The Aphrodisiac Power

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((From here: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/39775644.html))

Groggy and thinking about Jack, the smell of him on his clothing, the taste of him on his lips, and the excitement of that afternoon with Nathan's drinking lulled Peter down.  His reaction times were usually so spot on, but right now, they were nothing.  Lazily, his head tilted as he tried to figure out what he was going to do about Jack.  The hand under his shift reminded him of the other man, the breath against his neck--

Was Nathan.

"Are you cold?"

Innocent to a fault, Peter pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned lightly at his brother in confusion, especially at the way his lips were moving against the swan-like curve of his neck.  He sucked in a breath, disheveled and pretty.  His eyes swam with a mixture of things -- his brother's lust was magnified inside of him from his empathy, Jack's kissing had set him on fire, and a mixture of disbelief.

"Nathan?"

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He felt Peter sink into the kiss this time, and before long, Nathan's hands became more confident, sliding under his shirt again, moving over his brother's back, his chest. Never in his life, before coming to this place, would he have dreamed of touching Peter like this, his mouth never far from Peter's for long.

Nathan tried to convince himself that this was perfectly all right. They'd shared a bed just a day ago, hadn't they? They were no strangers to affection in most of its forms. This was just another expression of the love they had for each other. Wasn't it?

If it were only that. Nathan couldn't deny the fact that his body wanted more than his mind or his heart did. With or without his empathy, Peter had to understand this, with Nathan pressed so close to him.

He guided Peter along with him until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he pulled Peter down with him.

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Peter gave off a soft 'oof' when he landed on top of his brother. He had not made the bold moves with his hands like Nathan had, he wasn't exactly sure if he could. At least Nathan was happy. Peter was still too unsure of himself. He curled his fingers against his brother's cheek and looked down into matching eyes.

He wanted to ask how much Nathan wanted, but he was afraid that it would be what he could already guess. Peter didn't know if he could go through with that.

As Nathan leaned in to kiss him, Peter pressed his fingers over his brother's lips, worry in his eyes.

"Where does this go?"

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Nathan furrowed his brow at Peter's strange question, and he searched Peter's eyes for more of an explanation. Where did what go?

Oh. This. Them.

Nathan sat up, taking Peter with him. He cupped Peter's cheek in one hand, and rubbed high on his thigh with the other.

"Now that's the good thing about not knowing what you're doing," Nathan began, taking control of this situation as easily as if he were teaching Peter how to hit a baseball, or ride a bicycle. "You can sit back...relax...and let me do everything." He lowered his brother down onto his back, leaning over him, wondering if Peter would be so easily convinced.

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Peter sucked in a deep breath as he was flipped over onto his back. "Nathan--" He was hushed, and Peter stayed hushed. He was not an idiot. He could guess where this was going and while part of his revolted, the rest of him wanted to give Nathan just what he wanted. His heart was beating so very fast when Nathan kissed him again and he groaned, leaning up to kiss him as he'd spent the morning doing with Jack.

A different sort of kiss, not the kind he gave to women, but a little rougher.

He actually preferred it that way. He sighed against Nathan's mouth and lifted his lips again when his brother moved away.

"I'm not... I'm not sure that this... Nathan--"

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Nathan took Peter's words of uncertainty into consideration just long enough to hear them, then promptly ignore them.

"You don't need to be sure. You just stay right there. Trust me. If you don't like it, I'm sure you'll let me know," he said, giving Peter a small smile. Too much and Peter would bolt.

He commanded himself to go slowly as he pushed Peter's shirt up a bit, fingers brushing lightly over that slight bit of dark hair on his stomach. "There are some things you don't know about me, Peter," he said matter-of-factly, before he pulled Peter's belt open and lowered his zipper.

Nathan's heart hammered madly inside his chest now, and sweat beaded at his temples, but he didn't let any of it stop him. Not this close. Not even that annoying voice in his head that he was sure was his conscience. He slipped his hand inside Peter's boxers and took hold of him, not really surprised to find that none of this had affected him just yet.

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Peter blinked as he watched Nathan's hands on his belt. He had been about to ask what it was now that he didn't know about his brother when he felt that warm hand wrap around him. Peter was only human. He gasped, Nathan taking advantage of that to tug Peter's pants to his knees. The younger man was small and light enough to make that easy.

He tilted back his head. Peter Petrelli, no matter the mutation in his blood, in his very cells, was still just a young human man. He still responded to the touch as anyone else would have who was not entirely certain if he was disgusted by it or just pretty sure he ought to be.

Tilting back his chin to the ceiling, Peter whimpered, his toes toes curling in his sneakers.

"God--"

It had been almost half a year since anyone touched him like that.

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Nathan gazed down on his brother as he moved his hand back and forth over him. He knew it wasn't just his imagination when he felt that telltale jump, that sensitive flesh swiftly responding, the movements of his hand facilitating his brother's full erection.

Peter's body arched beautifully, his head tilted back, soft sounds escaping his lips. His mind may not have been sure about this, but his body had other ideas. As Nathan had expected.

"You all right over there?" Nathan asked, just a hint of a smirk curling at his lips. "Or are you still trying to figure out what that thing is you didn't know about me?" He stroked a little faster, his other hand tugging at Peter's shirt to get him to take it off.

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Truthfully, Peter had actually forgotten how to think for a few minutes. He probably couldn't even had told Nathan his own name if the man asked him. His mind was elsewhere, focused on the touch. The voice cut through the haze of what was such an illicit touch that it was probably for the best that he had shut down for the moment.

The tug on his shirt gave way to the motion Nathan wanted. In pulling off his shirt, he stretched the lean muscles of his torso, inadvertently showing off his deliciously toned body in the process.

When he managed to speak, Peter's voice was thick. "What...don't I know about you?"

Yeah, his innocence really was that cute.

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Nathan pulled his own shirt over his head, marveling at how different the two of them looked above the belt. Peter's skin was a few shades lighter than his, shoulders narrower, his chest completely free of hair except for a thin line over his abdominals that led down to the thick patch above his cock.

"You think you're the first man I've ever touched like this?" Nathan said, that smile still playing at his lips. Peter might be innocent, but he wasn't stupid.

He shed his own pants and underwear, thinking it was only fair for Peter to see him fully unclothed as well. If he wanted to look, that was. He didn't think much beyond that. He shouldn't, not if he didn't want it to get to him. The guilt was never too far from the forefront of his mind, especially when he made the impulsive decision to lean over his brother and press his lips to the sensitive place below the head of Peter's dick.

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Peter's eyes fluttered across Nathan. He didn't exactly feel a tingle or a need. Looking at him seemed normal. Natural. He'd seen Nathan naked before. Just last summer, before Heidi's accident, they'd all been at the lake and Nathan and Peter and the two boys had showered together in the small boat house.

It meant nothing to look, but the moment Nathan touched him, kissed him there, Peter forgot the breath.

"Aaaah," he whispered. It hadn't mattered who else Nathan did this with. Peter was not an overly jealous sort of man. He was too occupied trying to figure all of this out anyway.

What the hell was he going to let Nathan do?

Peter unfisted his hand from the sheets and moved it into Nathan's lengthened curls. "Jesus Christ, Nathan..."

...we're going to hell.

...just suck me hell off!

...please...please...please...

...get the fuck away from me!

...make me come...

All of the above? Was that an option?