Fic: Belize, Heroes, Nathan/Peter
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Title: Belize
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Spoilers: Spoilers for the SEASON FINALE
Warnings: Never wash a red shirt with white pants. Also there's some incest type lovin in the story.
A/N: For various Heroes fans, especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparky77, skripka, and slashyme and others who wanted some tropical fun.
Summary: He's alive and so is Peter.
Nathan stretched and felt the slight pull of tight skin as he took a sip of water. Two weeks after he’d flown Peter up into the sky, he’d opened his eyes to find Peter taking care of him. Nathan hadn’t been able to talk, but didn’t need to since his brother could read minds. Nathan discovered he’d been burned even though Peter had tossed him far away with his mind, then caught him before he’d hit the ocean.
Four days ago, after blistered skin and morphine drips, Peter came back to their little hut and took all of the bandages off and bathed him with water he first cupped in his hands. Nathan spent the next few hours in awe as his body healed until it was like he had nothing worse than bad sunburn. Peter smiled and said, “There’s a woman in Belize. I’d heard rumors at the market. I went to see her.”
Today, Nathan frowned and watched as Peter walked up the path that led to their hut. Peter insisted it wasn’t a hut, but Nathan said it was because what else do you call a thatched roof house on a small island off the coast of Belize? Peter rolled his eyes and didn’t argue. Now, Nathan watched Peter make his way up the stairs and into the dimly shaded front room.
Peter insisted Nathan stay in the room instead of lying out in the sun. Nathan was ready to go insane, but the worried look in his brothers’ eyes had Nathan agreeing for now. Nathan eyed Peter up and down. His little brother looked like a native. He wore nothing but a pair of knee length brown shorts and a pair of thin sandals.
“Why didn’t you fly back?”
Peter reached in the bag he carried and handed him another bottle of water.
“I like walking back. Plus, I don’t want anyone to get too curious and come looking.” He sat next to Nathan on the double chaise lounge and sipped water. Nathan felt restless as Peter’s long fingers practically molested an orange before he peeled it, and sucked the slices into his mouth. He was fascinated by how Peter was at turns elegantly and messily eating the fruit.
He watched as Peter ignored the juice that made wet, sticky tracks down his chin. Nathan squirmed as his entire body attuned itself to his brother’s fingers and mouth. He thought Peter was oblivious, until narrowed eyes glanced at him for a quick moment.
Nathan took one of Peter’s hands and sucked a finger into his mouth. He didn’t look at Peter, he just concentrated on the fingers, licking and sucking them clean. When he was done he met Peter’s eyes and smirked. Peter pulled him closer and kissed him. Nathan licked Peter’s lips and chin before he pushed his tongue into a warm, moist mouth. Peter made some kind of noise and pulled Nathan closer.
Nathan’s body came to life and he was hard before his next breath. He made a move to kneel over Peter and gasped. Peter pulled away and looked at him. Nathan tried to hide the slight pain, but Peter saw it and pushed him onto his back. He studied Nathan for a moment before he asked, “You up for this?”
Nathan unbuttoned Peter’s shorts one-handed and grinned. “Are you kidding?”
Peter smiled and straddled Nathan’s lap, rubbing against Nathan’s hard-on while his hands gently touched Nathan’s chest. The right amount of pressure had Nathan clenching his teeth. He would not come like some horny teen-ager. They were alive. New York wasn’t a wasteland and that seven-percent Linderman had been so smugly unconcerned about was still walking around breathing and laughing, playing and living.
Peter worked fast, and Nathan refused to think about the fact that Peter using his powers to take Nathan’s pants off was hot. Peter leaned down and kissed him, then teased Nathan by grabbing some sunscreen to prepare himself. Nathan made a move to help and Peter pushed his hands away.
“Let me do all the work. You just lay there.”
Nathan relaxed and felt like a King. Minutes later, Peter slid down onto his cock and Nathan grunted. Peter was tight and hot and every single thing Nathan wanted. He let Peter do all the work and enjoyed watching Peter ride him slowly, his body trembling until Peter closed his eyes and sped up. Nathan groaned with pleasure. He was so hard and he wanted to wait and but he couldn’t; not with the way Peter’s thighs flexed, then relaxed, over and over. Peter bit his own bottom lip and went even faster.
Nathan thrust and rolled his hips in a counter clockwise move. When Peter looked at him, Nathan planned to make some joke but the expression on Peter’s face made him pause. No one had ever looked at Nathan like he was the hero and oh god, he’d risk it all for Peter again. Every lifetime, every moment, he wanted this, wanted Peter. He stroked Peter’s cock and used his thumb to spread pre-come over the entire length. Peter’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he came over them both, messy and warm.
Peter’s body tightened around him and Nathan felt like his dick was being squeezed from the inside out. He whispered, “Fuck,” and his orgasm sizzled through him like every part of him was being reborn. Behind Nathan’s closed eyes he could see nothing but white sparks. He sighed blissfully and raised his knees to support Peter’s back.
Peter touched Nathan’s forehead, then his eyebrows. His fingers skated down Nathan’s nose and stroked over his cheeks. Nathan didn’t need to read minds to understand the expression on Peter’s face. He’d seen it before when Peter had been scared and desperate. He grabbed Peter’s hand and kissed the palm.
