Fic - Knowing The Way (Twinverse) NC17
Title : Knowing The Way
Pairing : Gabriel/Peter (Twinverse)
Word count : 3456
Summary : Gabriel and Peter go a roadtrip to get some 'alone time'
Warnings : Incest
Rating : NC17
Notes : For icalynn because it's her birthday and she won me at Sweet Charity
"They made up their minds and they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going without ever knowing the way"
Fastball - The Way
Gabriel was already awake when the alarm clock beeped beneath his pillow. He quickly turned it off and got out of bed, pulling his clothes on. He'd get dressed, pack Peter's stuff, and THEN get him up, otherwise their plan to be out by 5am would be scuppered by his twin's 'five more minutes' mentality. He felt a little weird about getting dressed without showering but Peter was right, the shower was loud and it wouldn't hurt to be a little dirty when they wereroadtripping anyway. He dragged the ready-packed bags out of his cupboard and double checked them for everything they'd need. Peter had laughed at him for being so 'anal' about the packing but planning was what he was good at. Peter would thank him when he had clean underwear every day.
Peter. Gabriel shivered as he remembered the trepidation with which he had viewed this trip. He had felt Peter drifting away from him. They had been emotionally close but physically they had ground to a halt after the kissing started. Gabriel just wasn't feeling ready to take that next step but he felt Peter's frustration. It wasn't like he didn't want him, he did. The had been moving slowly but inexorably towards this point since they had started to react to each others bodies in a more than brotherly way. The problem was..Peter was...well, Peter. He was the popular one, the heart throb. Gabriel knew Peter wasn't a virgin, what if he couldn't match up? What if that first awkward moment when they tried to move on made Peter realise that he didn't want him after all? Gabriel sighed, kicking the matching holdalls.
"Changed your mind?"
Gabriel jumped as Peter grabbed him around the waist. "I was just gonna come wake you".
"Come on, get the bags and let's go,I can't wait, can you?" he bobbed up on his toes and pecked Gabriel on the cheek, tossing his keys up in the air and catching them as he left the room.
---
"Gabriel stop looking back." Peter smiled and shook his head. "They didn't see us go, it's cool". Settling his hands on his lap,
Gabriel nodded. "And if they did we'll just tell Mom and Dad they must have got it wrong. Dad hates all the house staff anyway."
"Yeah, God forbid anyone should do an honest day's work to make money". Peter's mood seemed to darken at the mention of his father so Gabriel squeezed his leg.
"Don't think about it, we're on the way on our road trip, and we're going to have an amazing time."
Peter picked up his hand and kissed it, not letting ago until he had to change gear. "We are, we're going to have the best vacation ever. Just you and me, all we need."
---
"Peter, I'm going to kill you!" Gabriel managed to get into the motel room before he exploded. "What the hell are we supposed to do now? We have to go back! Eight hours on the road and we have to go back, I can't believe you!"
Peter inclined his head, smirking. "Gabe, it's just clothes, we can buy more."
Gabriel blinked disbelievingly. "It's not just clothes, it's everything, towels, our toothbrushes!" Gabriel sighed and sat on the bed. "And how are we supposed to buy more, we don't have enough...." He stopped abruptly as Peter held up what looked like their mother's credit card. "Where did you - ?"
"She left it behind, found it on her dresser. She'll never even notice, they don't check the statements, you know that."
A spark of excitement ignited in Gabriel. He loved the idea of being on a roadtrip with Peter but the prospect of maybe losing his virginity on a flea bitten motel bed wasn't really appealing to him. Maybe they could add a touch of class to their mini rebellion. "Okay, but...not too much. We don't wanna arouse their suspicion by getting it cancelled booking into the Hyatt."
Peter smiled, advancing on Gabriel and straddling his lap as they both fell back onto the motel bed. "Arouse?"
Gabriel grinned, closing his eyes and waiting for the heat of his brother's lips on his. When it came he relaxed, knowing at that moment that he was all that was in Peter's mind. He let his hands drift over Peter's back and felt him harden against his leg. Peter loved his hands, marvelled at how they were bigger than his, loved them on his body. He knew without being told that Peter wanted those hands on his cock and squeezing his ass. He wanted to give him that. He would give Peter what he needed.
"You thinking again?" Peter whispered as he broke their kiss. "I can always tell when you're distracted."
