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Not My Cup of Tea
A Narnia slashfic
by lordoberon
Chapter 3
Edmund's POV ~~~~~
Edmund sat back, scooting his legs up so that his knees were against his chest, making space for Peter. The blonde had shut the door behind him, and shook snow out of his hair. Again Edmund was struck by how like an angel Peter looked. His hair was still bright, even in the dim lighting they got from the distant house, and Edmund could see little feathers of snow in his hair. He had come outside without coat or hat, and he shivered now. Edmund shifted, moving his legs down in the proper pose like he would if he were about to drive, and that allowed room for Peter to scoot closer to the heater vents.
Edmund tried not to think of how pink Peter’s lips and cheeks looked straight in from the cold, and focused on not biting his lips in nervousness. What did Peter want? All the anger had been shot out of him sometime earlier in the snow. Instead he simply felt anxious.
When Peter saw he wasn’t going to say anything, he turned toward Edmund and said, “I…I heard you were out here, from Susan, and so…I…decided to come talk to you.”
Edmund kept his silence. Peter was probably thinking that he was upset because of Peter walking in on him, or the larger argument of his having been called strange and gross. Somewhere in him he was angry about being called strange and gross, especially when Peter seemed to have similar desires, but…Peter’s own outward show of desire, for him or for their own gender, had flabbergasted him so thoroughly that he had no more room for anger. So he sat, waiting patiently, and forced himself to keep looking at Peter.
It wasn’t hard to look at Peter, when he didn’t know Edmund was watching…but after having kissed Peter hungrily earlier today, it was different. Now, Peter had seen what Edmund had always hid away in himself. He felt vulnerable, and he wished he could be angry and yell at Peter, but he was honestly too nervous (and a little scared) to say or do anything. He was practically holding his breath as he listened very closely to Peter’s every word.
“I…I realized that I, I owe you an apology.” Peter’s face screwed up in consternation, and then he sighed. His eyelashes were like slivers of golden snow on his smooth face, as he looked somewhere in the vicinity of Edmund’s knees. Edmund didn’t think he’d ever seen Peter so abashed in front of him, and he stared, partly in shock, partly entranced, and still too nervous to feel triumphant about it.
“I’ve been an absolute git!” Peter burst out suddenly, as if saying things a little louder would help him get it out. He started to speak faster, too.
“I’ve been starved for Narnia so long that I, I did feel like I was caught – caught between being Peter the King or Peter the schoolboy. You’re right, Ed. I am mixed up, and it’s not right of me to take out my frustration by trying to…to…lord it over you. You’re grown, we’re all growing, and you all had your personal strengths absolutely shining in Narnia, and…”
Edmund felt a smile starting on his face, but stopped it. Peter really was going on, and it was rare to see him like this. Letting his smile show a little, to show he wasn’t angry, he whispered, “Go on.”
Peter’s blue eyes flashed to his for a moment, and he looked as nervous as Edmund felt. Then he said, “Well, my point is, I feel bad for treating you as I have, and I’d like to ask you to forgive me, and…and as a king, who keeps his promise, I promise you I’ll try to be better.”
Now Edmund was so surprised, he was sure his mouth had formed an ‘o.’ He knew it was open. He shut it, slowly, and watched Peter rub his hands together in front of the heat vent for a moment. Then he blurted, “Th-thanks.”
As Peter’s gaze shot all around the car, as if unable to look at Edmund at all, Edmund stared at him. He wondered, what was coming next? Had Peter been thinking all of this since Edmund had run out of the room with Peter’s come still hot on him? How much of this was Lucy talking, and how much was Peter?
But he saw in those crystal clear shining eyes as he looked at Peter intently, that it was all real, not staged or rehearsed. Peter really meant it. Edmund took a deep breath, stunned.
Peter grabbed hold of the car seat behind them, his fingers right next to Edmund’s shoulder.
“I’ve one more thing, Ed, and then I’ll, I’ll let you go. You can go eat without worrying about me being around. I don’t want you to be unhappy, and I want you to know that I don’t think you’re sick.”
Peter licked his lips, and Edmund found the gesture distracting. Something was sloughing off of him the more he listened to Peter, and he realized that it was depression and dissatisfaction. He stared at Peter, relishing the feeling.
Peter was showing, finally, achingly, amazingly, how much he cared. It felt so good, Edmund almost laughed aloud. But he kept quiet, and let Peter speak.
“If I thought you were sick, I’d be…I’d be a hypocrite.” Peter stopped then, and seemed to struggle for words.
