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Prompt: August 2008 - [025] Forbidden
Warnings: m/m incestuous relationship; masturbation
Notes: If you don't like Petrellicest, don't read this
Wordcount: 360 per WordPerfect
He's already out of the pool and towelling dry when Nathan climbs out, the sun gilding his dripping skin and making him look every inch the statue of a Roman god. Peter swallows convulsively, watching his brother squeeze the water out of his hair and suddenly oh so glad he's holding the towel. Speedos aren't the most concealing at the best of times, and... well. Yes.
"Coming in, Pete? Your lips were turning blue," Nathan asks, glancing at him before grabbing his towel and flipping it over his shoulder.
"Um. Yeah, I'll... be in in a minute," he answers, hoping that he isn't staring like an idiot. This is his brother -- his brother. He can't be thinking things like this. And yet he can't make himself stop. It explains so much, he realizes; dark haired, dark eyed girlfriends and then dark haired, dark eyed boyfriends, and none of them answering that need that burns inside him. He isn't really sure when hero worship turned into this, but it has.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, Nathan, go on, I'll be right there."
"You're such a weirdo, Pete."
* * *
He lies in bed, one hand wrapped around his aching cock; the other sliding over his chest, fingers teasing at taut nipples. He strokes himself, imagining a different, larger hand on his cock. "God... Nathan..." he pants, imagining his brother in bed with him; pinning him down with his larger frame, kissing him and then nibbling his way down his neck. He's so hard and so close, the thoughts of Nathan's hands on him making him tremble with arousal. No matter how the rational part of his mind screams that this is wrong, that it's forbidden, that he's going to hell, now that he's admitted it to himself he can't turn back. And he doesn't want to, because it feels so good...
He has to shove his free hand in his mouth to stifle the cry as he comes. It's so intense, and he knows if Nathan was really there it would be even more so. And as he grabs some tissues to clean up, he's already plotting ways to make that happen...
badcompany_musePrompt: August 2008 - [025] Forbidden
Warnings: m/m incestuous relationship; masturbation
Notes: If you don't like Petrellicest, don't read this
Wordcount: 360 per WordPerfect
He's already out of the pool and towelling dry when Nathan climbs out, the sun gilding his dripping skin and making him look every inch the statue of a Roman god. Peter swallows convulsively, watching his brother squeeze the water out of his hair and suddenly oh so glad he's holding the towel. Speedos aren't the most concealing at the best of times, and... well. Yes.
"Coming in, Pete? Your lips were turning blue," Nathan asks, glancing at him before grabbing his towel and flipping it over his shoulder.
"Um. Yeah, I'll... be in in a minute," he answers, hoping that he isn't staring like an idiot. This is his brother -- his brother. He can't be thinking things like this. And yet he can't make himself stop. It explains so much, he realizes; dark haired, dark eyed girlfriends and then dark haired, dark eyed boyfriends, and none of them answering that need that burns inside him. He isn't really sure when hero worship turned into this, but it has.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, Nathan, go on, I'll be right there."
"You're such a weirdo, Pete."
He lies in bed, one hand wrapped around his aching cock; the other sliding over his chest, fingers teasing at taut nipples. He strokes himself, imagining a different, larger hand on his cock. "God... Nathan..." he pants, imagining his brother in bed with him; pinning him down with his larger frame, kissing him and then nibbling his way down his neck. He's so hard and so close, the thoughts of Nathan's hands on him making him tremble with arousal. No matter how the rational part of his mind screams that this is wrong, that it's forbidden, that he's going to hell, now that he's admitted it to himself he can't turn back. And he doesn't want to, because it feels so good...
He has to shove his free hand in his mouth to stifle the cry as he comes. It's so intense, and he knows if Nathan was really there it would be even more so. And as he grabs some tissues to clean up, he's already plotting ways to make that happen...
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