Gabriel kissed Peter on the cheek. "I was just thinking about how this is going to be a...momentous trip for us."
Peter gave him a devilish look. "Really?"
"Oh yeah." Gabriel closed his eyes again and accepted Peter's eager kiss. Yes, he would give him what he needed.
---
"Peter, no, come on we can go to...Walmart or somewhere." Gabriel fidgeted. They had slept in their underwear, bodies entwined as they let the day's stresses drift away. This morning they both felt dirty despite the half-hearted jet from the shower. Peter had pulled off into an outlet mall, wiggling excitedly in his seat, the credit card burning a hole in his pocket.
"Gabe it's cheap here! Outlet mall!" He jogged off leaving Gabriel to look over his shoulder for the cops. These stores were not really Gabriel's scene, the colours were all so bright and the clothes were so...odd, like people wearing them wanted attention. He followed Peter, hoping to get away with something in black or grey. The thumping music as he entered was bad enough, but there were neon lights and weird...things everywhere. Parking meters, half a yellow cab. How was anyone supposed to focus in here?
"Hey cutey," Peter kissed him full on the lips and threw an arm round his shoulder.
"Peter!" Gabriel blushed crimson, gripped with panic.
"Relax honey, it's okay...Tegan here is going to help us find some stuff, she has two dads, she's cool." Peter winked and Gabriel looked at the sales assistant who smiled kindly.
"Er...okay. " God, please say she didn't know they were brothers. He let himself go limp and just nodded as Peter and Tegan pulled him this way and that. Before he knew it he was staring at a completely different person. He had skinny jeans, a little too tight across the crotch if he was honest, a bright purple sweater and a navy blazer with gold piping.Tegan had dumped some wax in his hair and had scruffed it up and now he looked like one of those hipster friends of Peter's who hung around at clubs whose names Gabriel couldn't pronounce. He looked stupid, and turned to Peter for confirmation of this. His brother was looking at him like a dog looks at a steak.
"Wow, Gabe you look..you look so good."
My God, Gabriel thought. Is he panting?
"Er, miss, I think we'll take these then..." Gabriel started to pull off his blazer but Peter stopped him.
"Wear them out." Peter nodded at him, glancing at Tegan to check that was okay. She toddled off to the cash register and Peter followed, glancing back at Gabriel as if he was worried he would get away. He gripped him around the waist, smoothing his hands over the back of Gabriel's jeans and giving him a shy smile. "You look so hot like this, you look like a model."
Gabriel blushed again, letting his head drop. "I do not."
"Yeah, you really do....." Peter kissed him softly on the cheek and went to pay while Gabriel shuffled, embarrassed.
- - -
The lobby of the Bayside hotel was clean, and bright, and full of people. Gabriel kept his head down as he watched Peter at the reception desk. There were people here who might now them, might be holidaying or on business. He'd not exactly enjoyed the motels but at least he knew that there was no-one staying there who might see the twoPetrelli twins booking into a double room and know why that was...unusual. His palms started to sweat as he looked at his fellow guests. His paranoid brain was telling him that every fake tanned fifty-something was his mother's tennis partner, or his father's golf buddy. He breathed a sigh of relief as Peter returned, waving him towards the elevators. He followed obediently, looking behind him all the way.
When they stepped into the elevator, Peter punched for the 17th floor and pulled Gabriel to him for an elicit kiss. "Did I tell you how hot you look like this?" Peter whispered, gently grinding against him and squeezing his ass. Gabriel hissed, twitching as the elevator stopped at a floor and the doors opened. He jumped away from Peter and coloured as an older couple entered and stood quietly.Gabriel gave a small smile at the couple and kept his hands folded in front of him. The reflection in the polished metal of the elevator interior showed Peter with a playful grin on his face. Suddenly, Gabriel tensed as he felt a hand back on his ass. He glanced at the couple who seemed none the wiser, but his inner guilt was making his stomach churn. The floors seemed to go by at a snail's pace, until finally the 17th lit up on the door panel and Gabriel was able to dart out, letting out a breath he had been holding so long his head swam.
As the door of the room shut behind them, Gabriel exhaled heavily. "Peter what are you trying to do to me?!"
