Becoming Visible
Title: Becoming Visible
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Lyle/Jeremy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3,515
Spoilers: Up through 4x11 “Thanksgiving”
Warnings: Slash, underaged boys having sex (15 year-old and two 17-year olds, if not your bag, probably shouldn’t read it), vague dub-conish, angst
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Jeremy didn’t die! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Written at speed and unbetaed. (I'm going to the special hell, I'm going to the special hell...)
Summary: Lyle’s always been invisible, but there are some things he's willing to make a choice and take a stand for.
The heat was too much for him, even after warming up to it, and Lyle hissed as his skin scorched under Luke’s hand, painful blisters rising under his fingers.
“Shit,” Luke swore, and moved his hand. Jeremy moved in right after him, his touch soothing the angry blisters away, washing Lyle’ injury away with a rush of power.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Jeremy accused. Luke snorted in derision, shaking his head in denial, but when Lyle and Jeremy lunged forward to wrestle him to the bed, he scowled and ran a burning hand along Lyle’s side. Jeremy’s hand followed almost instantly, stopping the pain before Lyle could do more than suck in a breath to scream.
“I like seeing you do it,” Luke grudgingly admitted. They let him go, and Lyle fell backwards, body primed from the energy and wrung out at the same time.
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He hadn’t even cared about these two when he’d first let them into his house. They weren’t his type, he didn’t even like boys, but they needed a place to crash and be safe. The government might have stopped hunting specials wholesale, but sometimes shit happened and someone ended up needing a place to hide. Rebel knew that, and had asked Lyle to help. He sometimes wondered why Rebel had never asked his mom to do it, but he thought he had it figured out. Lyle’s mom was always out with Mr. Muggles or Doug or Claire or Dad or anywhere but home. She didn’t care what he did, as long as the police or the school never called her. Lyle was invisible, and that made him a good place to sent people that were being hunted.
He dropped out of French and started taking German, just to see if Mom noticed. He moved up another rank in taekwando and his dojo sent out an invitation for him to compete in the next inter-discipline tournament. Lyle stuck it on the fridge next to the calendar of Mr. Muggles’ grooming appointments. She never said a word. He signed up online to get information from colleges in the most obscure regions of the country and left the brochures all over the house. She tidied them up without comment, or told him to do so, without ever talking about them.
He once stayed out all night at a friend’s house without calling, only to get home the next day to find the house empty and a note from Mom saying she’d gone up to see Claire and for Lyle to behave himself for the next few days.
So why the hell should it matter if Lyle was letting two virtual strangers paw at his body like they owned it? Why should it matter if they were boys? No one cared what he did or whom he talked to or anything. They did. They cared enough to fight over him, to compete for his attention. If it hadn’t gotten Lyle off at first, just because of strange wrongness of the whole thing, it was definitely getting him off now.
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Luke had started it. He’d come here first and been here the longest. He was the epitome of everything Lyle had wanted to be, at least in his daydreams. Luke was fucked up, no doubt about it, but at least when things had gotten bad, Luke had done something about it. He’d left, gone on a cross-country trip, avoided the hunters, and ended up here, at the Bennet house. He was always kind of vague about exactly what he’d done and whom he’d traveled with, but at least he’d had the guts to go for it.
He had more guts than Lyle, more confidence, more experience. Luke had shocked the hell out of him the second day he’d been there. They’d been sitting on the couch, playing video games, when Luke had basically lunged in for a kiss when Lyle had been slack-jawed in concentration on a tricky level. The only thing Lyle could really remember about it was it was wet and messy and they’d both been struggling, Luke to hold him still, Lyle to get away.
“What the hell was that?” Lyle had demanded, when Luke had surfaced for breath.
“You liked it,” Luke accused. Then he’d kissed him again. And again. Lyle somehow never really told him to stop. He wasn’t really even sure if he liked it all that much, Luke was a guy after all, but Luke wanted to do it, and Lyle didn’t want to push anyone away that wanted him.
