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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 20
"This much?" Peter asked later that evening, a small dollop of shaving foam in his palm. He stood in front of the mirror, with Nathan by his side. In his other hand, he held the can of foam.
"Well, if you get to be like me, you'll need more, but I doubt you will." Nathan then picked up a disposable razor from a bag which he had purchased just for Peter to practice with. "Okay, your hair is still short enough that you don't have to trim. We've got our sink full of water..."
"Check," Peter noted aloud.
"Rub it on then... Not too hard, not too gentle... that's it..."
Nathan almost chuckled at the sight. He had expected a scenario like this to have happened much sooner. He remembered his little brother telling tales of fellow students swarthy enough to shave in middle school classes. At the same time, poor Peter still looked as though he needed to be placed in a classroom several years younger.
"Alright then, now you just pull in your upper lip and start shaving down towards your lip." He carefully observed Peter's progress, hoping for a successful shave without any accidental nicks or cuts.
"Ow! Dammit!"
Peter's shoulders jerked and Nathan instantly realized his brother had had a little accident with the razor. A small droplet of blood leaked from the newly acquired cut on his upper lip and mixed with the white shaving cream.
"Awww, it happens, baby," Nathan soothed, rubbing Peter's neck with a large, warm hand. He could feel the tenseness in his brother's back muscles plus an occasional tremble. "Let me see?"
Peter obediently tilted his head and let his brother check the wound.
"It's just a shallow little cut. Nothing to worry about."
"It stings..." Peter muttered. "I don't think I can do this..."
"Sure you can. You just need practice, that's all. But maybe we could get you an electric shaver to begin with? A lot of boys like to start out with one."
"You don't have one?" Peter asked.
"I'm used to using a blade," Nathan admitted. "But we can try an electric razor if you like."
"Okay," the boy mumbled, feeling a little stupid. How the hell did women do this with their legs without severing a major artery?
"Here, wash it off," Nathan gestured to the sink. "The cold water will help stop any bleeding that's left."
Peter looked at his reflection once he had rinsed the foam and blood from his face. The nick did not look too noticeable, just like his brother had said, and at least he did not have enough facial hair to make his failed attempt look sloppy or unkempt.
"I think I wanna wait until we get an electric razor for next time we try," he said.
"Sure, bud. While we're here, I'd better do some shaving myself."
Peter managed a grin. "Your beard grows so fast that it might try to eat you in your sleep."
"Or you," Nathan replied, growling playfully enough to cause his little brother to snicker and leave the bathroom altogether.
Peter entered the bedroom he momentarily shared with Nathan and began to disrobe. It was almost bedtime, and even though he had not brushed his teeth, he figured he might as well turn in already. Nathan would probably be a while, but Peter did not mind waiting. As long as he knew for sure that his brother would join him, there was nothing to fear.
Peter peeled off his jeans and underwear and carelessly threw the clothing into a nearby chair. Unlike his brother, Peter was not interested in meticulously folding every piece he stripped off.

Once naked, he lay down with a thump, causing the bed springs to creak even under his slight weight.
He heard the door close to the bathroom and figured that Nathan would take some time with preparing for bed. Peter could wait. He could think of ways to pass the time.
Knowing the door was closed gave Peter a slight sense of solitude. If Nathan should enter the bedroom, the sound of the bathroom door opening would be enough of a signal... Peter smiled to himself as he drifted one of his hands down his front.
The relaxed state the young man was in was only helped further by the smell of the bed beneath him. Peter could not quite pinpoint what it was about the scent, but his older brother had a recognizable smell that left the boy instantly soothed. If only Nathan was there now, Peter thought as his fingers played over a pink nipple, letting it go hard within seconds.
