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Brother's Keeper	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Brother's Keeper
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
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Chapter 2

The following morning, Nathan awoke feeling refreshed and comfortable. He would willingly lie there for another few hours if he could. However, as he moved to look for his watch, he realized very quickly that he suddenly had very little room to move about. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the sleeping body next to him and realized Peter was snuggled up against him. When the hell did that happen?
"Peter?" he murmured, not wanting to give the boy too rude of an awakening. The younger man squirmed for a few seconds and gave a little sleepy sigh before resuming his slumber.
"Hey buddy, wake up," Nathan said with a nudge. "Have a nightmare?
The teenager finally lifted his head, although his eyes were completely covered by his long bangs. "Maybe..." he murmured. "Couldn't sleep."
"Oh... I'm sorry if I scared you that bad last night," Nathan confessed. "I thought it'd be fun."
"Whatever..." Peter said with a loud yawn. His breath, not smelling too fresh, washed over Nathan's face.
"What time is it...? I wanna sleep some more..." He collapsed back onto his brother's chest, and Nathan realized their legs were also tangled up. Something warm - warmer than the rest of Peter - was pressing against his upper thigh, and it didn't take Nathan long to figure out that it was Peter's cock. And judging from how it felt, his baby brother had a boner.
Clearing his throat at the awkward matter, Nathan lifted the sleeping bag flap and looked at the erection "Wish I had that sort of stamina."
Following his brother's gaze, Peter caught sight of what was poking the other man in the leg and his face went bright red. He turned over and tried to get away, though this was not an easy task when he was sharing a sleeping bag with someone else.
"Hey, hey," Nathan exclaimed, grabbing his brother's arm. "There's no need to be embarrassed. It happens. Used to happen to me. Sometimes it still does. You want me to leave you alone for a few minutes?"
Peter curled up a bit as though in an attempt to hide his hard-on. "I'm fine."
"You won't be if you ignore it and end up with blue-balls."
Grimacing, Peter finally accepted the offer and waited until his big brother had left the tent. He stimulated himself to a quick but powerful orgasm with a few hard strokes of his fist, spilling all over his hand and the sleeping bag he was sitting on.
Fortunately it was his own and not Nathan's. Peter could hear his big brother's movements outside the tent, and the sounds told him that Nathan was packing up their camp. Still flushed all over, Peter wiped his sticky hand on yesterday's T-shirt.
Nathan had been surprisingly understanding about his... situation, and Peter was relieved that his brother had believed this to be a simple case of a teenager's overactive hormones. Nathan did not need to know that Peter had used thoughts of him to get himself off... yet. Now was not the time for such a revelation.
Face still flushed, Peter stuck his head out and immediately his brother sent him a broad grin.
"You ready to come out and face the world?" Nathan teased.
Somewhat reluctantly, Peter exited the tent, his cock limp and hopefully staying that way.
*
An hour later, the car was packed and once more on the road. The radio played at a low volume as Nathan drove and Peter sat in the front seat, glancing over the large map unfolded on his crossed legs. Nathan tried to initiate several conversations, but his brother only gave short answers and nothing else.
Fifteen minutes later, Nathan grew bored of low rattles of FM music. "You're awfully quiet today."
"Mmm."
"It's about this morning, isn't it?" Nathan asked. "I totally understand, Pete. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything."
"No... it's not that," Peter insisted, staring out the window. "I'm just really tired. Couldn't get much sleep."
"Good thing I only told you one story," the older man said with a smirk. "You're welcome to sleep with me again if you're scared," he added. "But please wear shorts next time so you won't get pre-come all over me."
"Could you please stop teasing me about that?" Peter snapped. "I... I must've had a dream, or something."
"Hey, you're eighteen," Nathan said. "It's perfectly normal. Whenever you need some alone time, just say the word."
Peter bit his lip, summoning the courage to ask the question he had in mind. It was now or never, he decided. "Nathan... Do you ever do it?"
"What? Jack off?"
"Yeah..."
