A Gift Between Brothers

Title: A Gift Between Brothers

Author: Henrika (henrika_amanda on Livejournal)

Fandom: Heroes

Pairing: Nathan/Peter

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes. No rights, no income.

Summary: It’s Peter’s nineteenth birthday and he wants a very special gift from Nathan.

Warnings: This story contains consensual incest between siblings. If the idea offends you, hit the back button now.

A/N: This story is a stand-alone prequel to mine and pilar_sama’s series Family Emergency. You needn’t have read Family Emergency to understand this one, though.

Part 1

Nathan heard the padding footsteps outside his bedroom but refused to acknowledge them until Peter pushed the door open and entered. Even then, a few seconds passed before he turned his gaze up from the journal he was reading to greet his nightly visitor.

“I thought we already said goodnight,” Nathan remarked dryly.

“You did,” his little brother replied. “I have… more to say.”

The lawyer snorted. He already had a pretty good idea what it was, but to annoy Peter, he chose to play oblivious. Just recently turned nineteen, the boy had yet to lose the pouty appearance of a frustrated teenager. It had been his birthday yesterday, and as expected, their parents had arranged a party despite Peter’s intense dislike for public gatherings. As expected, the kid had been absent much of the time, and as usual, Nathan became the centre of everyone’s attention, entertaining the guests, making sure everything went smoothly. Due to it being past midnight and some consumed alcohol, Nathan had chosen to spend the night in his old bedroom instead of driving back to his apartment under the influence.

Peter shrugged off the robe he was wearing, and underneath, he was naked. Nathan made sure his face didn’t as much as twitch when he glanced at his brother again. The kid was skinny, hairless… looking younger than he was, and this was one reason why Nathan still sometimes felt a stab of guilt for doing the things he did to Peter – with Peter. His brother wasn’t even an adult yet.

“You promised, Nathan,” Peter said imploringly, edging closer to the bed. His cock was already half-hard, pink and glistening against the rest of his milk-white skin.

“What are you talking about?”

“A year ago. You said that if I still wanted it in a year, you’d do it. It’s been a year, and I still want it, more than anything.” There was a soft thump when Peter’s slight weight hit the mattress and the boy started crawling toward his brother, his movements deliberately provocative and lecherous.

Nathan put the journal away. It was one of their father’s, not too interesting. He’d much rather rest his eyes on his brother, despite not wanting to admit it. “Peter… I really don’t think this is the time…”

“I think it’s a perfect time,” Peter interrupted, his body now physically touching Nathan’s, skin to skin. “You said you’d do it. You promised!”

The older Petrelli rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers; it was a gesture frequently used during arguments and something Nathan did like a perfect replica of their father.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said even though convinced that it would not convince Peter. His baby brother had been hung up on the subject for over two years, and he was technically of legal age now; something he would not be slow to point out.

“Then don’t hurt me,” Peter said simply. “Do it gently. You can be gentle, Nathan. I know you can. I just want you to fuck me!”

Before Nathan could object further and get into all the other reasons why they shouldn’t have penetrative sex, Peter pulled back the bedcovers from his brother’s body, quickly followed by the front of Nathan’s boxers, and then Peter’s sweet rosebud mouth was on his dick, the mere sight of it causing arousal to spread through Nathan like wildfire. His member quickly swelled to full hardness in his little brother’s mouth, and Peter welcomed it, sucking greedily though by all rights it should be choking him. However, the kid had had plenty of practice in this department. Peter had been sucking him off since he was seventeen.

Peter stopped just as abruptly as he’d begun, pulling away from his flustered brother with a teasing grin. “That was just to ‘ignite your fire’, big brother,” the teenager explained. “So, you gonna fuck me now?”

“No.”

“Fuck you, then!” Peter gave his brother’s saliva-coated erection a firm snap with his finger, and immediately Nathan emitted a growl from both pain and anger.

“You little shit!” The older man lunged from his seated position, grabbing Peter and forcefully wrestling him against the mattress. The boy offered some weak resistance at first, but the smug expression on his visage told Nathan that he didn’t at all mind being manhandled by his older brother.

“That fucking hurt, Peter!”

“That was the idea. I’m sorry, but if it’s the only way to get your attention…”

Nathan did not let go of Peter’s wrists, feeling the rapid beat of the boy’s pulse against his fingertips. Unless he loosened his hold, Peter’s skin would be raw and bruised tomorrow, but at the moment he just didn’t care.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Nathan said.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” Peter shot back. Despite the discomfort of being bodily held down, the kid had not lost his erection, which poked Nathan’s stomach. “I want your dick up my ass. What’s not to understand about that?”

