Fic: New York Delivery, Heroes, Peter/Nathan
Fic: New York Delivery
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter Angelo/Nathan Petrelli
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Sequel to: "Thicker than water"
A/N: Big thanks to llaras for the fantastic beta skills. The tattoed Peter with Nathan icon by slashyme
Summary: Peter arrives in New York.
Peter strode through the municipal building, taking the turns the pretty receptionist had told him to take. He opened a door to people buzzing around like little worker bees. Some looked at him and his tattoos and sneered. He sneered back and worked his way to what looked like the biggest office. A bitchy looking redhead stared at him. He gave her his best charming ‘little boy lost’ look and said, “Peter Angelo, I have an appointment with Mr. Petrelli for two o’clock.”
She looked through a green book and smirked. “I don’t see that appointment. Mr. Petrelli is a very busy man. You’ll need to make a real appointment or talk to someone else.”
Peter kept his smile. He didn’t have an appointment, but he was going to see his brother. “I had to reschedule this appointment two different times. The last time Shelly told me it was because Mr. Petrelli had a family emergency. Now it’s my fault?”
Now she looked nervous. Shelly Bauman was Nathan’s personal assistant. He’d mentioned her name once or twice. This woman knew he meant business if he knew Shelly’s name. Peter kept a smirk off his face as he looked at her nameplate. Barbara picked up the phone. She oozed fake good humor into it as she spoke. “I have a Peter Angelo out here. Says he’d talked to Shelly about a rescheduled appointment?”
The way her eyes flicked over him again had Peter holding in a laugh. She hung up and smiled brightly. “You can go right in.”
Peter opened Nathan’s door and shut it. He locked the door and looked around. His brother had it made with a nice office, his own window, a couch and a big desk. Nathan had a smile on his face as Peter approached him. “What can I do for you, Mr. Angelo?”
“I oughta kick your ass, you motherfucker! Why didn’t you call me back? It’s been four weeks!”
Nathan’s grin got bigger, his teeth white and sharp. Peter had never known someone could look dangerous while smiling. “Shouldn’t that be brotherfucker? My not calling got you here to New York, didn’t it? And really, that’s all that matters.”
Peter came around the desk with a frown on his face. He didn’t try to reassure his wary older brother that he wasn’t about to try and knock him out of his chair. After a tense moment, Peter laughed and leaned a hip against the desk. He grinned and purposely sat down on some of Nathan’s papers.
He couldn’t stay mad at Nathan. He was an arrogant asshole, but he was a hot arrogant asshole, and sometimes he looked at Peter like he wanted to know every single thing about him. Peter never had that growing up, and it was another thing that made him furious since learning about his biological family. “Yeah, I’m here, you fucker. Got a hotel room and everything. Also got two job interviews tomorrow. You happy?”
Nathan nodded and rubbed a hand up and down Peter’s thigh. “Not exactly, but once we’re in your hotel room, I’ll be happier.”
Peter licked his lips and lowered his voice. His blood was quickly rushing to his dick. “I could suck you right here, with your hand in my hair. I know how much you like that.”
He loved that Nathan actually considered it before shaking his head. “Too dangerous. Meet me on the city hall steps in twenty minutes. We’ll have lunch.”
Peter laughed and adjusted himself. Nathan followed his hands’ movements, and Peter bit his own bottom lip. “By lunch do you mean a good fuck? It’s been four weeks and I’m ready to throw you over this desk.”
Nathan laughed and gave him that rich boy smirk. It angered Peter and turned him on at the same time. He’d be very tempted to cause anyone else pain, but with Nathan it just made Peter want to fuck him until his brother couldn’t walk.
“We’ll see who fucks whom.” He pulled out a planner. “I don’t have any meetings later, so go wait for me, and we’ll go to lunch. If you’re a good little brother, we’ll go to your hotel room afterwards.”
Peter laughed. “You love saying ‘little brother,’ don’t you?” He unlocked the door and looked back before he opened it. The satisfaction on Nathan’s face should have worried him, but Peter had a history of ignoring all the warning signals. Was it manipulation if he was aware of the manipulation? Did he care as long as he got Nathan?
He ignored the nosy secretary and put a contemplative look on his face for any of the other curious people in Nathan’s office. He knew they probably thought he was trying to avoid a jail sentence.
Outside, he watched people walk back and forth until Nathan showed. Peter followed him to some deli where Nathan ordered a sandwich and pasta. Peter ordered a cheeseburger and fries. They ate quickly, each trying not to touch the other in public. They didn’t get any strange looks, though some of Peter’s tattoos were visible.
