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Title: Poppin Peter's cherry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Spoilers: No, pre-series
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Archive: Sure,just ask first
Warning: Warm lusty feelings and incest
A/N: Oh man, the title. Someone double dog dared me. I gotta stop taking dares, since my f-list is evil. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slashyme for the beta and replying, "I dare you, I double dog dare you!" when I said I wanted to read a fic titled popping peter's cherry.
Summary: The Petrellis have traditions. Peter wants a new one.
Peter tried not to blush. He kept his eyes on Nathan’s and hoped that his face wasn’t as red he imagined it to be.
Nathan looked at him, blinked and frowned. “Did you just say what I think you said?” He shook the glass he held, and ice clinked melodically. “I didn’t put that much alcohol in this, did I? I know it’s your first drink, but it’s not supposed to make you ask things like that.”
Peter looked at the glass in his hand. Nathan had fixed him some weird drink in celebration of his eighteenth birthday—which had actually been two days ago—and told him it was something all Petrelli men drank when they turned eighteen. Peter had taken a sip, and blurted out the only thing that had been on his mind for the past week.
Now, after finally getting it out, he shook his head. “No, I did ask you to teach me about giving a blowjob.”
Peter swallowed a nervous laugh as Nathan’s right eye twitched before he closed both of them, and took a sip of his drink. “Why do you want to know how to do that, Pete?”
Peter’s answer was a question mocking his brother, “Why do you think, Nate?”
He knew Nathan was going to try and discourage him and then make sure that it was never brought up again. Peter had put it out there and he was going to have to go all the way. ‘Go all the way.’ He sounded like some nervous virgin. He brought his attention back to Nathan, who smirked at him.
“If you can’t say it, you shouldn’t do it.”
Peter gulped the drink down and coughed slightly at the burn. He stood and walked over to Nathan’s chair. He sank down beside it and put one hand on Nathan’s thigh.
“I want to learn how to make guys come with my mouth. That good enough for you?” Then, Peter pulled out his ace card. “If you don’t teach me, I’ll find someone else. I’m sure there are plenty of guys who would be willing to give me lessons.”
The look on Nathan’s face was a mix of anger, frustration and lust.
Peter was bluffing, but he couldn’t let Nathan know that. He’d waited three years for this, for Nathan. He went through the right and wrong of being in love with his brother, and now he didn’t care anymore. He knew what he wanted, and the man he was practically kneeling before, was it.
He liked girls. He’d had girlfriends and messed around, but Nathan…Nathan was on another level. Like something seen on a high shelf that you knew you had to have, or go crazy. Peter had observed the way Nathan had looked at him, especially in the last year or so. He could barely stand the assessing looks and smiles that promised more. And the touches…Peter closed his eyes. They were heaven and hell.
He swallowed, opened his eyes, and leaned closer. “So are you going to teach me?”
His answer was a warm hand on the back of his neck. Nathan pulled him up and they kissed, Nathan’s mouth, sweet and cold, explored his and Peter shuddered, letting him in. He dove into Nathan’s mouth, his tongue fluttering in and around, tracing hard teeth and soft, wet skin.
Nathan pulled away and studied his face.
Peter looked back and slid one hand into Nathan’s lap. His heart pounded and a voice in his head asked if he was insane as he squeezed his brother’s half-hard erection and whispered, “Please?”
Nathan pushed his hand away and stood. Peter waited and after a long drawn out moment, Nathan pointed at the chair he’d just vacated. “Sit down.”
Peter sat and tried not to stutter in terror as Nathan knelt in front of him and began to unbutton and unzip Peter’s pants. Nathan’s voice was rough and brisk as he asked, “Anyone ever give you a blowjob?”
Peter nodded and had to open his mouth twice to get the words out. “Twice, from some girls in school.”
Nathan’s hands tugged and Peter raised his hips until his pants and underwear disappeared. Peter jumped as Nathan wrapped one hand around his cock.
“In order to give a guy a blowjob, you should know how getting one from a man feels.”
The world tilted when Nathan’s mouth closed around the head of his dick. Sensations slammed through his body; soft and wet and hot, much hotter than anything his fevered imagination had ever come up with. When Nathan’s mouth slid down and slowly back up, Peter’s thighs trembled and he had to use everything he’d learned since he’d first touched himself, to stop from coming.
Then Nathan used his tongue. Rough and gentle at the same time, Peter felt it tasting him and tracing slippery designs over the soft skin of his balls and cock. He whimpered, actually aware of the moment his mind went blank. When he returned to himself, he was still coming as Nathan swallowed like it was the most expensive liquor. Peter slumped further in the chair and wondered if he was in some type of weird dream.
He watched Nathan stand and take a quick sip of his drink. He gestured at Peter’s pants and ordered, “Put those back on and we’ll continue with your lesson.”