Edmund, shifting a little closer to his brother, feeling very pleased at the apology and the revelation, asked, “Why?”
Peter’s words came out a whisper that he directed to Edmund with closed eyes. It was so quiet around them that Edmund heard him very clearly: “Because…I want you.”
Immediately Edmund felt uncomfortable, and he wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. His heart pumped faster, and he sat there, staring at Peter, who kept his eyes closed. The Magnificent King seemed, perhaps, afraid…afraid of Edmund, as he hadn’t been of Jadis, as he hadn’t been of the Great Lion, as he hadn’t been so many times (or at least, he hid it well), when Edmund had felt like a quailing ball of fear. He sat here before Edmund, his fair skin glowing in a flush, his blonde head bowed, his lips pursed. And Edmund knew, with his heart stuck somewhere in his throat, that he’d been right.
Peter had been hiding his desire for Edmund all along.
He’d hid it, maybe not for as long as Edmund, but for some time. It wasn’t something Edmund had noticed, until today. He hadn’t dared to hope. But in that kiss, and the way Peter had grinded against him, had been all the explanation and answer that Peter was so closed-mouth about now.
Edmund had suspected it, and even whispered in Peter’s ear as if he knew exactly what Peter was hiding, when in fact it was only a suspicion; he’d been caught between thinking Peter had only been hiding a longing for boys, and hoping that Peter had been hiding a longing for him.
Now, Edmund cleared his throat, and then said, with his brain half working as it was still in shock, “You…you want me?”
Peter opened his eyes, and gave one nod of finality. “Yes.”
Staring at his brother, Edmund eased his hand up, up the back of the seat to grasp at Peter’s cold fingers. At the same time he twisted to fully face Peter, so one leg was curled under him on the seat and the other hung off the edge. He looked at Peter, and Peter looked back.
Then Edmund couldn’t stop himself. With his free hand, he grabbed the front of his brother’s shirt and yanked him forward into a devouring kiss. He didn’t even bother with modesty, and went straight for tongues.
Before he knew it, he had clambered wholly onto the seat, and was pushing Peter back slowly to lie back even as he slid on top of him. He moaned into his brother’s mouth. When they gasped for breath, he murmured, “I hope this is what you meant…”
Peter’s response was to pull Edmund more against him, and bury his fingers in Edmund’s hair.
Their breathing was hot and ragged even in the heat of the car, which Edmund adjusted with a wayward finger. He knew he was coming on way too strong but he was alert and alive with happiness, sudden rushing happiness. His tongue was a wild thing in Peter’s mouth, hungry, so hungry, and to his delight Peter responded the same, and he drove his entire body tight against Edmund as he kissed him, making Edmund moan.
He drew back and kissed Peter’s cheeks, too, and his forehead, making them both laugh. Then, when Peter threw his head back with a sort of contented sigh, Edmund took advantage of the move and started to kiss down Peter’s throat, light and slow. Immediately he noticed the change in his brother, as Peter’s breathing changed, and his hand in Edmund’s hair clutched tightly. He could taste Peter’s sweat on his tongue, and he could feel Peter’s heartbeat beneath his mouth; it was as if he had swallowed it. He started to use his tongue more, licking, and his path ended with a sucking kiss to the bite he’d given Peter on his shoulder earlier.
“Does it hurt?” he whispered, tracing the teeth marks with a fingertip.
From this angle, Peter’s eyes were pieces of star tucked beneath the sun horizon of his lashes. “Do it all you want, Ed.”
Permission granted (though he would have done it anyway), Edmund feathered bites down, and when he reached the neck of Peter’s shirt, he yanked the hem from its tuck inside Peter’s trousers, and pushed his hands up beneath it. At his touch, Peter shivered, and Edmund turned the heater setting back up.
“Why didn’t you bring a coat? That’s not like you,” Edmund remarked, even as his fingers grasped the shirt from inside and tore. Buttons scattered all over, and the sound of the cloth ripping filled the car. When Peter opened his mouth to protest or answer, Edmund kissed him again. He couldn’t get enough.
The kiss became fiercer, and they both moved closer together, so that Edmund’s hands were now trapped between them. He shifted his legs, straddling Peter at the waist. Suddenly Peter’s icy cold fingers were touching his back, and he made a sound in protest.
“Jesus you’re cold – here --” He grabbed Peter’s hands from behind him and tucked them in his armpits, grinning.
Peter grinned back, and murmured, “I thought you were going to lick them with your tongue. You seem to use that a lot.”
