Some Commentfics - Vol 1 Peter and Nathan
#1
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Crack "Do you have PMT or something?"
Rating : M
#2
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Bittersweet
Rating : M
#3
Prompt : Peter/Nathan "Angels Would Fall" by Melissa Etheridge
Rating : NC17
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1#
Peter heard the door slam and the rustle of material and knew what was going to happen. He turned to watch his bedroom door and sure enough Nathan came storming through it, cheeks pink, jacket and tie gone, shirt buttons popping one by one. As his brother half-collided with him and took his face in his hands, kissing him deep, Peter sighed inwardly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Take off your clothes and lay down, I have like thirty minutes.” Nathan turned away from him and started to undress methodically, folding rather than throwing because of the meeting which was getting closer by the minute. When he was naked he turned back to Peter and sighed in frustration to see he was still dressed. “Pete, what the hell?”
Peter just folded his arms and looked at the floor. “Oh hi Peter, nice to see you, how have you been? You treat me like a mistress, or a whore, one or the other.”
Nathan sauntered up to him, circling his hands round Peter’s waist and nuzzling into his neck. “Come on baby, I’m sorry. It’s just that I want you so bad that I get crazy. You’re not a whore, you’re my beautiful Peter and I love you. Come on baby.” He kissed Peter’s neck softly, grinding against him.
“You seriously think I’m falling for that? That’s one of the oldest lines in the book. And you haven’t even noticed.”
Nathan stepped back. “Noticed?”
“My hair! God Nathan!” Peter pushed him away and sat on the bed pouting. “You could have at least noticed, I only had it cut because you said you liked it like I had it when we were at the beach house and….” Peter breathed heavily as his bottom lip began to tremble.
Nathan looked on, confused. “Peter what the hell’s the matter with you? Usually you’d be on your back by now and instead you’re tearing up. Honestly, do you have PMT or something?”
Peter wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and rubbed his stomach. “I just want to cuddle instead, I don’t feel so good. Just please, come and cuddle me.”
Nathan relented, laying on Peter’s bed and patting it for him to join him. “Come on then Petra, let’s cuddle. Seriously Pete, you’re as bad as Heidi. You weren’t like this last week, what gives?”
Peter snuggled up to his brother, revelling in having his big arms around him. “Actually, I think it might be a side-effect of the power. I mean, last night I hugged Claire goodbye, and when I got back here I had crippling stomach pains and just wanted to curl up with a hot water bottle and some chocolate and watch ‘Mean Girls’. And then I cried at the part where…”
“Yeah, yeah okay. The point is you’re a girl, so just hug me until you get my power and man up.” Nathan held him tight, kissing along his jawline until he felt a tiny tingle which told him that Peter had absorbed his ability. “Better? You still wanna watch ‘Mean Girls and wear a dress?”
Peter kissed his brother on the cheek. “Well…actually…”
Nathan sighed, sitting up. “Well I have to get back to my meeting so make sure the movie’s over by the time I get back cause I’m getting blue balls.” He picked up his clothes and wandered to the bathroom, wondering if he could jerk an easy one out before he left.
Peter watched him go and waited until he heard the bathroom door close before he whispered to himself “Actually I was talking about the dress.”
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#2
“You’re not peeking are you?”
Peter smiled, the blindfold was completely effective but Nathan knew he would try to cheat if he could. “I can’t see a thing, really.” He was tied to the chair but only loosely, to stop him instinctively trying to interfere with Nathan’s games.
Nathan jabbed his fingers towards Peter’s eyes fast, testing to see if he would flinch. When Peter didn’t stir Nathan was satisfied, and reached to the tray he had prepared earlier. “Okay, open.”
Peter opened his mouth obediently and felt pitted skin against his tongue. He bit down and hummed contentedly as the taste of a strawberry ran into his mouth. He chewed the strawberry and shivered as juice ran down his chin.
Nathan caught the juice as it was about to drip and licked up to Peter’s mouth, eliciting a moan. He sucked Peter’s bottom lip and smiled. Time for a step up. He took a slice of lime from the tray. “Tongue out.” He instructed.
Peter grinned, sticking out his tongue, mouth open. Nathan squeezed the lime hard and laughed as Peter grimaced and coughed at the bitterness. “Yech, that wasn’t funny.”
