.”
“Ooo, better not tell Claire her employees come to me. She’d flay me alive,” Nathan opined, and Janice had rolled her eyes with agreement. Actually, Claire would probably do more than that. She’d been so pissed at discovering Nathan’s shenanigans with Heidi and Meredith that she’d sworn off straight strippers entirely. She’d probably dip Nathan in boiling oil if there was any hint that he was seducing her current employees.
It’s not personal, strictly business, Nathan thought, nodding firmly. Just because he’d never actually been back to the Stud Farm since he’d been fired didn’t mean he didn’t drop the occasional business card or promo DVD in their general direction…
The door opened, and Nathan set aside his coffee to smile at the lean, dark, curly-haired Mohinder, who was leading a blindfolded man, dark-haired and a bit heavyset, a bit taller than Nathan.
Nathan had already gotten the details beforehand, and just put a winning smile on his face when Mohinder whipped the blindfold off Matt’s eyes.
“Happy fifth, Matthew,” Mohinder said proudly. Nathan could see Matt blink a bit in confusion, and finally focus on him. Then his eyes went so huge Nathan feared he would do himself permanent damage. Matt’s mouth dropped open in shock, and Mohinder actually had to keep him from falling over.
“Nate the Great?” Matt said faintly, and Nathan walked forward to slide a hand up Matt’s chest to convince him he wasn’t dreaming.
“In the flesh,” he said, cupping his hand around Matt’s neck.
“But- I- Mo-?” Matt sputtered.
“I know you have all his films, Matt,” Mohinder said, and Nathan watched Matt’s pale skin turn a fascinating shade of red. “I do too, you know.”
“You do?”
“I know which one’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”
Two Hot to Handle, Nathan said mentally. Starring Yours Truly, Zane Taylor, and Trevor Zeitlan. He still had fond memories of that one, and he was sure Zane did too. He hadn’t known a human being could be that fucked out. But he supposed two hours of non-stop attention by two devoted people would do that to a man.
Matt swallowed dryly, and his eyes began to glitter in anticipation.
“Ok?” Mohinder asked in a small voice.
“Yeah, I mean, yes! Mohinder… wow… Sir, I’m such a huge fan of your work,” Matt all but babbled the last to Nathan.
Nathan was never one to avoid such an obvious line. “I bet you are,” he said, sliding his hand down to cup at Matt’s groin, eyebrows rising in a spontaneous show of surprise. “Very huge fan. But you don’t have to call me ‘sir.’ Unless you want to.”
Mohinder slowly began to move Matt towards the bed, and Nathan followed eagerly, pushing him down on the edge and sliding an eager hand along the man’s bulging crotch. Mouth watering in anticipation, Nathan slowly slid to his knees between Matt’s eagerly-spread thighs. Above him, Mohinder was slowly divesting Matt of his jacket, stopping to pepper every inch of him with kisses.
Seeing Matt’s worshipful gaze, Nathan slowly rubbed along the front of his pants, reveling in the way he felt Matt twitch and strain towards him. Things were going to get unimaginably better for both of them.
I’m going to blow his mind… and a few other things. God, I love my job.
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“-anice?” Nathan called, removing his face from the mattress.
“Yes, Mr. Petrelli?”
“See if Peter’s free? Say I’d really appreciate it if he could come by and fix me.”
“Oh dear, was it even worse than it sounded?”
Nathan’s heartfelt groan was all the answer Janice needed.
After Matt and Mohinder’s party (which had left Matt a happy, quivering pile of unabashed affection), Nathan had only one last appointment, that of a “date” with a pair of twin socialites. They were one of his ten-thousand-dollar-a-night jobs, and he hadn’t anticipated it to go quite so… strenuously. Usually “dates” were just him hanging on someone’s arm while wearing a tuxedo, usually followed by some wind-down sex after a glittering cocktail party. It wasn’t always particularly mind-blowing, but it was usually fairly straightforward.
Jessica and Tracy had had something a little more athletic in mind.
And now he was so sore he could barely move.
Less than an hour later, he heard the door open and close.
“Oh, Nathan, what was it now?” Peter asked.
“Shmerg,” Nathan managed in greeting, face pressed back into the mattress.
He could almost hear his brother’s eyeroll. Peter was also a stripper at the Stud Farm, but unlike Nathan, he had a perfectly respectable day job in a high-end day spa doing massage therapy. He, luckily, hadn’t been blessed, or cursed, with Nathan’s insatiable sex drive.
Regardless at his exasperation of Nathan’s lifestyle, Peter grabbed a bottle of oil from his bag and set to getting the kinks out of Nathan’s body. Once Nathan’s back had stopped seizing up, he could actually manage to talk without feeling like his neck was going to snap.
“Twins. Blonde twins. Absolute knockouts,” he started.
“Aren’t they all?” Peter asked rhetorically, digging his knuckles into a pressure point on Nathan’s neck to get the muscles to loosen.
“Ow! Dammit, Pete!”
“Have to do it if you want to actually be able to use your head again,” Peter said, far too smugly in Nathan’s opinion.
“Anyways, they decide to cut out of the reception or whatever-the-heck it was early and come back here-.”
“Because they wanted your bod,” Peter cut in, snickering.
“Shut up,” Nathan said without heat. “So, I think Jessica was some kind of tantric master or something because she was putting me in positions I think are illegal in five states-.”
“Which has certainly never stopped you before, because you exist completely without shame.”
Nathan didn’t dignify that with a comment. “And Tracy had this real thing for ice cubes, and I couldn’t exactly stop her with arms sort of pinned and my legs jammed right back behind-.”
“And that’s all I need to hear about that!” Peter cut in quickly. His hands unerringly sought out the worst remaining knots in Nathan’s muscles, and after a few long moments, Nathan actually felt able to sit up.
“You’re gifted and talented, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” Nathan declared, flexing his newly mobile body with great appreciation.
Grinning, Peter just shook his head. “I take it business is good, cramps aside?”
“Always,” Nathan said, stretching slowly.
“Take it easy, bro,” Peter said. “I have work in the morning.”
Hopping up from the bed, Peter gave Nathan a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out the door.
Hauling himself back up the bed, Nathan flopped down on the pillows.
“Bennet, Hiro, pack it in. Janice, goodnight. See you in the morning.”
Pleasantly aching from a hard day’s work, Nathan drifted off into a satisfied sleep.