Necessary Indiscretion

Peter and Nathan sat side by side on the neatly made hotel bed, feeling much like sixteen-year-old teenagers watching their very first porn movie as Allison and Stephanie started kissing each other and undressing each other.

Nathan leaned into Peter‘s shoulder and whispered jokingly, “Oh, my God, Peter, where did you find these women? They’re really not schoolteachers, are they?”

“I thought they were,” Peter laughed nervously, and started fidgeting with the crotch of his dress pants. They had become uncomfortably tight, partially because of the sisters teasing each other with their tongues, partially his brother’s hand gently massaging his back, his movement unnoticeable under Peter’s shirt.

Nathan himself was hard as a rock. Nathan wanted to throw the girls out of the hotel room, slam the door shut, and make Peter’s body quiver underneath his hands. He didn’t want to have sex with strange women; he wanted the familiar, he wanted his brother. Peter seemed a little unreceptive at the moment, though. He leaned over and gave Peter a few soft kisses on his neck, and noticed that his brother was downright fondling himself through his pants. He whispered into Peter’s ear, cupping his hand around Peter’s erection, “I want to see you fuck those girls until they cry, and then I’m gonna do it to you.” Peter pushed Nathan’s hand away and gave him a warning look.

“Look, Steph, you’ve got the younger one about to come in his pants,” Allison snickered.

Peter objected breathlessly, “I’m not that young.”

Nathan continued to trail his lips across Peter’s neck, and Peter tried desperately not to make a sound as Nathan’s teeth tugged gently at his skin. While Stephanie hadn’t noticed, Allison had seen the whole exchange. She said, “That is just so sweet, Nathan, kissing your brother. I can see why. He’s very pretty. You guys are just as naughty as we are,” Allison taunted, sliding her fingers into her sister. Stephanie was moaning and her hips were bucking under her sister’s touch.

Nathan pulled away, taken aback by Allison’s statement.

“Kiss him again, Nathan, come on, we want to see you two get it on,” Allison challenged. Stephanie looked over at them, a worried frown forming on her face.

“Come on, Allie, don’t say things like that,” Stephanie said.

Peter had a feeling that Allison was the dominant sister, just like Nathan was the dominant brother. Peter got to his feet before Nathan could even contemplate obliging with Allison’s demand. He took Allison in his arms and kissed her instead, and in two seconds flat Peter was naked and Allison’s mouth was on him.

Nathan said, unbuttoning his shirt, “I think that one was supposed to be mine, Pete.”

“I thought you said--they were--both mine,” Peter groaned. He watched his brother take the other twin roughly by the wrists, pull her towards him, and toss her down on the other side of the bed. As Allison pleasured Peter with her mouth, he watched Nathan’s strong, lean body move on top of Stephanie, no foreplay, just right to it.

Peter found himself insanely jealous at that moment, watching Nathan. He didn’t kiss her, he didn’t touch her, he just was going through the motions. So not the way he touched Peter. He very nearly worshipped Peter’s body, torturing him, tormenting him with kisses and caresses. Peter could hear angry thoughts racing through Nathan’s mind, alternating with the mindless, wordless bliss of Stephanie. Allison had a song in her head, so he couldn’t tell what she was thinking, nor did he care.

Peter couldn’t believe it. Nathan was punishing him. Making Peter want it by giving it away to someone else. How could he? Watching Nathan, Peter knew he could never, ever say no to him. All the denial and willpower in the world wouldn’t work.

Allison was doing her best to get Peter’s attention off of his brother, but to no avail.

“Stop, okay, just stop, please,” Peter said. Allison got up off her knees, leaving Peter panting, unfulfilled.

“Steph. Stephanie. Get up, get dressed now. These two want to be alone with each other.”

Stephanie stopped Nathan in mid-thrust. “What? What are you talking about, Allie?”

“Peter here likes his brother better than he likes women. He obviously wishes he were where you are right now, or maybe he wishes his brother were me.”

