fic post:Being Close
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roxyTitle: Being Close
Fandom:Heroes
Pairing:Nathan/Peter
Rating:R and a soft R at that
Word Count:852
Summary:I’m thinking here…it’s a stab at the Petrecest. So consider that the warning—incest, mildly non-con, underage, Almost!PWP.
The door to his room creaked opened slowly, but Peter wasn’t afraid because he was too old to believe in ghosts and things that went bump in the night…Nathan walked in, and for a second he had a look on his face that wasn’t much different than ghosts or monsters. Just for a second though—it was his big brother after all, cooler, and braver and better looking than—anyone else. He sat back and pulled the covers away from his face, and smiled. He loved his brother. Everyone loved his brother. Nathan was wrapped in a big robe, and he had on thick socks and he sat down on the very edge of his bed, down by the foot, and Peter asked him how was his date with…with…
“Nancy. Her name is Nancy and it went just fine. I want you to do something for me, Peter, if you can. Would you?”
Peter nodded, all attention now. What Nathan wanted was always important because he never asked him for anything much.
Nathan looked down, opened his robe and Peter stopped thinking. Nathan was—and he had no, no pants—and his face was so dark. “Just put your hands here,” he said, in a soft , very quiet voice, “right here,” and Nathan pulled his legs over his, took his hands and pressed them on his thighs, “right here, and don’t move.” Peter shook his head and pressed his hands on Nathan’s thighs and didn’t move, not even when the skin burned like coals under his hands, and the hair pricked him, not even when Nathan started to jerk himself off, not even when his head went back, and a shiver went through him and come shot out of his dick. Not even when some got on his hand.
Nathan squeezed his ankles, got up and walked out and Peter sat in bed staring at his hand and wondering where he should wipe it, until he fell asleep.
Nathan had lots of dates with Nancy, and sometimes he came in his room and sometimes not. Nathan and Nancy broke up, and Nathan stopped visiting him, Peter wasn’t upset, or sad, he wasn’t glad—he wasn’t much of anything at all, but sometimes it was hard to sleep and he’d stay up all night, listening to the house settle.
Nathan dated a girl named Sarah, and Peter was dealing with high school, a strange and uncomfortable world that some people had the key to and others stood outside with their faces pressed against the window. He tried to talk to Nathan but he just said give it time and don’t be such a geek and learn to talk to people.
Some quiet night he was coming out of his shower and the bathroom door opened without a knock and he figured it was Nathan because he never knocked. He came in and his face was dark, his eyes were dark and they glittered, and Peter believed in ghosts and monsters and things that went bump again for a split second, and then he was crowded between Nathan and the wall, and Nathan was pushing him down, and his voice was rough like sandpaper, “Open up,” he said. Peter wondered open what, and then, Nathan’s thumbs were sliding over his lips, and pressing so soft, softer than dandelion fluff and his touch was nothing like his angry face, his ragged voice…Peter could move, he could close his mouth but he forgot how to, and Nathan put his dick in. his hands were smooth and warm and so soft on his cheeks and he moved in and out and then pulled away, his hands slicked back and forth over his dick, pointed it down when he came. He took a deep breath. Peter watched him wipe the floor with a handful of toilet paper, and toss it. Nathan squeezed the back of his neck and walked away without a word and shut the door behind him.
In his mind, Peter replayed come hitting the floor and spattering hot over his crotch and he jerked himself off, that night and lots of nights after.
One night Nathan didn’t pull out, and Peter swallowed and they didn’t do that again for a long long time.
Peter would do anything for his brother, he loved him, and the night before Nathan’s wedding he kind of let him fuck him, did let him, in the hotel room against the fabric covered wall. He screwed him a couple of times, rough and raw, and when they were taking pictures at the reception, Nathan slapped his ass, and it hurt…and then Nathan palmed the back of his neck and pulled him close, touched foreheads and told him how much he cared for him, and Peter was happy because he knew his brother loved him and it was always about being close for the two of them.
Fandom:Heroes
Pairing:Nathan/Peter
Rating:R and a soft R at that
Word Count:852
Summary:I’m thinking here…it’s a stab at the Petrecest. So consider that the warning—incest, mildly non-con, underage, Almost!PWP.
The door to his room creaked opened slowly, but Peter wasn’t afraid because he was too old to believe in ghosts and things that went bump in the night…Nathan walked in, and for a second he had a look on his face that wasn’t much different than ghosts or monsters. Just for a second though—it was his big brother after all, cooler, and braver and better looking than—anyone else. He sat back and pulled the covers away from his face, and smiled. He loved his brother. Everyone loved his brother. Nathan was wrapped in a big robe, and he had on thick socks and he sat down on the very edge of his bed, down by the foot, and Peter asked him how was his date with…with…
“Nancy. Her name is Nancy and it went just fine. I want you to do something for me, Peter, if you can. Would you?”
Peter nodded, all attention now. What Nathan wanted was always important because he never asked him for anything much.
Nathan looked down, opened his robe and Peter stopped thinking. Nathan was—and he had no, no pants—and his face was so dark. “Just put your hands here,” he said, in a soft , very quiet voice, “right here,” and Nathan pulled his legs over his, took his hands and pressed them on his thighs, “right here, and don’t move.” Peter shook his head and pressed his hands on Nathan’s thighs and didn’t move, not even when the skin burned like coals under his hands, and the hair pricked him, not even when Nathan started to jerk himself off, not even when his head went back, and a shiver went through him and come shot out of his dick. Not even when some got on his hand.
Nathan squeezed his ankles, got up and walked out and Peter sat in bed staring at his hand and wondering where he should wipe it, until he fell asleep.