A short, ironic bark of laughter was the lawyer's initial response. "Hey, I'm thirty-one, not dead!" he chuckled. "Although not as frequently as you do, I suspect."
"Do you think of Heidi when you do?"
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Peter wanted to take them back. He glanced at Nathan, who had a peculiar, puzzled look on his face. When the older man looked his way, Peter continued to stare at the map, feeling his face become flushed once more.
After a pause, Nathan answered. "Yeah, sure... sometimes. Sometimes it's someone I've seen on TV or a movie, sometimes it's a lady I've made up in my head. And sometimes, like more when I was your age, I could just think about masturbating and only that would get me hard."
"Oh," Peter said, trying to sound interested and failing miserably.
"Just curious, but why do you ask?"
"Didn't know what to talk about."
"That's fine. We don't have to talk. How about some music?"
Peter managed a smile, though his face was still red. "Okay."
They crossed the Pennsylvania state border later in the day, and Peter once again wanted to stop by at a fast food restaurant for lunch. This time, however, Nathan blankly refused.
"That's not the point of being out camping," he explained when Peter demanded a reason. "You can go eat at McDonald's, Burger King, or at any other trash place whenever you want to at home. Today you're gonna have to do with canned soup and a hot dog from the cooler."
"Asshole..." Peter muttered sourly.
"It's not like you have any money, anyway. I'd have to pay for whatever you choose to pig out on, you little brat!"
"Canned soup is gross..."
"I won't force-feed you," Nathan said with a shrug. "If you wanna starve, that�s fine."
Peter remained silent until they found another place to stop for a short time. He would occasionally ask for help with unloading something or say a quick "excuse me" when passing by, but otherwise did not speak, even during the meal.
Once dusk approached, Nathan decided to turn in, saying good night to his little brother and ruffling his hair. Hardly ten minutes had passed before Peter joined him.
"Nathan..." he said nervously. "Could you maybe tell me another story?"
"I thought you couldn't sleep after my last one."
Peter nibbled on his lip. "I like when you tell stories. It reminds me of the fun we had at our old camping trips."
"A scary one?" Nathan asked with a wink.
"Yeah, sure..." Peter agreed, although he wouldn't meet Nathan's gaze. "I think I can handle it..."
"Alright, if you say so..." Nathan spent the next couple of minutes mentally browsing his archives of scary urban legends and tried to decide for one that would leave Peter moderately spooked.
"Have you heard the one about the woman stopping at the gas station at night?"
Peter shook his head.
"It starts with this lady, I don't remember her name, driving at night and having trouble staying awake. She's also almost out of gas and has no idea where the next town was..."
"And the hook man had broken out of a mental hospital, right?"
"Smartass," Nathan called his little brother. "Anyway, she doesn't know how far she could get trying to look for someplace populated and safe, so at the next gas station she sees, she pulls in. At first she thinks no one is around. Even the inside of the building is dark."
Already the pace of Peter's breathing had changed. How funny it was that Nathan could tell when the boy was scared without looking at his face.
"Then, the light turns on and someone comes out to fill her gas. The girl's happy to have the tank filled of course, but this guy is acting really weird. He keeps edging closer to the car and staring at her oddly. So it's no surprise that she takes off once she's given him her money."
"That's not the end, is it?" Peter asked nervously.
Nathan smirked slyly. "Of course not."
"The next morning the girl was found dead - decapitated - inside her car not far from the gas station. Her head had been cut clean off with an axe."
Peter's breath shuddered again. "D-did the gas station attendant d-do it?"
"No. He tried to save her. When she pulled in and he came out to fill up her tank, he saw there's someone crouching in the backseat of her car. So he tried to warn her but she thought he was the freak and tore off in haste. And see what happened..."
"That can't be true..." Peter argued. "You'd notice if someone tried to hide in the backseat."
Nathan's sly smirk returned. "Do you ever check the backseat whenever you take off in that little car of yours?"
The silence following made Nathan laugh, and he was rewarded with a slap in the shoulder.
"You're awful," Peter said, slipping into his own sleeping bag before disrobing. Thus, he was already warm by the time his clothes were off.
