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alwaysenduphere) wrote2008-02-14 04:13 pm
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Fic: Same Old Song and Dance
Title: Same Old Song and Dance
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkmerrick
Word Count: 3414
Rating: NC-17, incest, mostly, and OT3 of win.
Characters/Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter/Nathan, Peter/Claire, Peter/Nathan/Claire
Spoilers: um...None really...Peter can read minds, I guess. Other than that, it's pretty AU.
Summary: Um...I'm not sure there's really a plot, actually...
A/n: I think there's a special hell waiting for me.
x-posted
It’s not a relationship like any normal father and daughter have. They both know it, but it never stops them. It’s Claire’s turn to pick the location, and she decides on Nathan’s office. It’s a risky place, he argues, knowing that the entire family will be home that evening, but she gives him her best pouty face and argues that she wants a change from their usual hiding places.
She’s dressed up for the occasion, using some of that “proper lady” nonsense that Angela’s been teaching her about. Her hair’s curled to perfection, her make-up overdone and dramatic, accenting her cheekbones, and her red dress hits at just the right length. The right length when standing, that is. Because the moment she hops up onto Nathan’s oak desk, the dress becomes obscenely short, and gives him just the right view of her black lace panties to get him excited the moment he walks in the room. And she knows it.
He’s got a wicked grin on his face when he enters the room, and she knows that this is what he’s been looking forward to all night. All through dinner, under his calm and collected façade as she rubbed her feet against him underneath the table as Peter, Heidi, Angela, and the boys ate their steak oblivious. She knows he’s more than a little unnerved at her attempt to out them at dinner, a fact she also knows he’ll use to his advantage, make their time together all the more invigorating.
And oh, how he does.
He’s barely in the room before he’s ripping off her panties. She’s made a note to clean off the desk ahead of time, make it devoid of sharp objects that could make her uncomfortable as he presses himself on top of her. It was a brilliant plan, too, because the moment her panties are off, he’s certainly doing just that, all business and no talk.
It bothers her sometimes, how distant and business-like he is in fucking her. He treats her like a whore, she concedes, like her payment is the sheer fact that she belongs to him and he lets her stay, not for the reason that she’s his daughter and it’s his obligation.
But she’s not thinking about that now as he thrusts his way into her, setting a furious pace that she meets with him. It always hurts a little bit at first for her, the way there’s almost no prep time for either of them, how they just go at it like bunnies until one or the other screams out “that’s enough.” Screaming’s never a good part of their secretive relationship, so it’s the figurative stop word every good masochistic couple should have.
He stretches her wide every time he enters her, but that’s where her powers come in handy. Sure it’s painful at first, but she’s good as new moments later. Meaning that every time they go at it, it’s just like the first time all over again. Claire thinks that’s one of the reasons he keeps coming back. That and he can’t get enough of her, like he’s an addict needing a fix. She doesn’t bother to complain or argue; after all, she needs him too.
Needs him so badly that when he’s on top of her on the desk, her legs wrapped around his back, his pants at his ankles (they don’t take the time to undress now; its wasted seconds they could be doing something much more pleasurable), that she doesn’t even notice the creak of floorboards outside Nathan’s office, and neither does he. He’s found his stride, a frantic race toward completion, and she’s concentrating her hardest to keep up with him, as pleasure forces her to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. After all, stopping is the last thing she has on her mind at this point; screaming would be bad.
It’s Nathan who finally senses Peter’s presence; she thinks it must be through some sort of brotherly connection she’s not able to be privy to, family or not. He freezes mid-thrust, and Claire shivers, her body aching for him to continue, until she too notices Peter in the doorway.
He clears his throat.
Nathan just holds his position, and Claire can feel his arms vibrate with the pressure. He doesn’t turn to acknowledge Peter, doesn’t move a muscle voluntarily.
Eventually, Peter hoarsely says, “Goodnight,” and they both listen as he walks away.
Claire’s eyes are fixed on Nathan’s as he slowly begins resuming his pace. Her body writhes underneath of him, the momentary stalling of their lovemaking causing her to become ultra-sensitive.