What did people see when they saw them together? Peter wondered. You had Nathan, who looked like some rich business guy, and then you had him. Peter was well aware he looked like a man that did drive-bys in his spare time or sold drugs. Peter mentally shrugged. Fuck’em, he had other things to worry about. They finished and caught a cab to Peter’s hotel.
As soon as they entered Peter’s room, Nathan closed the door and shoved Peter against it before sinking to his knees. Peter was about to object, but Nathan was fast. Lips and an agile tongue had Peter closing his eyes. Oh god, Nathan could do this to him in the middle of the Las Vegas strip and Peter wouldn’t care. He’d had a few other guys suck him off and it’d been really good and hot, but Nathan was on another level.
He loved how Nathan sucked every inch into his mouth like it was nothing, then pulled away and teased his head with a light suction that had Peter grabbing Nathan’s perfectly done hair and pulling on it. Nathan knew the exact spot to use his teeth, then soothed Peter’s entire cock with his tongue.
The back of Peter’s head hit the door over and over as Nathan blew cool air over his dick and then slowly sucked it back into his mouth. The entire world seemed to pause and quiet as Peter came. He didn’t bother to warn Nathan, but his brother swallowed every slick drop without complaint.
Peter blearily watched Nathan stand and wipe his mouth. Peter went with it as Nathan grabbed his arm and pushed him towards the bed. Peter stood next to it and undressed. The heat in Nathan’s eyes was like wildfire, and Peter wanted to be right in the middle of it. He scooted back onto the bed while Nathan unbuttoned and unzipped. And then he was suddenly there, naked, and it took Peter’s fucking breath away.
He gestured at Nathan with one hand. “Well, look at you! All buff and shit. I’m tempted to make you work for it, but I’m still horny, so come on.”
Nathan laughed and jumped on top of him. Peter huffed out an exaggerated ‘oomph!’ while Nathan licked his jaw and neck. Peter stopped laughing when Nathan’s teeth dug in like he was going to devour him.
Peter moaned and ran his hands over Nathan’s arms. Nathan let go and licked the sore spot he’d created, making Peter shiver. From the beginning of this, of them, Nathan had preferred to put his mark on Peter in various ways. Peter never objected. He liked having something to run his fingers over.
Fingers, slick and urgent, eased into him and Peter grunted. He’d never had someone as hot for him as Nathan. He pushed on Nathan’s shoulder. “Come on already. Don’t tell me you forgot what to do?”
He laughed when Nathan slammed into his body and fucked him fast and rough. Yes! Peter thought. This is what he’d missed. He raised his hips and twisted and saw stars. His eyes rolled back in his head and when he could focus again, Nathan’s perfect white teeth gleamed back at him.
“This what you want, little brother? You miss this?”
Nathan pulled out and flipped him over onto his stomach. Peter cursed and snarled, but his protests stopped as Nathan plunged back in. Peter’s hand slapped at the mattress and his fingers dug into the sheets. His brother’s cock burned and thrust into him like Peter was some sort of fuck toy. Joy and pleasure traveled around Peter’s body and his dick started to get hard again. He grabbed for it and found his hand slapped away.
“Ahh ahh. I get to play with that since you came so quickly earlier. Maybe I’ll buy you a cock ring. Teach you some control. Isn’t that what a young man like you needs?”
Peter laughed and groaned as Nathan slowed down and fucked him like he wanted it to last for hours. A hand squeezed the base of his dick and stroked up and down, fingers feeling every inch of skin. Peter moved into the warm palm and then thrust back onto Nathan’s cock. He managed to gasp out, “Maybe that’s what a old man like you needs. Something to help you keep up with me.”
Peter’s entire body involuntarily shivered when Nathan’s response was to run a thumb around the head of Peter’s cock. He pressed a spot underneath the head and all Peter felt was pleasure so intense his body threatened to tear apart. Nathan kept fucking him while something in Peter’s ears popped and he could hear again. Nathan was talking.
“Fuck you ‘til you can’t move and then keep fucking you. Tie you to the bed so you can’t leave. Can’t leave the room, can’t leave me. Make you beg for every touch of my cock.”
Peter gave a half shout as Nathan jack hammered into his body so hard the headboard knocked against the wall. He felt wide open and greedy for every inch of Nathan he could get. He’d forgotten what a sex maniac his brother could be. He should have come to New York earlier, but Peter was stubborn.
He cursed as Nathan’s cock brushed over his prostate. The next thrust missed that perfect spot and Peter rotated his hips in search of that mind-blowing pleasure. Nathan chuckled meanly and gripped Peter’s hips tighter. “Beg me and I’ll think about it.”