"Don't feel like getting teased tonight, right?" Nathan asked as he leant over his brother.
"NO."
Snickering, Nathan leant closer and kissed Peter's forehead. "G'night buddy."
"Good niiighhht," said a grumbling, annoyed voice.
Still smiling, Nathan rolled over, got himself comfortable, and went to sleep within minutes. Peter did not know how his brother could do such so easily, but he presumed it had something to do with his experience in the Navy.
Just like last night, Peter had trouble going to sleep. Finding a comfortable position in the sleeping bag was just about impossible, and his back already ached after last night's attempts. Nathan sleeping so serenely only inches from him did not exactly alleviate things. They had purposely moved their sleeping bags closer together so that Peter would not have to feel frightened or abandoned, although the younger brother didn't find it very helpful. Nathan had said Peter was welcome to crawl in with him again, provided that he had his shorts on. Peter despised sleeping in any sort of underwear. He had ever since he started having frequent nightly ejaculations and woke up with a sticky, dried mess in his pants. Sleeping naked with a towel on top of the sheets worked at home, but that was not exactly an option now.
Sighing, Peter reached in between his legs, cupping himself. He might as well jerk off and hope that would bring sleep to his eyes.
Hand working fast - though not as fast as it was that morning - he curled up as though he would wrap himself around the act he performed. At first nothing was happening to the half hard member. Demanding himself to come was only adding to the pressure of finishing. Grunting, the boy finally thought of his brother, and his penis went fully erect. Smiling in triumph, he began to relax and the pleasure came easier to him. Now if only he could finish without waking his brother. The last thing he needed was to be interrupted by the thought of his own kin watching the spectacle.
However, having Nathan right next to him also added an element of excitement to the act. He had fantasized many times of his brother watching as he jerked off - and himself watching Nathan do the same. It had begun as a childish, puerile fantasy and developed over the years into a serious obsession. The jacking off fantasy had given way to images of sucking Nathan, having his own dick sucked, tasting every inch of Nathan's beautiful, masculine body with his tongue, and finally bending over so he could be fucked by Nathan.
Peter Petrelli was in love with his older brother. He had not chosen to be, and he knew the moral repercussions if anyone would happen to find out, but his feelings were too strong to be denied or suppressed. He had to have Nathan or perish.
The thought of his brother's manhood made Peter's own achingly hard. Nathan's cock was big, even when limp. Peter had seen so himself as late as yesterday. Something he hadn't seen, however, was Nathan's erection. Therefore he could only imagine it in his dreams, hoping that one day he wouldn't have to.
"Mmmn..." he moaned softly, desperate to remain quiet. "Nathan...!"
Listening carefully, he could not detect any sign that his brother had stirred at the sound of his name. Rolling over, Peter gazed at the older man, not only to keep an eye on his sleeping state, but to encourage his orgasm to come sooner. Surely he would reveal his feelings in time, but the news would have to come later, at a better time and place.
"Nathan..." he whispered in a needful manner, feeling an awful, amazing pressure building up inside him.
Peter's orgasm burst from him, and he collapsed back into his sleeping bag, sticky with both sweat and come. A drawn-out, breathy moan sounded from him, and he briefly wondered if he'd woken up Nathan. A quick glance at his brother's face told him that any such fears were unnecessary. Nathan literally slept like a log; it would take an earthquake to wake him, at the very least.
Peter used his underwear to wipe his hand and abdomen and then turned to watch Nathan again. His brother's face was very handsome; not effeminate like Peter's, but beautiful in a masculine sort of way.
A scar about an inch long was the only thing that marred Nathan's physical beauty. He had gotten it while being stationed in Congo during his military training in the early nineties. Shrapnel from a grenade. A few inches lower, and he could have died, Nathan always said.
Extending his hand, Peter brushed his fingertips against the area on Nathan's chin. He longed to kiss the scar, feel the texture of it with his tongue. Nathan clearly registered the touch but didn't wake up. Peter edged closer, leaving his own sleeping bag and once more crawling into his brother's.