Before long, they’re back to where they were before Peter walked in, the interruption forgotten. Claire’s mewling underneath Nathan, doing her best not to scream out in pleasure. Nathan’s face is fixed in concentration, riding his pleasure out till the end. Claire’s nails dig into his back, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t make a sound other than the occasional grunt.
They come together, her legs clasped around him like a vice grip, Nathan thrusting so hard into her she feels like he’ll split her open; it’s the way it always happens, and she wouldn’t give up the feeling for the world.
He stays on top of her for the briefest moment, gazing into her eyes, before pulling out. She figures it’s his idea of cuddling afterward, and even though she could do without it, it’s the one way she rationalizes that he actually cares for her.
He pulls up his pants and adjusts his tie before he leaves the room. Claire stays for several moments afterward, regaining her composure. She’s not able to do it nearly as quickly as Nathan can, but she’s getting better. After all, she’s getting plenty of practice, considering that tomorrow night will follow with much of the same.
**
Nathan picks her bedroom the next night, saying it’s a safe place after last night’s mishap. Neither mentions Peter, just that the office was indeed too public.
She doesn’t mind; after all, the queen-sized bed is a pleasant change from the hard surface of the oak desk. She thinks it’s true what they say, that a woman is much more comfortable having sex in her own bed than anywhere else, although she has to admit change is good, especially with Nathan. He always fucks her exactly the same way, so the scenery is the only variable, something she takes full advantage of. Her next idea is the back porch swing, and although she’s almost certain he’ll never go for it, she still will try.
He arrives punctually at midnight, like he always does. She’s already naked on the bed; with the privacy of her room, she can enjoy the feeling of the sheets on her skin as he drags her along them. For the first time in awhile, he notices and takes the time to remove his clothes as well before joining her on the bed.
She ogles him as he stands at the foot of it, the muscles under his skin pulsing with anticipation. She runs her eyes up and down over him, finally settling on the most noticeable pulsating body part. “Done appraising your prey?” He jokes, something unnatural to him, she notes.
“Just savoring the moment,” she replies, stretching a hand out to her. He takes it eagerly, and things resume between them as they always do.
Her legs lock around him as she nears her release, but she’s disappointed because it’s nowhere near as powerful as the one from the night before, which she credits to Nathan’s extended period still inside her. She imagines it’s probably not as good for him for the same reason, but he seems satisfied when he finishes along with her. He rolls off her as usual, but instead of hastily leaving the room, he stays on the bed beside her, his eyes fixed on hers, a stray hand across her breasts.
She’s off in her own thoughts, wondering about what it is that makes Nathan who he is and how he is, when she hears a familiar sound. Wondering if he locked the door, she looks to Nathan, whose eyes never leave hers as they both hear Peter clear his throat once again.
“It’s like déjà vu,” she giggles, the only thing she can think of to say, a lame attempt to lighten the mood, perhaps. Nathan’s steely eyes just fix on her face, and she can see he’s hoping to just make the problem go away with his unresponsiveness.
“I’m not going anywhere this time, Nathan.”
They’ve both forgotten mind-reading is one of Peter’s many skills, and they freeze. Nathan’s head finally swivels around in Peter’s direction, and he spits out, “Then what do you want? We’re kind of busy.”
It’s such an understatement, Claire realizes, such a cruel way to treat Peter, knowing that seeing them together is probably a huge shock.
Peter clears his throat again, an attempt in hiding what’s left of his boyish shyness. Before he starts to speak, Claire realizes what he’s going to say, and saves him the embarrassment of being rejected by his brother.
“You want to join in, don’t you?”
He gives her a quizzical look. “Let’s just say I know the signs,” she says as her eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants. Realizing it’s no longer secret, he nods, his voice still not quite there.
Nathan’s face twists into a look of incredulousness, and he starts to sputter something out, but Claire places a hand on his chest which forces him to look at her as she says, “I think something can be arranged.”
It’s such a mature statement, even for her, that she reminds herself of Angela Petrelli herself, a thought Peter must catch when he quickly responds, “You’re nothing like her.”
“Enough.” Nathan’s stern voice is enough to send Peter recoiling like a hurt puppy, and he almost turns and walks away. Claire can feel Nathan’s muscular core go slack beneath her hand as he grits out, “You’ve come this far. Don’t turn away now.”