Nathan sighed. “Have you ever done it before?” he asked.

Peter rolled his eyes. “No, you moron! I’ve been saving myself for you, as if you didn’t know!”

“I suppose I should feel honoured.”

“Damn right you should! Nathan, please? It’s my birthday. Aren’t I supposed to get the one thing I want most on my birthday?”

Nathan lowered his face to Peter’s, gazed into his baby brother’s large, wide-open eyes, and finally pressed a gentle kiss to the pale, slightly creased forehead. Peter’s hair had always been a shade darker than Nathan’s, while his alabaster skin made a sharp contrast to his brother’s dark olive one. All this only worked in favour of enhancing the boy’s striking beauty. Supposedly, Nathan realized, he should indeed feel honoured that Peter had let no one else touch him yet, as there were probably quite a few volunteers up for the task.

“Peter… what if something goes wrong? What if you’re torn open, start bleeding”—

“I won’t,” Peter argued, squirming beneath his brother’s much greater weight. “Besides, you’ve already fucked me with your fingers.”

“That’s not the same,” Nathan stated at once.

“No, because the real thing would feel much better. Can’t we at least try? We can always stop if it doesn’t… go well.”

“Peter…” Nathan was out of arguments, and they both knew it. He also knew that bringing up the whole “it’s wrong because we’re brothers” argument would be totally wasted on Peter, since they had crossed the line a long time ago in either case, and supposedly it was no more – or less – immoral to have his teenage little brother suck his cock rather than ramming it up his ass.

Peter seemed to know exactly what Nathan was thinking. Sometimes it was scary how well the boy could read him.

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Nate,” he said. “It can’t be “more wrong” to fuck than do all the other things we’ve done.”

“No,” the lawyer admitted. “It’s not.” He let go of Peter’s wrists and eased his weight off his brother. For a few moments they just sat opposite each other in the bed and looked one another over. There was also the age-difference to consider; Peter was just recently turned nineteen and Nathan was thirty-two, which did not exactly make the older man feel less guilty about the whole thing. Should anyone find out, he would no doubt be considered the predator and probably faced a long sentence in jail.

Peter’s small, long-fingered hands played with a crease in the bed sheet. “You’re not taking advantage of me. I really want this,” he said quietly.

“For Christ’s sake, Peter… I don’t even have any real lube with me…!”

“No problem, I’ve got it!” Peter leapt off the bed and returned five seconds later with a brand new bottle of lubricant in his hand, retrieved from his robe pocket.

Nathan groaned. “Oh my God, you planned this?”

The boy nodded, grinning. “You’re running out of reasons to say no, Nathan,” he said.

Admitting defeat, the older brother nodded. He’d been trying to tell himself that the risks outweighed his desire and any pleasure derived from such an act, but damn it all… He wanted it, too. Unbeknownst to anybody, Nathan had come many times imagining what it would be like to sink into Peter’s body, thrust into him and make his brother shudder and cry out his name. Here Peter was, literally offering himself on a silver plate. The kid would not give up, and they both knew it. Even if he said no this time, even Nathan would not have the strength or resolve to deny his urges forever.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll find someone else who will,” Peter said, and what was what finally settled it. An intense, overwhelming bout of jealousy coursed through Nathan, clouding his judgement like crude oil. No one else would touch his brother; no one.

“Fine, you little brat,” he growled, proceeding to lower his boxers and throwing the garment away. “I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you.”

Peter’s naturally pink, crooked mouth became a childish grin that took up most of his lower face. The following second the very same mouth was covering Nathan’s own face with big, wet, sloppy kisses.

“I love you, Nate. I really love you!” Peter declared, once again having reverted to his juvenile hero worship of his big brother.

Nathan embraced the slender body back but did not return the words thrown at him. He did love Peter, maybe even too much for his own good, and what he was about to do to his own kin frightened him. If he hurt Peter, he might never be able to face his own reflection again.

“So, do I like, lie on my back, or…?”

“No, get on all fours,” Nathan instructed. “That’s the easiest position to begin with.”

“But I want to see your face!” Peter objected, the familiar pout already emerging.

“And I want to see what I’m doing. It’s either this or not at all.”

Grumbling something about big brothers and control freaks, Peter got onto his knees and elbows, spreading his thighs and presenting Nathan with a good view of his backside. His entire body was practically tingling with arousal and excitement, but not being able to see Nathan deprived some of the lust.

