Like a Dream, 3/4
Chapter three. A deviation from my original idea. But, in my opinion, better. I'd love some feedback, if you've got any to spare.
Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 3/4 (still unsure)
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: R for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Though I'm in the market for a Pevenslie brother, if you're selling.
Summary: It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. When Peter finds himself lusting after the forbidden, there's little he can do except hope for the best. But what happens if the forbidden isn't at all?
Warnings: manlove, incest, pevenslove, beautiful men. Be aware.
A/N: Pretty AU. An early work. I'm not all that proud of it. But nor am I that upset with it. I just wanted to post something. O, N TTLY UNEDITED.
The more Peter uncovered, the more his younger brother seemed to be made of hard angles. Every inch of exposed flesh was pale and beautiful and firm and angular. The older Pevenslie loved it, and Edmund obviously was enjoying himself, if the wanton moans coming from him were anything to go on.
The high king had almost no idea how he'd gotten into the room so simply, and how Edmund had awoken as soon as Peter had entered (Ed was usually the hardest sleeper in the family), and even less of an idea as to why Ed had smiled so wickedly at him, that playful but deadly glint in his eye, as he was suddenly wide awake and spreading his legs in welcome.
Peter's mouth had gone dry, and he'd attacked his younger brother in an instant, his lips pressed against Ed's, then the younger boy's neck, then his chest... Peter was enjoying all of this, and he wasn't even getting anything in return... yet.
Ed helped his older brother to quickly remove his pants, the only article of clothing that the young king slept in, apparently, before Peter leaned back on his haunches, enjoying the sight before him, a tiny smile on his face. He'd known Edmund was beautiful in a delicate, pale way... but he'd never expected to see the brazenness in his eyes or the way his hips jutted out of his body slightly or the tiny tattoo inscribed with the words 'god save the king' in tiny cursive letters.
That was something he'd never noticed before. He'd have to ask about that one another time. And then Peter's eyes fell to the one part of Edmund that he'd done his best to overlook as of yet. He couldn't help but let his smile grow wider at the sight of his younger brother's hard, dripping cock, the tip glistening by what little light the moon was adding to the situation.
"Little Ed's grown up." was the only thing Peter said before reattaching his lips to the other boy's, hands sliding through smooth hair as his own pants were nudged down his legs by eager, if slightly clumsy, warm hands.
And then the situation changed too quickly for this to be a reality, and Peter's cock, hard and pulsing with arousal, was pressed to the back of Edmund's throat as the younger boy hummed appreciatively, his eyes closed, concentrating on every tiny moment, every intricacy of Peter's movement. And then the situation changed again, too quickly, and Ed's nimble fingers were working Peter to release, every stroke a little softer, a little harder to feel than the last. God, the boy was a tease. Peter couldn't help but buck into Ed's waiting hand, trying his best to get something, anything, from his brother.
"Ed, come on..." Peter gasped. "Ed, I need it."
And then Ed was standing over him, shaking his shoulder once again, as he seemed to every night these days. His innocent little grin was back in place, a sign of brotherly affection (but nothing more) if Peter had never seen one before. "Pete... Peter, wake up."
Peter let out a gasp, pulling swiftly away from his brother's hand, as if his touch alone would set the high king off again. "I'm awake." He grumbled, rubbing an eye tiredly. "Was I...." He searched for the right word, but came up blank. "again?" Jesus, of course you were! His body screamed, his erection begging to be freed from the confines of his loose pants.
His younger brother nodded once again. "Yeah, yeah you were." He replied in a hushed whisper. "We won't worry the rest of the floor with your dreams, though... I suggest you get that..." Ed nodded down at Peter, who quickly folded himself over his erection. "taken care of before the rest of the place is up and about."
"When's that?" Peter replied, pulling himself out of the bed.
Ed looked out the window once again at the quickly lightening sky. "I'd say it's a few minutes until dawn. We'd have to wake up soon anyway." He said with a shrug. "Now go. None of the Narnians should ever see the Royal Morning Wood." He teased, pushing his brother out the door.
Peter's face burned with embarrassment at having to be caught once again, but a part of him was so far beyond relieved that Ed could still act the same way around him. It was a blessing, really, and Peter had to take the time to remember that.