Nathan wiggled against the new body easing next to him inside the plush bag. If he had awoken and realized what was going on, he did not make a point of it. Somehow Peter thought he should be surprised about the acceptance his brother always displayed. Normal people, even brothers, did not do this sort of thing without another thought, did they? Perhaps when Peter was little, the idea of what he did now would not have been a surprise, but now that he was nearly nineteen...
Nathan sighed in his sleep and rolled back onto Peter, arms encircling the smaller form. Even in his sleep, the lawyer showed total acceptance.
*
Nathan woke up from the sun filtering through the tent fabric and somehow finding its way underneath his eyelids. The location of it informed him that it was still morning, relatively early. He was about to turn over in his sleeping bag when he became aware of a warm weight to his left, and a pair of limbs - one arm and one leg - encircling him.
Peter.
One quick look told him that the kid was naked again, but this time he at least didn't have a hard-on.
"Pete?" He nudged the head resting on his shoulder and was rewarded with a sleepy grunt from his baby brother. "Hey, buddy, wake up. You have a nightmare again?"
"Uhmm, I... I... I must have crawled in here in my sleep..."
Nathan laughed heartily. "No need to be embarrassed, little buddy. If you want me to hold you, just say so."
Peter rolled out of his brother's sleeping bag and onto his own. He yawned loudly and simultaneously stretched like a cat, proceeding to turn onto his stomach. Nathan gazed him over, marveling at how pale and spotless Peter's skin was, almost like porcelain. With his small frame and diminutive height added to his pretty face, Peter could have easily passed for a girl with just a little stuffing under his shirt. The older man's eyes were riveted to the small but perfect globes of Peter's ass, trying to check if the kid had any hair in his crack.
Peter stretched again unashamedly, almost lecherously this time, and gazed toward Nathan from under his long lashes.
He's showing off, the lawyer realized and shocked himself with the statement. He wants me to watch him.

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With that notion in mind, Nathan found himself wondering if Peter's actions were meant to be sexual. Peter then proceeded to turn over onto his back, his body stretched to leave nothing to the imagination. The younger man grinned, his eyes practically illuminated by the outside light of the sun.
Nathan almost asked Peter if he was alright, and he even considered cracking some sort of joke about tooting one's own horn. But he was far too surprised at the notion of Peter actually coming on to him and he was rendered speechless.
The young man's expression shifted to one of concern, possibly of tension as well.
"Nathan?" he asked, rolling onto his side, all manner of proud display gone. "Are you okay?"
The older man's mouth, which had been slightly hanging open, closed as he cleared his throat. "I'm fine... we'd better get going. And you put some clothes on."
He made the last phrase sound like an order, and Peter immediately showed his dislike.
"Am I allowed to wake up first? With all due respect, I don't usually get up at 7:30 when I'm on holiday."
"I know you could probably sleep the day away, but I can't," Nathan said dryly. "Now get dressed, please? Or should I have taken you to a nudist camp?"
"Screw you!"
"Peter, we have to leave ASAP."
The younger brother, now tearing through his bag of clothes, sent another displeased glare in Nathan's direction. "Can we at least have breakfast first?" he asked.
When Nathan did not initially respond, his little brother continued. "And I don't care if it's not at a fast food place, so don't even start."
"Fine," Nathan said abruptly, and he wandered off, most likely to retrieve the cooler of food.
Throwing on a set of underwear, Peter hurried to follow. He had most likely screwed everything up. Damn it... Peter wondered if this meant that Nathan might never look at him the same way again. Surely, his brother understood him most of the time, despite all those moments where he was called crazy and so on. Yet now the boy was wondering if he would be looked at as a little brother ever again.
"Nathan?" he said, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards his brother, who was indeed taking down the cooler.
"Nathan, wait a damn minute... whatever it was that I did, I'm sorry!"
Nathan sighed, dropping the cooler by his feet. The kid, now tugging on his arm, looked flustered, his eyes vulnerable and scared. It was a common reaction from Peter whenever he believed Nathan was angry with him, as though his big brother's dislike meant the end of the world to him. In a way, it warmed Nathan's heart to know that Peter still valued his opinion so much, but damn... the kid was growing up fast. Much too fast, and he might not realize it himself.