Peter laughed loudly and taunted. “Fuck you. You should be begging me. I can tell you haven’t been getting any. What’s the matter? Wifey got a headache?”
He’d never given much thought to Mrs. Petrelli and why should he? He was family, he should come first, and once he was done wrapping Nathan up tight around him, he would.
Nathan’s glared at him and, if it was possible, fucked him harder. Peter took it and bared his teeth back at Nathan in a semblance of a smile. “Wonder what she’d say if you came home with some hickeys? Or would she just demand some more jewelry?”
Peter knew he was pissing Nathan off, but he didn’t care. He was still angry that he’d had to come to New York, that Nathan had won this little battle. Showing up on Nathan’s home turf was practically yelling out loud that he needed Nathan more than Nathan needed him. Peter didn’t need anybody, he never had, and he hated having this want and bone deep need shoved in his face.
Nathan searched his face and Peter refused to turn away and stare at the pillows. Nathan slowed and bent down to bite and nibble at the back of Peter’s neck. His words were thick and rough. “No reason to be jealous. I already said I’d get you a cock ring. That’s like jewelry. Or did you want something else?”
Peter had to laugh at that. His bad mood was broken that quickly and Nathan sped up again before stopping completely as he came. He’d closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them up and reached around to jack Peter off. He pressed closer, noting Peter’s reaction to every stroke of his hand.
Peter shuddered and came a second time. He was wrung out and the room smelled like sex and the expensive cologne Nathan was wearing. He elbowed Nathan in the ribs. “You’re heavy as fuck. Get off me.”
Nathan rolled off of him and sent him a mock frown. “I thought you’d be nicer once you came, twice, I might add. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Peter stood up. What was wrong with him? He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m still pissed I had to come all the way to New York to get laid.”
Nathan shrugged, his hands behind his head. He hadn’t bothered with a sheet and lay there unashamedly naked. It was distracting. “I’m sure you could have found someone in Las Vegas to fuck, so don’t give me that crap. You’re here and I haven’t offered to call anyone to get you a job, or handed you keys to an apartment. I’d say you’re doing great since you love being ‘independent.’”
Peter scratched his stomach and sighed. He lay back down and tried to nudge Nathan into the wet spot. They mock wrestled for a few minutes until Nathan got up and got a towel, and put it over the damp place. Peter turned the TV on and flipped channels while Nathan dozed. He finally settled on some cartoons and turned the sound low. He fell asleep and with the warmth of Nathan beside him, slept better than he had in the past four weeks.
Peter woke before Nathan and made enough noise until Nathan grumpily turned and looked at him. The shower was big enough for Peter to kneel and suck Nathan, water sluicing over his hair and down his back. His brother’s hand was careful on the back of his neck, as Peter bobbed his head and swallowed around the cock in his mouth. Afterwards they dried off and ordered room service.
Nathan ate a turkey sandwich and stole some of Peter’s wings. Peter sipped his beer and belched. “Don’t you have to be home soon?”
Nathan shook his head. “No, Heidi’s out of town with the boys. They won’t be back for three days, so I can stay the night.” He smiled at Peter. “I took the day after tomorrow off. Figured you might need a guide around town and we can look at some apartments.”
Peter threw a napkin at him. “So you did make some phone calls. Fucker.”
Nathan grabbed the napkin and threw it back at Peter. “Yes, I did. Get over it. The real estate here is insane. You’re not obligated to take any of the places, but trust me, you need an introduction or two, so you won’t end up living in some hellhole.”
Peter shrugged. “I have those job interviews tomorrow. One place looked really cool. We’ll see what’s what. Then I have to get the rest of my shit from Vegas. I hate moving.”
Nathan petted Peter’s hair and sighed. “Once you get the job and the apartment, my assistant can handle the rest if you want.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Nathan didn’t press. He wanted to, but he already knew anything else would be taken as charity. He looked forward to the argument they would have when Nathan went behind Peter’s back and furnished the apartment. Peter was here and he wasn’t leaving.
They lay on Peter’s bed for awhile and watched TV. They talked and filled each other in about the stuff they’d done in the four weeks they’d been apart. Nathan couldn’t believe that even with no talking or fucking, he felt comfortable here with Peter. Anyone else and he’d have been gone. Forget dinner and a movie. He slid a hand up and down Peter’s bare chest. Well, bare except for the tattoo above his heart and the one underneath his collarbone.