His nipples had always been sensitive to touch, and this time was no exception. Little tingles of pleasure mixed with tiny amounts of pain coursed through his body from the stimulation. The boy felt a familiar ache in his loins followed by a warm, throbbing sensation in his member, which had already swelled visibly. Peter cast one quick glance at his penis before taking it in his hand, letting his thumb caress the already moist tip. The fingers of his other hand carded through the scant hair between his legs. He had finally after years of waiting started growing a mustache, but his body was still as hairless and smooth as a little boy's. The few hairs in his armpits were not thicker than his newly acquired mustache and were hardly visible from a distance.
Thoughts of Nathan's toned, hairy physique flared Peter's arousal further. While his right hand was busy pumping his cock, his left one traced over his stomach and chest, pretending his front was as furred as his brother's.
He imagined his brother leaning over him, ready to take the boy in his arms. Limbs entwined with his imaginary partner, he could writhe against that powerful body all he wanted, and even the uncomfortable tickle of dense body hair felt all the more arousing. Nathan was a superb example of beautiful masculinity, and being with him, against him, having the older man inside him... Peter's reason was gone now, replaced fully by the thoughts of his pleasure.
Moaning softly, Peter bit his bottom lip as his head pressed against the cushion beneath him. In his mind, his left hand was no longer his, but now Nathan's, caressing and rubbing at every place the younger man needed to be touched. His forefinger drifted down the underside of his penis, teasing at the sensitive sac below.
Once Nathan was done with his nightly preparations and headed to the bedroom, he expected Peter to already be asleep. The boy needed so much sleep nowadays, and the previous nights he had fallen asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Nathan did not even consider knocking to alert Peter of his presence when he opened the door and was met by his brother in a highly unexpected and more than a little compromising act.
Peter was masturbating. His slender hand pumped his dark pink, glistening manhood almost desperately, and for the first few seconds he did not even notice his big brother's entrance. Eyes closed, the boy was wrapped up in his own sphere of pleasure, unavailable for any outside sensory impressions.
Nathan stood riveted to the spot for a moment before attempting to exit the room before Peter became aware that he had an audience. However, just as his back was turned and his hand was on the doorknob, he heard a sharp gasp behind him.
Wheeling around instinctively, he saw that Peter was sitting up on the bed, face red as his rigid cock, which was now beginning to go lax. The young man cried out in surprise and dismay, and by pure reflex, Nathan began to back out of the room, still gripping the doorknob as though ready to pull the door from its hinges.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean to walk in, I'll leave you alone..."
But Nathan's words seemed to be falling on deaf ears. Peter was backing up as well, his naked body stooping when he reached the backboard and the wall behind it.
"Nathan, I'm sorry!" the boy said through dry sobs. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"
The old Peter before the kidnapping would have been embarrassed, yes, but also angry at having been caught in such a private act. However, Peter was changed now. Nathan saw obvious and heart-breaking guilt in his face. Other emotions that surfaced were shame, dismay and, to the older man's surprise, fear. This troubled Nathan most of all. Did Peter seriously believe he was going to be punished?
Deciding between leaving the room to give Peter a moment to pull himself together and having a serious talk with the boy, Nathan finally chose the latter. Slowly approaching his brother, the lawyer hoped it was obvious that he wasn't angry.
"Peter, sweetheart..." he began as he sat on the edge of the bed. Peter was now sobbing audibly, hugging his knees to his chest. "What are you sorry for?"
Tears, saliva, and mucus were dribbling down Peter's face by now as he sobbed forcefully. The boy looked as though the grief itself would tear him apart.
"Peter, listen... listen to me..." Nathan urged, grabbing a nearby box of tissues from the nightstand and handing several to his little brother. He brushed the hair from the boy's face and kept his touch soft and careful.
"What are you sorry for?" he repeated.
"I..." Peter could barely explain the reason behind his tears and shame. "I was... jerk-k-ing off on your bed... I d-don't know why I did it..." he moaned miserably.
"Peter," Nathan whispered. "You remember what I told you before? It's alright to do that. You wanted a private moment."
Peter shook his head while tears continued to leak from his eyes. "It's not okay..." he said in a thick voice. "This is your room, your b-bed... If you don't want me here anymore, I'll understand..."