Nathan stood up abruptly, after roughly flinging Stephanie aside. He grabbed Allison by the hair. “You cunt. Insult my brother again, I dare you. If you so much as speak his or my name outside this room, I’ll make it so you lose your teaching licenses forever. I’ll ruin your goddamn lives. Get the fuck out of my sight, you bitch.”

“Nathan, stop it, let her go!” Peter pleaded.

Nathan released her, and Stephanie started to cry, but Allison was unfazed. She drew back and spit right in Nathan’s face. “You’re disgusting, both of you. Don’t worry, I would be embarrassed to tell anyone about this.”

Peter put his pants on quickly and pushed Nathan away from Allison. “Maybe you should just get dressed and leave. I’m sorry--”

“Don’t apologize to them, Pete. They don’t deserve anything from you.” Nathan was absolutely furious. “If you two are not out of here in three minutes, I swear to Christ…” Nathan went into the bathroom to wash his face.

The women dressed quickly and grabbed their purses. As Nathan was coming out of the bathroom, they vacated the hotel room, but not before Allison seethed, “Fuck you and your pretty boy brother!”

Nathan flipped them off as the door closed, and Peter could not help but laugh. Nathan collapsed onto the bed, and looked like he either wanted to laugh or cry. “I can’t believe that just happened, Pete. I can be a real asshole.”

Peter sighed, and rested his hands beneath his head. “Yeah. You called her a cunt, and you never use that word. You know, you assaulted her. She could have you arrested.”

“Oh, no she can’t. I paid the bartender and the clerk to keep their mouths shut and I had the clerk cut the cameras for the night. All the records will show is that you, Peter Petrelli, rented a single room for a night. Your word against theirs. You were a perfect gentleman, anyway. Good thing I had your American Express. I know how to cover my ass, Pete. When they used the bathroom, I looked in their purses, got their full names, Social Security numbers. They’re not going to do a damn thing. Oh, Pete. I told you I would ruin your night,” Nathan said.

“Maybe I’m glad they’re gone, Nate.” Peter moved to his brother’s side, and placed his open palm on his brother’s flat stomach. He traced the dark hair on Nathan’s stomach with his finger.

“I know I am,” Nathan breathed.

“But they were right. What’s wrong with me? Why would I rather have you than a woman?” Peter pressed his body closer to Nathan’s, and rested his hand on his brother’s chest.

“I’ll tell you why, Pete. Because you’re you. You would rather make love, not have sex. You couldn’t make love to one of those women, not if you tried. But you always, always make love with me.”

“I guess you’re right,” Peter said.

Nathan stroked his brother’s dark, tousled hair, and whispered, “When the right woman comes along, then I guess you won’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you, Nate. I need you right now.”

Nathan pushed himself up, and gently stroked the side of his brother’s face. “I need you too, Pete. More than you know.”

Nathan kissed his brother, at first tenderly, then more urgently as he felt Peter become hard, pressing insistently into his hip, one layer of fabric separating their skin. This was not sex, it was love, and therefore it was not wrong.

One swift motion and the dress pants were off, and Peter’s body tensed as Nathan stroked the inside of Peter’s thighs, one and then the other. He allowed his hand to slightly brush him, and Peter cried out softly.

“Tell me you love me, Peter,” Nathan murmured, kissing his brother’s stomach, his chest, his neck, finding the place in Peter’s throat where his pulse raced, capturing his brother’s life-force momentarily beneath his lips.

“I love you, Nate,” Peter sighed, as Nathan’s thumb traced a delicate line back and forth on the underside of him.

“Tell me what you want, Peter.”

Nathan had never asked him what he wanted before.

“Anything I want?” Peter moaned, his hips thrusting, Nathan now full-handedly stroking him up and down, twisting just the right way. “I want--I don’t care--just make me come, Nathan, just like you always do,” Peter blurted, his body trembling.

Nathan was like the pull of the tide, bringing him ever closer from the far-off horizon, at first carrying him languidly, then hurtling him blindly towards the place where the waves crashed against the land, where pain, anger, hate, hurt, need, all those things that kept the two brothers apart were shattered and scattered like the broken shells that littered the warm sands of the shore.