Peter’s tattoos mostly covered his arms and there was the one of praying hands on the side of his neck. Maybe his little brother liked the rush of getting tattoos. He’d ask him one day. Right now he wanted to talk about something that’d been on his mind since they’d started having sex.
“Are you ever going to tell me about it?”
Peter yawned and rubbed at one eye. He looked so young for a moment. “Tell you about what?”
“Juvenile detention. You said something the first time I fucked you. Made me wonder.”
Peter looked at him and frowned. “What’d I say?”
Nathan carded a hand through Peter’s hair. “You said you’d been in juvie when I asked you if you’d done this before. Therefore, I have to conclude that things happened.”
Peter pulled away from him and snorted. “’Therefore,’ ‘conclude,’ I wonder how much law school cost if it taught you to talk like that.” He got off the bed and pulled a small paper bag out of his suitcase. The joint was already rolled. He sat back down, lit it, and inhaled. He let out the fragrant smoke and smirked as he offered Nathan a turn.
Nathan shook his head. “I’ll have enough of a contact high just being in here.”
Peter took another hit. “There’s not much to tell. I went in at fifteen for stealing cars. The warden liked me. Taught me some stuff and made sure I didn’t look like a snitch.”
Nathan sat up. “The warden? The warden made a pass at you?”
Peter’s smile was crooked and cynical. “I don’t think ‘pass’ is the right word. He told me how easier my time there would be if I did what he told me to and I agreed. Took me a week or two, then I had him hooked.”
It took a moment for him to notice the furious look on Nathan’s face. He laid a hand on Nathan’s thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, hey, look at me. He didn’t force me and I was definitely getting something out of it.”
Nathan shook his head. It was force, but he wasn’t going to argue with Peter. If his memories of juvie included duping the warden with sex, then Nathan was not going to replace those with a lecture about underage sexual blackmail.
“What was the guy’s name?”
Peter studied him, his eyes thoughtful. “I’m not going to tell you. He’s retired, I know that, but you don’t need to try and get revenge or anything.”
He took one more hit off the joint and pulled Nathan in for a kiss. He shotgunned the smoke into Nathan’s mouth where Nathan had no choice but to inhale. They kissed slowly and only drew apart so Peter could put out what was left of the joint. Nathan pulled Peter’s pants back off and got out of his own.
Nathan wondered if he reminded Peter of the warden. He was only twelve years older than his brother, but he was demanding, and whether Peter realized it or not, had a significant say in the direction Peter’s life was about to take. He resolved to find out about this man and then he’d decide what to do. No way Peter was the only boy he’d fucked.
He licked a trail from Peter’s Adam’s apple to his mouth. Peter nipped at his mouth and Nathan bit back.
A few more licks, then Nathan trailed a hand between his brother’s legs and pushed two fingers inside. Peter was tight and warm. Nathan trailed sucking kisses down Peter’s body until he could push Peter’s legs up and lick at his hole. Peter cursed while Nathan held him still and fucked him with his tongue. He alternated sucking Peter’s balls and finger fucking him until Peter begged.
Nathan skimmed a hand over Peter’s body as he rewarded him with a fast hard fuck. He wondered if it was better that they hadn’t been raised together. The ownership he felt towards Peter would probably be infinite. God knew it was getting there now, as if fate were finally back on track.
Nathan watched Peter sweat and squirm before he brought him off with his hand. Peter’s muscles squeezed his cock and Nathan groaned at the tightness. A few more thrusts and he came, Peter’s name held behind his lips. He was not going to let his brother know how much sway he already had over Nathan. After Peter had left his office earlier, Nathan had canceled his ticket for tomorrow’s flight to Las Vegas.
No one had ever mattered deeply to Nathan. He didn’t get emotionally involved and had learned to fake it when needed. He had affection for people, for his wife. He loved his kids, but most of time he could take or leave his fellow humans. But from the first moment he’d met his brother, that was never an option. He wasn’t sure if he loved Peter. They were still getting to know each other and half the time, Nathan was positive he didn’t even like him.
But love and like didn’t matter. They were blood, and Nathan had been raised with the theory that that was important. He’d make sure to throw that in Ma’s face when the time came. As for Peter, when he looked in his eyes he saw something he recognized, something he saw when he looked in the mirror. That and this unexplainable need to have Peter in every way he could kept Nathan interested.
Later, after another quick shower, Peter grabbed the remote and flipped channels so fast; Nathan had no clue what was on. It didn’t matter though. He wasn’t here in this room for that. Peter looked over at him and Nathan ruffled his brother’s hair. He got a shove and a “fuck off.” He laughed. Peter was finally in New York and Nathan would do everything in his power to make sure he never left.
End