Peter giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He took Gabriel's face in his hands pressing their lips together and flattening his body against him. Gabriel, try as he might, could not relax. He tried to hold Peter awkwardly but just ended up kissing him backrobotically and fidgeting until Peter pulled away. "Gabe, what's the matter?"
Gabriel started to talk but felt his lip start to wobble. "I...I'm sorry, Peter, I'm sorry." He went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and ignoring Peter's confused cries from outside. He pulled off his blazer roughly,letting it drop to the floor before he sat on the edge of the bathtub and let himself cry. This was it, this was the moment when Peter kindly backed away and never tried to touch him again. He had proven himself to be a coward who couldn't even put out for someone he loved more than anything. He wanted so much to give Peter the physical relationship he craved but he was terrified that he wouldn't match up. He was awkward and hated his body - the hair that his brother didn't have, the thick muscles in his thighs and his height which made him feel like a freak next to his slim, smaller twin. How could Peter want him? As the tears ran down his face they calmed him. It was good to have a release, even if it was the precursor to either an argument or a mortifying silent ride home. He took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door.
Peter was sat on the bed, his head jerking up as he saw Gabriel. "Hey...." He jumped up to get to him and stopped as Gabriel folded his arms, blocking him with body language. "Gabriel..." Peter looked crushed. His eyes were wide and wet as he stared, disbelieving, at his brother. He advanced on him, and Gabriel relaxed a little, dropping his arms to his sides and allowing Peter to hold him gently. "Please tell me what's wrong."
Gabriel hugged him back, holding him tighter as he started to cry again. "I'm so sorry. I know you want us to...you know. But I just...feel like you'll change your mind afterwards. You could have anyone you want Peter, you shouldn't settle for me out a sense of duty."
Peter pushed him back, staring into his eyes. He shook his head, looking like he was about to speak before stopping again. Eventually he leaned in and kissed Gabriel sweetly, running fingers through his hair. "Gabe, I only want you...I love you, I want us to be together. I don't just care about getting laid, I want to feel a physical...." he paused, reaching for the word. "Connection."
Gabriel nodded, not really convinced. Peter tilted his head as if reading his brother's mind and took his hand, leading him towards the bed. "Just come lie with me, okay? Just that, I just want to hold you."
Peter pulled the curtains and knelt before Gabriel as he pulled off his shoes and tried his best to relax onto the bed. "Ah ah, come on, get those clothes off", Peter grinned and started to help his brother undress, straddling him. "You can't relax Gabe, that's your problem. You need to let go and trust me, okay."
Gabriel nodded, taking a breath as Peter's fingers paused inside the band of his boxers, the only remaining item of clothing. Their eyes met, and he nodded again, lifting himself off the bed a fraction to allow Peter to pull them off. He closed his eyes and heard a small breath escape his brother.
"Whoah, how come I'm not that big?"
Gabriel giggled, feeling himself go red. "Shut up and let me under the covers." He wriggled under the covers and curled up. "Come on, get your clothes off too".
Peter stood, never breaking eye contact, and slowly pulled off his shirt, his flat stomach being revealed bit by bit until he dragged the shirt over his head and flung it to one side. Gabriel tried not to laugh at him, Peter really loved this, loved being the centre of attention. He was unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping the fly tooth by tooth, his chest beginning to rise and fall more rapidly as he turned himself on as well as Gabriel. He bent over, pushing his jeans down to the floor and stepping out of them. He was just about to do the same with his white boxers when Gabriel stopped him.
"Wait!"
Peter's head snapped up.
"Touch yourself". Gabriel tried to keep the tremor out of his voice as he registered the mixture of surprise and ecstasy on Peter's face. "You heard me. I wanna see you."
Peter tentatively let his hand ghost over his erection. He curled his fingers around his cock and gripped it loosely. "Is this okay?"
"Lose the underwear." Gabriel growled, his own voice sounding alien to him. His stomach was fluttering as he wondered what the hell he was doing. He hadn't planned this, he had just blurted out what was in his head when he had seen his brother preening in front of him. Luckily Peter seemed to be going with it. He was standing now, completely naked, hardening cock in his hand. "Tell me what you think of, when you do that." Gabriel said breathlessly.
Peter swallowed. "I think about you. I think about you....like this, dominant. On top of me, inside me, holding me down. That's what I want."