“I love you too.”
End
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Spoilers: Spoilers for the SEASON FINALE
Warnings: Never wash a red shirt with white pants. Also there's some incest type lovin in the story.
A/N: For various Heroes fans, especially
sparky77, skripka, and slashyme and others who wanted some tropical fun.Summary: He's alive and so is Peter.
Nathan stretched and felt the slight pull of tight skin as he took a sip of water. Two weeks after he’d flown Peter up into the sky, he’d opened his eyes to find Peter taking care of him. Nathan hadn’t been able to talk, but didn’t need to since his brother could read minds. Nathan discovered he’d been burned even though Peter had tossed him far away with his mind, then caught him before he’d hit the ocean.
Four days ago, after blistered skin and morphine drips, Peter came back to their little hut and took all of the bandages off and bathed him with water he first cupped in his hands. Nathan spent the next few hours in awe as his body healed until it was like he had nothing worse than bad sunburn. Peter smiled and said, “There’s a woman in Belize. I’d heard rumors at the market. I went to see her.”
Today, Nathan frowned and watched as Peter walked up the path that led to their hut. Peter insisted it wasn’t a hut, but Nathan said it was because what else do you call a thatched roof house on a small island off the coast of Belize? Peter rolled his eyes and didn’t argue. Now, Nathan watched Peter make his way up the stairs and into the dimly shaded front room.
Peter insisted Nathan stay in the room instead of lying out in the sun. Nathan was ready to go insane, but the worried look in his brothers’ eyes had Nathan agreeing for now. Nathan eyed Peter up and down. His little brother looked like a native. He wore nothing but a pair of knee length brown shorts and a pair of thin sandals.
“Why didn’t you fly back?”
Peter reached in the bag he carried and handed him another bottle of water.
“I like walking back. Plus, I don’t want anyone to get too curious and come looking.” He sat next to Nathan on the double chaise lounge and sipped water. Nathan felt restless as Peter’s long fingers practically molested an orange before he peeled it, and sucked the slices into his mouth. He was fascinated by how Peter was at turns elegantly and messily eating the fruit.
He watched as Peter ignored the juice that made wet, sticky tracks down his chin. Nathan squirmed as his entire body attuned itself to his brother’s fingers and mouth. He thought Peter was oblivious, until narrowed eyes glanced at him for a quick moment.
Nathan took one of Peter’s hands and sucked a finger into his mouth. He didn’t look at Peter, he just concentrated on the fingers, licking and sucking them clean. When he was done he met Peter’s eyes and smirked. Peter pulled him closer and kissed him. Nathan licked Peter’s lips and chin before he pushed his tongue into a warm, moist mouth. Peter made some kind of noise and pulled Nathan closer.
Nathan’s body came to life and he was hard before his next breath. He made a move to kneel over Peter and gasped. Peter pulled away and looked at him. Nathan tried to hide the slight pain, but Peter saw it and pushed him onto his back. He studied Nathan for a moment before he asked, “You up for this?”
Nathan unbuttoned Peter’s shorts one-handed and grinned. “Are you kidding?”
Peter smiled and straddled Nathan’s lap, rubbing against Nathan’s hard-on while his hands gently touched Nathan’s chest. The right amount of pressure had Nathan clenching his teeth. He would not come like some horny teen-ager. They were alive. New York wasn’t a wasteland and that seven-percent Linderman had been so smugly unconcerned about was still walking around breathing and laughing, playing and living.
Peter worked fast, and Nathan refused to think about the fact that Peter using his powers to take Nathan’s pants off was hot. Peter leaned down and kissed him, then teased Nathan by grabbing some sunscreen to prepare himself. Nathan made a move to help and Peter pushed his hands away.
“Let me do all the work. You just lay there.”
Nathan relaxed and felt like a King. Minutes later, Peter slid down onto his cock and Nathan grunted. Peter was tight and hot and every single thing Nathan wanted. He let Peter do all the work and enjoyed watching Peter ride him slowly, his body trembling until Peter closed his eyes and sped up. Nathan groaned with pleasure. He was so hard and he wanted to wait and but he couldn’t; not with the way Peter’s thighs flexed, then relaxed, over and over. Peter bit his own bottom lip and went even faster.
Nathan thrust and rolled his hips in a counter clockwise move. When Peter looked at him, Nathan planned to make some joke but the expression on Peter’s face made him pause. No one had ever looked at Nathan like he was the hero and oh god, he’d risk it all for Peter again. Every lifetime, every moment, he wanted this, wanted Peter. He stroked Peter’s cock and used his thumb to spread pre-come over the entire length. Peter’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he came over them both, messy and warm.
Peter’s body tightened around him and Nathan felt like his dick was being squeezed from the inside out. He whispered, “Fuck,” and his orgasm sizzled through him like every part of him was being reborn. Behind Nathan’s closed eyes he could see nothing but white sparks. He sighed blissfully and raised his knees to support Peter’s back.
Peter touched Nathan’s forehead, then his eyebrows. His fingers skated down Nathan’s nose and stroked over his cheeks. Nathan didn’t need to read minds to understand the expression on Peter’s face. He’d seen it before when Peter had been scared and desperate. He grabbed Peter’s hand and kissed the palm.
“I love you too.”
End
