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Not My Cup of Tea	By : lordoberon Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 10050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you so much for the R+R love! Please tell me what you think of this last chapter...I *almost* want to write more...or a sequel...
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NOT MY CUP OF TEA
A Narnia slashfic
by lordoberon
Edmund's POV
Peter. His Peter. Peter was his! It felt so good to think that. It made Edmund smile even more.
“Peter,” he whispered. It felt so good to be with Peter like this, lying over him, having taken him and tasted him and drunk him and all his love and lust in. “I love you,” he said, because that was what was bursting in him right now – love.
He drank in the sight of Peter, the feel of Peter, the smell, everything. He tried to memorize the sensation of Peter’s body still around him, and he reached his hand up to touch Peter’s in his hair, and grabbing it, he pulled it down and brushed his lips over it. It reminded him of kissing the ladies’ hands in Narnia, which made him laugh. It made him laugh because it was so weird to think of women right now, when he had just enjoyed so much with a man, with his Peter. He also laughed because he remembered kissing all those ladies’ hands and dancing with them, while secretly longing so much for Peter. Now he had him.
When Peter told him he loved him, too, Edmund closed his eyes and let a happy sigh fall from him. He lay there and just listened to the sound of Peter’s breath. He let his brother’s long, soft fingers strokes his brow, and he loved how intimate it felt. Peter was his, and he was Peter’s. Finally. After so long! It was a not a struggle for control, or a struggle to prove who was better at something, or who was manlier, nobler, braver, anything…it was just love, and they were together, and it was perfect.
He rubbed his cheek against Peter’s chest, and listened as a laugh rumbled from Peter, and he felt it travel up Peter’s body and bounce him.
“You’re so…affectionate,” Peter whispered. “All of that anger and frustration…it changes so wonderfully when you’re…”
Edmund coaxed an eye open and lifted his head up to eyeball Peter with it. “When I’m with you. That’s the real answer. But we could also say that it comes out wonderfully when I’m horny. And when I’m…” he licked his lips, “fucking you.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “You’ve only done it once and you’re already making all these bold declarations. I bet you’re basing your information off of all those times with Tom…”
Edmund thought of all the surfaces in the dorm he and Tom had fucked against, and wished suddenly, urgently, that he could do that with Peter. When would the women go on another grocery shopping spree? He would eat extra this week, then they’d run out of food faster.
“We’ll have to do it again…and again…to see how good I am,” Edmund said. He knew he was being arrogant, but Peter was, all the time, and he didn’t get embarrassed over it or apologize for it, either.
Peter’s hand slipped from his and stroked up his neck, to his jaw, to trace over his lips. He eyes were like hungry blue flame. Mmm. “Yes,” he murmured, “Indeed.”
He looked so good with his hair messy. He looked so good naked. He looked so good all the time, but especially now, with hunger and satisfaction mixed in together, and his gaze and attention and love, absolutely focused on Edmund. It was everything Edmund had ever wanted.
Edmund was tempted to sleep there, in a light content doze with Peter so close. It would be so good. But they were in the car, they had made it sweaty and gross, and time was not their friend. Another day – when the women are out grocery shopping, he thought – they would have his or Peter’s bed to just laze and snuggle in after sex. Soon! It had to be soon!
Gently he eased off and out of Peter, and they both sighed in reluctance at the decrease in intimacy. Edmund sat back on his haunches and said, “So, Pete…” he licked his lips. The thought had just crashed into his mind: What if Peter didn’t want this to happen ever again? What if it was a one-night thing? Shit.
Peter seemed to read the fear in his eyes, because he said, “What is it? I’m not as good at reading things as you and Lucy are.”
Edmund smirked at that. But then his smirk left, and he blurted, “Um, we’re doing this again, right?”
He was staring at the space of seat between them now.
“Edmund,” Peter said, a little sharply. Then his voice softened. “Of course we will.”
Edmund’s head shot up and he grinned at Peter. “Alright! Eat a lot this week, then. They’ll have to go shop again, and we’ll have the house to our selves…”
Peter stared at him, and then burst out laughing. “You sure think fast!”
They sat grinning at each other stupidly, and then Peter started putting his clothes back on, and Edmund did the same. When they sat up, Peter groaned, and Edmund looked at him knowingly. “Sore, right?”
A deep flush colored Peter’s face and it was delightful to watch. “Um, yes…” He winced.
Edmund wanted to laugh, but he stopped himself. He would let Peter keep his pride. But he was proud of himself, because just…it was good, to know his ministrations and coupling with Peter had created that pain in Peter’s body. He knew it was a good sort of pain. He remembered his first…oh yes, that had hurt.