Gabriel wondered how well he was hiding his surprise. He always thought that Peter would want to be the one in the driving seat but here he was looking like a nervous little virgin, jumping at Gabriel's every word. He took a shallow breath. Whatever Peter wanted he could have. He beckoned him over, one finger crooked and giving the slightest twitch. Peter moved towards the bed and Gabriel pulled him down, letting him spread out on the mattress. He was panting now, his cock flush against his stomach, pink and wet. Now it was Gabriel's turn to straddle, his own cock hanging heavy between his legs and just half hard enough to nudge at his brother's balls as he trembled beneath him. He lowered himself down slowly, holding Peter down at the wrists and hungrily biting at his neck as he whimpered and thrashed. "This is what you want isn't? Lay back and take it." he whispered into Peter's ear as he ground their cocks together. When Peter cried out he started to suck at the unblemished skin on his collarbone, marking him.
"Oh Gabriel, Gabriel please.." Peter rambled as he shifted, rubbing up against him wantonly. Gabriel nipped him and grinned at the yelp he let out before kneeling up, his hair falling around his face. He got off the bed and walked towards Peter's bag, his brother's protestations ringing in his ears. He bent over, giving Peter a nice view of his ass as he rummaged through the brown paper bag of 'emergency purchases' he had made at the last gas station they had stopped at. He pulled out condoms and lube and turned back to Peter holding them up accusingly.
"You planned this."
Peter shook his head but his wide eyes gave him away.
"It's okay Peter, I like the thought of you standing in line at that gas station, imagining what we were going to do with these." He opened the box of condoms and emptied it onto the bed with a flourish, grabbing one and handing it to Peter with the lube. "You do it." he ordered, settling over his brother's stomach. He watched Peter's trembling hands rip open the packet and swallowed hard as his brother gripped his cock at the base and confidently rolled the condom onto him. Gabriel grabbed the lube and squeezed it onto his fingers, slicking himself quickly and leaning down until he could feel Peter's breath on his cheek. "Beg me. Like you do when you're fantasising about me."
Peter almost choked on his words. "Please! Oh please Gabriel, I want you inside me now, please."
Gabriel plunged a finger inside him, really not sure what he was doing but having some vague notion of preparing Peter. His brother's eyes were screwed shut as he writhed so Gabriel let his mask of confidence slip for a moment while he tested with another finger. "How much can you take Peter?" he asked.
"I can take you, please, please, I can take it. I've used...I've tried it..." Peter was rambling again but Gabriel got the gist of what he was saying.
"A dildo? You little slut." he grinned and leaned down to kiss him. "Alright Peter, you asked for it." He took his cock in his hand and pushed in, gasping at the tightness but not daring to stop as Peter went to pieces. He grabbed Peter's wrists again and held him down, jerking his hips and nipping at his throat. Peter's moans rang in his ears as he fucked him relentlessly, feeling the pull in muscles in the back of his legs. He was already tired from pinning his brother and could feel himself starting to perspire. Peter's hair stuck to his forehead and he was half-laughing half-sobbing. "Should I stop Peter?"
"No! No God, please don't stop!"
Gabriel kissed Peter hard and slipped his hand beneath their bodies. It took only a few strokes before Peter came, crying out. Gabriel felt his muscles spasm around him and gripped Peter's wrists hard as he came too. He collapsed onto his brother's body, gasping for air as his dick throbbed, still being pumped by adrenaline and Peter's reactions. Eventually he started to calm and managed to breath steadily enough to pull out and roll over. He threw the condom to the floor and laughed breathlessly. It took a few moments before he was coherent enough to check that his brother was still alive. He rolled over again and slung his arm over Peter, pulling the covers over them and cuddling him close. "Thank you Peter" he whispered.
Peter hummed, wiggling in Gabriel's embrace. "I should be thanking you."
"No, I never would have been able to relax and do this with anyone else, I'm so glad it was you." Gabriel kissed his cheek and felt his eyelids get heavy as the sweat cooled on his body.
"You really took to the role there Gabe, I was wondering whether I'd created a monster," Peter smiled.
Gabriel rolled onto his back, pulling Peter with him and letting his brother lay across his chest, his fingers absently stroking his chest hair. "Let's sleep Peter, we need to get our strength back for round two."
"Hmm" Peter murmured, already half asleep. Gabriel stroked his hair and felt a strange sense of peace. Yes, maybe giving Peter exactly what he wanted had been the best plan.