Next Nathan picked up the chocolate syrup, squeezing it on his fingers. “Open up Pete, I promise you’ll like this one.” He fed his fingers into Peter’s mouth, feeling himself harden as his younger brother sucked and licked them clean.
“Mmm. Nice.” Peter licked his lips. “What’s next? Sweet or bitter?”
Nathan grinned, taking the final taste test in his hand. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Peter stuck his tongue out and scrunched his forehead in confusion. “It’s kind of salty…I..” He laughed as the realisation hit him. “Oh Nathan, that’s just wrong.”
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#3
It started with Peter’s tshirt, God knows how it had ended up at his place but it was unmistakably Peter’s scent on it. Nathan held it to his face with one hand, his breaths matching the rhythm of the strokes on his aching cock as he pictured that face, that angelic face looking down at him. After a few weeks the scent wasn’t enough.
“Pete, it’s Nathan. Yeah, good. I’m good, I just thought I’d call to say hi……What are you complaining? Ha! Yeah I know….Tell me what you’ve been up to.”
As Peter rambled, Nathan slipped his hand inside his pyjama pants and started jerking. He hummed a few fill in noises, a few yeahs, a couple of laughs. He hadn’t meant to come, he just wanted to hear Peter talk and set himself up for the night, but his brother had slowed into a lazy drawl, lowering his voice into that sexy register that Nathan loved so much. When he went quiet, close to his fall, Peter said his name and he came hard into his hand.
Now as Nathan stood looking over his sleeping brother, he realised he had been setting himself up for this humiliation all along. Peter was his drug and he had been saying “Just a little more, just a little more” for months. Now he couldn’t come from Peter’s scent on a tshirt, or a photograph, or even his voice on the phone. He had to see him with his own eyes and hear him breathing, feel the warmth from his body as stood over him. He knew if Peter opened his eyes it was all over, but he couldn’t help himself. His beautiful Peter, his soft, dark hair, his wide brown eyes, his crooked smile, his ivory skin. If only he knew, if only he knew he had driven his own brother to masturbate over him as he slept. Nathan came, moaning slightly and freezing as he saw Peter shift in his sleep. He wondered how long it would be before even this wasn’t enough.
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Crack "Do you have PMT or something?"
Rating : M
#2
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Bittersweet
Rating : M
#3
Prompt : Peter/Nathan "Angels Would Fall" by Melissa Etheridge
Rating : NC17
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1#
Peter heard the door slam and the rustle of material and knew what was going to happen. He turned to watch his bedroom door and sure enough Nathan came storming through it, cheeks pink, jacket and tie gone, shirt buttons popping one by one. As his brother half-collided with him and took his face in his hands, kissing him deep, Peter sighed inwardly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Take off your clothes and lay down, I have like thirty minutes.” Nathan turned away from him and started to undress methodically, folding rather than throwing because of the meeting which was getting closer by the minute. When he was naked he turned back to Peter and sighed in frustration to see he was still dressed. “Pete, what the hell?”
Peter just folded his arms and looked at the floor. “Oh hi Peter, nice to see you, how have you been? You treat me like a mistress, or a whore, one or the other.”
Nathan sauntered up to him, circling his hands round Peter’s waist and nuzzling into his neck. “Come on baby, I’m sorry. It’s just that I want you so bad that I get crazy. You’re not a whore, you’re my beautiful Peter and I love you. Come on baby.” He kissed Peter’s neck softly, grinding against him.
“You seriously think I’m falling for that? That’s one of the oldest lines in the book. And you haven’t even noticed.”
Nathan stepped back. “Noticed?”
“My hair! God Nathan!” Peter pushed him away and sat on the bed pouting. “You could have at least noticed, I only had it cut because you said you liked it like I had it when we were at the beach house and….” Peter breathed heavily as his bottom lip began to tremble.
Nathan looked on, confused. “Peter what the hell’s the matter with you? Usually you’d be on your back by now and instead you’re tearing up. Honestly, do you have PMT or something?”
Peter wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and rubbed his stomach. “I just want to cuddle instead, I don’t feel so good. Just please, come and cuddle me.”
Nathan relented, laying on Peter’s bed and patting it for him to join him. “Come on then Petra, let’s cuddle. Seriously Pete, you’re as bad as Heidi. You weren’t like this last week, what gives?”