Claire’s eyes widen and meet Peters’, as he looks for acceptance between the both of them. She nods at him; her surprise isn’t over him wanting to join. After all, she’s had feelings for him for months, but her complicated relationship with Nathan had kept her from admitting them out loud. She’s more surprised by Nathan’s willingness to comply with Peter than anything else, to change the monotonous routine they’ve developed. She wonders if he, too, is becoming bored with their repetitive style of connection, wonders if his slightly unusual behavior this evening was her first sign. That is, she wonders until Peter strips and climbs onto the bed with them.
She feels Nathan momentarily stiffen, obviously uncomfortable with being in bed with another naked man. She knows how hard it is for Nathan to share her; or at least she thinks she does, until she realizes that he’s becoming hard again as he’s staring at Peter crawling toward them on the bed. It clicks for her then, and she puts more pressure on Nathan’s chest. He looks down. “Peter?” she whispers, knowing full well the message relayed behind the word. Nathan nods, and for a moment, Claire understands his closed-off way of dealing with life even better, since she too had spent the last months compartmentalizing her feelings toward Peter.
Peter’s finally within arms reach for her, and so she reaches out to him with her free hand, her other hand never leaving Nathan’s chest. Claire smiles then, one of the first smiles she’s ever broken around Nathan, and as she looks up at his face, she sees the start of one beginning on his face, as he reaches out to Peter as well.
Pulling Peter close to her, Claire kisses him like she’s never kissed anyone before, not even Nathan. It’s a mixture of want and need, and a relief of the suspense she’s had for so many months wondering what it would be like. It’s like nothing else in the world. Their tongues fight with each other in a deadly duel, and it seems Peter’s finally found his assertive side as he lets go of Nathan’s hand and starts exploring Claire’s body. She shivers at his touch.
When one of his fingertips brushes her nipple, she involuntarily clenches the hand still resting on Nathan’s chest, and he elicits a slight moan. Realizing there’s one more member of their party not currently being satisfied, Claire breaks the kiss with Peter, panting, and ushers him in Nathan’s direction.
Nathan grins then, the first real grin she’s seen on his face since they’ve begun their little song and dance, and she wonders just how invested he is in his brother. Her question is answered when Nathan says, “It’s been a long time, Peter.”
And Peter nods, “I’ve missed you, Nathan,” he responds, and Claire’s left with nothing to do other than watch, awestruck, as the two men collide with each other so hard and so quickly she’s amazed there’s no accompanying sound, as she’s the one left out. But she doesn’t mind. After all, she wanted change, and now she’s sure as hell got it.
She watches as the two men ravage each other, lips locking in an embrace they obviously haven’t seen in years, their hands roaming each others’ bodies like pirates searching for treasure. She lets out a little gasp when Peter slides down to Nathan’s crotch and takes Nathan in his mouth. Nathan hears her, and his eyes open and meet her wonder-filled ones.
“Peter, I think we’re forgetting about someone,” he says. She’s surprised he’s bothering to try and include her; the Nathan she’s used to never interrupts a pleasurable experience, and she wonders if he indeed intends to change from now on.
Peter looks up at her, his mouth still around Nathan’s cock, and he gives her a quizzical look. She wishes he’d stop reading her thoughts. He slides his mouth off of Nathan but doesn’t say a word as he crawls his way back over to her. He plants a soft kiss on her mouth, and she notes it tastes like Nathan. Then he trails kisses across her cheek and down her neck, pausing to nibble on her ear as he whispers, “Change is good, isn’t it?” There’s a mysterious side of Peter being revealed as he nips and kisses her skin across her chest, and she finds herself loving him even more.
She’s focused on the sensation of Peter’s lips across her stomach when Nathan captures her mouth with his. It’s a completely different sensation than Peter’s kisses, one she’s used to, one she loves just as equally. It’s like he’s sucking the life out of her, but she doesn’t complain at all.
Nathan’s hands follow behind Peter’s tongue, rubbing her and caressing her until she thinks her senses are going to overload, and they almost do the moment Peter’s tongue meets her sensitive point. Her hips buck off the silky sheets, and she can feel Nathan smiling against her lips. He pulls away just a bit and mumbles, “Peter’s really good at what he does, trust me,” and then captures her lips once again, his hands still roaming her body.