"You don't have to be sorry, Peter," the lawyer said, softening. He took Peter's face in his hands and turned it up toward himself. "You're young, and I know you like showing off, and nudity is probably not a big thing to you. But sometimes... it might be a bad idea, buddy."
Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just trying to keep you from getting in trouble. Someone might... hurt you, Pete."
Hesitantly chuckling, Peter shrugged, his crooked grin appearing for a brief minute. "I'm cool," he said nonchalantly. "I won't let anyone hurt me."
Sighing, Nathan shook his head. "If someone wants to hurt you, there's not much you can do, short of seriously hurting them first."
Lips pursed, Peter looked at the ground until his brother presented the cooler to him.
"Can you carry this?"
Half smiling, Peter realized his brother's point. "I can drag it."
"Exactly."
"Well... I don't have to worry when I've got you."
Instead of getting annoyed, Nathan actually gave a light laugh, and he passed by his little brother, cooler in his hands. "Maybe so. But not all the time."
While Nathan stayed outside to slap together a couple of sandwiches for them, Peter went inside the tent to finish dressing himself. Despite the awkwardness that followed this morning's display, he had actually made some progress. At least Nathan had finally noticed him.
Wanting his big brother to keep noticing him, he decided to dress slightly different than his usual baggy style. Peter chose a black, sleeveless tank top to wear on his upper body, pleased to notice it ended just above the navel and thus left most of his stomach bare. While not being the owner of ripped abs like Nathan, his stomach was flat and quite pleasant-looking. Now for the lower half...
He had hoped to wear the cut-off pair of denim shorts a little later in the vacation, during some sort of special occasion. But perhaps they would come in handy now, like some sort of twisted symbol of good will. His mom would have a fit if she knew he had taken an expensive pair of jeans and cut them himself, but only the best would do for such a set of trousers. Slipping them on and tying up a pair of sneakers, he proceeded to clean up the tent and roll up the sleeping bags. Perhaps if he listened for Nathan's approach, he could be bent over with his ass in the air just as his brother passed by the open tent. Peter almost laughed at the thought.
Nathan grinned at the sight, but Peter was disappointed at his words.
"Looks like you need to pack on a few pounds, Chicken-Legs."
Damn it.
Peter threw his usual "screw you" at the older man and proceeded to throw his sleeping bag into the trunk of the car with an audible thump. He hated that Nathan took every chance he got to poke fun at Peter's diminutive size. He was 5'7�'' and had most likely stopped growing. Just a few inches below Nathan, really, but compared to his brother, Peter looked and felt like a mosquito most of the time.
"You need to grow a sense of humour, buddy," Nathan called out, working to fold the tent into its neat, cylinder-shaped bag. "We'll have a long three weeks ahead of us if you don't."
Fifteen minutes later, they were back on the road.
*
Peter had become partial to sitting with his legs spread, and this time he sat in such a fashion, one leg crossed on his knee. This pose gave a great opportunity for anyone seeing him to get a clear view of what was between his legs. Even though he had underwear on, it was not a pair of boxers, and thus any skin uncovered by the denim shorts was totally bare.
Nathan could not help but notice the sight. Who could not? He was ashamed for it though. Noticing the pose and outfit only disturbed him, as it reminded him of his earlier assumption made when the two brothers had risen from sleep. Assuming his brother had been making sexual advances made Nathan angry and disappointed in himself.
Peter was his brother. The mere idea of his baby brother flirting with him was ridiculous, not to mention sick. Sure, Nathan had always been used to Peter fawning over him, but there had never been anything that would suggest... Of course not, because Peter had been a child until now, he answered himself. Could it be that Peter's juvenile hero-worship of him had turned into something more... serious? Like some form of crush?
Nathan quickly banned the idea from his head, ashamed of himself for even considering it. Whatever it was, they had to sort it out, though, and the best way to do that was to ask Peter directly.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?" The kid's eyes turned to him.
"Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?"
Peter hesitated. Could this be it? Was it time that he finally revealed his feelings? From the way his older brother had reacted earlier, he was not sure. Perhaps he should just keep things going slowly. Hopefully Nathan could come around on his own without Peter just blasting out everything he wanted to say at an inopportune moment.
"I dunno..." he said, his voice cautious. "I was thinking about the trip."
"What about it?"
"Just that it won't last long."
"Are you kidding? We've got plenty of time to spend, just you and me." Nathan smiled with those words and Peter felt like some shy little schoolgirl.
"Yeah but... holy crap, how can we almost be out of gas?" he said, gesturing to the dial behind the steering wheel. Hopefully this would distract Nathan from asking any further questions.
"You're right," the lawyer replied, scowling. Had they been driving for so long already? A quick glance at his wristwatch told him that it was twenty past noon. "We'll have to stop at the next gas station, I guess."
"I'm kinda tired..." Peter said, yawning. "And hungry, too."
"We'll get you a burger or something when we stop for gas," Nathan replied.
"Oh, so now junk food's suddenly allowed again?"
"If that's what it takes to get some meat on your bones, then so be it."
Peter punched his brother's shoulder but as always, Nathan simply laughed. Stupid, girly punch, as it was.
"We should also get you a set of dumbbells," his brother added teasingly.
Peter finally simply stuck his tongue out at his brother and was rewarded with a laugh.
*
Seven minutes later, Nathan pulled into a gas station. At least he thought it was a gas station. The place was relatively small, with no one in sight, but it had a building with large windows and a single pump with two hoses attached. However, a ring sounded when the car crossed over a signal line and seconds later, a man exited the building.
Lifting an eyebrow, Peter glanced at his older brother. "Deliverance, anyone?"
Nathan smirked but he did not laugh, not wanting the attendant to notice. "Hush. Don't provoke the natives," he joked.
The man who'd come to service them looked like he hadn't showered in years, and when Nathan lowered his window to greet him, they both realized he smelled like that, too.
"Let me guess..." the gas station attendant said with a grin, displaying an uneven row of misshapen teeth, where of some were missing. "You two fine gentlemen are not from around here, I take it?"
Nathan politely returned the smile. "That's right, sir. We're just passing through."
"You're here for gas, I take it?"
"Yes, fill it up, please." Nathan held out his credit card to the man, but their new acquaintance simply shook his head.
"We don't take cards here. You're gonna have to pay in cash."
"Oh, alright..." Nathan muttered as he looked through his wallet. Soon he fished out a twenty dollar bill and it was taken eagerly by the man, who walked off to fill the tank. Peter nudged his brother as he teased.
"Where do you get offering a card to a place out here?"
Shrugging, Nathan chuckled. "I'm a city guy. I'm used to assuming a gas station has a card reader."
Shaking his head and grinning at the thought, Peter lifted the handle of his door. "I'm gonna stretch my legs."
"Don't stretch them too much, they'll get even thinner," Nathan called out, receiving a middle finger.
It was a great feeling to finally be let out of the car and restore the circulation to his lower extremities, and Peter found himself wandering toward the main building, thinking he might as well see if they had something to offer in the way of food. The appearance of the store kept his expectations low, but he was sick of eating fried bread and canned soup from the cooler, and besides, he'd been hungry for hours.
A bell above the door jingled when he entered, alerting the staff of his presence. Peter's hopes of finding something to eat quickly faded when he realized that this wasn't even a store, but a bar. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask, he walked over to the counter, paying no attention whatsoever to the group of rugged-looking men sitting around one of the tables. Besides him, they were the only guests present.
"All be damned, look at that...That's a pretty one. We'd screw him to pieces in no time," a low but fully audible voice sounded from the group, followed by crude laughter from the rest. The first jolt of fear tickled Peter's spine, and he reflexively looked around to see if Nathan had followed him inside.
No, of course not. He could see the dumb bastard out the large windows, still sitting in the car.
"Those legs go all the way up to yer ass, boy?" another voice called out.