The lawyer smeared lube over two of his fingers, his gaze fixed to the small but firm and perfectly shaped behind offered to him. Peter’s anus was a tiny, pink pucker of flesh, and fitting something the size of Nathan’s cock in there currently seemed like an impossibility. However, he knew from personal experience that the human body could be pretty damned flexible…

Peter groaned wantonly already at the entry of the first finger, the sound coursing straight to Nathan’s cock and making it twitch. Holy fuck, the kid was really tight. He’d probably been truthful about never having had anything but his brother’s fingers up here before. Already Nathan suspected that there would be some pain involved in this act.

Adding a second finger and hearing another moan escape Peter, not entirely derived from pleasure this time, he asked, “Have you got any idea what backdoor action feels like?”

“Yeah, I… Ohhhh! I’ve tried it… myself, w-with objects…”

Nathan chuckled amusedly. “Objects, you say?”

“Y-yeah, like a carrot, and… the handle of a dish brush… stuff like that.”

“Oh my… I hope you didn’t stick that carrot back into mom’s fridge after you were done with it?”

“Of course not, you dumbass! H-how many fingers is that now?”

“Just two. Does it hurt?”

“No, I’m fine…” Peter said breathily, even attempting to push back against the digits buried inside of him. Truth was it did hurt a little, although he was afraid to mention such, fearing Nathan might stop if he found out.

“Alright then, now it’s three.” When the third finger was added, Peter failed to hold back a pained whimper. Nathan’s other hand, the one not busy stretching his hole, came to rest on the small of his back and rubbed tenderly.

“I can stop, sweetie. I can tell it’s hurting you.”

“No!” Peter snapped reflexively. “I can do it! Just give me... ahh… a minute to get used to it.”

Nathan obliged, keeping his fingers where they were, trying to stretch his brother’s snug inner walls. Peter, now with his head resting on his forearms, gave a silent, libidinous moan, and it seemed his body was indeed adapting. Nathan was able to move all three fingers in and out of him without his orifice trying to force the intruders out. This was probably as ready as he’d get.

As if to remind him, Peter spoke up, “We agreed on more than your fingers, Nathan.”

“I haven’t forgotten. Do you think you’re ready to take me?” the older brother asked.

“One way to find out. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Nathan failed to suppress the urge to slap the ass in front of him, leaving a red mark on Peter’s pale skin. “If you start up with me, I’ll leave you there with your ass in the air,” he teased in a mock-stern voice.

“Ohhh…” Peter snickered back. “Are you gonna punish me, big brother? Spank me, perhaps…?”

“You’d like that?” Nathan asked, intrigued. While Peter had a clear preference for being submissive, he had never before hinted that he might be into spanking or anything BDSM-related. Nathan was not sure whether he liked the idea or not.

“Maybe, but not now. I just want you to stick your cock in my ass. Could you please do that?”

“Begging nicely for once, are you?” Squeezing out some more lubricant, Nathan thoroughly coated his erection until the entire length was dripping with the clear fluid.

Dripping onto the sheets. Shit. Too late he realized that putting a towel underneath their bodies might have been a good idea. Oh well, supposedly the lube could also be used for just jerking off and not necessarily sodomy with his younger brother. Hopefully the Petrelli family’s housekeeper would not even recognize it as sexual lubricant and assume she dealt with a simple spilled drink... or something. One could always hope.

“Alright… you ready? Last chance to say no, Pete,” Nathan said, spreading the halves of his brother’s ass and positioning his erection at the small but now stretched hole.

“Just do it already…” Peter muttered, gazing at Nathan over his shoulder. His bangs fell forth, covering his right eye, but the message was still more than obvious in the left one that remained visible. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”

//May God forgive me…//

He pressed forward, one millimetre at a time, watching in both fascination and dread as his thick, bulbous cockhead slipped past the ring of muscle guarding Peter’s most intimate body entrance. A shiver passed through the boy’s frame, and Nathan could hear his brother grit his teeth despite Peter’s noble attempts to hide it. His breathing had also accelerated, and the older man couldn’t help but wonder how fast his heart was beating inside that small ribcage.

Nathan considered pulling out and quitting the attempts altogether. No matter how tempting the snug, gripping heat felt, he could not watch his baby brother quiver with pain the whole time. He just couldn’t. It broke his heart.

“Peter… We can’t do this…”

“The fuck we can’t!” the kid bellowed back, once again turning to look at Nathan. Now his face was red and small drops of sweat clung to his hairline. “Don’t you dare stop now! I can do it!”