Nathan inched closer to his little brother and gently grasped his hunched up shoulders. A snot bubble appeared in his left nostril and Peter used a soaked tissue to wipe it away.
"I don't want you to move out," Nathan explained calmly. "I can understand why you're embarrassed, but this is really no big deal. I should have knocked. I forgot that this is now your room, as well, and I apologize for that. Petey?"
The boy sniffled. "You put up with so much... crap from me, Nathan," he finally said. "Why...?"
"That's nonsense. You're eighteen. If you need some private time every now and then, you're entitled to it. And you know that masturbation is a fully normal and healthy human sexual behaviour. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But this is your room..."
"And yours," Nathan insisted. "Come here..." He sat back against the headboard and pulled Peter in between his legs, having the boy lean his back against the older man's chest. They sat like that for a full minute, silent, as Nathan slowly cradled the smaller form in his arms.
Once Peter's flow of tears had stopped, the lawyer said, "Do you remember when you walked in on me wanking off? You were probably four or five and wondered what I was doing."
Peter's brows knit together as he thought back on the memory, but at best it was hazy.
"I think so... I think I remember you hurrying over with a coat in front of you, and said you wanted to be alone for a few minutes more."
Nathan chuckled. While his little brother could not remember much, the lawyer could recall the entire event very well. He even remembered the Sesame Street T-shirt Peter had been wearing, and the fact that Trixie was hanging by a leg from the little boy's hand.
"It was in the evening and you wanted me to come brush teeth with you before you went to bed," Nathan said. "You could only see me from the back, but an older person could tell what I was doing."
Peter could not help but laugh softly at the thought. Having a small child walk in on such a humble moment must have been embarrassing. "That explains the coat then."
To Nathan the sound of Peter's laughter was like sweet music. He meant to kiss his brother's temple, but the kiss landed on Peter's undamaged left ear instead, which drew a giggle from the boy.
"That tickles..." Peter murmured, turning his head away.
Nathan grinned shrewdly. "I can do better than that!" The following moment his hands were wedged into his brother's armpits again, and Peter reacted with fierce wriggling and loud, high-pitched screams and pleas directed to the lawyer.
"Jesus, Peter, keep it down! You'll wake the neighbors!" Nathan hissed, but he was still playing and gave his smaller target no mercy.
Peter heeded the warning that his shrieks of hilarity might cause some displeasure from sleeping neighbors, so he pressed his face into the mattress as he laughed, muffling the noise. Eventually Nathan pulled back on his good-natured assault and took a place next to his brother, facing the gleeful, laughing expression which had been so much more comforting to see than the tearful visage from minutes earlier.
"I love you, man," he said as he watched his brother calm down. Peter smiled and edged closer to his big brother, wrapping skinny arms around a strong, sturdy neck.
"I love you too, Nate," the boy said, and he gave his brother a big kiss on the cheek. Placing his face against the curve of his brother's neck, Peter began to relax, but only for a moment. He realized the passion of his kiss and wondered if it had gone by unnoticed and taken in stride. He had not yet revealed to Nathan the nature of his self pleasure, after all, and the older man was smart enough to eventually put two and two together...
Peter yawned loudly to distract Nathan from further analyzing the current situation. It was not entirely an act; it was eleven PM and he was getting rather sleepy.
"You wanna go to sleep, buddy?" the lawyer asked, brushing some of Peter's hair from his face.
The boy's unruly mane was getting rather long; even compared to its usual length. Nathan would have suggested that he get a haircut, but his brother had explicitly told him that he was growing his hair out to hide the misshapen right ear.
"I think so," Peter replied, followed by another yawn, which was genuine this time.
Nathan arranged the pillows and blankets which lay in a disarray after their wrestling match, and before he could even ask if Peter wanted bodily contact, his baby brother's head was already on his pillow and Peter wrapped an arm and a leg around the older man.
*
The following morning, Nathan awoke at his usual time, and followed through with his morning routine. Peter was fast asleep, and judging from how late he had stayed up, would most likely be sleeping in.