Pairing : Gabriel/Peter (Twinverse)
Word count : 3456
Summary : Gabriel and Peter go a roadtrip to get some 'alone time'
Warnings : Incest
Rating : NC17
Notes : For icalynn because it's her birthday and she won me at Sweet Charity
"They made up their minds and they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going without ever knowing the way"
Fastball - The Way
Gabriel was already awake when the alarm clock beeped beneath his pillow. He quickly turned it off and got out of bed, pulling his clothes on. He'd get dressed, pack Peter's stuff, and THEN get him up, otherwise their plan to be out by 5am would be scuppered by his twin's 'five more minutes' mentality. He felt a little weird about getting dressed without showering but Peter was right, the shower was loud and it wouldn't hurt to be a little dirty when they wereroadtripping anyway. He dragged the ready-packed bags out of his cupboard and double checked them for everything they'd need. Peter had laughed at him for being so 'anal' about the packing but planning was what he was good at. Peter would thank him when he had clean underwear every day.
Peter. Gabriel shivered as he remembered the trepidation with which he had viewed this trip. He had felt Peter drifting away from him. They had been emotionally close but physically they had ground to a halt after the kissing started. Gabriel just wasn't feeling ready to take that next step but he felt Peter's frustration. It wasn't like he didn't want him, he did. The had been moving slowly but inexorably towards this point since they had started to react to each others bodies in a more than brotherly way. The problem was..Peter was...well, Peter. He was the popular one, the heart throb. Gabriel knew Peter wasn't a virgin, what if he couldn't match up? What if that first awkward moment when they tried to move on made Peter realise that he didn't want him after all? Gabriel sighed, kicking the matching holdalls.
"Changed your mind?"
Gabriel jumped as Peter grabbed him around the waist. "I was just gonna come wake you".
"Come on, get the bags and let's go,I can't wait, can you?" he bobbed up on his toes and pecked Gabriel on the cheek, tossing his keys up in the air and catching them as he left the room.
---
"Gabriel stop looking back." Peter smiled and shook his head. "They didn't see us go, it's cool". Settling his hands on his lap,
Gabriel nodded. "And if they did we'll just tell Mom and Dad they must have got it wrong. Dad hates all the house staff anyway."
"Yeah, God forbid anyone should do an honest day's work to make money". Peter's mood seemed to darken at the mention of his father so Gabriel squeezed his leg.
"Don't think about it, we're on the way on our road trip, and we're going to have an amazing time."
Peter picked up his hand and kissed it, not letting ago until he had to change gear. "We are, we're going to have the best vacation ever. Just you and me, all we need."
---
"Peter, I'm going to kill you!" Gabriel managed to get into the motel room before he exploded. "What the hell are we supposed to do now? We have to go back! Eight hours on the road and we have to go back, I can't believe you!"
Peter inclined his head, smirking. "Gabe, it's just clothes, we can buy more."
Gabriel blinked disbelievingly. "It's not just clothes, it's everything, towels, our toothbrushes!" Gabriel sighed and sat on the bed. "And how are we supposed to buy more, we don't have enough...." He stopped abruptly as Peter held up what looked like their mother's credit card. "Where did you - ?"
"She left it behind, found it on her dresser. She'll never even notice, they don't check the statements, you know that."
A spark of excitement ignited in Gabriel. He loved the idea of being on a roadtrip with Peter but the prospect of maybe losing his virginity on a flea bitten motel bed wasn't really appealing to him. Maybe they could add a touch of class to their mini rebellion. "Okay, but...not too much. We don't wanna arouse their suspicion by getting it cancelled booking into the Hyatt."
Peter smiled, advancing on Gabriel and straddling his lap as they both fell back onto the motel bed. "Arouse?"
Gabriel grinned, closing his eyes and waiting for the heat of his brother's lips on his. When it came he relaxed, knowing at that moment that he was all that was in Peter's mind. He let his hands drift over Peter's back and felt him harden against his leg. Peter loved his hands, marvelled at how they were bigger than his, loved them on his body. He knew without being told that Peter wanted those hands on his cock and squeezing his ass. He wanted to give him that. He would give Peter what he needed.
"You thinking again?" Peter whispered as he broke their kiss. "I can always tell when you're distracted."