“Peter, you’re in pain! I’m hurting you.”

“It’ll pass! It’s supposed to be like this the first time.”

Gripping the slender hips, Nathan pushed in another half an inch. Lack of lube was not the problem; both his dick and Peter’s ass had been thoroughly prepared. His cock was just too damned… big. Even with certain women there were difficulties sometimes, and a young boy’s body was even worse equipped to handle such an intrusion than a woman’s.

Peter, eyes closed, rested his face against the soft fabric of Nathan’s pillow and waited for the worst pain to subside. He had to relax more, will his ass to stop clenching around Nathan’s cock. Nathan’s cock was finally inside him. Peter grinned dumbly into the pillow, thinking that no pain in the world could make him stop now, not when he was finally getting what he’d dreamed of for so long.

“Peter? How are you doing, sweetie?”

Nathan’s tone was concerned, and Peter couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty. His brother loved him and seeing him in pain – even though it was Peter’s own choice – must be hell for the older man.

“I’m great, thanks…” Peter replied, trying to make his voice steady. “Keep going.”

Nathan’s broad hands started making small circles on Peter’s back and buttocks, and the boy wasn’t sure if his brother was trying to soothe him or himself. Either way, the touch felt reassuring, and Peter soon noticed that the pain had lessened considerably. Behind him, Nathan breathed heavily, as well, and Peter could tell by the sounds that it meant his brother was trying to control his lust.

“H-how much?”

“Half, maybe a bit less,” Nathan replied through clenched teeth. The impossibly tight passage had loosened somewhat and no longer threatened to strangle his cock, but his brother’s ass still felt very… virginal. Reaching in under Peter’s stomach, he found out that the boy had not lost his hard-on despite the discomfort he was in. The cock in Nathan’s hand was rock-hard and pulsating, pre-come dribbling from the slit. Peter shuddered when his member was gripped and unexpectedly jerked his hips, causing the erection embedded inside him to move.

A hiss of pain sounded from his baby brother, and Nathan’s heart was once again pierced by a thorn of guilt. Knowing that the question whether he should stop was superfluous, he did not ask it and simply waited for Peter to take the initiative.

“Okay… I think you can move now…” the kid finally panted, his face beet-red. Whether it was due to arousal or pain – or perhaps both – Nathan did not know.

“Are you still hurting?”

“A little, but I’ll manage. C’mon, Nathan…” Peter reached back with one hand, grasping his brother’s hip, and Nathan complied, delivering his first careful thrust into the smaller body, set on not going too hard or deep. Two thirds of his length was more than enough, no matter what Peter claimed he could handle.

A rhythm was soon established, awkward though it was, and Nathan had to focus hard to resist the urge to bury himself balls-deep in Peter. Rivulets of sweat were streaming down his back and chest, and a few small drops fell from his face, landing on Peter’s own damp, sweat-coated skin.

It suddenly crossed the lawyer’s mind that they’d have to air out the room before letting anybody else in, or it would not be difficult to guess what had been going on in there. The atmosphere practically reeked of musk, sweat, and other scents easily associated with sex.

“Ahh… Nathan… I’m gonna…!” Immediately followed by the words, Peter came without any manual stimulation whatsoever, his come staining the sheets below him and his own chest. The last of his remaining strength quickly left him, and Peter now only remained on his knees thanks to Nathan.

Noticing the boy going boneless, Nathan pulled out and flipped his brother over, ignoring the surprised, almost shocked cry from Peter when the physical connection between them was abruptly broken. Peter was just about to voice a protest when Nathan resumed his position between the boy’s legs and pushed his knees up and apart, entering him again effortlessly.

A raw yet sensual moan replaced the shout lodged in Peter’s throat, and for the short moment his entire existence consisted of being filled by his brother, an overwhelming sensation of wholeness that he had not experienced before in his life. Peter briefly considered pinching himself to make sure this was not simply one of many dreams he’d had of Nathan ravishing him.

“Hey, come on, kid. Open your eyes!” Nathan’s teasing request drew Peter from his reverie, and he obeyed his brother, gazing up at the face now hovering above his.

“You wanted to see me, and here I am,” the older man said as he resumed his gentle thrusting. “Are you gonna look at me now?”

Peter only nodded and kept his eyes firmly riveted to the handsome, square-jawed visage of his brother, an epitome of male beauty and the person he loved most in the world. Peter realized that he did not want to share Nathan with anyone else, ever.

“Can I come in you, baby?”