Nathan’s got her nipples in his hands and Peter’s busy at work down below, and before she knows it, she’s screaming into Nathan’s mouth with an explosion of orgasm like she’s never felt before. Peter teases her once more after she comes, and she’s sure she can’t take anymore.
That is, until Nathan reaches down to Peter and kisses Peter’s mouth and then growls at her, “Tastes like you, lover.” She knows Nathan’s not satisfied enough and he wants to be, and when Nathan wants something, he gets it right then and there. Peter must know it too, because he resumes sucking Nathan off, and she’s too worn out to do anything but watch them in awe.
Eventually she finds herself moving toward Nathan, and it’s a sheer reversal of positions, as her mouth’s on his and he’s groaning into her. The rhythmic sucking sound she hears from Peter is enough to make her more aroused than she already is.
Nathan’s moaning into her mouth so loudly she has to bite his lip to remind him to keep it down because they can still be caught. He stops moaning and instead bites her lip to keep himself quiet, and she’s okay with it because it’s a reminder of how things usually are with them. When he comes, his whole body vibrating next to her, he bites so hard it bleeds, but she moans right along with him because she’s never seen him so relaxed.
He finally breaks off the kiss, his usually stern face completely relaxed. He grins, “I think there’s one person left who’s not been satisfied,” and Claire starts to wonder if she’s going to see Nathan go down on Peter. She only needs to glimpse at Peter’s face to see he’s wondering the same thing, but they both realize different when Nathan climbs out from between them and shoves the two together. “They say new experiences are good every once in awhile. I’ll let you two at it.”
Claire looks at Peter, wide-eyed, and in an instant, he’s back to the timid soul he was standing in the doorway. He looks from her to Nathan and back before saying, “Claire…”
But she interrupts him. “Peter, I want you. I’ve wanted you for awhile.” She hopes it’s the only cue he needs.
And it is, because he takes her, and loses all his inhibitions as he thrusts himself inside her. She bucks into him; he feels completely different from Nathan, fills her up like she’s never been filled before. It’s a new experience to her as well, already wet and sensitive, no friction like she usually experiences with Nathan. She’s already so sensitive it’s not long until she’s coming again, biting her own lip so as not to scream.
Nathan notices and again kisses her fiercely, muffling her screams. She grips his chest wildly with on hand, her other grasping at the sheets as Peter frantically slams into her. It’s barely minutes before she’s orgasming again, her scream muffled by Nathan. Peter gives several fast thrusts into her as he comes as well, collapsing on top of her in the process.
None of them move for awhile, Peter on top of her breathing heavily, his face buried in her neck, Nathan alongside them, drawing little circles on Peter’s back.
Claire squeezes Nathan’s hand as Peter eventually rolls off her, and she shivers as her sweaty body comes in contact with the air. Nathan laughs at her then, and she looks at him and jokingly asks, “Who are you?”
He just laughs harder at her and says, “Sometimes, change is good.”
She looks from him to Peter’s grinning face, and it clicks. “You guys…planned this?”
“Well…no. But Peter had mentioned how he’d caught you wishing we wouldn’t be so monotonous anymore. I wasn’t expecting him to come looking to help, though,” Nathan says, repressing his laughter.
“So…Peter knew about us? He didn’t find out last night?”
“I suspected, especially when I caught some of your stray thoughts at dinner last night,” A look of horror passes over Claire’s face as Peter grimaces. “Sorry, sometimes you just think so loud. When I saw the two of you last night, I was shocked, to say the least, but it just confirmed my suspicions. I have to admit, I was more than jealous. Which is why, I guess, I wondered my way up here. I don’t know what I expected when I got here, but this is more than satisfactory.”
Claire lets out a breathy chuckle. “Definitely more than satisfactory.” She looks to Nathan, who nods in agreement.
“Definitely. I think we could possibly arrange for this “change” to take place again sometime.”
“Change is GOOD,” she emphasizes, then curls up between the two men. “But I’m exhausted, so I’m gonna call it a night.”
Peter huffs then, as Nathan says, “Your night might be over, but ours is just beginning.”
She looks at Nathan curiously, as he kisses her lightly and then crawls over her to Peter. The last thing she hears before falling asleep is the sound of the two men kissing, and she knows it will make for some pleasant dreams.
