Fic: Little Black Dress (Nathan/Peter)
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Title: Little black dress
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Disclaimer: Not mine, no moola being made
Spoilers: No, pre-series
Warning: Petrellicest and crossdressing.
A/N: Big thanks to Llaras for the fantastic beta. I blame this show for giving me kinks I didn't know I had.
Summary: Peter loses a bet.
It all started with a bet. Nathan won, Peter lost. Then Nathan ignored Peter for an entire week. When his brother left a message for him about dinner, Nathan left him a voicemail agreeing and left it at that. It wasn’t until Peter opened the door and Nathan’s jaw dropped that he remembered the details of the bet. Loser cooks the winner a meal. Loser also dresses like a woman. No throwing on a dress for laughs, it was to be a serious effort.
Standing in the doorway to Peter’s apartment was an entirely different being. His little brother was dressed in an expensive-looking black dress that stopped right above his knees. His legs were in black stockings and his feet in black high heels that made his legs look a mile long. Short sleeves stopped on the curve of Peter’s shoulders and showcased his arms. Nathan eased into the apartment and kept looking.
Peter was silent and let him look while he posed playfully against the closed door. The dress had a hint of cleavage like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to be naughty and give the viewer a peek, or nice and cover what needed to be covered. His brother looked like he had breasts. Small well formed breasts. Peter’s hair was parted on the side and in a bobbed style Nathan had recently seen on some of the women in his office.
The make up was subtle and well done. Nathan saw the eyeliner and knew there was something else making Peter’s face look flawless. He took in the lips and stepped closer. Nathan placed a hand on either side of Peter’s head and inhaled. Even Peter’s smell was altered. The perfume or cologne didn’t smell feminine, but it wasn’t masculine either.
“Jesus, Peter. I had no idea you were going to go all out.” Peter smiled and Nathan’s gaze was drawn to his lips again. They were painted a beautiful red and looked like something Nathan would have seen on a woman in a porn movie. An image of Peter, glossy lipstick included, with his lips wrapped around Nathan’s cock popped into his head, and he had to concentrate to send it away.
They played and had fun and sometimes the sex was intense, but this was on another level. Nathan backed up and watched Peter walk away from him. He was turned on and confused. He liked the way Peter looked, he liked Peter as a man, but this was new and still Peter and he wanted to see more. He really wanted to know how Peter had breasts. He followed his brother into the kitchen.
Dinner didn’t seem to be underway and Nathan was hungry. Well, he’d been hungry for food until Peter opened the door. Now his hands itched to peel off that dress and see what else Peter had on. He figured his brother had to have a bra on at the least. His eyes rested on Peter’s ass again. No panty lines, so either he wasn’t wearing any, or he was wearing something that smoothed everything out. He was betting on something smooth.
Nathan gave a short laugh. He hadn't thought this much about women's clothes in well…ever. He complimented his dates and later his wife. He nodded in the right spots when talk turned to fashions dos and don’ts. He’d heard the dreaded "Do I look fat in this?" question a few times and defeated it with sincere compliments and sex.
“Where’s dinner?”
Peter laughed.
“I decided to wait. I wanted the food to be hot.”
Nathan nodded. That took care of the food issue. He moved closer.
“Aren’t you supposed to cook?”
Peter laughed again, though this time it was a husky seductive laugh. He looked down and Nathan focused on the eye shadow that made Peter’s eyelids look dark and mysterious.
“You know I don’t cook. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Nathan pressed his body against Peter’s. His lips brushed against one of Peter’s ears.
“I don’t.” He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Below the musk and spicy smell he could make out his brother’s true scent. He loved that smell. Nathan skimmed his fingers over Peter’s ribs and down to his hips. He pulled away and met Peter’s eyes before kissing him.
The lipstick was warm and tasted faintly of strawberries. His tongue moved into Peter’s mouth and took over. He explored slowly before pulling away. Peter was busy catching his breath, so Nathan took a moment to try and look down inside the dress. He saw a hint of something red and just like that, he was hard as a rock.
Nathan reached around to the back of Peter’s dress and quickly found the zipper. He pulled it down and then tugged the sleeves of the dress down until the entire dress hung from Peter’s waist. His brother was wearing a red bra and the illusion of breasts was still working.
“How did you do this? How did you know how to do this?”
Peter kicked off his high heels and grabbed Nathan by his tie. Nathan had no choice but to follow him into the bedroom.
“I have a lot of friends. Some of them are into what you may call ‘alternative’ lifestyles. After I lost the bet, I made some phone calls and this is the result.” Nathan allowed himself to be shoved down onto the bed. He kicked off his shoes and moved further back onto the middle of the mattress. He smirked as Peter slowly pushed the dress off of his hips and down to the floor. Then his world went full tilt.