Edmund waggled it at his brother, and then he pushed the torn shirt away from Peter, baring Peter’s torso.
He said, “Yes, but as you know from earlier…I’m just as good with my hands.”
This resulted in Peter’s face getting more flushed than before, a look which Edmund enjoyed looking at and creating. His gaze dropped down, lower, to Peter’s now bare torso. He studied with his fingers the smooth skin and defined muscles, the golden hairs beneath his brother’s navel (that got a hitched breath), and couldn’t stop looking. He had seen Peter without a shirt on countless times before, but having him beneath him with that curiosity and pleasure in his eyes was a different, better thing altogether.
When his fingers circled around Peter’s nipples, and his mouth and tongue soon followed, the result was that Peter’s hands moved to clench the hair at the nape of Edmund’s neck, and a delicious sound came from his mouth and suffused all of Edmund with the heat of desire. God, Peter sounded good.
Edmund pushed himself against his brother more, and decided to use his teeth just a little, gently. Peter’s hands came to his shirt hem again, and this time they pulled. Amused but secretly quite excited at Peter’s eagerness, Edmund shrugged out of the shirt, and when his head was clear, his smile and his breath disappeared to see the lust in Peter’s eyes, as Peter took him in.
“You looked so good today,” Peter whispered. He reached out with a hand, and then sitting up, his tongue mimicked what Edmund’s tongue had been doing to him. At the sensation of that heat, with his brother’s fair head of hair tickling against him, Edmund groaned. This was what he had wanted for so long – Peter’s desire for him.
It had been his secret wish for so long, and the one he’d thought – beyond wanting Peter’s approval or anything else – that he was least likely to get. As Peter shifted against him, and his smooth, long-fingered hands touched him, Edmund wondered if it could get any better.
In the back of his mind, of course, he knew it could. They hadn’t gotten below the belt yet!
“I want, to…to touch you, and…use my tongue on you, and…fulfill you, as you were trying so hard to fulfill yourself,” Peter murmured against him.
His hands had gone up and down Edmund’s back, and were now on his front again. Edmund stared at the top of Peter’s head, mouth open, because of what Peter had said. When his older brother’s fingers drifted with a whisper of sound over his belt, he heard a sound, something like a whimper, come from his throat.
Then he shut his eyes, because Peter’s hands had moved down his thighs, and to feel them there was…unbelievable. He felt himself trembling all over and knew that if it had been anyone else but Peter, it would only be lust; but he felt emotion churning in him too, and he swallowed hard to hold it back, and kept his eyes shut tight. He’d been in physical situations like this with Tom and others before, but then, he had fought to keep Peter out of his mind; now, Peter was here, and his mind was full of Peter, and there was no reason to stop it or hold anything back.
He placed his hands over Peter’s, and pressed down hard, to try and show him something of what he was feeling. When Peter’s hands moved back up, and stopped over his hips, Edmund buried his nose in his brother’s neck and gasped, “Peter…” He swallowed, and forced himself to gain some strength in his voice. “I love you.”
He was hard and he was crazy to make all the goodness possibly end with lobbing those three words and all the guilt and trouble they contained in, but he couldn’t help it. He could never help himself from doing or saying anything, it seemed. He hoped this was not a case where he’d curse his own mouth later on.
Peter’s hands moved up to cup Edmund’s face and tilt his chin up. His bright blue eyes stared at Edmund. “I love you, too,” he whispered. Then he smiled, saying, “I had a dream about this. About us telling each other about our love. We were in Narnia…”
His gaze became more faraway now, drifting to somewhere behind Edmund, out into the snow. “Aslan was there. I asked him some question, I don’t remember what, and he answered, ‘There is nothing wrong with love.’ That was what made me come out here, really…I thought about what Aslan said, and realized, he’s right! I love you, and if love and everything it means is okay, than this…” He gestured between them, blushing, “It’s okay. I mean…if…if Aslan’s alright with it, than I am too, you know?”
He looked at Edmund, who was positively gaping now, and his eyebrows furrowed as he took in the shock in Edmund’s face. “What?
Edmund sat up straighter, and tried to pull himself together. He licked his lips, and said slowly, “Well, it’s just um…I…I had that dream, too. Earlier. In the car. I was sleeping before you came out here, and…Aslan said the same thing to me.”
They stared at each other, and then Peter laughed. “Aslan! All the way from Narnia…he always has the answers.”