Those six words spoken in whispered passion by his brother caused another stirring in Peter’s loins, and his internal muscles instinctively clenched around Nathan as his member engorged once more, less than two minutes after a climax that had rendered him boneless and spent in his brother’s arms.

“Yeah, Nate…” Peter gasped in between the thrusts. “Come in me… I’d like that.”

“Jeeze, Pete. I wish I had your stamina,” Nathan said with a smirk when noticing his brother’s budding new erection. “I miss being nineteen!” He took the bright pink, almost glowing organ in his fist and started pumping it, while his hips continued their own rocking movements into Peter’s body. It would not be long now, and his body unconsciously sped up to enhance the experience.

Peter experienced a few indistinct notions of pain mixing with the pleasure when Nathan entered the final stage before orgasm and started going both deeper and faster. He could also feel the slap of Nathan’s balls against his ass, realizing it meant that his brother’s entire length was going into him. The thought was arousing as well as a bit frightening. The lawyer was quite literally hung like a horse.

Peter cupped his own smaller hand over that of his brother, wanting to imagine that he was guiding Nathan’s movements, while in fact he was merely being allowed to be a passive spectator. The older man was all about power, and Peter knew that being controlled in any way was out of question for Nathan.

Toward the end, Peter’s gasping moans and grunts became a steady chanting of his brother’s name, and all he could think of was getting off. Lacking the stamina to last very long and not caring either way, Peter came hard a second time within fifteen minutes. Nathan’s hand literally milked him dry and did not stop until the boy’s cock was soft and spent and his come lay splattered in pools on his abdomen and chest.

Nathan himself followed suit, his balls hard and aching by the time he shot his load into Peter, filling his brother’s insides with sticky release. With no latex between them, he was positive that Peter could feel it, as well. At most times the boy did not even need a physical connection between them to share his older brother’s feelings.

The strength in Nathan’s arm temporarily waned, and he collapsed heavily onto Peter, panting against his little brother’s sweat-slick neck, his softening cock still embedded in Peter’s damp heat. He had not come this hard since he was a teen, and therefore his body needed time to recover.

“Nathan…” Peter’s hand rubbed at his big brother’s muscular shoulders. “Nathan, I love you, but you’re choking me…”

“Oh… Oh god, sorry…” The older man rolled onto his back, pulling out with a wet sound. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm and spent a few seconds just staring at the ceiling. He had fucked Peter. He’d fucked his baby brother, and it had been the best sex of his life.

Nathan was drawn out of his musings by Peter climbing atop of him, rubbing his lithe, sex-slack body against his brother’s and finally leaning in for a kiss. However, the moment Peter’s breath came in contact with his face, Nathan turned his head away.

“Peter, you haven’t brushed your teeth, have you?”

“Why?” The boy sounded a trifle hurt.

“Because your breath smells like sewer,” the lawyer replied frankly, catching Peter’s hand before it could whack him over the head. With one hand unfit for use, Peter tried to use his other one for the same task, and the struggle soon progressed into wrestling, which Nathan won without exertion on his part. Having forced Peter down against the mattress, he wedged his hands into the kid’s armpits and started tickling him mercilessly.

“No! NO tickling! Please stop!” Peter screamed in between fits of nearly hysterical laughter. He delivered open-palmed slaps anywhere he could reach on Nathan’s body, but his brother was too big and strong too be budged, and all he could do was beg for mercy.

Peter continued to emit muffled cries even when Nathan’s large hand clamped over his mouth. “Shhh, you’ll wake mom and dad!” he hissed, making Peter promise he would remain silent before removing his hand.

“Oh god, Nathan…” Peter’s ribcage rose and fell at a fast rate, and the beat of his pulse was visible on his neck. “That was… that was wonderful…”

Nathan raised an eyebrow in mock-surprise. “I didn’t figure you’d ever like being tickled.”

“No that, dumbass! I meant you fucking me. And don’t you dare pretend it didn’t happen,” Peter warned, punching his brother’s bicep. “We fucked, and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Is that so?” They lay on their sides opposite each other in the now rather muddled bed, only inches apart. Nathan reached out, tracing one hand over Peter’s side and hip, marvelling at the soft texture of his brother’s skin.

Suddenly Peter went into a loud giggling fit. “Nathan… you’ve got cum in your chesthair!” he pointed out, giggling like a pre-schooler. And indeed, the creamy white substance adhering to his brother’s chest could be nothing but semen.

“Oh, damn it…” Nathan muttered, realizing right away that he probably needed a shower. Taking one in the middle of the night was out of question, though, as it would no doubt wake their parents and draw attention to what they’d been doing. A washcloth would have to do.

