Writers: The Plan for the Day
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"As a matter of fact, yes; I did have plans for today. And us getting naked and having mind-blowing sex was definitely a part of that agenda."
Not what Peter was expecting to hear from Sylar at all, and he choked in surprise. And the words were delivered so bluntly, too, without a hint of embarrassment.
“Are you serious?” Peter asked once he could form words.
“Absolutely.” Sylar’s eyes glowed at him. Of course they already had a pretty healthy sex life but it always just seemed to happen. One would have a need for physical intimacy and before they knew it they were rolling around on the ground or against a wall or the table or any other flat surface.
“Oh.” Peter squeaked out the word sheepishly. “I, um… I have to get to work.” It might’ve seemed cowardly to run but at least now he had the option. Back in that place the two had nothing but each other. Sex was an easy next step.
When Peter got home Sylar was there waiting. The empath wondered if the other bothered to do anything, or if the sex was his only plan all day. Without a word Sylar crossed the room and pulled Peter close, crushing his lips in a kiss. Guess that answered that question.
“How was work?” Sylar asked conversationally even as he worked off Peter’s paramedic uniform.
“Fine.” Peter let the material drop off his shoulders. His fingers trailed down Sylar’s chest, gently pulling up his shirt to brush against the man’s skin. He gasped as a sudden image hit of his lips on that same skin. Sylar gasped for breath as Peter went lower, his lips closing around the man’s cock and pulling out moans.
Peter pulled his hand back and tried to shake the memory away. The image was so real Peter could swear it was happening now. Frowning, he lifted his finger to touch Sylar’s mouth. He got another flash of all the times their lips connected, how their teeth worried the tender skin and tongues slid through to taste more. And then Peter was kissing Sylar for real, hungry to make new memories.
Sylar had Peter’s shirt off now and his hands ran along Peter’s spine. Peter shuddered as his mind flooded with memories of every other time those hands touched him. Panting, his hands fumbled to loosen Sylar’s pants and shove them off the man’s hips. The moment he touched bare skin Peter got images of the two of them grinding together, of his fingers digging in as Sylar shoved his cock inside Peter’s body.
“Wh..what..?” Peter blinked, fighting to discern between the images and reality.
“Psychometry,” Sylar explained as he helped Peter get undressed. His fingers brushed the cleft of Peter’s ass and the younger man moaned reliving previous times those fingers pushed inside him. “You’re seeing our history.”
“Y… you mean…” Peter paused to whimper, rolling against Sylar’s intruding fingers. “You mean you feel this… every time you touch me?”
“Yes.” Sylar’s breath was on his neck and Peter’s eyes fluttered closed. Images still went through his head but Peter could separate them better; he wanted to feel Sylar now and everything he was doing.
If these images were really going through Sylar’s head all the time, Peter couldn’t imagine how the man ever kept his hands to himself. Peter certainly couldn’t. He pushed Sylar down on the floor so he could ride the man’s cock. Sylar smiled up at him, his fingers tenderly moving up to brush Peter’s hair out of his eyes.
“Your hair is getting so long.”
“What did you see?” Peter asked breathlessly.
“New memories being made,” Sylar murmured. Peter smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Sylar was definitely fulfilling his plans for the day.
Not what Peter was expecting to hear from Sylar at all, and he choked in surprise. And the words were delivered so bluntly, too, without a hint of embarrassment.
“Are you serious?” Peter asked once he could form words.
“Absolutely.” Sylar’s eyes glowed at him. Of course they already had a pretty healthy sex life but it always just seemed to happen. One would have a need for physical intimacy and before they knew it they were rolling around on the ground or against a wall or the table or any other flat surface.
“Oh.” Peter squeaked out the word sheepishly. “I, um… I have to get to work.” It might’ve seemed cowardly to run but at least now he had the option. Back in that place the two had nothing but each other. Sex was an easy next step.
When Peter got home Sylar was there waiting. The empath wondered if the other bothered to do anything, or if the sex was his only plan all day. Without a word Sylar crossed the room and pulled Peter close, crushing his lips in a kiss. Guess that answered that question.
“How was work?” Sylar asked conversationally even as he worked off Peter’s paramedic uniform.
“Fine.” Peter let the material drop off his shoulders. His fingers trailed down Sylar’s chest, gently pulling up his shirt to brush against the man’s skin. He gasped as a sudden image hit of his lips on that same skin. Sylar gasped for breath as Peter went lower, his lips closing around the man’s cock and pulling out moans.
Peter pulled his hand back and tried to shake the memory away. The image was so real Peter could swear it was happening now. Frowning, he lifted his finger to touch Sylar’s mouth. He got another flash of all the times their lips connected, how their teeth worried the tender skin and tongues slid through to taste more. And then Peter was kissing Sylar for real, hungry to make new memories.
Sylar had Peter’s shirt off now and his hands ran along Peter’s spine. Peter shuddered as his mind flooded with memories of every other time those hands touched him. Panting, his hands fumbled to loosen Sylar’s pants and shove them off the man’s hips. The moment he touched bare skin Peter got images of the two of them grinding together, of his fingers digging in as Sylar shoved his cock inside Peter’s body.
“Wh..what..?” Peter blinked, fighting to discern between the images and reality.
“Psychometry,” Sylar explained as he helped Peter get undressed. His fingers brushed the cleft of Peter’s ass and the younger man moaned reliving previous times those fingers pushed inside him. “You’re seeing our history.”
“Y… you mean…” Peter paused to whimper, rolling against Sylar’s intruding fingers. “You mean you feel this… every time you touch me?”
“Yes.” Sylar’s breath was on his neck and Peter’s eyes fluttered closed. Images still went through his head but Peter could separate them better; he wanted to feel Sylar now and everything he was doing.
If these images were really going through Sylar’s head all the time, Peter couldn’t imagine how the man ever kept his hands to himself. Peter certainly couldn’t. He pushed Sylar down on the floor so he could ride the man’s cock. Sylar smiled up at him, his fingers tenderly moving up to brush Peter’s hair out of his eyes.
“Your hair is getting so long.”
“What did you see?” Peter asked breathlessly.
“New memories being made,” Sylar murmured. Peter smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Sylar was definitely fulfilling his plans for the day.