The garter belt was black and the panties underneath were red satin. Peter hadn’t tried to hide his dick but for some reason the very noticeable bulge only made Nathan want him more. The garters held the stockings tightly and made Peter’s legs look perfect. He squinted.
“Did you shave your legs?”
Peter laughed and touched his legs.
“Yes. The stockings didn’t look right unless I did. What do you think?”
He swallowed the wetness inside his mouth and looked at Peter’s face. His brother looked unsure and that turned him on too. Everything about Peter turned him on.
“You might have to lose more bets in the future.”
Nathan crooked one finger and smiled as Peter relaxed and walked over.
Nathan grabbed Peter by the hips and placed a quick kiss on his stomach. He urged Peter to straddle his waist. They kissed and Nathan finally got his hands on the bra. He squeezed.
“What’s in these?”
Peter snickered and reached behind his back. The bra came off and he showed Nathan the realistic looking mounds that were pocketed in the bra. Nathan studied Peter while Peter worked on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Even with the bra gone, his brother still had a hint of femininity. Suddenly Nathan had an answer to why Peter’s look had seemed familiar since he opened the front door.
His brother looked like one of the actresses out of an old black and white movie. The hair, the pale skin, the lean frame, it all fit. He remembered a younger Peter begging him to watch old movies with him. He always said no, then gave in, and they’d watch movie after movie.
Nathan moved where Peter wanted as he helped Nathan undress. Once Nathan was naked Peter climbed back into his lap and kissed him again. Nathan wrapped his arms around Peter as his brother busily ground his hard-on against Nathan’s stomach.
Nathan let his fingers skim over the smooth satin. The front was damp in places from Peter’s pre-come. Nathan slipped a hand inside and wrapped it around Peter’s dick. He jerked him off, fast and messy while dodging Peter’s mouth. He finally stopped teasing and let his brother kiss him. Peter squirmed and twisted and Nathan was tempted to let him come. Instead he pulled his hand away and lightly slapped Peter on the ass.
“Take these off.”
Peter stood and pulled the panties off. He started to pull the garter belt off and Nathan stopped him.
“No, leave that and the stockings on.”
Peter smirked and it was a good look on him. He gave a short bow.
“Your wish is my command.”
Nathan smiled and reached for Peter’s nightstand. He pulled out some lube.
“Well, in that case, get on your hands and knees.”
As Peter moved into position, Nathan knelt behind him. He slicked up two fingers and slowly pushed them into his brother’s body. He held onto Peter’s waist with his other hand. He crooked one of the fingers buried inside and listened to Peter’s low moan. He turned and twisted the fingers before he slid them in and out. Peter stifled a hiss of pain as Nathan thrust in three fingers.
Minutes later, Nathan sighed as his cock was surrounded by impossible tightness and heat. He gripped the garter and ran his hands over the material. It felt different from what he was used, to but he loved it.
Nathan closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of fucking Peter. He loved this and sometimes wished things were different. Peter murmured in pleasure and suddenly Nathan wanted more. He pulled out and pushed Peter over onto his back. Before Peter could give more than a surprised yelp, he pushed back inside and began a steady rhythm of three short thrusts and two deep ones. Nathan watched Peter bite his still glossy red lips.
“Touch yourself.”
Peter nodded and began to stroke his dick. After a few moments, his hand tightened and he pulled and jerked harder. Nathan stared into Peter’s eyes as his brother fucked himself on Nathan and then eagerly humped back into his own hand.
Nathan leaned down and kissed Peter, then raised up and placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders. He rammed in rough and fast. Peter’s eyes widened and Nathan smiled at him. Both of them were slick with sweat and as Peter came, Nathan went even faster. The clasp and release on his cock was mind blowing and with one last lunge he came, balls deep inside his brother.
They both panted and tried to catch their breath. Nathan finally gained enough sense to slowly pull out and roll off of Peter. He lay there, his entire body relaxed and heavy with the last remnants of his orgasm. He reached out a hand and touched Peter’s hair. It was soft and shiny and he liked it.
“So, tomorrow you’ll be you again, right?”
Peter smiled sleepily.
“Yep. This is the last time I bet on a charity baseball game.”
Nathan snorted and settled deeper into Peter’s sheets.
“You should know by now that betting against my team is bad.”
Peter grinned.
“Not so bad.” A stocking clad foot rubbed one of his legs.
“I might keep this outfit just for you.”
Nathan thought about it. It might make for another interesting time.
“I’ll take that under consideration.”
Peter yawned and blinked sleepily at him.
“Short nap, then food?”
Nathan agreed and when Peter moved closer, one of his hands going around Nathan’s waist he didn’t complain.
The End.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Disclaimer: Not mine, no moola being made
Spoilers: No, pre-series
Warning: Petrellicest and crossdressing.