“It’s your cum, kiddo. Mine’s still inside you.”

“Oh yeah… I can feel it dripping out of me, though…” Peter grinned mischievously and rubbed his bottom against the sheets, intending to create wet spots on it.

“Brat!” Nathan swatted at his brother’s head, but Peter dodged it this time, still giggling. He was very pleased that things didn’t seem to be weird between them, as it had after the first time they did something sexual together. Nathan had refused to talk to him for a whole week, and Peter had spent the time crying and fearing that he’d lost his beloved big brother forever.

“I’ll get us something to get cleaned off with,” Nathan announced and leapt off the bed, still in the nude, and went into the adjoining bathroom. He returned a minute later with three washcloths; one for Peter, one for himself, and one to be placed on the bedside table.

The boy watched Nathan as the lawyer wiped his front and then his crotch. His cock, big despite soft, flopped in all kinds of funny angles, and Peter snickered again.

“Could you… could you wash me, Nate?” he asked almost shyly, wanting to feel those strong, gorgeous hands on him again. Nathan touched him all the time, but he didn’t touch Peter intimately nearly as often as the boy wished.

Nathan gave a short, sarcastic bark of laughter. “I thought you were old enough to bathe yourself, buddy,” he said.

Peter leaned back against the pillows, making his doe’s eyes as big and innocent as possible, silently pleading. It usually worked every time. To add some more flavour to the plea, he proceeded to lick his own come from his fingers, secretly hoping that he could make Nathan hard once more simply from watching him. Obviously the older man had had enough for one night, because he stayed flaccid.

“Oh, alright, Pete…” Nathan muttered with and eyeroll. “Lie back.”

“I am lying back…”

The body wash was over far too quickly for Peter’s liking, and he considered protesting when Nathan threw the washcloth away and reached for the third one. This time Nathan was the one grinning mischievously as he motioned to Peter to turn onto his belly.

“I have to wash your little ass, too,” he explained. “Can’t have you dribbling come all over my sheets, can I?”

Peter obeyed and eagerly presented his behind to Nathan, as though his brother was about to fuck him again. Thick fingers gently spread the halves of his rump, and soon he could feel the soothing sensation of a cool, damp washcloth dabbing near his orifice. The area still throbbed rather painfully in time with his heart beats, and when Nathan finally brushed his hole, he couldn’t help but wince from the pain.

“Peter…” The older man placed his hand on the small of Peter’s back and rubbed reassuringly. His brother was in pain; he could see it and it concerned him. “Baby… Did I hurt you?”

Peter shook his head immediately. “No, I’m fine, Nathan.”

“But you’re sore, aren’t you?”

“Just a little…” the boy confessed. “But it’s nothing, I’m great. You were great.”

Nathan spread Peter’s buttocks further to have a better look; his brother’s anus was pink and slightly swollen, but at least there wasn’t any bleeding. He suspected that Peter would have to walk bow-legged for a day or two.

Throwing the washcloth away, Nathan lay down and enveloped his little brother’s slender frame in his arms, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Sorry for what?” Peter asked, frowning.

“For hurting you, baby. You’re so delicate.” He took Peter’s hand in his own and watched it nearly disappear into the confines of his closed fist. Yes, Peter was delicate; frail even. Since the day he was born into this world, Nathan had vowed to take care of him, and seeing Peter in any kind of pain made him distressed.

“Don’t be sorry, Nathan,” Peter insisted, their faces still touching. “The only thing you should apologize for is not fucking me sooner.”

“Peter…”

“And I’m not delicate,” Peter continued. “You could fuck me a lot rougher than you did tonight, and I still wouldn’t break.”

Nathan decided to ignore the statement and asked instead, “How does it feel down there now?”

“It stings a little when I move, but it was definitely worth it,” Peter replied. “Why?”

“So it stings, huh…? I might have something that helps.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “And what would that be?”

The lawyer grinned. “I’ll be right back.”

Peter watched with budding curiosity as his older brother poked around in his briefcase and returned to the bed carrying a tube of what Peter first identified as lubricant.

“I already have lube,” he said, scooting over to make room for Nathan to settle in.

“This isn’t lube, little buddy. Have a look.”

Peter’s jaw went slack when he read the label on the tube. “Preparation H?”

