Separate beds
Mar. 31st, 2011 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticWith a sigh he shifted on the bed trying to find some bit of weariness in his body. But to no avail: Peter was wide awake. He finally gave up the battle and threw off the covers. Quietly he padded barefoot across the floor to the other room.
It looked like Sylar was sleeping soundly. Peter watched the older man for a moment, listening to his rhythmic breathing. He never thought he would be sharing an apartment with a killer, yet it felt right after all that time together.
Sylar shifted in his sleep, the covers falling to expose his bare chest. Peter felt a flutter in his heart watching the man.
“Sylar,” he called out. “Sylar, wake up.” The man stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Peter? What’s wrong?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Peter wetted his lips. “Is there room for me?” Sylar’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled and pulled back the covers.
Peter crossed the room and slid into bed. In a moment he rolled to be closer, his body nestled on top of Sylar’s. He couldn’t help smiling at the man’s surprised reaction. Then he started pressing kisses over Sylar’s face and lips.
“Peter…”
“I thought separate beds was the best thing,” Peter murmured. “But I can’t do it.”
“This is much better,” Sylar agreed. Peter wasn’t willing to actually vocalize it but he still needed Sylar’s presence to keep him sane. Even being in a separate room while they slept was too much distance.
After a few more kisses Peter settled down. Sylar lazily rested a hand on the younger man’s bare back. Peter felt himself being lulled to sleep by Sylar’s closeness. He could feel Sylar relaxing under him, and he smiled.
Turned out they both still needed each other.
It looked like Sylar was sleeping soundly. Peter watched the older man for a moment, listening to his rhythmic breathing. He never thought he would be sharing an apartment with a killer, yet it felt right after all that time together.
Sylar shifted in his sleep, the covers falling to expose his bare chest. Peter felt a flutter in his heart watching the man.
“Sylar,” he called out. “Sylar, wake up.” The man stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Peter? What’s wrong?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Peter wetted his lips. “Is there room for me?” Sylar’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled and pulled back the covers.
Peter crossed the room and slid into bed. In a moment he rolled to be closer, his body nestled on top of Sylar’s. He couldn’t help smiling at the man’s surprised reaction. Then he started pressing kisses over Sylar’s face and lips.
“Peter…”
“I thought separate beds was the best thing,” Peter murmured. “But I can’t do it.”
“This is much better,” Sylar agreed. Peter wasn’t willing to actually vocalize it but he still needed Sylar’s presence to keep him sane. Even being in a separate room while they slept was too much distance.
After a few more kisses Peter settled down. Sylar lazily rested a hand on the younger man’s bare back. Peter felt himself being lulled to sleep by Sylar’s closeness. He could feel Sylar relaxing under him, and he smiled.
Turned out they both still needed each other.