**
Author:
darkmerrickWord Count: 3414
Rating: NC-17, incest, mostly, and OT3 of win.
Characters/Pairing: Nathan/Claire, Peter/Nathan, Peter/Claire, Peter/Nathan/Claire
Spoilers: um...None really...Peter can read minds, I guess. Other than that, it's pretty AU.
Summary: Um...I'm not sure there's really a plot, actually...
A/n: I think there's a special hell waiting for me.
x-posted
It’s not a relationship like any normal father and daughter have. They both know it, but it never stops them. It’s Claire’s turn to pick the location, and she decides on Nathan’s office. It’s a risky place, he argues, knowing that the entire family will be home that evening, but she gives him her best pouty face and argues that she wants a change from their usual hiding places.
She’s dressed up for the occasion, using some of that “proper lady” nonsense that Angela’s been teaching her about. Her hair’s curled to perfection, her make-up overdone and dramatic, accenting her cheekbones, and her red dress hits at just the right length. The right length when standing, that is. Because the moment she hops up onto Nathan’s oak desk, the dress becomes obscenely short, and gives him just the right view of her black lace panties to get him excited the moment he walks in the room. And she knows it.
He’s got a wicked grin on his face when he enters the room, and she knows that this is what he’s been looking forward to all night. All through dinner, under his calm and collected façade as she rubbed her feet against him underneath the table as Peter, Heidi, Angela, and the boys ate their steak oblivious. She knows he’s more than a little unnerved at her attempt to out them at dinner, a fact she also knows he’ll use to his advantage, make their time together all the more invigorating.
And oh, how he does.
He’s barely in the room before he’s ripping off her panties. She’s made a note to clean off the desk ahead of time, make it devoid of sharp objects that could make her uncomfortable as he presses himself on top of her. It was a brilliant plan, too, because the moment her panties are off, he’s certainly doing just that, all business and no talk.
It bothers her sometimes, how distant and business-like he is in fucking her. He treats her like a whore, she concedes, like her payment is the sheer fact that she belongs to him and he lets her stay, not for the reason that she’s his daughter and it’s his obligation.
But she’s not thinking about that now as he thrusts his way into her, setting a furious pace that she meets with him. It always hurts a little bit at first for her, the way there’s almost no prep time for either of them, how they just go at it like bunnies until one or the other screams out “that’s enough.” Screaming’s never a good part of their secretive relationship, so it’s the figurative stop word every good masochistic couple should have.
He stretches her wide every time he enters her, but that’s where her powers come in handy. Sure it’s painful at first, but she’s good as new moments later. Meaning that every time they go at it, it’s just like the first time all over again. Claire thinks that’s one of the reasons he keeps coming back. That and he can’t get enough of her, like he’s an addict needing a fix. She doesn’t bother to complain or argue; after all, she needs him too.
Needs him so badly that when he’s on top of her on the desk, her legs wrapped around his back, his pants at his ankles (they don’t take the time to undress now; its wasted seconds they could be doing something much more pleasurable), that she doesn’t even notice the creak of floorboards outside Nathan’s office, and neither does he. He’s found his stride, a frantic race toward completion, and she’s concentrating her hardest to keep up with him, as pleasure forces her to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. After all, stopping is the last thing she has on her mind at this point; screaming would be bad.
It’s Nathan who finally senses Peter’s presence; she thinks it must be through some sort of brotherly connection she’s not able to be privy to, family or not. He freezes mid-thrust, and Claire shivers, her body aching for him to continue, until she too notices Peter in the doorway.
He clears his throat.
Nathan just holds his position, and Claire can feel his arms vibrate with the pressure. He doesn’t turn to acknowledge Peter, doesn’t move a muscle voluntarily.
Eventually, Peter hoarsely says, “Goodnight,” and they both listen as he walks away.
Claire’s eyes are fixed on Nathan’s as he slowly begins resuming his pace. Her body writhes underneath of him, the momentary stalling of their lovemaking causing her to become ultra-sensitive.
Before long, they’re back to where they were before Peter walked in, the interruption forgotten. Claire’s mewling underneath Nathan, doing her best not to scream out in pleasure. Nathan’s face is fixed in concentration, riding his pleasure out till the end. Claire’s nails dig into his back, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t make a sound other than the occasional grunt.