Suddenly sympathetic, he said, “Take a hot bath. It’ll help a lot.”
Peter stretched, and then opened the door behind him and stepped out. “Thanks. Ouch!”
Edmund laughed and stepped out too. He looked up at the night stars twinkling down on them, and thought of Aslan. Somehow the sky always made him think of Narnia. It had that certain beauty to it that Narnia had, the way it sparkled at night. He closed his eyes for a few moments and sent a silent thanks to Aslan for making this happen.
Then he looked at Peter and said, “How are we going to…” He gestured towards the car.
Peter’s head disappeared a moment, and then reappeared for a brief blip before a sudden shocking coldness smacked Edmund right in the face.
“Shit!” Edmund spluttered. “What…?” He spluttered and shook his head to make the snowball that had hit him so forcefully drop away.
Peter laughed. “That’s for teasing me so much earlier. Even if it was…good.” He flushed again, and through the sting as Edmund scraped snow from behind his ear, he thought how good that look was on Peter. He’d have to make sure to embarrass him more.
“That’s our solution, too,” Peter said. “Snow. Water. We’ll clean it out with that…and leave a window cracked. To air it out. And maybe a trip tomorrow or something? It would be nice to go somewhere…together.”
Edmund thought of the silent, cold Peter that had been taking trips the past week, and at the idea that Peter was now happy and his and wanted to go out together, he felt warmth bubble in him. “Yes,” he agreed, nodding. “I’d like that.”
They cleaned out the car. Edmund didn’t hear another complaint from Peter about the pain, but occasionally he’d look up and see Peter gnawing his lip in a way that rather reminded him of himself. But in Peter it was a sign of pain, not irritation or nervousness.
They walked back to the house, slowly, secretly wishing they could be more open, but Edmund felt happy, because they’d be out again tomorrow, hopefully just the two of them, and he would eat his way into making sure they’d get to be alone in the house soon, too.
When they returned inside, Mother and Susan were gone from the dining room. Lucy sat in the living room, curled up reading a book. Edmund watched as Peter strode down the hall straight to the bathroom for his bath. Edmund stopped by the living room, and paused to ruffle Lucy’s hair.
She grumbled at this move, and shook her head. Then she looked up at him, and grinned impishly. It was a very mischievous smirk, and Edmund wondered what it was doing here right now.
“What?” he said in response.
Lucy giggled, and then turned her head back to her book. “Nothing,” she said. “I had extra fun shopping with mum and Susan today, is all.”
Edmund stared at her, mystified. What? She was trying to tell him something there, but he wasn’t catching it. His body felt suddenly tired from all that hard, good fucking…god, he needed a bath, too. He shrugged, saying, “Alright, Lu,” and walked down the corridor.
When he was sure Lu was back in her book, and he heard Susan humming from her room, he ducked into the bathroom.
Peter sat in the tub with a scowl on his face, but when he saw who it was he bit back curses about the broken door and blushed, instead. Edmund smirked. He grabbed the toothpaste from the counter, and jammed it a little under the door, so it was out of sight, but enough to keep the door from budging immediately were someone to try and open it.
He sauntered over to Peter, and then leaned down. “Feeling better yet?”
Peter licked his lips. “Yes. And when I’m done here, I’m sure I’ll sleep well tonight.”
They shared a secret smile. Good. Peter was in pain but pleased and content, too. Edmund couldn’t wait to do more with him. But for now…He smiled, and whispered sweetly, teasingly, “Can I get a good night kiss?”
Peter laughed quietly, and then his slippery hands were on Edmund, his chest, jaw, hair, and he yanked Edmund down and kissed him. It was a good, hard kiss at first, hungry, and Edmund bit back a moan. But then the kiss became tender and chaste, and somehow that alone left Edmund shivering for more when Peter drew back.
“Good enough, or do you want more?” Peter’s eyes looked brighter when he was teasing back.
Edmund cleared his throat. “That will do…for now.”
He slid his clothes off then, and washed off too, squished with Peter in the tub. When he was done, he turned and fled, before the temptation to do it again or do something and wind up getting them caught came to him. First though, before he left, he whispered, “Good night.”
Peter, scrubbing his hair and standing in a towel, blew him a kiss in response. It was so silly, and so unlike the cold, serious Peter that Edmund had experienced the last week, and so unkingly, that Edmund just had to laugh. He laughed on the way back to his room, and changed into his night clothes, and flopped into bed.
He fell asleep that night with a smile on his lips.
THE END
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