The Path You Choose

Title: The Path You Choose
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, incest, language, sex, oral, PWP
Spoilers: 1x03 at most, only very light ones
Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Summary: It’s a messed up bed they’ve made for themselves, how long can they continue to lie in it?
Setting: Early S1
Feedback: angel_jadeuk@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.badsideoftown.net/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.


They haven’t been like this for a while. Not since the accident. Even now, Peter’s sure he can see the guilt Nathan is trying so hard to conceal. But they both knew eventually Nathan would be back, with no explanations needed. Nathan never did feel the need to explain himself, and Peter…well, he’s learnt to accept that what Nathan wants…

It doesn’t stop him from getting angry though, when Nathan appears at his door out of the blue, that ‘let’s fuck’ expression on his face as if it had never left in the first place. Peter is trying to move on with his life, he doesn’t think he can let himself go through this again. But Nathan isn’t waiting for an invitation. He walks inside the apartment and waits for Peter to shut the door.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asks, surprised by Peter’s cold reception.

“What are you doing here, Nathan?” Peter demands.

He’s still sore from his public humiliation and Nathan’s betrayal, that much is obvious. So Nathan reaches out and holds his shoulder, affectionately. “I’ve missed you.”

Peter rolls his eyes; he has to wonder why Nathan always feels the need to butter him up this way. Why not just be honest and admit he’s just after a quick fuck?

“Okay, you’re still angry, I understand…” Nathan begins. But he doesn’t understand. Surely Peter knows how important it is to him to maintain a good public image?

“We already talked about this.” Peter snaps, cutting him off. “You’re not here to apologise.”

Nathan sighs and lets him go. “I want to make it up to you.”

“You really don’t have to.” Peter assures him, irritably. “I’ll get over it.”

Nathan smiles, stepping in closer to bridge the gap between them. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“I thought we agreed we should stop this.” Peter points out, refusing to look his brother in the eye. That feeling is back, the same feeling that first led him into Nathan’s arms all those years ago. The one that made him need Nathan so badly that he almost lost himself in the process.

“Just for a while I said.” Nathan tells him, confused by his brother’s behaviour. He’s never seen Peter so unresponsive, has to wonder if maybe he’s to blame for that. “Is this about what I said? Because I’ve told you, I couldn’t let that incident affect my image, I’m so close right now, Peter.”

“You think the fact you fuck your brother might affect your image?” Peter smirks, loving to push his brother’s buttons when he’s like this.

“Don’t even joke about that.” Nathan warns him, pulling him closer.

Peter lets him. “If you want to protect your precious image, you really shouldn’t be here. Not for this.”

“But this is our little secret.” Nathan reminds him, playfully. “I’ve needed this all week, you have no idea how much…”

Peter jerks his head away as Nathan tries to kiss him. “Getting a little tired of being your whore, Nathan.”

Nathan grits his teeth but says nothing. He steps back and shrugs. “Want me to go?”

He knows he should say yes, but Peter can’t say it out loud. He just wants Nathan to be sorry and mean it. To hold him just because he wants to. To love him.

Nathan smiles at Peter’s indecision. “Come here.”

It’s so much easier when he lets Nathan take over. He wants so badly to fall into his brother’s arms but he knows it will inevitably end in pain. It always does. And yet it doesn’t stop him from doing just that. As Nathan’s arms wrap around him, holding him protectively, Peter knows it’s too late to stop it. He’s falling all over again.

Nathan doesn’t waste much time and after awkwardly pulling Peter’s shirt off as they try to kiss and walk to the bedroom at the same time, he shoves his younger brother down onto the mattress and yanks his own shirt off. “I’ve needed this for so long!”

Peter has to force himself to block out the nagging thoughts in his brain, warning him against this. But as Nathan’s hands pull the waistband of his jeans down past his hips and slowly past the knees, before letting them fall from his feet, Peter doesn’t have many thoughts involving any kind of reluctance. Nathan crawls back over his aroused brother and leans down, kissing his navel, before trailing kisses down towards the younger man’s semi-erect cock. “Nathan…” Peter begins, the name escaping from his lips as he gasps at the sensation of that familiar mouth swallowing his erection. His head is swimming with a helpless need for more, but articulating these needs are useless. Nathan always knows what he needs before he does.

And sure enough, Nathan lowers his head down onto Peter’s cock, taking every inch until it pushes at the back of his throat, threatening to choke him. Still, Nathan doesn’t relent. He can feel his brother coming undone beneath him, shaking with a violent pleasure that only Nathan has ever been able to inflict. He waits until he’s sure Peter is on the edge, overpowered by the intensity of the feeling Nathan is giving him. And then he pulls away.

