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spongetastic) wrote2011-06-21 07:02 am
spongetastic) wrote2011-06-21 07:02 am
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New Pub: When I get you home
Hobbies kept you busy, gave you something to do. Peter used to have a hobby of collecting baseball cards and reading comic books. But he didn’t think either of those things would suit Sylar. Anything involving clocks or watches was out of the question, too.
So Peter took Sylar to a hobby shop hoping something there would catch the other man’s eye. As a joke Peter steered him toward the more feminine hobbies. For his efforts, he was treated to a dark look that would’ve been threatening if Peter didn’t know Sylar so well.
“Oh, here’s something!”
“Better not be crochet,” Sylar muttered. Peter just chuckled and showed the other man what he’d found. “Ship in a bottle?”
“Yeah. I think it’s perfect for you. You have a great attention to detail and you have a steady hand, and you’re already used to working with small parts.” Without meaning to Peter had reached for Sylar’s hand while he talked. “You’re very good with your hands,” he added softly.
“…Are we still talking about building ships in bottles?” Sylar asked with a questioning lift of his eyebrow.
“You could build model cars if you prefer,” Peter shrugged as his hand slipped away. Sylar let out a snort.
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” Sylar’s answer was another look before he turned his attention back to the ships. It was the most interest he’d shown in the shop all day. Peter’s hand found Sylar’s again. “So what do you think?”
Sylar turned and leaned in very close to Peter. “I think… I can’t wait to get home.” Peter’s lips drew into a line but he couldn’t hide the spark those words caused in his eyes.
“I told you: I can’t be your hobby.” Sylar smiled a little at that. He would love nothing better than to kiss Peter then, but those intimate gestures were reserved for the privacy of their apartment. For now he just squeezed Peter’s hand.
“We’ll see.”
So Peter took Sylar to a hobby shop hoping something there would catch the other man’s eye. As a joke Peter steered him toward the more feminine hobbies. For his efforts, he was treated to a dark look that would’ve been threatening if Peter didn’t know Sylar so well.
“Oh, here’s something!”
“Better not be crochet,” Sylar muttered. Peter just chuckled and showed the other man what he’d found. “Ship in a bottle?”
“Yeah. I think it’s perfect for you. You have a great attention to detail and you have a steady hand, and you’re already used to working with small parts.” Without meaning to Peter had reached for Sylar’s hand while he talked. “You’re very good with your hands,” he added softly.
“…Are we still talking about building ships in bottles?” Sylar asked with a questioning lift of his eyebrow.
“You could build model cars if you prefer,” Peter shrugged as his hand slipped away. Sylar let out a snort.
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” Sylar’s answer was another look before he turned his attention back to the ships. It was the most interest he’d shown in the shop all day. Peter’s hand found Sylar’s again. “So what do you think?”
Sylar turned and leaned in very close to Peter. “I think… I can’t wait to get home.” Peter’s lips drew into a line but he couldn’t hide the spark those words caused in his eyes.
“I told you: I can’t be your hobby.” Sylar smiled a little at that. He would love nothing better than to kiss Peter then, but those intimate gestures were reserved for the privacy of their apartment. For now he just squeezed Peter’s hand.
“We’ll see.”