Head lowered, Peter avoided looking at them and turned his back on the group. Chuckling followed and the voices noted aloud that the boy had heard him.
"Seventeen, ya think?"
"Who gives a shit?"
A tall elderly man who looked to be victim to the most extreme stage of syphilis finally approached Peter from the other side of the bad, wiping a glass mug with an oily crumb covered rag.
"What can I getcha today?" he asked as he peered down a disfigured nose at the young man.
"Uhm... nothing, not hungry..." Peter mumbled as he made a beeline for the door. He could have sworn as he went out the door that he could hear one of the patrons asking him to return soon.
He suddenly felt a pressing need to empty his bladder and started looking around for a toilet, despite the fact that heading anywhere by himself was downright frightening after what he'd heard in the bar. What if one of those filthy bastards followed him and Nathan would not be around to see what happened, and---
Peter cried out in shock when he felt someone much larger than he grab him from behind only to shove a hand into his crotch the following second. The hand gave a rough squeeze and started working to get in beneath the fabric of his denim shorts.
"Don't touch me! No!" the boy yelled, struggling against the man's iron hold. "Nathan! Nathan, help me!"
Peter could not see which direction his brother came from; suddenly Nathan was just there and the bastard groping him was shoved roughly backwards.
"You get the hell away from him, or I'll make you swallow what you've got left of your teeth!" the lawyer shouted, gesturing at Peter to stay back. "Get it?!"
Laughter sounded from another man who'd joined the spectacle. "We were just wondering if you wouldn't mind lending out your boy toy for a bit of a gangbang!" he sneered, ogling Peter in a sick, lustful way that made the boy want to vomit.
"Just stay the fuck away from my little brother, before I make you regret it." Nathan grabbed Peter's hand and led him away towards their car.
"A couple of faggot brothers, I'll be damned!" exclaimed one of the men while his friends laughed.
"Get in," Nathan said harshly, trying in vain to ignore the insults and jeers as his brother quickly sat down in the car. In no time the lawyer was in the driver's side, not even buckling his seatbelt as he put the keys in the ignition and tore off. Now that their tank was full, they could head as far from this place as humanly possible.
"Fucking inbred assholes..." he muttered as he drove down the road. He did not notice the reaction of his brother until he heard a small noise and turned to see Peter crying.
"Peter... Did they hurt you?" Nathan's tone was still harsh, but now also concerned. His gaze shifted between his brother and the road ahead of them.
Peter shook his head, although his face still burned from shame and he found it difficult to even look at Nathan. His brother was either angry or disappointed in him, perhaps both. He did not need to look Nathan in the eye to figure it out.
"Buddy..." the older man began, wiping sweat from his face with the back of his hand. "You really need to be more careful. If I hadn't been there, I'm sure those men would have raped you."
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Peter exclaimed between sobs. "Do you think I wanted those douchebags to touch me?"
"No, but you need to think about what kind of signals you give. What's with that outfit, Pete? Those shorts are so god-damned short your ass is practically sticking out of them! Jesus, one could mistake you for a gay prostitute!"
"I'm sorry!" the young man wept, hand over his face.
Nathan was about to answer that apologies would not fix what had almost happened, but his brother was humiliated and upset enough. They also did not need to argue while driving a car down an unsteady road such as this out in the wilderness.
Giving a heavy sigh, Nathan tried to calm himself before speaking again. "You understand what you did was wrong. And you understand that they could have done anything they wanted to."
"Yes."
"Alright... calm down, buddy. The camping trip is still on, if you want. Or we could turn around and go home...?"
"I'm fine," Peter answered, wiping tears from his eyes. "I don't wanna go home yet."
"Alright," Nathan said, reaching out and rubbing his baby brother's back to comfort him.
"D-do I really look like a prostitute...?" Peter asked after a moment of silence. Hearing such from his brother's mouth made him feel dirty and used. All he'd wanted was for Nathan to notice him and perhaps like what he saw. It hadn't even crossed his mind that others would find his outfit provocative.