Peter snuggled up to his brother, revelling in having his big arms around him. “Actually, I think it might be a side-effect of the power. I mean, last night I hugged Claire goodbye, and when I got back here I had crippling stomach pains and just wanted to curl up with a hot water bottle and some chocolate and watch ‘Mean Girls’. And then I cried at the part where…”
“Yeah, yeah okay. The point is you’re a girl, so just hug me until you get my power and man up.” Nathan held him tight, kissing along his jawline until he felt a tiny tingle which told him that Peter had absorbed his ability. “Better? You still wanna watch ‘Mean Girls and wear a dress?”
Peter kissed his brother on the cheek. “Well…actually…”
Nathan sighed, sitting up. “Well I have to get back to my meeting so make sure the movie’s over by the time I get back cause I’m getting blue balls.” He picked up his clothes and wandered to the bathroom, wondering if he could jerk an easy one out before he left.
Peter watched him go and waited until he heard the bathroom door close before he whispered to himself “Actually I was talking about the dress.”
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#2
“You’re not peeking are you?”
Peter smiled, the blindfold was completely effective but Nathan knew he would try to cheat if he could. “I can’t see a thing, really.” He was tied to the chair but only loosely, to stop him instinctively trying to interfere with Nathan’s games.
Nathan jabbed his fingers towards Peter’s eyes fast, testing to see if he would flinch. When Peter didn’t stir Nathan was satisfied, and reached to the tray he had prepared earlier. “Okay, open.”
Peter opened his mouth obediently and felt pitted skin against his tongue. He bit down and hummed contentedly as the taste of a strawberry ran into his mouth. He chewed the strawberry and shivered as juice ran down his chin.
Nathan caught the juice as it was about to drip and licked up to Peter’s mouth, eliciting a moan. He sucked Peter’s bottom lip and smiled. Time for a step up. He took a slice of lime from the tray. “Tongue out.” He instructed.
Peter grinned, sticking out his tongue, mouth open. Nathan squeezed the lime hard and laughed as Peter grimaced and coughed at the bitterness. “Yech, that wasn’t funny.”
Next Nathan picked up the chocolate syrup, squeezing it on his fingers. “Open up Pete, I promise you’ll like this one.” He fed his fingers into Peter’s mouth, feeling himself harden as his younger brother sucked and licked them clean.
“Mmm. Nice.” Peter licked his lips. “What’s next? Sweet or bitter?”
Nathan grinned, taking the final taste test in his hand. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Peter stuck his tongue out and scrunched his forehead in confusion. “It’s kind of salty…I..” He laughed as the realisation hit him. “Oh Nathan, that’s just wrong.”
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#3
It started with Peter’s tshirt, God knows how it had ended up at his place but it was unmistakably Peter’s scent on it. Nathan held it to his face with one hand, his breaths matching the rhythm of the strokes on his aching cock as he pictured that face, that angelic face looking down at him. After a few weeks the scent wasn’t enough.
“Pete, it’s Nathan. Yeah, good. I’m good, I just thought I’d call to say hi……What are you complaining? Ha! Yeah I know….Tell me what you’ve been up to.”
As Peter rambled, Nathan slipped his hand inside his pyjama pants and started jerking. He hummed a few fill in noises, a few yeahs, a couple of laughs. He hadn’t meant to come, he just wanted to hear Peter talk and set himself up for the night, but his brother had slowed into a lazy drawl, lowering his voice into that sexy register that Nathan loved so much. When he went quiet, close to his fall, Peter said his name and he came hard into his hand.
Now as Nathan stood looking over his sleeping brother, he realised he had been setting himself up for this humiliation all along. Peter was his drug and he had been saying “Just a little more, just a little more” for months. Now he couldn’t come from Peter’s scent on a tshirt, or a photograph, or even his voice on the phone. He had to see him with his own eyes and hear him breathing, feel the warmth from his body as stood over him. He knew if Peter opened his eyes it was all over, but he couldn’t help himself. His beautiful Peter, his soft, dark hair, his wide brown eyes, his crooked smile, his ivory skin. If only he knew, if only he knew he had driven his own brother to masturbate over him as he slept. Nathan came, moaning slightly and freezing as he saw Peter shift in his sleep. He wondered how long it would be before even this wasn’t enough.