Peter put on his pants, and waited to follow Nathan’s lead with the feeling that he’d be doing that for significant portions of his life. Nathan sat back down in his chair and nodded at the floor. Peter got back down on his knees and didn’t think too hard on how right it was; at Nathan’s feet, ready to do any and everything for his brother.
Nathan looked at him, his eyes warm and thoughtful. He tapped his belt. “Undo it.”
Peter nodded and eased forward, Nathan’s legs easing wider to accommodate him. He unbuckled the belt and looked at Nathan. One raised eyebrow was all he got, so he unbuttoned and unzipped until Nathan’s pants lay open before him. He remembered what Nathan had done to him, so he pulled pants and boxers down and, as Nathan lifted his hips to help, Peter’s entire body buzzed with arousal and excitement.
With Nathan’s pants off, Peter moved even closer, and eyed Nathan’s cock like a puzzle to be solved. A reassuring hand on his head made him look up.
Nathan brushed a thumb across Peter’s lips. “First, wrap one hand around the base of my dick. If you want, you can use that same hand to touch me before holding it.”
Peter touched soft, hot skin that surrounded a hardness that made his mouth water. He rubbed a thumb across the damp tip before gently sweeping his fingers across Nathan’s balls. He settled his hand around the base and took his first lick. The taste wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good either. He lapped at the head again and got a small jolt as Nathan groaned. His hand carded through Peter’s hair before settling on the top of his head.
“That’s good. It’s like eating a ice cream cone at first, then like sucking on a Popsicle.”
Peter snickered before lapping at the head over and over. He licked at the sides and then sucked the head into his mouth. He sucked in more before gagging and pulling away.
Nathan’s voice was laced with amusement as he commented, “It’s not a race, Peter. And it’s not a porno. Take your time, and watch your teeth.”
He tried again and sucked slow and steady, or in what he thought was a steady rhythm. Time lost all meaning, and it was only him sucking and learning how to deal with saliva and pre-come. This tasted different than the first lick, and Peter swore it tasted like he’d always imagined Nathan would.
His jaw was starting to hurt, so he gave it a break by running the head of Nathan’s cock over his tongue and lips.
Nathan’s voice, guttural, demanded. “Use the hand wrapped around my dick like you’re jacking me off. Make your mouth and hand meet.”
Peter nodded and did just that. It was a little easier on his mouth, and it created friction that made Nathan squirm. Peter went faster, the sounds of his wet sucking growing louder. This was Nathan and he’d made him hard and he was going to make him come.
A hand gripped his hair tighter and held his head still. Peter moaned, as Nathan’s hips thrust and pulled back before thrusting again. Nathan fucked his mouth, and all Peter could do was try to open his mouth wider and take it.
In a tone he’d never heard, Nathan said, “I’m going to come, Peter. Make a decision.”
Peter didn’t move away and the first shot of come made him cough. He swallowed quickly, but was aware of it leaking out of his mouth. It finally tapered off and he pulled away to wipe his mouth. He made a yawning motion to try and make his jaw stop aching. He hoped his mouth wasn’t as swollen as it felt. He looked up and Nathan’s eyes were closed.
He opened them as if knowing that Peter looked at him. Smug satisfaction made Nathan look even more powerful and handsome; like every thing, including the blowjob that had happened, was his birthright. He smiled and pulled his boxers and pants back on. “That was pretty good for your first time. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
Peter licked his lips, then nodded in thanks at the cooling glass of liquor Nathan handed him. He coughed to clear his throat and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it was. It was more real than I thought it would be.”
Nathan nodded. “Did you think about it a lot?”
Peter ducked his head, not wanting Nathan to guess that Peter had wanted him for so long. “Yes.”
“You were never going to go to anyone else, were you?”
Peter leaned against one of Nathan’s legs. The liquor and sex made him drowsy. “No.”
Nathan’s fingers combed through his hair in lazy domination, his silence declaring his happiness with that answer.
Peter wished he could crawl into Nathan’s lap and just surround himself with his brother’s warmth.
“Don’t do this with anyone else unless I say you can.”
It wasn’t a question and Peter bit his tongue thinking of the implication. He swallowed and closed his eyes, Nathan’s taste lingering in his mouth. “Okay.”
He got a loving caress along his jaw in answer. The fire had died down and Peter knew that he should get up and go to his room.
After a few moments, Nathan laughed. “I intended to pop your cherry by giving you your first drink. Looks like we both got more than that.”
Peter stood and stretched. He smirked at the look Nathan gave him. “It’s always good to put our own spin on family traditions. That way we’ll always remember them.”
They both laughed and Nathan stood up, giving him a quick kiss and a light smack on his ass.
Peter figured they were both a little light-headed from the liquor and orgasms. He headed for his room, the wildness of the night settling into his body. Hopefully he’d be able to sleep and dream about other things now that he had gotten his favorite wish out of the way.
