New Pub: Communication through touch
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spongetasticHe wasn’t sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way Peter started to connect with Sylar. Of course when you were the only two people in the world it was inevitable to connect with the other person. Peter tried to keep a distance between them for as long as he could but in the end, he needed the company.
Peter sat near the wall taking sips of water. While he rested he studied the wall as if this new angle would show him something he missed. Sylar approached him, resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He felt the other man’s warm hand through his shirt and knew it was meant to comfort him.
If he was working too hard, Sylar would tug on his arm to pull him away, or simply rest his hand on Peter’s back. When Sylar combed his fingers through Peter’s hair it could mean any number of things, though every time it always felt tender and intimate.
And then there were the kisses. The first time Sylar kissed him, it worked as a question. The first time Peter kissed Sylar, it spoke of loneliness. Now most of their kisses were searching. Searching for limits, for connection, for intimacy, for whatever the other was willing to give.
Sex was something else. Peter certainly never planned for it, but the ache drew him to the only other person in their lonely world. When he was in the dominant role he knew what it meant: he was the one in control. And if he allowed Sylar to take over, he was admitting he was losing that control.
All these things they understood about each other without exchanging a single word.
Peter sat near the wall taking sips of water. While he rested he studied the wall as if this new angle would show him something he missed. Sylar approached him, resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He felt the other man’s warm hand through his shirt and knew it was meant to comfort him.
If he was working too hard, Sylar would tug on his arm to pull him away, or simply rest his hand on Peter’s back. When Sylar combed his fingers through Peter’s hair it could mean any number of things, though every time it always felt tender and intimate.
And then there were the kisses. The first time Sylar kissed him, it worked as a question. The first time Peter kissed Sylar, it spoke of loneliness. Now most of their kisses were searching. Searching for limits, for connection, for intimacy, for whatever the other was willing to give.
Sex was something else. Peter certainly never planned for it, but the ache drew him to the only other person in their lonely world. When he was in the dominant role he knew what it meant: he was the one in control. And if he allowed Sylar to take over, he was admitting he was losing that control.
All these things they understood about each other without exchanging a single word.