Nathan had lots of dates with Nancy, and sometimes he came in his room and sometimes not. Nathan and Nancy broke up, and Nathan stopped visiting him, Peter wasn’t upset, or sad, he wasn’t glad—he wasn’t much of anything at all, but sometimes it was hard to sleep and he’d stay up all night, listening to the house settle.
Nathan dated a girl named Sarah, and Peter was dealing with high school, a strange and uncomfortable world that some people had the key to and others stood outside with their faces pressed against the window. He tried to talk to Nathan but he just said give it time and don’t be such a geek and learn to talk to people.
Some quiet night he was coming out of his shower and the bathroom door opened without a knock and he figured it was Nathan because he never knocked. He came in and his face was dark, his eyes were dark and they glittered, and Peter believed in ghosts and monsters and things that went bump again for a split second, and then he was crowded between Nathan and the wall, and Nathan was pushing him down, and his voice was rough like sandpaper, “Open up,” he said. Peter wondered open what, and then, Nathan’s thumbs were sliding over his lips, and pressing so soft, softer than dandelion fluff and his touch was nothing like his angry face, his ragged voice…Peter could move, he could close his mouth but he forgot how to, and Nathan put his dick in. his hands were smooth and warm and so soft on his cheeks and he moved in and out and then pulled away, his hands slicked back and forth over his dick, pointed it down when he came. He took a deep breath. Peter watched him wipe the floor with a handful of toilet paper, and toss it. Nathan squeezed the back of his neck and walked away without a word and shut the door behind him.
In his mind, Peter replayed come hitting the floor and spattering hot over his crotch and he jerked himself off, that night and lots of nights after.
One night Nathan didn’t pull out, and Peter swallowed and they didn’t do that again for a long long time.
Peter would do anything for his brother, he loved him, and the night before Nathan’s wedding he kind of let him fuck him, did let him, in the hotel room against the fabric covered wall. He screwed him a couple of times, rough and raw, and when they were taking pictures at the reception, Nathan slapped his ass, and it hurt…and then Nathan palmed the back of his neck and pulled him close, touched foreheads and told him how much he cared for him, and Peter was happy because he knew his brother loved him and it was always about being close for the two of them.
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12/11/06 05:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/11/06 05:57 am (UTC)First time out!
Man, it practically dances off the screen, doesn't it?
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12/11/06 06:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/11/06 07:20 am (UTC)Thanks for the exciting comment!
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12/11/06 06:46 am (UTC)That is utterly, unbearably *creepy*.
And sad, and...
*shiver*
Dude.
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12/11/06 07:22 am (UTC)I'm thinking, maybe I'm not able to write the incest without making it all icky and creepy and stuff. This does not bode well for the SpN,does it?
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12/11/06 12:41 pm (UTC)Well, personally i think that Nathan is a little bit creepy, so maybe it'll all be okay. I mean...*nothing* creepy about Sam'n'Dean!!
*snogs*
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12/11/06 03:21 pm (UTC)Nathan *is* creepy as hell. I can't imagine anyone could make that pair warm and fuzzy. Hell, I'd be afraid of anyone who could!
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12/11/06 05:58 pm (UTC)Fuzzycest works for me!
And yup Nathan=creepy and i can *do* creepy but...you know...Peter is *not* creepy so it makes me feel sorry for him.
Yes, i'm a weirdo.
*sigh*
Look! With their umbrellas!
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12/11/06 11:58 pm (UTC)Yeah well, Peter to this point hasn't done much to make me think he's other than a giant pussy, but I guess he's supposed to be the hero so...Gaaaah! I'm just a mean old lady,aren't I?
and stop with the subtle brainwashing with those Boys!!! I caught myself thinking the other day, "Self, though Jensen is enormously hot with the eyes and lips and stuff, that Puppy is realy cute--" I had to wash my brain out.
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12/12/06 12:08 am (UTC)*flails*
*whaps you*
Dude!!
And yeah, JA is just too damn pretty to live but JP...there is major, major potential there.
Did you see this picture??
Hipbone!!
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12/12/06 12:31 am (UTC)As for JP, yes, yes, give him a few years--like Thomas, he'll be amazing!
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12/12/06 01:07 am (UTC)Insane, i tell you!
:)
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12/12/06 01:18 am (UTC)Mooo-hahaha--I mean--nunh-unh!!
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12/11/06 07:30 am (UTC)Clearly I need to break down and make some Petrelli brother icons.
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12/11/06 03:24 pm (UTC)'course, that's what makes them fun to write...*g*
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12/11/06 04:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/11/06 04:53 pm (UTC)YaY! You liked it!! *feels all accomplished and stuff* I was writing shmoopy Clitney porn and all of a sudden...this happened!
Thanks, beloved!
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12/12/06 04:29 am (UTC)Um, I totally shouldn't have read that at work, but I couldn't wait any longer. This pairing is so dirty!wrong, but I'm totally sold on it. I love your take on them with Nathan all silently dominant and possessive.
he kind of let him fuck him, did let him, in the hotel room
Love the 'kind of'! Oh, Peter!
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12/12/06 05:43 am (UTC)he kind of let him fuck him, did let him, in the hotel room
Love the 'kind of'! Oh, Peter!
That was one of those lines that just whack you upside the head and say "I'm the right line here--you'll see!"
*happygrin* You make me smile!
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12/12/06 07:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/06 12:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/06 01:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/06 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/13/06 05:25 am (UTC)And this is such creepy, disturbing sex, in the finest roxy tradition. :)
You've definitely got the relationship dynamic down, here. Natan's kind of a selfish shit. And I mean that in the same sense that Peter meant when he said Nathan kind of fucked him. *g*
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12/13/06 05:50 am (UTC)