End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Spoilers: No, pre-series
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made
Archive: Sure,just ask first
Warning: Warm lusty feelings and incest
A/N: Oh man, the title. Someone double dog dared me. I gotta stop taking dares, since my f-list is evil. Thanks to
slashyme for the beta and replying, "I dare you, I double dog dare you!" when I said I wanted to read a fic titled popping peter's cherry.Summary: The Petrellis have traditions. Peter wants a new one.
Peter tried not to blush. He kept his eyes on Nathan’s and hoped that his face wasn’t as red he imagined it to be.
Nathan looked at him, blinked and frowned. “Did you just say what I think you said?” He shook the glass he held, and ice clinked melodically. “I didn’t put that much alcohol in this, did I? I know it’s your first drink, but it’s not supposed to make you ask things like that.”
Peter looked at the glass in his hand. Nathan had fixed him some weird drink in celebration of his eighteenth birthday—which had actually been two days ago—and told him it was something all Petrelli men drank when they turned eighteen. Peter had taken a sip, and blurted out the only thing that had been on his mind for the past week.
Now, after finally getting it out, he shook his head. “No, I did ask you to teach me about giving a blowjob.”
Peter swallowed a nervous laugh as Nathan’s right eye twitched before he closed both of them, and took a sip of his drink. “Why do you want to know how to do that, Pete?”
Peter’s answer was a question mocking his brother, “Why do you think, Nate?”
He knew Nathan was going to try and discourage him and then make sure that it was never brought up again. Peter had put it out there and he was going to have to go all the way. ‘Go all the way.’ He sounded like some nervous virgin. He brought his attention back to Nathan, who smirked at him.
“If you can’t say it, you shouldn’t do it.”
Peter gulped the drink down and coughed slightly at the burn. He stood and walked over to Nathan’s chair. He sank down beside it and put one hand on Nathan’s thigh.
“I want to learn how to make guys come with my mouth. That good enough for you?” Then, Peter pulled out his ace card. “If you don’t teach me, I’ll find someone else. I’m sure there are plenty of guys who would be willing to give me lessons.”
The look on Nathan’s face was a mix of anger, frustration and lust.
Peter was bluffing, but he couldn’t let Nathan know that. He’d waited three years for this, for Nathan. He went through the right and wrong of being in love with his brother, and now he didn’t care anymore. He knew what he wanted, and the man he was practically kneeling before, was it.
He liked girls. He’d had girlfriends and messed around, but Nathan…Nathan was on another level. Like something seen on a high shelf that you knew you had to have, or go crazy. Peter had observed the way Nathan had looked at him, especially in the last year or so. He could barely stand the assessing looks and smiles that promised more. And the touches…Peter closed his eyes. They were heaven and hell.
He swallowed, opened his eyes, and leaned closer. “So are you going to teach me?”
His answer was a warm hand on the back of his neck. Nathan pulled him up and they kissed, Nathan’s mouth, sweet and cold, explored his and Peter shuddered, letting him in. He dove into Nathan’s mouth, his tongue fluttering in and around, tracing hard teeth and soft, wet skin.
Nathan pulled away and studied his face.
Peter looked back and slid one hand into Nathan’s lap. His heart pounded and a voice in his head asked if he was insane as he squeezed his brother’s half-hard erection and whispered, “Please?”
Nathan pushed his hand away and stood. Peter waited and after a long drawn out moment, Nathan pointed at the chair he’d just vacated. “Sit down.”
Peter sat and tried not to stutter in terror as Nathan knelt in front of him and began to unbutton and unzip Peter’s pants. Nathan’s voice was rough and brisk as he asked, “Anyone ever give you a blowjob?”
Peter nodded and had to open his mouth twice to get the words out. “Twice, from some girls in school.”
Nathan’s hands tugged and Peter raised his hips until his pants and underwear disappeared. Peter jumped as Nathan wrapped one hand around his cock.
“In order to give a guy a blowjob, you should know how getting one from a man feels.”
The world tilted when Nathan’s mouth closed around the head of his dick. Sensations slammed through his body; soft and wet and hot, much hotter than anything his fevered imagination had ever come up with. When Nathan’s mouth slid down and slowly back up, Peter’s thighs trembled and he had to use everything he’d learned since he’d first touched himself, to stop from coming.
Then Nathan used his tongue. Rough and gentle at the same time, Peter felt it tasting him and tracing slippery designs over the soft skin of his balls and cock. He whimpered, actually aware of the moment his mind went blank. When he returned to himself, he was still coming as Nathan swallowed like it was the most expensive liquor. Peter slumped further in the chair and wondered if he was in some type of weird dream.
He watched Nathan stand and take a quick sip of his drink. He gestured at Peter’s pants and ordered, “Put those back on and we’ll continue with your lesson.”