After a while, Peter was so caught up in his brother’s touch that he was only slightly aware of Nathan behind him, sliding inside him now, and he didn’t even feel a bit of pain. Not a thing but Nathan’s purposeful strokes. His spine felt as if it had been replaced with a white-hot filament, every nerve and muscle in his body burning bright, and he was aching for release, for the light to burn through him and consume him. Peter’s vision sparkled and glimmered, and he knew he was close.

Nathan’s hips pushed forcefully against him, and Nathan’s hand moved on him once more, and he was there, flying like a fiery comet through the night sky, pieces of himself fragmenting into the blackness of space. He tightened around Nathan as he came, his body shuddering.

Nathan came the instant after, losing himself, spilling himself into his brother. He pushed deeper, saying his brother’s name, telling him he loved him, repeating it like a mantra until he sighed heavily and stopped moving.

“Do you forgive me, Pete?” Nathan whispered.

“Yes, always, Nate,” Peter affirmed.

Nathan’s arms tightened around Peter, his hand found his brother’s, and they stayed there like that until the sweat had long dried on their skin.

***

Somewhere in the middle of sleep and wakefulness, Peter pulled the covers over their nude bodies, and turned to face Nathan, who slept deeply. He rested his head on Nathan’s chest. The sound of his brother’s heartbeat set him drifting back to sleep, and his last thought was that Nathan had never needed to ask him what he wanted, because he always knew.

***

Nathan Petrelli woke first, and nearly choked when he saw what time it was. Eleven A.M. He had to call Heidi; he had to get to the office. He showered and dressed quickly, then picked his brother’s clothes up off the floor, smoothed them out a bit, and laid them over a chair. As he pulled out his cell phone to punch in his house number, he stopped to glance at the prone figure of his brother.

Peter still slept, his body seeming so small in the expanse of the large bed. Nathan’s heart ached as he realized what he was doing, so quick to rush out and immerse himself in everything else. He wondered if Peter ever picked up on the thoughts of others when he was sleeping. He hoped so.

Nathan put his phone away and decided that his day could wait. The most important thing in his life was lying tangled in those covers, and he promised himself that he would never put him last again. He brushed Peter’s hair out of his face, marveling at how beautiful he looked right at that moment, his chest rising and falling slowly, his face peaceful in sleep.

I love you so much, Peter. I can’t fix it all in one day, but I can start right now.

Nathan picked up the land line and dialed room service for coffee and a light breakfast, instructing them to leave it at the door.

Sleep as long as you want, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.

“You’re not doing too bad, Nate,” he heard his brother say in a sleepy voice.

Nathan turned to him and smiled brightly. “Morning, Pete. You really have to cut that hair,” he joked affectionately.

“Maybe,” Peter said, sitting up, shielding his eyes from the bright morning light pouring in the windows. “Give me a minute, and I’ll get in the shower, all right?”

“You take as long as you want. I’m not in a rush.” Nathan leaned in to kiss his brother’s forehead. “There’s nowhere I have to be than right here with you, Pete.”

Peter said, “I just love it when you suck up to me, Nate.”

“Oh, shut up and enjoy it,” Nathan said, unashamedly admiring his brother’s body as Peter got out of the bed, grabbed his pants off the chair where Nathan had placed them, and pulled them on. A smile playing at his lips, Peter remarked, “You know, Nate, I had a great time last night. We should definitely do it again sometime.”

Nathan said sarcastically, “What, bring two slutty women back to a hotel room and let them try to humiliate us? Oh, what a great time!”

Peter started laughing so hard he had to support himself on the wall. “And you said you thought I had such good taste!”

“Apparently not,” Nathan laughed.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

Peter got up, opened the door, and took the tray inside. “Coffee and food. Just what I needed.” He set the tray down and handed Nathan a cup. “Did you call Heidi?” Peter asked, sipping the warm brew.

“Ma probably told her I was with you. She won’t be worried.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Peter caught his brother’s hazel eyes with his own, and he said, “Love you, Nate.”

“Love you too, Pete.”

Nathan and Peter Petrelli proceeded to share their meal in comfortable silence; there was no need for either of them to say another word.

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