Gabriel kissed Peter on the cheek. "I was just thinking about how this is going to be a...momentous trip for us."
Peter gave him a devilish look. "Really?"
"Oh yeah." Gabriel closed his eyes again and accepted Peter's eager kiss. Yes, he would give him what he needed.
---
"Peter, no, come on we can go to...Walmart or somewhere." Gabriel fidgeted. They had slept in their underwear, bodies entwined as they let the day's stresses drift away. This morning they both felt dirty despite the half-hearted jet from the shower. Peter had pulled off into an outlet mall, wiggling excitedly in his seat, the credit card burning a hole in his pocket.
"Gabe it's cheap here! Outlet mall!" He jogged off leaving Gabriel to look over his shoulder for the cops. These stores were not really Gabriel's scene, the colours were all so bright and the clothes were so...odd, like people wearing them wanted attention. He followed Peter, hoping to get away with something in black or grey. The thumping music as he entered was bad enough, but there were neon lights and weird...things everywhere. Parking meters, half a yellow cab. How was anyone supposed to focus in here?
"Hey cutey," Peter kissed him full on the lips and threw an arm round his shoulder.
"Peter!" Gabriel blushed crimson, gripped with panic.
"Relax honey, it's okay...Tegan here is going to help us find some stuff, she has two dads, she's cool." Peter winked and Gabriel looked at the sales assistant who smiled kindly.
"Er...okay. " God, please say she didn't know they were brothers. He let himself go limp and just nodded as Peter and Tegan pulled him this way and that. Before he knew it he was staring at a completely different person. He had skinny jeans, a little too tight across the crotch if he was honest, a bright purple sweater and a navy blazer with gold piping.Tegan had dumped some wax in his hair and had scruffed it up and now he looked like one of those hipster friends of Peter's who hung around at clubs whose names Gabriel couldn't pronounce. He looked stupid, and turned to Peter for confirmation of this. His brother was looking at him like a dog looks at a steak.
"Wow, Gabe you look..you look so good."
My God, Gabriel thought. Is he panting?
"Er, miss, I think we'll take these then..." Gabriel started to pull off his blazer but Peter stopped him.
"Wear them out." Peter nodded at him, glancing at Tegan to check that was okay. She toddled off to the cash register and Peter followed, glancing back at Gabriel as if he was worried he would get away. He gripped him around the waist, smoothing his hands over the back of Gabriel's jeans and giving him a shy smile. "You look so hot like this, you look like a model."
Gabriel blushed again, letting his head drop. "I do not."
"Yeah, you really do....." Peter kissed him softly on the cheek and went to pay while Gabriel shuffled, embarrassed.
- - -
The lobby of the Bayside hotel was clean, and bright, and full of people. Gabriel kept his head down as he watched Peter at the reception desk. There were people here who might now them, might be holidaying or on business. He'd not exactly enjoyed the motels but at least he knew that there was no-one staying there who might see the twoPetrelli twins booking into a double room and know why that was...unusual. His palms started to sweat as he looked at his fellow guests. His paranoid brain was telling him that every fake tanned fifty-something was his mother's tennis partner, or his father's golf buddy. He breathed a sigh of relief as Peter returned, waving him towards the elevators. He followed obediently, looking behind him all the way.
When they stepped into the elevator, Peter punched for the 17th floor and pulled Gabriel to him for an elicit kiss. "Did I tell you how hot you look like this?" Peter whispered, gently grinding against him and squeezing his ass. Gabriel hissed, twitching as the elevator stopped at a floor and the doors opened. He jumped away from Peter and coloured as an older couple entered and stood quietly.Gabriel gave a small smile at the couple and kept his hands folded in front of him. The reflection in the polished metal of the elevator interior showed Peter with a playful grin on his face. Suddenly, Gabriel tensed as he felt a hand back on his ass. He glanced at the couple who seemed none the wiser, but his inner guilt was making his stomach churn. The floors seemed to go by at a snail's pace, until finally the 17th lit up on the door panel and Gabriel was able to dart out, letting out a breath he had been holding so long his head swam.
As the door of the room shut behind them, Gabriel exhaled heavily. "Peter what are you trying to do to me?!"
Peter giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He took Gabriel's face in his hands pressing their lips together and flattening his body against him. Gabriel, try as he might, could not relax. He tried to hold Peter awkwardly but just ended up kissing him backrobotically and fidgeting until Peter pulled away. "Gabe, what's the matter?"