Luke got off on it. It was kinda hard to ignore when he had Lyle pressed up against a wall or trapped in a corner of the couch, feeling that hardness pressing into him and Luke panting in his ear like Lyle was the hottest thing ever. When Luke has asked him, “Do ya wanna try something?” Lyle had just nodded, half-hard and curious.
He hadn’t expected Luke to shove down his own pants and nudge Lyle so he was face-to-cock with Luke’s hard-on.
“Want to see you try, want to see your mouth.”
It was weird and wrong and not even that sexy (Luke wasn’t going to win any stupid teen magazine awards, that was for certain), but Luke was hard because of Lyle, and that was a hell of a turn on, in a different sort of way. Lyle fumbled his way through it, mouthing and awkwardly sucking, trying to ignore the bitter salt taste, just trying to hear more of those half-conscious compliments.
Luke knew a hell of a lot more than he did; he gave all kinds of instructions in a half-hesitant voice, sounding like Lyle did when he tried to imitate his dad being all badass. Who had taught Luke, Lyle didn’t give a crap. He just knew it got Luke even harder when Lyle did what he said, so he did it just to hear Luke lose control. He hated the taste of it when Luke came in his mouth, but loved to hear Luke cursing and praising him in the same breath. It never got Lyle off, not really, but he didn’t mind. At least Luke never forgot he existed, even when he had to hide in the house he was living in so Mom wouldn’t find him. It was funny, Lyle managed to hide in his own house without trying, without anyone knowing he was there, so it wasn’t so strange that he knew all the best hiding places.
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There was more than enough room to hide another person when Jeremy showed up later. He was a lot more subdued than Luke, quiet and respectful, never touching anything or anybody, always keeping to himself. Luke seemed to take that as a challenge. He lived for showing off, using his power to microwave popcorn or frozen burritos right at the coffee table, prodding for some kind of reaction from the quiet kid. Lyle didn’t mean to intervene, didn’t mean to do anything, it just sort of happened.
Jeremy knew what Luke and Lyle were doing in Lyle’s room. It was kind of hard not to, because Luke didn’t always shut the door and Lyle sometimes forgot. Jeremy may have even been watching them. Lyle couldn’t have said for sure, but Luke’s occasional smirks meant that maybe he’d seen him spying through the open door. Maybe Luke had planned the whole thing; Lyle wouldn’t have put it past him.
Luke had passed Lyle a freshly heated burrito, squeezing it too hard and letting the boiling-hot filling slop over Lyle’s hand.
“Watch it, jackass!” Lyle had snapped, hissing in pain as he tried to wipe the beef-and-beans from his hand. Underneath, the skin was angry red and tender. Lyle had been about to go off on Luke again when Jeremy had unexpectedly taken Lyle’s hand. Before he could pull it away, Jeremy closed his eyes and a rush of energy seemed to sweep down Lyle’s hand, taking the pain with it. His skin lost its red color and went back to normal, the burn fading without a trace.
Luke watched Jeremy with his mouth open. “That’s your power?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Jeremy said in a very small voice, hesitating like he was going to say something else. “Yeah, that’s what I do.”
He hadn’t let go of Lyle’s hand, and Lyle was starting to wonder if he should just take it back. The energy had left a strange tingling sensation all over, like pins and needles, but not painful at all. Jeremy’s cheeks turned an intense shade of red and Lyle heard him suck in a breath as he darted in to lay a kiss on Lyle’s mouth. Yeah, he’d definitely been watching.
“Go on, kiss him back,” Luke said in his ear. Lyle wanted to tell Luke to shut up, but then he’d have to stop, and he really didn’t want to. He kissed Jeremy back, grabbed that dumb-ass long hair of his and put everything Luke had taught him into it.
The idea of two people wanting him was a little more than mind-blowing, and Lyle didn’t want to wake up if he was dreaming. Now it was getting him more than just half-hard, now it was working, even if Lyle would have never picked these two in a hundred years. It didn’t matter. They were the poster children for dysfunctional, wayward, fug, and blatant sex-ed stupidity (damn health class lessons ringing in Lyle’s ears) and Lyle thought that all of this was better than anything he’d had in the last two years of incandescent craziness that had been his life.