A/N: Big thanks to Llaras for the fantastic beta. I blame this show for giving me kinks I didn't know I had.
Summary: Peter loses a bet.
It all started with a bet. Nathan won, Peter lost. Then Nathan ignored Peter for an entire week. When his brother left a message for him about dinner, Nathan left him a voicemail agreeing and left it at that. It wasn’t until Peter opened the door and Nathan’s jaw dropped that he remembered the details of the bet. Loser cooks the winner a meal. Loser also dresses like a woman. No throwing on a dress for laughs, it was to be a serious effort.
Standing in the doorway to Peter’s apartment was an entirely different being. His little brother was dressed in an expensive-looking black dress that stopped right above his knees. His legs were in black stockings and his feet in black high heels that made his legs look a mile long. Short sleeves stopped on the curve of Peter’s shoulders and showcased his arms. Nathan eased into the apartment and kept looking.
Peter was silent and let him look while he posed playfully against the closed door. The dress had a hint of cleavage like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to be naughty and give the viewer a peek, or nice and cover what needed to be covered. His brother looked like he had breasts. Small well formed breasts. Peter’s hair was parted on the side and in a bobbed style Nathan had recently seen on some of the women in his office.
The make up was subtle and well done. Nathan saw the eyeliner and knew there was something else making Peter’s face look flawless. He took in the lips and stepped closer. Nathan placed a hand on either side of Peter’s head and inhaled. Even Peter’s smell was altered. The perfume or cologne didn’t smell feminine, but it wasn’t masculine either.
“Jesus, Peter. I had no idea you were going to go all out.” Peter smiled and Nathan’s gaze was drawn to his lips again. They were painted a beautiful red and looked like something Nathan would have seen on a woman in a porn movie. An image of Peter, glossy lipstick included, with his lips wrapped around Nathan’s cock popped into his head, and he had to concentrate to send it away.
They played and had fun and sometimes the sex was intense, but this was on another level. Nathan backed up and watched Peter walk away from him. He was turned on and confused. He liked the way Peter looked, he liked Peter as a man, but this was new and still Peter and he wanted to see more. He really wanted to know how Peter had breasts. He followed his brother into the kitchen.
Dinner didn’t seem to be underway and Nathan was hungry. Well, he’d been hungry for food until Peter opened the door. Now his hands itched to peel off that dress and see what else Peter had on. He figured his brother had to have a bra on at the least. His eyes rested on Peter’s ass again. No panty lines, so either he wasn’t wearing any, or he was wearing something that smoothed everything out. He was betting on something smooth.
Nathan gave a short laugh. He hadn't thought this much about women's clothes in well…ever. He complimented his dates and later his wife. He nodded in the right spots when talk turned to fashions dos and don’ts. He’d heard the dreaded "Do I look fat in this?" question a few times and defeated it with sincere compliments and sex.
“Where’s dinner?”
Peter laughed.
“I decided to wait. I wanted the food to be hot.”
Nathan nodded. That took care of the food issue. He moved closer.
“Aren’t you supposed to cook?”
Peter laughed again, though this time it was a husky seductive laugh. He looked down and Nathan focused on the eye shadow that made Peter’s eyelids look dark and mysterious.
“You know I don’t cook. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Nathan pressed his body against Peter’s. His lips brushed against one of Peter’s ears.
“I don’t.” He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Below the musk and spicy smell he could make out his brother’s true scent. He loved that smell. Nathan skimmed his fingers over Peter’s ribs and down to his hips. He pulled away and met Peter’s eyes before kissing him.
The lipstick was warm and tasted faintly of strawberries. His tongue moved into Peter’s mouth and took over. He explored slowly before pulling away. Peter was busy catching his breath, so Nathan took a moment to try and look down inside the dress. He saw a hint of something red and just like that, he was hard as a rock.
Nathan reached around to the back of Peter’s dress and quickly found the zipper. He pulled it down and then tugged the sleeves of the dress down until the entire dress hung from Peter’s waist. His brother was wearing a red bra and the illusion of breasts was still working.
“How did you do this? How did you know how to do this?”
Peter kicked off his high heels and grabbed Nathan by his tie. Nathan had no choice but to follow him into the bedroom.
“I have a lot of friends. Some of them are into what you may call ‘alternative’ lifestyles. After I lost the bet, I made some phone calls and this is the result.” Nathan allowed himself to be shoved down onto the bed. He kicked off his shoes and moved further back onto the middle of the mattress. He smirked as Peter slowly pushed the dress off of his hips and down to the floor. Then his world went full tilt.
The garter belt was black and the panties underneath were red satin. Peter hadn’t tried to hide his dick but for some reason the very noticeable bulge only made Nathan want him more. The garters held the stockings tightly and made Peter’s legs look perfect. He squinted.
“Did you shave your legs?”
Peter laughed and touched his legs.