He smiled, eyes closed, as if he was thinking of Aslan and Narnia, and he looked so happy, and simultaneously so delicious with his shirt off, that Edmund fought between the urge to say more, to dwell on Narnia together as they once had, or to touch Peter more and take more clothes off of him. There wasn’t much left.
He decided to wait, patiently, and when Peter opened his eyes and looked at him, he let Peter make the next move.
The blonde did not disappoint. His hands trailed down from Edmund’s neck, and he was staring at Edmund, even as his fingers seemed to desire to memorize every inch of Edmund from his shoulders down to his navel. But when his hands rested again over Edmund’s belt, he unfastened it. It slid through the loops with a whoosh, and fell to the floor with a clank. Edmund swallowed, hard, as his brother pulled the zipper down. He knew this was totally new for Peter, and somehow, it almost felt totally new for him, even though he’d done it before. He felt more breathless and excited than he had in forever. Peter wanted him, and Peter’s hands…
Oh Jesus…Peter’s hands, with their long fingers and soft palms, were easing his trousers down from his hips, and then cold soft fingertips touched Edmund’s thighs, and those careful hands revealed Peter’s desire, groping Edmund’s buttocks before he shifted so the trousers could be abandoned altogether. Now Edmund was wearing only one layer of clothing.
At this point, Peter seemed so flabbergasted that Edmund almost wanted to laugh. Peter opened his mouth and said falteringly, so quiet Edmund could barely hear him, “Ed, I, um…I…” He pulled his hands back, to rest on his own thighs, and looked at such a loss.
Edmund knew Peter was nervous, and all of those things in Peter that told him this was wrong were fighting to get out. But what about what Aslan had said? Peter needed to shut up and listen to that. So Edmund leaned up, his body tantalizingly close to Peter (he hoped it wasn’t the closest he’d ever get to Peter trouser-less), and pressed a finger against Peter’s mouth.
He surprised himself as his voice came out a sort of growl. “If you stop now, I’m not going to forgive you. Ever. Especially after everything you said. And everything Aslan said.”
He knew his lips were trembling, and he could get emotional, so he bit his lip, hard.
“You’re right,” Peter said, and he smiled. “I’m being an idiot.” And he pushed Edmund back to his previous position, gently, and just looked at him a moment.
Peter was looking at Edmund with an embarrassed flush on his face, and he swallowed in nervousness, but there was a glint of passion Peter’s eyes that Edmund hadn’t seen in this context before. He’d seen it on the battlefield, and after Peter spoke with Aslan, and while Peter briefed him and others on a new plan…but now that light in Peter’s eyes was just for him.
Edmund started biting his lip again when Peter’s hands moved, shakily but steadily, up his thigh towards his crotch. Peter growled low, “Stop that,” and then his mouth descended over Edmund’s, tongue wild with passion, and his hands drifted finally over Edmund’s arousal to the sound of their moans in the air.
Edmund couldn’t believe that Peter was touching him like this. But then all rational thought disappeared, and his brother was kissing him, and licking him, and Peter’s hands were still over his groin, rubbing harder and harder while Edmund whimpered. He could feel the passion in Peter rising, as Peter’s kisses got sloppier and his breath became ragged.
Then Peter drew back, and although his hands were shaking, his eyes were fierce with that glint of passion in them as he carefully took off Edmund’s last piece of clothing. And when Edmund was bare before his eyes, he seemed to lose his breath altogether. He looked and looked at Edmund, and Edmund found it extremely arousing.
Edmund licked his lips, resisting the urge to bite again, and his voice came out throaty as he said, “Like it?”
Peter looked at him, and his eyes were saturated with lust. His every movement was tense with it, and his face was burning. He looked a little silly so embarrassed, but somehow also appealing. His lips were wet, but he worked his throat to get saliva in before stammering, “Ed, I…y-you’re beautiful.”
Now it was Edmund’s turn to blush, and he didn’t know what to say. The need to say anything was taken from him, when Peter’s fingertips edged delicately down through the dark tendrils of hair, tickled over his balls, and then ever so lightly trailed up Edmund’s length. God it was agonizing. Edmund wanted more, and yet he enjoyed teasing and being teased, so he liked it all the same. Peter pressed a thumb against the head, playing with the slit, and Edmund bit back a swear word.
He heard a sound rumble from his throat, when Peter’s hand fisted around his cock, and he drew his grip up and down. Peter was breathing loudly, and he kept staring at what he was doing, and occasionally these sounds would come out of him, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Edmund watched the lust in those star bright eyes, and he also watched Peter’s hand on him.
