By Fabrisse
Date: 12/02/2007
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Nathan/Peter
Category: PWP
Season/Episode: Pre-Season 1
Spoilers: None
Word count: About 1350
Warnings: Teenaged Masturbatory fantasy of an incestuous relationship, voyeurism of het sex
Summary: Peter thinks of Nathan
Notes: This is unbetaed. I was starting a story with another kink for a challenge. It wasn't working, but someone mentioned swimming pools in a comment on another story. I pulled this out of the challenge fic and finished it as a stand-alone PWP – which in this case means Porn With Pool.
There were so many things Peter wanted.
It was a blustery March day when he met Nathan outside the Boys and Girls club. Peter worked there as a lifeguard. Tuesdays and Wednesdays from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m., he monitored the free swim time. Saturday mornings, he taught beginning swimming to the five and six year olds.
He'd started back in January because Nathan had been volunteering there for years. Summer breaks he'd worked as a lifeguard, like Peter was doing now.
These days, Nathan took off early one day a week to tutor high school kids in math. He'd been doing it since he started at the D.A.'s office and all of his students had gotten at least a 450 on their math SATs. As a perk, he was allowed to use the pool during the free swim. He generally showed up about twenty minutes before Peter was able to leave.
As soon as Peter's relief came on duty, he'd jump in the pool and swim laps until Nathan was ready to go.
After a quick shower, they'd head out for dinner and Nathan would make certain Peter made it to the front door of their parents place before heading home.
It was a simple routine, one they fell into easily. Peter's problem was that he wanted.
The first couple of weeks, Peter was learning the ropes. Dinner with Nathan afterward let them talk about things they saw or heard – both good and bad – that wouldn't be acceptable at their mother's table.
By the third week, Peter began to notice when Nathan arrived. It was hard to miss him. At twenty seven, Nathan's shoulders were broad, his waist was narrow, and his legs seemed longer than his actual height allowed. Some of the teenagers at the club worked out and had larger muscles than Nathan. Many of the kids were taller than Nathan. But none had his perfect proportions, his ability to seem dangerous wearing only a bathing suit, or his aura of masculinity.
Some of the teenaged girls had obvious crushes on Nathan – probably a few of the boys too. But he deflected them appropriately and swam his laps.
Peter swam too, and he admitted that a few of the girls were looking at him both in and out of the pool.
They ended each week with a single length race in the freestyle. When Nathan was ready to leave he'd wait at one end of the pool until Peter stopped, then they'd turn and nod at the same time and take off for the other end.
All of it was good. But the absolute best moment came when Nathan got out of the water. The water ran down Nathan's body, rivulets running between the muscles changing with every step or gesture. It was gorgeous, fascinating. For just a moment under the harsh artificial lights every droplet seemed to sparkle suspended from the dark hair on Nathan's body.
In the locker room, they'd shower quickly and get dressed to go home. Peter put on his clothes faster than Nathan did, so he watched as towel dried his hair and then dressed. It was rare to see Nathan without a tie these days. Come summer, depending on Nathan's love life, they'd spend more Saturdays together, and Peter would get to see Nathan dressed casually. In the winter, it was only these nights when Nathan put the suit he'd worn during the day back on and put his tie in his pocket. The open collar was like a little glimpse of a free Nathan.
"You really should find a way to dry your hair. Ma will kill me if you catch something because your hair froze." Nathan interrupted Peter's reverie.
"Just because you were in the military, you think everyone should have short enough hair to dry it with a towel."
"It's handy. Want to take home Chinese food rather than eat out?"
"Make it Thai, and I'm good."
***
When Nathan left that night, Peter went to bed right after finishing his homework.
He was already half hard while he was brushing his teeth, watching the water swirl down the drain. Under the covers, the picture of Nathan pushing himself out of the pool came back to him, and his erection began to ache with the need to be touched.
Pictures floated through his mind of Nathan doing the butterfly stroke the movement of his hips echoing the movement of thrusting. They'd all spent a week with friends in Martinique just after New Year's. In the midst of all the grey of a New York winter, the vibrant colors and warm water had been a blessed respite.
Peter wasn't supposed to know that Nathan was involved with one of Mr. Franck's daughters, but he had eyes and noticed the way they looked at each other. The great thing about the vacation was that he'd been allowed to have one of the house Vespas as his own transportation. He'd explored the island on his own and found all sorts of beautiful places to swim.
Exploring one of the waterfalls he'd found earlier in the week, he'd come across Nathan and Katje. They were skinny dipping in the surprisingly still pool in front of the waterfall. Peter could see Nathan's too white butt bob out of the water, and he was teasing Katje by swimming closer to her without touching.
Katje finally gave up and grabbed Nathan's ears pulling him into a kiss. They trod water facing each other leaning in for little licks and nibbles and longer kisses. About the third time they'd started to sink because they were concentrating more on making out than swimming, Nathan inclined his head over toward the bank.
Nathan helped Katje out of the water, and Peter saw her whole body like a living classical sculpture, full round hips, a slim waist, and perfect breasts with firm nipples. He'd gone hard quickly at the sight of all that dark, warm skin.
Then Nathan pulled himself out of the water, and Peter's mouth went dry. He'd seen Nathan naked in gym showers, but he'd never really looked. And even if he'd looked, Peter knew he wasn't going to see Nathan like this – erect, his cock dark with blood, glistening from the water and maybe from the moisture pooling at his slit.
Peter was far enough away that he couldn't hear them, but he saw Katje pull Nathan to her, he saw their bodies come together, and he watched as they rolled on the blanket with their hips moving in an ancient rhythm.
He wondered what it was like to have Nathan so close to feel the water dripping from one body to the other, sweat and swimming mingling together. Peter had barely opened his fly before he came on the grass.
Now, he imagined swimming around Nathan and wondered if his brother would be able to tell the difference between the warm water swirling over his naked body and Peter's hot wet tongue licking his skin. Would he even want to come up for air with Nathan exploding on his tongue?
Peter brought his fingertips to his lips and licked them.
Alone in his bed he wondered how seals or dolphins mated. Could he slide under Nathan, brush their aching erections together, feel Nathan pounding between his thighs? Would they crest as they came finally breathing air, sharing breath, held together while shattering apart?
Peter's hand moved faster along his cock, his hips moving in counterpoint.
In his mind, the water permeated his skin like love cocooning him, like Nathan hugging him. They didn't need air just the love flowing from one to the other churning around them like white water from a waterfall.
He thought he would feel ashamed coming with his brother's name on his lips. But the last thought he had as his orgasm washed over him was love.
Nathan was always love.