Nathan actually blushed. “Yeah… I get constipated sometimes, and if that happens, I get hemorrhoids. Anyway, that stuff really helps. Takes the itch away…”

Peter had to fight back laughter. His big brother had hemorrhoids? It sometimes shocked him that there were things he didn’t yet know about Nathan no matter how close they were.

“Never figured that kind of stuff happened to you…” he murmured, still half-giggling.

Nathan rolled his eyes, cheeks still flushed. “I’m only human, Peter. Hate to break the news to you, but it’s true.”

“Nonsense, you’re not human,” Peter replied with his usual wry, crooked grin. “You’re a god. A sex god. And I have you all to myself…”

Another eyeroll. “You want some of the ointment or not?” Nathan wanted to sound stern, but it was difficult considering a smile was tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“Sure. You’re gonna have to help me, though. I can’t see anything down there myself.” Peter settled on his back, spreading his legs wide in an obscene way that left no room for interpretation. Strangely enough, there were no objections from Nathan. The older man simply squeezed out some of the tube’s contents onto his index finger and gently inserted it into his brother’s anus. There was a sharp intake of breath from Peter, and his sphincter clenched reflexively around the probing digit.

“Schh… baby, relax…” Nathan whispered, using his other hand to gently touch the boy’s groin and inner thighs. He cupped Peter’s nearly hairless ballsac and rolled the testes inside it like marbles. There was a subdued mewl from his baby brother, and Nathan was able to finish the application without causing the boy any further pain – or so he believed. Good thing Peter was so incredibly responsive to touch; his touch. And by God, Nathan loved touching the kid, too. Peter had become like a drug to his older brother. Nathan didn’t seem able to get enough of him. Even though the lawyer had adamantly told himself that he still preferred women, no one could make him as horny as his younger brother. Anything else would be a lie.

Peter wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and started placing butterfly kisses on Nathan’s very distinct square jaw, which he never got tired of looking at. “Can we cuddle now?” he asked pleadingly. “I just want to be with you and do nothing. Can we do that?”

Lying in Nathan’s arms after sex was to Peter almost as wonderful as the sex itself. He loved being near his brother, joined bodily and spiritually, and listen to the strong beats of Nathan’s heart inside his ribcage. After a while of being joined, they usually fell into the same rhythm, hearts and lungs working in unison.

Nathan gave no spoken reply but simply smiled indulgently and pulled Peter down to the sheets with him. In an instant their legs were entangled and Peter’s head was on his shoulder, the boy’s warm breath caressing his neck.

“I’m so glad you stayed the night…” Peter murmured, slender fingers – as usual – playing with the hair on his brother’s chest. He had none of his own and didn’t figure he ever would, either.

“So am I, Pete,” the lawyer replied truthfully. “We had a great time, you and I.”

“Just ‘great’?” Peter asked with a disappointed frown.

Nathan replied with an eyeroll. “Alright, I haven’t come this hard since I was your age. Happy?”

“Wow… is it true?” Peter asked, wide-eyed and incredulous.

“Of course it’s not true! I just said what I thought you wanted to hear, you needy little brat.”

“Bastard!” Peter jerked out one of Nathan’s chest hairs with the root, and immediately a stream of curses from the lawyer followed.

“You little shit, that really hurt! Why the hell did you do that?” Nathan growled, rubbing the spot where the now missing hair had been attached to.

“You always make fun of me…” Peter muttered back.

“Big brother’s privilege. That’s something you’re just gonna have to deal with, Pete.”

“You’re not… just my big brother anymore,” the boy argued. “You’re more than that.”

“Peter…”

“At least try to respect me when we’re making love. Can you do that much, Nathan?”

“Alright, buddy, I’m sorry,” Nathan admitted, mostly because he was too tired to deal with an argument at this hour. The day Peter moved on from his ‘grumpy adolescent’ phase was the day he would breathe a sigh of relief.

“If you want the truth, I loved what we did, but you’re still my brother, and that kind of… complicates things.”

“Only if you let it,” Peter replied. “As long as no one finds out, we’re cool.”

“We’re taking risks no matter how careful we try to be. Mom and Dad are just down the hall, and my door is not even locked.”

“They’d never come in without knocking first. Sure, they do that to me all the time, but not to you.”

“That doesn’t mean they still wouldn’t hear things, Peter.”

“Whatever… You can always say you were jerking off. You do jerk off, don’t you, Nathan?”

The older man rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, Peter! That’s hardly something I discuss with my parents. Or you, for that matter.”

Peter’s mouth curved into a wry grin. “Do you think about me when you do?”

“You seriously need help, do you know that?”

