Fic: Just Another Teenage Love Story
Title: Just Another Teenage Love Story
Author: hihielmo
Characters: Luke/Lyle, implied Sylar/Luke
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Heroes doesn’t belong to me.
Word Count: 787
Warnings: None. I know, I was shocked too.
Summary: Lyle’s not sure when exactly, but if he had to guess, he’s say it was when Luke flicked a meatball into Claire’s hair that he fell in love.
Notes: Written for takhallus as for her day as CEO at heroes_exchange. Sorry if it’s not up to scratch Ma’am!
Luke had been living with them a total of four week and three days before Lyle had the courage to make his move. The move had been agonized over during the moments before sleep and whenever Lyle caught that smirk across the dinner table.
The thing was, Lyle didn’t like boys. Not really. After all, jerking off to Brad Pitt one time didn’t really count, right? For Christ sakes, Lyle played football. He fantasized about Megan Fox. He had a girlfriend.
Well, sort of. She was a girlfriend in the sense that they talked at lunchtime and went to movies with other couples. But for some reason, Rose had never made him blush by just smiling at him. She never made him laugh till milk came out of his nose. She never made his dick hard by just glancing at him through her lashes and licking her lips.
That first week, Lyle ignored Luke. As any teenage boy, he was disgruntled by the fact that his life had been, once again, interrupted by his sister’s thing.
By the end of the first week, Lyle had totally changed his mind. Luke was cool. He knew the best cheats on X-box, he helped Lyle prank Claire, and he had the best stories. Most of them were about his old life back in Jersey but some of them we’re about his dad’s old partner, Sylar. Those stories were different almost. Luke always looked different when he was telling them. That was when Lyle first realized how attracted he was to the strange boy.
“-and then,” Luke said, voice strange, eyes far away, “he took the keys to my mom’s car from me. And we left.”
“You just left,” Lyle stated, eyes fixed on Luke, “Why?”
“Can’t really explain it,” Luke shrugged, coming back to himself, “Maybe if you met him you’d understand.”
“I have met him,” Lyle snapped, unsure why he was so annoyed, “I don’t get what the big deal is.”
Luke jut shrugged again and rolled over in the sleep bag that took up the floor of Lyle’s bedroom.
“Whatever,” Luke said, voice tapering off into sleep. Lyle sat staring up at the ceiling, mind still remembering the smile that played on Luke’s lips whenever he said Sylar’s name. Lyle wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much.
The next two weeks passed in a blur of video games, late night food fights, and wrestling in the living room. Lyle’s not sure when exactly, but if he had to guess, he’s say it was when Luke flicked a meatball into Claire’s hair that he fell in love.
Which lead Lyle right to this moment, perched on his bed, waiting anxiously for Luke to finish brushing his teeth. His leg bounced and he chewed his lip, watching the door. Finally, that mess of brown hair and pale face appeared in his doorway.
“You okay there buddy?” Luke smirked at him, crossing the room to settle onto his sleeping bag. Lyle just gave him a weak smile before taking a deep breath. Luke paused while reaching for the PlayStation remote and shot him a weird look.
“Seriously, dude, you okay?” he asked, finally looking at Lyle closely. Lyle nodded before sliding down, sitting next to Luke, and grabbing the other remote.
“I’m cool,” Lyle muttered, feeling distinctly uncool at the moment, “Let’s play.”
Fifteen minutes later, Luke threw the remote down, glaring at Lyle.
“Okay,” Luke snapped, “what the hell is going on? Cuz I just kicked your ass seven ways to Sunday on a videogame that I’ve played once in my entire life. Spill.”
“I--,” Lyle stuttered, stomach flipping crazily. “I… I just really like you, you know?”
“Okay?” Luke said, eyebrows raised, “what’s the big deal? I like you too. I mean- ” His eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Lyle said, staring at his feet and picking at a stray thread unraveling from the sleeping bag.
“So you like… like me. Like that,” Luke muttered and Lyle blushed, completely convinced this moment couldn’t be anymore mortifying.
“Look we don’t have to talk about it or anything it’s just… you know,” Lyle shrugged, not meeting Luke’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Luke said softly, “Yeah, I know.” Luke reached out and rested a palm on Lyle’s knee. Lyle glanced up at him shyly and their eyes finally met.
“Would it be too corny if I said I liked you too?” Luke smirked and Lyle’s heart stopped.
“Totally,” Lyle grinned. Luke smiled back at him.
“So can I kiss you now or do you wanna sit and stare meaningfully into each others eyes some more?” Luke joked, leaning forward.
“Shut up,” Lyle glared at him before their lips met in the middle.