Peter put on his pants, and waited to follow Nathan’s lead with the feeling that he’d be doing that for significant portions of his life. Nathan sat back down in his chair and nodded at the floor. Peter got back down on his knees and didn’t think too hard on how right it was; at Nathan’s feet, ready to do any and everything for his brother.
Nathan looked at him, his eyes warm and thoughtful. He tapped his belt. “Undo it.”
Peter nodded and eased forward, Nathan’s legs easing wider to accommodate him. He unbuckled the belt and looked at Nathan. One raised eyebrow was all he got, so he unbuttoned and unzipped until Nathan’s pants lay open before him. He remembered what Nathan had done to him, so he pulled pants and boxers down and, as Nathan lifted his hips to help, Peter’s entire body buzzed with arousal and excitement.
With Nathan’s pants off, Peter moved even closer, and eyed Nathan’s cock like a puzzle to be solved. A reassuring hand on his head made him look up.
Nathan brushed a thumb across Peter’s lips. “First, wrap one hand around the base of my dick. If you want, you can use that same hand to touch me before holding it.”
Peter touched soft, hot skin that surrounded a hardness that made his mouth water. He rubbed a thumb across the damp tip before gently sweeping his fingers across Nathan’s balls. He settled his hand around the base and took his first lick. The taste wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good either. He lapped at the head again and got a small jolt as Nathan groaned. His hand carded through Peter’s hair before settling on the top of his head.
“That’s good. It’s like eating a ice cream cone at first, then like sucking on a Popsicle.”
Peter snickered before lapping at the head over and over. He licked at the sides and then sucked the head into his mouth. He sucked in more before gagging and pulling away.
Nathan’s voice was laced with amusement as he commented, “It’s not a race, Peter. And it’s not a porno. Take your time, and watch your teeth.”
He tried again and sucked slow and steady, or in what he thought was a steady rhythm. Time lost all meaning, and it was only him sucking and learning how to deal with saliva and pre-come. This tasted different than the first lick, and Peter swore it tasted like he’d always imagined Nathan would.
His jaw was starting to hurt, so he gave it a break by running the head of Nathan’s cock over his tongue and lips.
Nathan’s voice, guttural, demanded. “Use the hand wrapped around my dick like you’re jacking me off. Make your mouth and hand meet.”
Peter nodded and did just that. It was a little easier on his mouth, and it created friction that made Nathan squirm. Peter went faster, the sounds of his wet sucking growing louder. This was Nathan and he’d made him hard and he was going to make him come.
A hand gripped his hair tighter and held his head still. Peter moaned, as Nathan’s hips thrust and pulled back before thrusting again. Nathan fucked his mouth, and all Peter could do was try to open his mouth wider and take it.
In a tone he’d never heard, Nathan said, “I’m going to come, Peter. Make a decision.”
Peter didn’t move away and the first shot of come made him cough. He swallowed quickly, but was aware of it leaking out of his mouth. It finally tapered off and he pulled away to wipe his mouth. He made a yawning motion to try and make his jaw stop aching. He hoped his mouth wasn’t as swollen as it felt. He looked up and Nathan’s eyes were closed.
He opened them as if knowing that Peter looked at him. Smug satisfaction made Nathan look even more powerful and handsome; like every thing, including the blowjob that had happened, was his birthright. He smiled and pulled his boxers and pants back on. “That was pretty good for your first time. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
Peter licked his lips, then nodded in thanks at the cooling glass of liquor Nathan handed him. He coughed to clear his throat and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it was. It was more real than I thought it would be.”
Nathan nodded. “Did you think about it a lot?”
Peter ducked his head, not wanting Nathan to guess that Peter had wanted him for so long. “Yes.”
“You were never going to go to anyone else, were you?”
Peter leaned against one of Nathan’s legs. The liquor and sex made him drowsy. “No.”
Nathan’s fingers combed through his hair in lazy domination, his silence declaring his happiness with that answer.
Peter wished he could crawl into Nathan’s lap and just surround himself with his brother’s warmth.
“Don’t do this with anyone else unless I say you can.”
It wasn’t a question and Peter bit his tongue thinking of the implication. He swallowed and closed his eyes, Nathan’s taste lingering in his mouth. “Okay.”
He got a loving caress along his jaw in answer. The fire had died down and Peter knew that he should get up and go to his room.
After a few moments, Nathan laughed. “I intended to pop your cherry by giving you your first drink. Looks like we both got more than that.”
Peter stood and stretched. He smirked at the look Nathan gave him. “It’s always good to put our own spin on family traditions. That way we’ll always remember them.”
They both laughed and Nathan stood up, giving him a quick kiss and a light smack on his ass.
Peter figured they were both a little light-headed from the liquor and orgasms. He headed for his room, the wildness of the night settling into his body. Hopefully he’d be able to sleep and dream about other things now that he had gotten his favorite wish out of the way.
End