A look of wild desperation and panic is staring back at him as he looks up at his brother. “You don’t get to come just yet.” Nathan explains with a smirk on his face. He pulls a rubber from his pocket, along with a tube of lubrication. He’s always careful, every single time. Peter tries not to take it as an insult; he’s sure Nathan’s just being overcautious. Or overprotective. Probably both.

“Hurry up, Nathan. Please, I’m dying here.” Peter whines, watching his brother unzip his pants and drop them to the floor, allowing his cock to spring free from it’s confines.

“Lie back for me.” Nathan says, gently, sliding the condom on as he watches his flustered brother laid out before him. He has to suppress a groan. “So beautiful like this, Pete. Wish I could…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.

Peter bites his bottom lip out of nervous habit as Nathan climbs back on the bed, looming over him. It’s been so long it feels like the first time all over again. But the moment the first finger slides into him, everything comes rushing back. It’s feels like home and Peter never wants to forget what this feels like, never wants to have to live without the look of absolute adoration Nathan is giving him right now. “Don’t leave me again, Nathan.” Peter begs as his hips rock back and forth with each movement of Nathan’s hand. He squeezes his eyes shut as Nathan deliberately rubs against his prostate briefly, a shiver running down his spine despite the sweat beginning to glisten on his overheated skin. He starts to believe Nathan has no intention of answering, until the other man leans down, closing the gap between them.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Nathan assures him, capturing the younger boy’s lips in a kiss. It’s a promise, sealed in the only way they know how and its desperation quickly engulfs them both until neither can pull away. Peter barely notices as Nathan’s fingers withdraw from inside him, until he feels something much larger forcing it’s way inside. He finally breaks the kiss, tensing slightly in a knee jerk reaction. It’s Nathan’s calming kisses, planted on his forehead and lips, that remind him to relax. “Tell me to stop if…”

“Nathan, I’m not going to break.” Peter interrupts, looking up at him with watery eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”

Nathan smiles down at him, increasing the pressure until he’s deep inside his brother. “I know.” Of course. Nathan always knows. Just like the way he knows how to drive Peter insane with need and still make him wait ‘til the very last second for release. Nathan’s an expert at that.

And true to form, Nathan begins to pick up a pace that seems to be designed to send Peter into a state of frenzied delirium, expertly hitting his prostate until stray tears escape from the corner of his eyes. Unable to wait for Nathan’s helping hand, Peter reaches out and closes his fist around his cock, frantically trying to bring himself off.

Nathan is seemingly lost in his own pleasure, being back inside Peter after so long. He’d almost forgot just how intense it could feel. When he sees Peter is just about ready to come, his hand desperately sliding up and down his rock hard cock, Nathan reaches out and takes over. Peter loses it and his whole body tenses as the pleasure becomes too much. Muscles clamp down around Nathan’s dick and he can’t help but cry out at the sheer pleasure it sends through his body.

Peter jerks his hips, thrusting his cock into Nathan’s hand one last time before he comes, sticky white strings of cum shooting out across Nathan’s chest. The orgasm feels like it’s going to last forever as Nathan continues fucking him, each and every thrust inside causing a shockwave of pleasure in his exhausted body.

When it finally dies down, Peter grabs Nathan’s arms and rolls them over until he’s straddling Nathan’s hips. He continues impaling himself on Nathan’s dick, loving the look of surprise on his older brother’s face.

“Fuck, Pete, what you trying to do to me here?” Nathan moans, lifting his hips off the bed to try and pick up the pace a little. He sits up and draws the younger man into a kiss as Peter continues to grind his hips against Nathan’s. Nathan feels his balls tighten as his grip on Peter does the same and immediately after, he comes with a groan of pure relief.

They remain entwined together, chests slick with sweat and come, Nathan still buried inside Peter. As their breathing begins to stabilise, Nathan kisses his brother gently on the cheek before helping him off and climbing out of bed.

Peter should know better than to think they’d stay in bed cuddling. Not that he’s one for that kind of thing, but it’s still a disappointment when Nathan is always so eager to leave. “I guess that’s it ‘til next time then.” He mutters quietly, hint of bitterness in his voice.

Nathan picks up on it and gives him a patient smile. “That was perfect, don’t spoil it. You know I’ll be back soon enough.”

Peter looks down at the bed, playing with the messed up sheets idly. “Soon?”

“Soon.” Nathan promises, leaning over the bed for one last kiss before grabbing his clothes. “Gonna grab a shower and get moving. I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”

Peter isn’t listening anymore. Nathan’s gone back into work mode and will probably stay that way for at least another week or so. Then, out of the blue, he’ll appear at Peter’s door with that expression and the cycle will repeat itself. Wearily, Peter wonders why he lets himself get so worked up over this. But deep down he knows, his desperate need for Nathan’s love and approval has no limits. And that’s never going to change.


End.