Like a Dream, 1/4
Well, second post today. I must be on a roll. (Not really... but whatever.) I've got me a story here... though It's gone through some serious editing, and I think it maybe used to be better... written originally for a different (and decidedly lamer) fandom, i had to change some things. but I was too lazy to actually rewrite it from the top. Narnia man-smut fiction ahoy.
Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 1/4
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: PG-13
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, in future chapters. in this one? vague allusions to wet dreams. bwahaha.
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.
It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. He didn't want to be the guy was always lusting after something that could never be his. And he did. Oh, how he did. Because, you see... Peter Pevenslie loved his younger brother. Yes, you read correctly. Not a girl, or even one of his sisters, which would also be frown upon by society, but his brother. The only one who seemed to have noticed that nineteen year old Peter's thoughts were populated by almost-naked women, but by images of men.
Edmund Pevenslie didn't know that most of the time, this image was himself. Wearing close to nothing, if anything at all.
Peter hated it. He hated how he seemed to have no control over his own mind. And... a part of him hated how even now, just thinking about his younger brother made his jaw clench and his eyes fall halfway closed. He was always bad at hiding things, anyway... after all, he came from an honest family, and as the oldest Pevenslie, he'd always been told to be a good example for his younger siblings. But that was hard, especially when he could imagine making love with his brother with such clarity. Every moan and aroused gasp and inch of smooth, sweat coated skin, he had it all memorized so clearly, so exactly, so frighteningly perfectly, that was little else that was able to get him worked up. And, as of late, little else that he could dream, apparently.
It was the fifth night in a row when he'd woken up cluthcing at his sheets, moaning, sweating, and gazing up at his younger brother, who would always send him a lopsided smile before saying something along the lines of 'I could hear you all the way down the hall.' or 'you need to get laid.'. Peter had grown to expect the comments from his sixteen year old brother. He was used to them.
But tonight, the expected comment never came.
Edmund looked down at his brother, his eyes dark and unreadable in the half light of Peter's bedroom in Cair Paraval. "You okay, Pete?" He whispered in the otherwise silent room.
Peter blinked in return. "I... yeah. I'm okay." He replied, glancing out the window for a second. It was still dark out, but if he had to guess, Peter would have said the time was around 4:00 in the morning. "Was I..." He broke off, searching for the right word as his face heated up in a bright blush. "again?"
Ed nodded in silence. The room suddenly seemed much smaller as Peter recalled the dream.
"Well, thanks for waking me then." The older boy said with a swift smile before moving to turn over.
His younger brother let out a loud sigh. "Any time, Pete." He said quietly.
Peter knew something was wrong simply from the reply. Ed was never this quiet about it... Usually he would laugh at his older brother as he either waited for his body to calm down enough for him to drift back to sleep, or tease him as he took care of business in the nearest bathroom. "What's up, Ed?"
"This has been happening for a while."
"So?"
"So, I think there's more to this story than you're telling me. You keep saying there's some girl you've been talking to, but there's only a few women here in Cair Paravel." Edmund replied. "I think you're hiding something."
Yeah. Yes, I am hiding something. Not only am I hiding a strange lust for you from you, but also an erection caused by said lust. You think I'm going to tell you that, you're an idiot.
Peter contemplated an answer to the question in silence, chewing on the inside of his cheeck. "Okay. I have been hiding something." He finally admitted. Ed beamed, sure he was getting more. "But it's not simething I'm comfortable admitting yet."
Ed's face fell, but he shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if I have to wake up to you moaning and gasping for one more night and have to pull you out of another wet dream, it's going to freak me out." He said, going back out the door and down the hallway once again.
Peter didn't want to freak him more... and knowing the truth would do something like that.
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Title: Like a Dream
Chapter: 1/4
Pairing: Peter/Edmund
Rating: PG-13
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, in future chapters. in this one? vague allusions to wet dreams. bwahaha.
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.
It was wrong. It was beyond wrong, now that Peter thought about it. It was downright disgusting. Because Peter Pevenslie didn't want to be like that. He didn't want to be the guy was always lusting after something that could never be his. And he did. Oh, how he did. Because, you see... Peter Pevenslie loved his younger brother. Yes, you read correctly. Not a girl, or even one of his sisters, which would also be frown upon by society, but his brother. The only one who seemed to have noticed that nineteen year old Peter's thoughts were populated by almost-naked women, but by images of men.
Edmund Pevenslie didn't know that most of the time, this image was himself. Wearing close to nothing, if anything at all.
Peter hated it. He hated how he seemed to have no control over his own mind. And... a part of him hated how even now, just thinking about his younger brother made his jaw clench and his eyes fall halfway closed. He was always bad at hiding things, anyway... after all, he came from an honest family, and as the oldest Pevenslie, he'd always been told to be a good example for his younger siblings. But that was hard, especially when he could imagine making love with his brother with such clarity. Every moan and aroused gasp and inch of smooth, sweat coated skin, he had it all memorized so clearly, so exactly, so frighteningly perfectly, that was little else that was able to get him worked up. And, as of late, little else that he could dream, apparently.
It was the fifth night in a row when he'd woken up cluthcing at his sheets, moaning, sweating, and gazing up at his younger brother, who would always send him a lopsided smile before saying something along the lines of 'I could hear you all the way down the hall.' or 'you need to get laid.'. Peter had grown to expect the comments from his sixteen year old brother. He was used to them.
But tonight, the expected comment never came.
Edmund looked down at his brother, his eyes dark and unreadable in the half light of Peter's bedroom in Cair Paraval. "You okay, Pete?" He whispered in the otherwise silent room.
Peter blinked in return. "I... yeah. I'm okay." He replied, glancing out the window for a second. It was still dark out, but if he had to guess, Peter would have said the time was around 4:00 in the morning. "Was I..." He broke off, searching for the right word as his face heated up in a bright blush. "again?"
Ed nodded in silence. The room suddenly seemed much smaller as Peter recalled the dream.
"Well, thanks for waking me then." The older boy said with a swift smile before moving to turn over.
His younger brother let out a loud sigh. "Any time, Pete." He said quietly.
Peter knew something was wrong simply from the reply. Ed was never this quiet about it... Usually he would laugh at his older brother as he either waited for his body to calm down enough for him to drift back to sleep, or tease him as he took care of business in the nearest bathroom. "What's up, Ed?"
"This has been happening for a while."
"So?"
"So, I think there's more to this story than you're telling me. You keep saying there's some girl you've been talking to, but there's only a few women here in Cair Paravel." Edmund replied. "I think you're hiding something."
Yeah. Yes, I am hiding something. Not only am I hiding a strange lust for you from you, but also an erection caused by said lust. You think I'm going to tell you that, you're an idiot.
Peter contemplated an answer to the question in silence, chewing on the inside of his cheeck. "Okay. I have been hiding something." He finally admitted. Ed beamed, sure he was getting more. "But it's not simething I'm comfortable admitting yet."
Ed's face fell, but he shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if I have to wake up to you moaning and gasping for one more night and have to pull you out of another wet dream, it's going to freak me out." He said, going back out the door and down the hallway once again.
Peter didn't want to freak him more... and knowing the truth would do something like that.
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