They come together, her legs clasped around him like a vice grip, Nathan thrusting so hard into her she feels like he’ll split her open; it’s the way it always happens, and she wouldn’t give up the feeling for the world.
He stays on top of her for the briefest moment, gazing into her eyes, before pulling out. She figures it’s his idea of cuddling afterward, and even though she could do without it, it’s the one way she rationalizes that he actually cares for her.
He pulls up his pants and adjusts his tie before he leaves the room. Claire stays for several moments afterward, regaining her composure. She’s not able to do it nearly as quickly as Nathan can, but she’s getting better. After all, she’s getting plenty of practice, considering that tomorrow night will follow with much of the same.
**
Nathan picks her bedroom the next night, saying it’s a safe place after last night’s mishap. Neither mentions Peter, just that the office was indeed too public.
She doesn’t mind; after all, the queen-sized bed is a pleasant change from the hard surface of the oak desk. She thinks it’s true what they say, that a woman is much more comfortable having sex in her own bed than anywhere else, although she has to admit change is good, especially with Nathan. He always fucks her exactly the same way, so the scenery is the only variable, something she takes full advantage of. Her next idea is the back porch swing, and although she’s almost certain he’ll never go for it, she still will try.
He arrives punctually at midnight, like he always does. She’s already naked on the bed; with the privacy of her room, she can enjoy the feeling of the sheets on her skin as he drags her along them. For the first time in awhile, he notices and takes the time to remove his clothes as well before joining her on the bed.
She ogles him as he stands at the foot of it, the muscles under his skin pulsing with anticipation. She runs her eyes up and down over him, finally settling on the most noticeable pulsating body part. “Done appraising your prey?” He jokes, something unnatural to him, she notes.
“Just savoring the moment,” she replies, stretching a hand out to her. He takes it eagerly, and things resume between them as they always do.
Her legs lock around him as she nears her release, but she’s disappointed because it’s nowhere near as powerful as the one from the night before, which she credits to Nathan’s extended period still inside her. She imagines it’s probably not as good for him for the same reason, but he seems satisfied when he finishes along with her. He rolls off her as usual, but instead of hastily leaving the room, he stays on the bed beside her, his eyes fixed on hers, a stray hand across her breasts.
She’s off in her own thoughts, wondering about what it is that makes Nathan who he is and how he is, when she hears a familiar sound. Wondering if he locked the door, she looks to Nathan, whose eyes never leave hers as they both hear Peter clear his throat once again.
“It’s like déjà vu,” she giggles, the only thing she can think of to say, a lame attempt to lighten the mood, perhaps. Nathan’s steely eyes just fix on her face, and she can see he’s hoping to just make the problem go away with his unresponsiveness.
“I’m not going anywhere this time, Nathan.”
They’ve both forgotten mind-reading is one of Peter’s many skills, and they freeze. Nathan’s head finally swivels around in Peter’s direction, and he spits out, “Then what do you want? We’re kind of busy.”
It’s such an understatement, Claire realizes, such a cruel way to treat Peter, knowing that seeing them together is probably a huge shock.
Peter clears his throat again, an attempt in hiding what’s left of his boyish shyness. Before he starts to speak, Claire realizes what he’s going to say, and saves him the embarrassment of being rejected by his brother.
“You want to join in, don’t you?”
He gives her a quizzical look. “Let’s just say I know the signs,” she says as her eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants. Realizing it’s no longer secret, he nods, his voice still not quite there.
Nathan’s face twists into a look of incredulousness, and he starts to sputter something out, but Claire places a hand on his chest which forces him to look at her as she says, “I think something can be arranged.”
It’s such a mature statement, even for her, that she reminds herself of Angela Petrelli herself, a thought Peter must catch when he quickly responds, “You’re nothing like her.”
“Enough.” Nathan’s stern voice is enough to send Peter recoiling like a hurt puppy, and he almost turns and walks away. Claire can feel Nathan’s muscular core go slack beneath her hand as he grits out, “You’ve come this far. Don’t turn away now.”