Nathan's large, warm hand, still resting on Peter's back was suddenly withdrawn and placed back on the steering wheel.
"Peter... That might've been harsh of me to say," Nathan admitted. "But those bastards seemed to think so. You must have heard what one of them asked me, didn't you?"
Slowly, the boy nodded. "If they could borrow me for a gangbang," he whispered. "They apparently thought I was your whore."
"Wasn't comforting, was it?"
Head bowed, Peter shook his head. "I didn't mean to attract THEM," he said under his breath.
Nathan hesitated before he said, "Of course not." Within the silent minutes that followed, the older brother looked on at the road, contemplating the boy's words, his actions... and his clothing. He was deliberately wearing provocative clothing, and he did not want to be attractive to certain people. Nathan's thoughts drifted back to the visits he had made to his little brother in the months past. Peter never seemed to have any steady relationships with girls, only countless flings which never held any meaning. It was either like he loved all girls or did not care much for them whatsoever.
Could it be possible that his little brother was simply not... into the opposite sex? Not that he'd ever seen Peter bring home any male dates, but in a household governed by their father, who would?
"Peter, are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?" Nathan asked, looking over the boy's features intently as he waited for an answer. Something was obviously weighing his brother down, and it was rooted deeper than the assault at the gas station. Peter had been acting strangely throughout the trip, after all.
"What do you mean...?" the younger brother finally murmured, eyes fixed on his own hands. His hair had fallen forward and once again covered much of his face. Nathan decided to be frank, even if it meant he had to tug the answer out of Peter. It was better than his little brother acting awkward around him for the rest of the trip.
"Peter, I need to ask you something. You said you didn't mean to attract "them" with your clothing. Who did you mean to attract? Quite honestly, I can't imagine it's girls."
The boy did not reply, but the hands in his lap began to twist by themselves.
"Peter, are you gay?" Nathan asked carefully. The last thing he wanted was for it to sound like an accusation.
"And if I were?" Peter said after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Hey," his big brother replied, once again taking a hand to touch him, brushing the hair from his youthful face. "Hey... don't think of this conversation like that. You don't have to get defensive with me. I've got your back."
Peter looked up to see a reassuring smile on his brother's face. "You don't think I'm a freak?"
"Never." Peter's lips curved into a smile of their own and he glanced back out the window. He was relieved at his brother's reaction, and yet he did not want to believe it. Nathan's charismatic nature often shadowed what he really felt or thought. Hell, one day perhaps he could run for president.
"If that's what's going on, buddy, it doesn't matter," the older man stated, "you'll always be my baby brother."
"Really?" Peter asked meekly, even though he knew that Nathan would always be there to look after him. It was what he'd done ever since Peter was born.
"You shouldn't even have to ask. By the way... do Mom and Dad know?"
Peter shook his head, suddenly feeling glum again. The thought of his parents often had that effect on him. So far their father had simply been disinterested in him, but Peter was sure that if Arthur Petrelli found out his younger son was gay, he would start to loathe him.
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind," Nathan said. "You shouldn't have to hide who you are."
"Maybe Mom wouldn't... But Dad... I'm sure he'd hate me."
"Peter... I can be there when you tell them, if you want me to," Nathan offered. "Perhaps you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Yeah, well... They've already got their firstborn to carry on the family name..." Peter muttered.
"I didn't mean it like that"�
"It's alright, Nathan. But it's true."
Realizing the conversation was swiftly going south, Nathan switched gears. "So... when did you realize you had feelings for other boys?"
Peter shrugged, unsure of how to answer. In truth he had always been unsure of where he stood as far as his sexuality until he realized one day that Nathan was the one he adored.
"I can't say, really."
"Well..." Nathan said as he contemplated his brother�s situation. "Is there someone out there you've set your eyes on?"
Peter wondered how the next few minutes would play out. An image came to mind of getting forcibly removed from the car and abandoned on the dirty roadside.
Oh, get it over with already... "Yeah, I think there is."
Suddenly the car began to rattle and its speed dropped. Nathan stared at the dashboard, wondering what on earth could be wrong.
TBC...
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