Gabriel started to talk but felt his lip start to wobble. "I...I'm sorry, Peter, I'm sorry." He went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and ignoring Peter's confused cries from outside. He pulled off his blazer roughly,letting it drop to the floor before he sat on the edge of the bathtub and let himself cry. This was it, this was the moment when Peter kindly backed away and never tried to touch him again. He had proven himself to be a coward who couldn't even put out for someone he loved more than anything. He wanted so much to give Peter the physical relationship he craved but he was terrified that he wouldn't match up. He was awkward and hated his body - the hair that his brother didn't have, the thick muscles in his thighs and his height which made him feel like a freak next to his slim, smaller twin. How could Peter want him? As the tears ran down his face they calmed him. It was good to have a release, even if it was the precursor to either an argument or a mortifying silent ride home. He took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door.
Peter was sat on the bed, his head jerking up as he saw Gabriel. "Hey...." He jumped up to get to him and stopped as Gabriel folded his arms, blocking him with body language. "Gabriel..." Peter looked crushed. His eyes were wide and wet as he stared, disbelieving, at his brother. He advanced on him, and Gabriel relaxed a little, dropping his arms to his sides and allowing Peter to hold him gently. "Please tell me what's wrong."
Gabriel hugged him back, holding him tighter as he started to cry again. "I'm so sorry. I know you want us to...you know. But I just...feel like you'll change your mind afterwards. You could have anyone you want Peter, you shouldn't settle for me out a sense of duty."
Peter pushed him back, staring into his eyes. He shook his head, looking like he was about to speak before stopping again. Eventually he leaned in and kissed Gabriel sweetly, running fingers through his hair. "Gabe, I only want you...I love you, I want us to be together. I don't just care about getting laid, I want to feel a physical...." he paused, reaching for the word. "Connection."
Gabriel nodded, not really convinced. Peter tilted his head as if reading his brother's mind and took his hand, leading him towards the bed. "Just come lie with me, okay? Just that, I just want to hold you."
Peter pulled the curtains and knelt before Gabriel as he pulled off his shoes and tried his best to relax onto the bed. "Ah ah, come on, get those clothes off", Peter grinned and started to help his brother undress, straddling him. "You can't relax Gabe, that's your problem. You need to let go and trust me, okay."
Gabriel nodded, taking a breath as Peter's fingers paused inside the band of his boxers, the only remaining item of clothing. Their eyes met, and he nodded again, lifting himself off the bed a fraction to allow Peter to pull them off. He closed his eyes and heard a small breath escape his brother.
"Whoah, how come I'm not that big?"
Gabriel giggled, feeling himself go red. "Shut up and let me under the covers." He wriggled under the covers and curled up. "Come on, get your clothes off too".
Peter stood, never breaking eye contact, and slowly pulled off his shirt, his flat stomach being revealed bit by bit until he dragged the shirt over his head and flung it to one side. Gabriel tried not to laugh at him, Peter really loved this, loved being the centre of attention. He was unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping the fly tooth by tooth, his chest beginning to rise and fall more rapidly as he turned himself on as well as Gabriel. He bent over, pushing his jeans down to the floor and stepping out of them. He was just about to do the same with his white boxers when Gabriel stopped him.
"Wait!"
Peter's head snapped up.
"Touch yourself". Gabriel tried to keep the tremor out of his voice as he registered the mixture of surprise and ecstasy on Peter's face. "You heard me. I wanna see you."
Peter tentatively let his hand ghost over his erection. He curled his fingers around his cock and gripped it loosely. "Is this okay?"
"Lose the underwear." Gabriel growled, his own voice sounding alien to him. His stomach was fluttering as he wondered what the hell he was doing. He hadn't planned this, he had just blurted out what was in his head when he had seen his brother preening in front of him. Luckily Peter seemed to be going with it. He was standing now, completely naked, hardening cock in his hand. "Tell me what you think of, when you do that." Gabriel said breathlessly.
Peter swallowed. "I think about you. I think about you....like this, dominant. On top of me, inside me, holding me down. That's what I want."
