7sprompt: Hot
Jun. 6th, 2010 04:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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When he came in he found Peter taking up the entire couch. Peter was reclining comfortably in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. A half-finished soda was perched on top of a coaster on the table. When he saw the other man Peter wiggled his bare toes in greeting.
“You look comfortable,” Sylar noted with a raised eyebrow.
“I am,” Peter agreed. “I had the day off.”
“You should’ve told me,” Sylar huffed. “We could’ve gone out.”
“Oh, I already did.” Peter smiled up at the former killer mischievously. Sylar was too stunned to react, so Peter continued. “I went out and had a great time. I looked hot,” he added with a smirk. “You missed out.”
“Excuse me?” Sylar’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“I looked hot,” Peter repeated. He stretched out as far as he could on the couch, exposing some of his belly for Sylar’s benefit. “Really hot, and you missed it.”
“Really…?” Sylar tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. He drew closer until he was looming over Peter. “I don’t know about that, Peter. You look pretty hot right now.”
Peter squirmed under the former killer’s gaze. There was something about Sylar’s scrutiny… Peter’s face turned red. “You’re just saying that,” he muttered at last.
“No.” Sylar swung his legs over, straddling the smaller man. His gaze was intense and all Peter could do was stare back. “I’m not,’ Sylar murmured, bending down to seal their lips together.
When he came in he found Peter taking up the entire couch. Peter was reclining comfortably in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. A half-finished soda was perched on top of a coaster on the table. When he saw the other man Peter wiggled his bare toes in greeting.
“You look comfortable,” Sylar noted with a raised eyebrow.
“I am,” Peter agreed. “I had the day off.”
“You should’ve told me,” Sylar huffed. “We could’ve gone out.”
“Oh, I already did.” Peter smiled up at the former killer mischievously. Sylar was too stunned to react, so Peter continued. “I went out and had a great time. I looked hot,” he added with a smirk. “You missed out.”
“Excuse me?” Sylar’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“I looked hot,” Peter repeated. He stretched out as far as he could on the couch, exposing some of his belly for Sylar’s benefit. “Really hot, and you missed it.”
“Really…?” Sylar tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. He drew closer until he was looming over Peter. “I don’t know about that, Peter. You look pretty hot right now.”
Peter squirmed under the former killer’s gaze. There was something about Sylar’s scrutiny… Peter’s face turned red. “You’re just saying that,” he muttered at last.
“No.” Sylar swung his legs over, straddling the smaller man. His gaze was intense and all Peter could do was stare back. “I’m not,’ Sylar murmured, bending down to seal their lips together.