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Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 3/4 (still unsure)
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: R for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Though I'm in the market for a Pevenslie brother, if you're selling.
Summary: It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. When Peter finds himself lusting after the forbidden, there's little he can do except hope for the best. But what happens if the forbidden isn't at all?
Warnings: manlove, incest, pevenslove, beautiful men. Be aware.
A/N: Pretty AU. An early work. I'm not all that proud of it. But nor am I that upset with it. I just wanted to post something. O, N TTLY UNEDITED.
The more Peter uncovered, the more his younger brother seemed to be made of hard angles. Every inch of exposed flesh was pale and beautiful and firm and angular. The older Pevenslie loved it, and Edmund obviously was enjoying himself, if the wanton moans coming from him were anything to go on.
The high king had almost no idea how he'd gotten into the room so simply, and how Edmund had awoken as soon as Peter had entered (Ed was usually the hardest sleeper in the family), and even less of an idea as to why Ed had smiled so wickedly at him, that playful but deadly glint in his eye, as he was suddenly wide awake and spreading his legs in welcome.
Peter's mouth had gone dry, and he'd attacked his younger brother in an instant, his lips pressed against Ed's, then the younger boy's neck, then his chest... Peter was enjoying all of this, and he wasn't even getting anything in return... yet.
Ed helped his older brother to quickly remove his pants, the only article of clothing that the young king slept in, apparently, before Peter leaned back on his haunches, enjoying the sight before him, a tiny smile on his face. He'd known Edmund was beautiful in a delicate, pale way... but he'd never expected to see the brazenness in his eyes or the way his hips jutted out of his body slightly or the tiny tattoo inscribed with the words 'god save the king' in tiny cursive letters.
That was something he'd never noticed before. He'd have to ask about that one another time. And then Peter's eyes fell to the one part of Edmund that he'd done his best to overlook as of yet. He couldn't help but let his smile grow wider at the sight of his younger brother's hard, dripping cock, the tip glistening by what little light the moon was adding to the situation.
"Little Ed's grown up." was the only thing Peter said before reattaching his lips to the other boy's, hands sliding through smooth hair as his own pants were nudged down his legs by eager, if slightly clumsy, warm hands.
And then the situation changed too quickly for this to be a reality, and Peter's cock, hard and pulsing with arousal, was pressed to the back of Edmund's throat as the younger boy hummed appreciatively, his eyes closed, concentrating on every tiny moment, every intricacy of Peter's movement. And then the situation changed again, too quickly, and Ed's nimble fingers were working Peter to release, every stroke a little softer, a little harder to feel than the last. God, the boy was a tease. Peter couldn't help but buck into Ed's waiting hand, trying his best to get something, anything, from his brother.
"Ed, come on..." Peter gasped. "Ed, I need it."
And then Ed was standing over him, shaking his shoulder once again, as he seemed to every night these days. His innocent little grin was back in place, a sign of brotherly affection (but nothing more) if Peter had never seen one before. "Pete... Peter, wake up."
Peter let out a gasp, pulling swiftly away from his brother's hand, as if his touch alone would set the high king off again. "I'm awake." He grumbled, rubbing an eye tiredly. "Was I...." He searched for the right word, but came up blank. "again?" Jesus, of course you were! His body screamed, his erection begging to be freed from the confines of his loose pants.
His younger brother nodded once again. "Yeah, yeah you were." He replied in a hushed whisper. "We won't worry the rest of the floor with your dreams, though... I suggest you get that..." Ed nodded down at Peter, who quickly folded himself over his erection. "taken care of before the rest of the place is up and about."
"When's that?" Peter replied, pulling himself out of the bed.
Ed looked out the window once again at the quickly lightening sky. "I'd say it's a few minutes until dawn. We'd have to wake up soon anyway." He said with a shrug. "Now go. None of the Narnians should ever see the Royal Morning Wood." He teased, pushing his brother out the door.
Peter's face burned with embarrassment at having to be caught once again, but a part of him was so far beyond relieved that Ed could still act the same way around him. It was a blessing, really, and Peter had to take the time to remember that.
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