Halfway through exercising, the phone rang, and Nathan hurried to answer it, so as not to let it awaken his little brother. "Hello?"
"Nathan, you son of a bitch," the voice of one of his co-workers at the DA�s office greeted. "I was beginning to think something had happened to you."
"Oh, Roger," Nathan replied, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Yeah, we're all finally home from the hospital. Have been for a few days now. Sorry I didn't call sooner, it's been pretty chaotic."
"No problem, I understand. So, how's recovery treating you?"
"Well. Very well. Peter's needed it more than me, though."
"Oh, yes..." Roger went quiet for a moment. Probably he had heard about what happened and felt odd discussing the subject with Nathan. "They say you saved both yourself and your brother and carried him all the way to the hospital. You're a real hero, man!"
"It didn't quite happen that way..." Nathan explained, now uncomfortable, as well. "We were picked up by this couple and they called an ambulance when I was... Anyway, I'm sorry I didn't let you guys know I was back. Did you have something important to tell me?"
"The DA is wondering when you might be coming back to work," Roger said frankly.
Nathan went silent. He would have loved to know the answer to that question himself. At the moment, the most important thing to him was to oversee his brother's recovery.
"You still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here," Nathan answered, realizing his long silence. "I haven't put a lot of thought into when I'm coming back. Peter's still unwell."
"What, are his injuries that bad?" Roger asked.
"No, there's..." Nathan was uncertain of how to explain Peter's condition. He wondered if explaining what was wrong emotionally with his brother would provoke Roger's sardonic attitude. "There was some other damage done to him. Emotionally I mean. It's hard for him to take care of himself."
A moment of silence passed before Roger responded. "So he has some kind of brain damage?"
"No!" Nathan immediately snapped, too quickly, too defensively. Realizing what he had done, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to fend off an impending headache. "No, he has no brain damage," he then said, calm again. "Just emotional trauma. I'm the most important person in his life, and he needs me right now. I must take care of my brother, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask the DA for some more time off."
"Pardon me for asking, Nathan..." Roger began, using a tone Nathan didn't like one bit. "But why do you have to act as your brother's nurse? Can't your parents hire a real nurse for him, or something?"
"Because he doesn't need a nurse, he just needs me," the lawyer replied curtly. He really didn't need to explain himself to this man. The first hint of a nagging concern that Roger � or possibly someone else - might be after his job as an assistant district attorney appeared at that moment, and Nathan suspected he should be very careful about what he told anyone at his job.
"Alright, alright," Roger responded, sounding defeated already. "Just wondering, that's all, I know you and your brother are close."
"He means the world to me," Nathan confirmed. "I've seen what he needs in order to recover. A nurse doesn't know him and didn't spend time with him in the hospital."
"It was really bad, wasn't it?" Roger asked in an attempt to be sympathetic.
To Nathan's ears, it sounded forced, but he allowed the question to pass as though he believed in its sincerity. "He's still healing from it. Every day."
"How long do you think you'll need?"
"Two months at the very least," Nathan said. He had no idea whether or not this would be enough, but he still felt the need to give the DA something concrete. "Perhaps I can start working part time after that. It depends entirely on Peter's recovery."
"Alright, I see." To Nathan's ears, Roger sounded slightly hesitant. "I'll pass the news on to your boss."
"Thank you."
"Take care, Nathan. We look forward to having you back with us."
"I'm glad to hear that, Roger. Take care."
//Click//
Nathan sat with the receiver in his hand for at least a minute after the call had ended. What finally drew his attention was Peter, who had once again exited the bedroom wrapped in a blanket and nothing else.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked.
"Someone from the office," Nathan replied, standing up and replacing the phone in its original position. "You want some cereal?"
"Sure," Peter said, watching his brother prepare breakfast. "With strawberries."
Peter couldn't help but wonder as he sat at the table, watching his brother do all the work, what the phone conversation was about, and so he asked.