When Peter stopped, Edmund protested, saying, “Pete – “
But he quieted when Peter’s strong hands put pressure on his thighs, and the tickle of the blonde’s hair as Peter slid his mouth down from Edmund’s chest was somehow more exciting than anything else so far had been. When Peter’s mouth reached Edmund’s cock, he seemed to let go of all control as he had when he grinded against Edmund.
His mouth was all over Edmund. Fuck! He kissed it all over, and then he was licking, wild, sloppy, long licks, short licks to the head that left Edmund breathless and wanting, but then Peter’s tongue had moved down, down to taste all of his length bit by bit.
He slowed, seeming to want to torture Edmund as much as possible. Edmund knew he was making loud sounds and gripping his brother’s hair so hard it probably hurt his scalp, but with Peter feathering light licks down his whole length it was impossible to do otherwise.
His brother licked over the balls, moaning loudly, and then he licked up the entire length in one long sweep. Edmund knew he was groaning Peter’s name but he didn’t care. He started to rock against that sweet, wet touch as Peter’s tongue continued to taste every inch of him over and over.
Edmund was so close to coming and he didn’t want to blow it in Peter’s face, so he murmured, “Peter…”
As if the sound of his name was a sign, Peter began to give Edmund’s cock kisses again, wet, hard kisses that had Edmund’s chest heaving and both moaning. Edmund was rocking against Peter harder now, and unable to stand it anymore he pulled Peter’s hair, and then dug his fingernails unconsciously into Peter’s shoulders. “Please, Peter!” he begged. “Please…”
He didn’t say it for Peter to enjoy, with that ego that Peter always had even if he had humbled himself. He didn’t say it to titillate. The words burst out of him unchecked, with no thought, and now Peter’s lips were on the head of his cock, and Edmund was unable to hold himself back. He pushed his cock into Peter’s mouth, hard, and a moaning sigh came from his mouth to finally be engulfed by that wet heat.
A few moments of adjustment, and then he was moving. He had forgotten Peter was new to this, but remembered, when Peter was a little slow to take his cock in again. Gritting his teeth and with the blonde’s hair tight in his fists, Edmund murmured, “Pete…mmm…I’m sorry if I’m…impatient…”
He hissed as Peter’s teeth nipped at his tender skin in response. That felt good. He eased himself out of Peter’s mouth again, with only the head inside, and then thrust in slowly. How much longer could he bear to be slow?
Peter seemed to agree with his need for speed, now that he had gotten used to the feeling of Edmund’s cock in his mouth. His tongue lashed around in an agonizing manner, and he placed his hands on Edmund’s buttocks, pushing. Fuck that was good. His hands were warmer now, and he was pushing against Edmund so hard, urging him to get his cock deeper in.
Edmund laughed through a groan of pleasure. He hadn’t ever expected his brother would be so cock hungry. Who knew the High King of Narnia would enjoy a location lower than his younger brother so much? Edmund wondered what it would be like to have Peter’s eager, amateur tongue on his ass.
It was too much now, when Peter’s fingernails scraped over Edmund’s buttocks and his thighs, while at the same time those perfect teeth in his perfect mouth skidded lightly at the tender underside of Edmund’s cock. With something between a groan and a roar, Edmund was pounding his hot flesh into Peter’s mouth, and they were both making noise.
Before he even had time to relish Peter’s lustful gaze, or the sweet shape of his mouth over Edmund’s cock, or the wet squelching sounds they made and the goodness inside Peter’s mouth, it was all over. Peter pulled back instinctively, and Edmund came hard, and it dripped down from his belly to touch Peter’s fingers, which rested on Edmund’s bare thigh.
Edmund lay back against the car door with a sigh; his legs splayed out before him and tangled with Peter. The blonde swiped his fingers up Edmund’s belly, taking in droplets of come on his fingertips, and then he sat back. Edmund watched, hazy with the orgasm he’d just had, and amused as Peter licked his fingertips, as if he were a little boy with a secret stash of sweets.
Peter smoothed his hair back – more like attempted to – with his free hand, and he looked at Edmund as he licked over his fingers. Edmund wondered what Peter was thinking. If he hadn’t just fucked his brother’s mouth so hard, he was sure the display of Peter tasting his come would arouse him. He felt pleasantly warm and satisfied, and it felt good to be naked. Naked in front of Peter…holy cats, this thought alone was amazing. He basked in the goodness of it all, one hand at his side, the other elbow-up on the steering wheel, and just watched Peter.
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