“Maybe, but at least I’m free to admit it.” One of the boy’s hands gripped Nathan’s soft cock and experimentally squeezed it.

“Touch it all you want, but it’s not going to get hard again tonight,” Nathan stated, accepting the contact but not responding to it.

“Hmmm…” Peter scrutinized the organ in his hold, realizing how big it looked in his hand despite being flaccid. The touch became inquisitive rather than provocative, and suddenly Peter was not a sexual being, merely a kid curious about his big brother’s privates.

Nathan was circumcised, of course, like himself, and Peter could discern an area of skin with lighter colour just below the glans, like a ribbon tied around the penis. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that was where the foreskin had once been.

“Why do you think our parents had us cut, Nathan?” he asked. It was a rhetorical question and Peter didn’t expect Nathan to know the answer to it.

“Health reasons, I suppose,” the older man said with a shrug. “I never asked.”

In truth, Peter had sometimes wondered what it would be like to play with an uncut cock, but that was something he was not too keen on sharing with Nathan. His big brother already had jealousy issues and would surely interpret Peter’s curiosity as a desire to live out his fantasy in real life.

He proceeded to feel the slightly rough, veined texture of Nathan’s shaft with the sensitive pad of his thumb; his big brother’s cock was very different from his in that aspect. When erect, Peter’s own felt like steel covered in a thin membrane of silk.

An amused chuckle suddenly sounded from his brother. “You really like my dick, don’t you, Peter?” he teased.

Peter snorted. “If you’re fishing for compliments, you’re not getting any.”

“Just making an observation,” Nathan replied coolly. “You can’t seem to keep your eyes or hands off of it.”

“Well, it’s… big,” the boy finally said in lack of better words to describe his brother’s penis. “And it’s yours. Of course I love it.”

Nathan playfully tugged on Peter’s left ear. “Little scamp.”

“You love me too, don’t you?” The younger brother straddled his older sibling and leaned down to nibble on Nathan’s lips.

“Yeah, Pete. I love you. But we really should sleep now.”

“Can I sleep here with you?” Peter immediately asked, eyes full of hope and excitement.

Nathan knew what he should do, and that was simply tell Peter to return to his own room, but as always, it was very difficult for him to deny his little brother anything. Peter really had him wrapped several turns around his little finger.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a sigh. “But if you kick in bed, I’ll kick you out. Got it?”

“Nathan, I’m not five!” Peter objected. “I stopped kicking years ago.”

“How can you know what you do in your sleep?” the older brother countered. “You’re a restless sleeper. Always have been. And besides you’re a mattress hog.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed and a thick wrinkle formed between his pitch-black brows. “Fine!” he snapped, tired of his brother’s barbs. “I’ll go sleep in my own room if I’m really such a menace!”

Peter was half-way out of bed when Nathan’s hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist, jerking him back into the older man’s arms.

“Hey, little guy,” Nathan cooed, nuzzling his still irate baby brother’s face. “I was just screwing with you. You’re so fun to tease…”

Peter tried very hard to remain pissed, but Nathan’s grin was infectious and soon he was flashing a dumb, broad smile of his own. “If you hold me, maybe I won’t be so restless,” Peter said.

Nathan looked deep in his little brother’s big, warm chocolate eyes and brushed a broad thumb over the boy’s droopy lower lip; the one imperfection marring an otherwise immaculately beautiful face. To Nathan it only enhanced Peter’s beauty.

“I’d love to hold you,” he said.

The two brothers settled onto the mattress, Peter’s back to Nathan’s belly, and Nathan pulled the covers over them both. During this time of the year bodily contact would not be enough to keep them warm. Peter let out a contented sigh when his big brother’s arm wrapped securely around his waist and he was pulled flush against Nathan’s toned physique. It wasn’t the first time they slept together with nothing but skin between them, although to Peter the memory of their recent activities made it seem even more intimate than previously.

“G’night, little buddy,” Nathan whispered and pressed a kiss to the boy’s neck. Under the covers Peter placed his hand atop Nathan’s and interlaced their fingers.

“Goodnight… I love you…” Peter murmured in reply, sounding as though he was already half-asleep.

“Love you too.”

Minutes passed, and Nathan could feel himself drifting into a slumber when Peter’s voice suddenly spoke up.

“I wouldn’t have done it, you know. It was just something I said.”

“What…?” the lawyer slurred, his mind objecting to being pulled back into wakefulness.

“When I said I’d find someone else unless you did it. I lied.”

“I know,” Nathan said, and oddly enough, it felt like he’d known all along.

TBC...