Gabriel wondered how well he was hiding his surprise. He always thought that Peter would want to be the one in the driving seat but here he was looking like a nervous little virgin, jumping at Gabriel's every word. He took a shallow breath. Whatever Peter wanted he could have. He beckoned him over, one finger crooked and giving the slightest twitch. Peter moved towards the bed and Gabriel pulled him down, letting him spread out on the mattress. He was panting now, his cock flush against his stomach, pink and wet. Now it was Gabriel's turn to straddle, his own cock hanging heavy between his legs and just half hard enough to nudge at his brother's balls as he trembled beneath him. He lowered himself down slowly, holding Peter down at the wrists and hungrily biting at his neck as he whimpered and thrashed. "This is what you want isn't? Lay back and take it." he whispered into Peter's ear as he ground their cocks together. When Peter cried out he started to suck at the unblemished skin on his collarbone, marking him.
"Oh Gabriel, Gabriel please.." Peter rambled as he shifted, rubbing up against him wantonly. Gabriel nipped him and grinned at the yelp he let out before kneeling up, his hair falling around his face. He got off the bed and walked towards Peter's bag, his brother's protestations ringing in his ears. He bent over, giving Peter a nice view of his ass as he rummaged through the brown paper bag of 'emergency purchases' he had made at the last gas station they had stopped at. He pulled out condoms and lube and turned back to Peter holding them up accusingly.
"You planned this."
Peter shook his head but his wide eyes gave him away.
"It's okay Peter, I like the thought of you standing in line at that gas station, imagining what we were going to do with these." He opened the box of condoms and emptied it onto the bed with a flourish, grabbing one and handing it to Peter with the lube. "You do it." he ordered, settling over his brother's stomach. He watched Peter's trembling hands rip open the packet and swallowed hard as his brother gripped his cock at the base and confidently rolled the condom onto him. Gabriel grabbed the lube and squeezed it onto his fingers, slicking himself quickly and leaning down until he could feel Peter's breath on his cheek. "Beg me. Like you do when you're fantasising about me."
Peter almost choked on his words. "Please! Oh please Gabriel, I want you inside me now, please."
Gabriel plunged a finger inside him, really not sure what he was doing but having some vague notion of preparing Peter. His brother's eyes were screwed shut as he writhed so Gabriel let his mask of confidence slip for a moment while he tested with another finger. "How much can you take Peter?" he asked.
"I can take you, please, please, I can take it. I've used...I've tried it..." Peter was rambling again but Gabriel got the gist of what he was saying.
"A dildo? You little slut." he grinned and leaned down to kiss him. "Alright Peter, you asked for it." He took his cock in his hand and pushed in, gasping at the tightness but not daring to stop as Peter went to pieces. He grabbed Peter's wrists again and held him down, jerking his hips and nipping at his throat. Peter's moans rang in his ears as he fucked him relentlessly, feeling the pull in muscles in the back of his legs. He was already tired from pinning his brother and could feel himself starting to perspire. Peter's hair stuck to his forehead and he was half-laughing half-sobbing. "Should I stop Peter?"
"No! No God, please don't stop!"
Gabriel kissed Peter hard and slipped his hand beneath their bodies. It took only a few strokes before Peter came, crying out. Gabriel felt his muscles spasm around him and gripped Peter's wrists hard as he came too. He collapsed onto his brother's body, gasping for air as his dick throbbed, still being pumped by adrenaline and Peter's reactions. Eventually he started to calm and managed to breath steadily enough to pull out and roll over. He threw the condom to the floor and laughed breathlessly. It took a few moments before he was coherent enough to check that his brother was still alive. He rolled over again and slung his arm over Peter, pulling the covers over them and cuddling him close. "Thank you Peter" he whispered.
Peter hummed, wiggling in Gabriel's embrace. "I should be thanking you."
"No, I never would have been able to relax and do this with anyone else, I'm so glad it was you." Gabriel kissed his cheek and felt his eyelids get heavy as the sweat cooled on his body.
"You really took to the role there Gabe, I was wondering whether I'd created a monster," Peter smiled.
Gabriel rolled onto his back, pulling Peter with him and letting his brother lay across his chest, his fingers absently stroking his chest hair. "Let's sleep Peter, we need to get our strength back for round two."
"Hmm" Peter murmured, already half asleep. Gabriel stroked his hair and felt a strange sense of peace. Yes, maybe giving Peter exactly what he wanted had been the best plan.