"They just wanted to know when I'd be back," Nathan answered, cutting up some strawberries and pouring them on top of the cereal. He then placed the full bowl and the carton of milk in front of the boy. "Here you go."
"What did you tell them?" Peter asked, worry clear in his voice as he slowly picked at his breakfast.
"I said I wasn't sure," Nathan replied truthfully. "Not until you're feeling better."
He knew that both his parents firmly disapproved of his taking time off from work to take care of Peter, but after how things had gone, Nathan hardly cared about their opinion. In his current state of regression, Peter could not be left alone for eight or nine hours at a time, and considering his usual workload, Nathan also had to work at home, reviewing cases, most evenings and weekends.
Peter stirred the contents of his plate with a spoon, the cereals having gone soggy by now. His long hair fell in front of his face like a curtain, hiding his eyes.
"I'm sorry you have to stay home with me..."
Nathan sat down at the kitchen table, expecting the reaction he was receiving from his little brother. He could not see Peter's visage behind the fallen hair, but he at least could not hear the sounds of weeping. Scooting his chair as close as possible next to the boy, he put an arm around the small set of shoulders and pulled Peter in close to him.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered. "This is what I want to do."
"But..." a quiet voice told him, "�it's your job, and I'm keeping you from it."
"No, no..." he insisted. "I'd rather be here with you than sit in a stuffy office with those assholes." Nathan pressed a kiss to the top of his brother's head. "Now go on. Eat up before it all turns into strawberry mush."
"I think it already did..." Peter muttered as he kept moving the spoon around in his plate.
Nathan could tell that his brother was still affected by the phone call and not in a positive way. The boy probably feared that his big brother would soon return to work and not have any time left for him anymore. Nathan wasn't sure what to do or say to prove that it wasn't going to happen. Perhaps Peter still needed the kind of help his brother was not qualified to give him.
"Sweetie..." the lawyer began. "Do you remember Doctor Fulton at the hospital? He gave us the number to another doctor that would be able to help us once we arrived home. Would you like me to give him a call?"
"For what?" Peter asked, and the sincerity in his eyes told Nathan that the boy truly did not know the reason for calling the doctor.
"To talk to, bud," the lawyer answered. "You didn't mind having Dr. Fulton to talk to, right?"
"I guess..." Peter said timidly, putting his spoon down, yet still fidgeting with it, fingering the edges of its form. "It was nice to have someone to listen," Peter admitted, but when he looked up at his brother, he saw an expression bordering between confused and hurt.
"No, you listen just fine, Nathan," he explained. "I'm sorry, I meant that listening is Dr. Fulton's job. He made me draw pictures and explained what it meant. Things kind of made sense when I talked to him... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say you're bad to talk to. I didn't mean that, I swear..."
"I know you didn't, baby," Nathan said, cupping the back of his brother's head. Peter's eyes were already moist and threatened to overflow with tears any second. "This is precisely why I think we should call the doctor. You're not well, and I can't help you the way I'd like. Pete, you know I just want what's best for you, right?"
The boy nodded vehemently, his breath hitching. Nathan's thumb continued to soothingly rub the nape of his neck, and Peter shivered inside the blanket he was wrapped in.
"I'll call him today. Fulton said he knew him and has probably already mentioned us to him. It'll be fine. If he can make you feel better, he has my eternal gratitude."
"He probably costs a lot of money..." Peter said miserably.
"It's no problem," Nathan insisted, leaning his head forward to touch Peter's brow. "You're worth every cent."
"Really," Peter said, skepticism clear in his already somber voice. Nathan pushed the bowl of cereal aside in order to place both hands behind his younger brother's head, rubbing gently as though Peter were a small child to be soothed into sleep, like so many years ago.
"I'd give anything for you, Peter. You know that, right?"
Although Peter did not respond verbally, he reached up with his hands and rested them on a set of broad shoulders, and his face leant against the curve of his big brother's neck, feeling a pulse against his brow and simply experiencing the real, physical presence of the one person whom he knew loved him.

TBC...
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