The Aphrodisiac Power

[chimeramimicry]

((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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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.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

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?