Claire’s eyes widen and meet Peters’, as he looks for acceptance between the both of them. She nods at him; her surprise isn’t over him wanting to join. After all, she’s had feelings for him for months, but her complicated relationship with Nathan had kept her from admitting them out loud. She’s more surprised by Nathan’s willingness to comply with Peter than anything else, to change the monotonous routine they’ve developed. She wonders if he, too, is becoming bored with their repetitive style of connection, wonders if his slightly unusual behavior this evening was her first sign. That is, she wonders until Peter strips and climbs onto the bed with them.
She feels Nathan momentarily stiffen, obviously uncomfortable with being in bed with another naked man. She knows how hard it is for Nathan to share her; or at least she thinks she does, until she realizes that he’s becoming hard again as he’s staring at Peter crawling toward them on the bed. It clicks for her then, and she puts more pressure on Nathan’s chest. He looks down. “Peter?” she whispers, knowing full well the message relayed behind the word. Nathan nods, and for a moment, Claire understands his closed-off way of dealing with life even better, since she too had spent the last months compartmentalizing her feelings toward Peter.
Peter’s finally within arms reach for her, and so she reaches out to him with her free hand, her other hand never leaving Nathan’s chest. Claire smiles then, one of the first smiles she’s ever broken around Nathan, and as she looks up at his face, she sees the start of one beginning on his face, as he reaches out to Peter as well.
Pulling Peter close to her, Claire kisses him like she’s never kissed anyone before, not even Nathan. It’s a mixture of want and need, and a relief of the suspense she’s had for so many months wondering what it would be like. It’s like nothing else in the world. Their tongues fight with each other in a deadly duel, and it seems Peter’s finally found his assertive side as he lets go of Nathan’s hand and starts exploring Claire’s body. She shivers at his touch.
When one of his fingertips brushes her nipple, she involuntarily clenches the hand still resting on Nathan’s chest, and he elicits a slight moan. Realizing there’s one more member of their party not currently being satisfied, Claire breaks the kiss with Peter, panting, and ushers him in Nathan’s direction.
Nathan grins then, the first real grin she’s seen on his face since they’ve begun their little song and dance, and she wonders just how invested he is in his brother. Her question is answered when Nathan says, “It’s been a long time, Peter.”
And Peter nods, “I’ve missed you, Nathan,” he responds, and Claire’s left with nothing to do other than watch, awestruck, as the two men collide with each other so hard and so quickly she’s amazed there’s no accompanying sound, as she’s the one left out. But she doesn’t mind. After all, she wanted change, and now she’s sure as hell got it.
She watches as the two men ravage each other, lips locking in an embrace they obviously haven’t seen in years, their hands roaming each others’ bodies like pirates searching for treasure. She lets out a little gasp when Peter slides down to Nathan’s crotch and takes Nathan in his mouth. Nathan hears her, and his eyes open and meet her wonder-filled ones.
“Peter, I think we’re forgetting about someone,” he says. She’s surprised he’s bothering to try and include her; the Nathan she’s used to never interrupts a pleasurable experience, and she wonders if he indeed intends to change from now on.
Peter looks up at her, his mouth still around Nathan’s cock, and he gives her a quizzical look. She wishes he’d stop reading her thoughts. He slides his mouth off of Nathan but doesn’t say a word as he crawls his way back over to her. He plants a soft kiss on her mouth, and she notes it tastes like Nathan. Then he trails kisses across her cheek and down her neck, pausing to nibble on her ear as he whispers, “Change is good, isn’t it?” There’s a mysterious side of Peter being revealed as he nips and kisses her skin across her chest, and she finds herself loving him even more.
She’s focused on the sensation of Peter’s lips across her stomach when Nathan captures her mouth with his. It’s a completely different sensation than Peter’s kisses, one she’s used to, one she loves just as equally. It’s like he’s sucking the life out of her, but she doesn’t complain at all.
Nathan’s hands follow behind Peter’s tongue, rubbing her and caressing her until she thinks her senses are going to overload, and they almost do the moment Peter’s tongue meets her sensitive point. Her hips buck off the silky sheets, and she can feel Nathan smiling against her lips. He pulls away just a bit and mumbles, “Peter’s really good at what he does, trust me,” and then captures her lips once again, his hands still roaming her body.