“Yes. The stockings didn’t look right unless I did. What do you think?”
He swallowed the wetness inside his mouth and looked at Peter’s face. His brother looked unsure and that turned him on too. Everything about Peter turned him on.
“You might have to lose more bets in the future.”
Nathan crooked one finger and smiled as Peter relaxed and walked over.
Nathan grabbed Peter by the hips and placed a quick kiss on his stomach. He urged Peter to straddle his waist. They kissed and Nathan finally got his hands on the bra. He squeezed.
“What’s in these?”
Peter snickered and reached behind his back. The bra came off and he showed Nathan the realistic looking mounds that were pocketed in the bra. Nathan studied Peter while Peter worked on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Even with the bra gone, his brother still had a hint of femininity. Suddenly Nathan had an answer to why Peter’s look had seemed familiar since he opened the front door.
His brother looked like one of the actresses out of an old black and white movie. The hair, the pale skin, the lean frame, it all fit. He remembered a younger Peter begging him to watch old movies with him. He always said no, then gave in, and they’d watch movie after movie.
Nathan moved where Peter wanted as he helped Nathan undress. Once Nathan was naked Peter climbed back into his lap and kissed him again. Nathan wrapped his arms around Peter as his brother busily ground his hard-on against Nathan’s stomach.
Nathan let his fingers skim over the smooth satin. The front was damp in places from Peter’s pre-come. Nathan slipped a hand inside and wrapped it around Peter’s dick. He jerked him off, fast and messy while dodging Peter’s mouth. He finally stopped teasing and let his brother kiss him. Peter squirmed and twisted and Nathan was tempted to let him come. Instead he pulled his hand away and lightly slapped Peter on the ass.
“Take these off.”
Peter stood and pulled the panties off. He started to pull the garter belt off and Nathan stopped him.
“No, leave that and the stockings on.”
Peter smirked and it was a good look on him. He gave a short bow.
“Your wish is my command.”
Nathan smiled and reached for Peter’s nightstand. He pulled out some lube.
“Well, in that case, get on your hands and knees.”
As Peter moved into position, Nathan knelt behind him. He slicked up two fingers and slowly pushed them into his brother’s body. He held onto Peter’s waist with his other hand. He crooked one of the fingers buried inside and listened to Peter’s low moan. He turned and twisted the fingers before he slid them in and out. Peter stifled a hiss of pain as Nathan thrust in three fingers.
Minutes later, Nathan sighed as his cock was surrounded by impossible tightness and heat. He gripped the garter and ran his hands over the material. It felt different from what he was used, to but he loved it.
Nathan closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of fucking Peter. He loved this and sometimes wished things were different. Peter murmured in pleasure and suddenly Nathan wanted more. He pulled out and pushed Peter over onto his back. Before Peter could give more than a surprised yelp, he pushed back inside and began a steady rhythm of three short thrusts and two deep ones. Nathan watched Peter bite his still glossy red lips.
“Touch yourself.”
Peter nodded and began to stroke his dick. After a few moments, his hand tightened and he pulled and jerked harder. Nathan stared into Peter’s eyes as his brother fucked himself on Nathan and then eagerly humped back into his own hand.
Nathan leaned down and kissed Peter, then raised up and placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders. He rammed in rough and fast. Peter’s eyes widened and Nathan smiled at him. Both of them were slick with sweat and as Peter came, Nathan went even faster. The clasp and release on his cock was mind blowing and with one last lunge he came, balls deep inside his brother.
They both panted and tried to catch their breath. Nathan finally gained enough sense to slowly pull out and roll off of Peter. He lay there, his entire body relaxed and heavy with the last remnants of his orgasm. He reached out a hand and touched Peter’s hair. It was soft and shiny and he liked it.
“So, tomorrow you’ll be you again, right?”
Peter smiled sleepily.
“Yep. This is the last time I bet on a charity baseball game.”
Nathan snorted and settled deeper into Peter’s sheets.
“You should know by now that betting against my team is bad.”
Peter grinned.
“Not so bad.” A stocking clad foot rubbed one of his legs.
“I might keep this outfit just for you.”
Nathan thought about it. It might make for another interesting time.
“I’ll take that under consideration.”
Peter yawned and blinked sleepily at him.
“Short nap, then food?”
Nathan agreed and when Peter moved closer, one of his hands going around Nathan’s waist he didn’t complain.
The End.
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Date: 2007-03-06 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-06 11:40 pm (UTC)Addresssing the issue
Date: 2008-04-02 10:58 am (UTC)Peter should know betting is a vice of the devil and a major one of Nathan's.
Sorry if took me while to write reply to your bloody good story!
I think it's safe think Peter's going to up the ante on Nathan.;)
Re: Addresssing the issue
Date: 2008-04-04 03:46 am (UTC)