Nathan’s got her nipples in his hands and Peter’s busy at work down below, and before she knows it, she’s screaming into Nathan’s mouth with an explosion of orgasm like she’s never felt before. Peter teases her once more after she comes, and she’s sure she can’t take anymore.
That is, until Nathan reaches down to Peter and kisses Peter’s mouth and then growls at her, “Tastes like you, lover.” She knows Nathan’s not satisfied enough and he wants to be, and when Nathan wants something, he gets it right then and there. Peter must know it too, because he resumes sucking Nathan off, and she’s too worn out to do anything but watch them in awe.
Eventually she finds herself moving toward Nathan, and it’s a sheer reversal of positions, as her mouth’s on his and he’s groaning into her. The rhythmic sucking sound she hears from Peter is enough to make her more aroused than she already is.
Nathan’s moaning into her mouth so loudly she has to bite his lip to remind him to keep it down because they can still be caught. He stops moaning and instead bites her lip to keep himself quiet, and she’s okay with it because it’s a reminder of how things usually are with them. When he comes, his whole body vibrating next to her, he bites so hard it bleeds, but she moans right along with him because she’s never seen him so relaxed.
He finally breaks off the kiss, his usually stern face completely relaxed. He grins, “I think there’s one person left who’s not been satisfied,” and Claire starts to wonder if she’s going to see Nathan go down on Peter. She only needs to glimpse at Peter’s face to see he’s wondering the same thing, but they both realize different when Nathan climbs out from between them and shoves the two together. “They say new experiences are good every once in awhile. I’ll let you two at it.”
Claire looks at Peter, wide-eyed, and in an instant, he’s back to the timid soul he was standing in the doorway. He looks from her to Nathan and back before saying, “Claire…”
But she interrupts him. “Peter, I want you. I’ve wanted you for awhile.” She hopes it’s the only cue he needs.
And it is, because he takes her, and loses all his inhibitions as he thrusts himself inside her. She bucks into him; he feels completely different from Nathan, fills her up like she’s never been filled before. It’s a new experience to her as well, already wet and sensitive, no friction like she usually experiences with Nathan. She’s already so sensitive it’s not long until she’s coming again, biting her own lip so as not to scream.
Nathan notices and again kisses her fiercely, muffling her screams. She grips his chest wildly with on hand, her other grasping at the sheets as Peter frantically slams into her. It’s barely minutes before she’s orgasming again, her scream muffled by Nathan. Peter gives several fast thrusts into her as he comes as well, collapsing on top of her in the process.
None of them move for awhile, Peter on top of her breathing heavily, his face buried in her neck, Nathan alongside them, drawing little circles on Peter’s back.
Claire squeezes Nathan’s hand as Peter eventually rolls off her, and she shivers as her sweaty body comes in contact with the air. Nathan laughs at her then, and she looks at him and jokingly asks, “Who are you?”
He just laughs harder at her and says, “Sometimes, change is good.”
She looks from him to Peter’s grinning face, and it clicks. “You guys…planned this?”
“Well…no. But Peter had mentioned how he’d caught you wishing we wouldn’t be so monotonous anymore. I wasn’t expecting him to come looking to help, though,” Nathan says, repressing his laughter.
“So…Peter knew about us? He didn’t find out last night?”
“I suspected, especially when I caught some of your stray thoughts at dinner last night,” A look of horror passes over Claire’s face as Peter grimaces. “Sorry, sometimes you just think so loud. When I saw the two of you last night, I was shocked, to say the least, but it just confirmed my suspicions. I have to admit, I was more than jealous. Which is why, I guess, I wondered my way up here. I don’t know what I expected when I got here, but this is more than satisfactory.”
Claire lets out a breathy chuckle. “Definitely more than satisfactory.” She looks to Nathan, who nods in agreement.
“Definitely. I think we could possibly arrange for this “change” to take place again sometime.”
“Change is GOOD,” she emphasizes, then curls up between the two men. “But I’m exhausted, so I’m gonna call it a night.”
Peter huffs then, as Nathan says, “Your night might be over, but ours is just beginning.”
She looks at Nathan curiously, as he kisses her lightly and then crawls over her to Peter. The last thing she hears before falling asleep is the sound of the two men kissing, and she knows it will make for some pleasant dreams.
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