“Wait,” Lyle had gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He held out both hands to keep Luke and Jeremy from him for just a minute. He thought he knew how this was going to end up, at least partly, and God help them all if Mom came home to find them all half-naked on the living room sofa. “Not down here.”
He’d led them, not to his room, the bed was too small, but to Claire’s. Claire wasn’t going to come back here ever, anyway, Lyle knew it. And it was a big, satisfying “fuck you” to the sister who’d forgotten about him as much as his parents. She used to tell him about all the weirdness just in case she had her memory wiped and she needed to be reminded. She didn’t tell him anything now. No one was going to bother to wipe his memory anyway. He’d already managed to wipe himself from existence for everyone except Luke and Jeremy.
That had been the first time. Burning and healing. Touching and grabbing and sucking, mostly only with Luke being the only one naked. He was the only one confident enough with himself to expose himself in front of what were really two strangers. But Lyle didn’t mind, just as long as they wanted him. Jeremy was a complete contrast, always showering before they did anything, while Luke sometimes got himself all worked up, so Lyle could really taste and smell him. Luke was the one to give directions, while Jeremy was always behind Lyle, arms around him, like he was trying to be protective, like an older brother Lyle had never had.
And that was good, more than good.
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“You wanna?” Luke asked him, letting him lean back against Jeremy so he could palm the bulge in Lyle’s jeans.
The bitter taste of Luke’s spunk from a little earlier still lingered on the back of Lyle’s tongue, but he nodded his head anyway. The rush of Jeremy’s healing energy was pushing Lyle high, heart pounding and dick throbbing hard against Luke’s hand. Grinning, Luke yanked off Lyle’s jeans and underwear, pulling him up so he could kiss him. Lyle nearly shouted into Luke’s mouth when he wrapped his hand around Lyle’s hardness, part of him wanting to thrust into the close circle of his fist, and the other part of him not wanting a microwaved penis.
“Fucking relax and go with it. Jesus, I’m not going to fry you,” Luke muttered against his mouth, and Lyle shuddered in forcible relief. Luke’s hand felt fucking fantastic, way the hell better than his own, and he gave himself up to it.
“You find that stuff I got?” Luke asked over Lyle’s shoulder. Lyle would have asked what the hell that meant, until Luke did some funny fluttering thing with his fingers and ran his fingernail up Lyle’s shaft just so and Lyle instead had to concentrate with everything he had just to not come right away.
“Yeah,” Jeremy whispered.
“Do it, man, come on!” Luke commanded, and suddenly circled the base of Lyle cock to stop the onrush of orgasm. Lyle made some involuntary whimper in the back of his throat, but Luke was relentless.
Then he felt what had to be Jeremy’s fingers, slick with something cool, start probing at his ass.
“Luke, what the fuck?!” Lyle yelled, trying to jerk away. The touch evaporated immediately, and Luke looked down at Lyle like he’d missed something obvious.
“Exactly, duh,” Luke said slowly. “He’s gonna fuck you. He wants to. You’ll like it, trust me.”
If it was going to be someone, it was probably better it was Jeremy. At least he knew how to be gentle, if they were going to do something like this…
“You ever…” Lyle asked nervously, looking over his shoulder. Jeremy had managed to get all the way naked while Luke had been distracting Lyle, and he was flushed red all over. His long hair hid most of his face, but it couldn’t hide the fact that Jeremy was hard, really damn hard. Jeremy wanted this, he really did. This wasn’t some half-brained idea of Luke’s.
“No,” Jeremy said quietly. “Can I?”
Lyle’s mouth dropped open. Luke took the opportunity to kiss him again, hard enough to bruise his mouth, stroking Lyle’s neglected cock at the same time. Any sort of rational thought fled.
“Yeah, you can,” Lyle said. He didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but neither did Jeremy, and being equals in ignorance was at least something.
“Like I told you,” Luke muttered quietly.
Or, Lyle reflected, at least as ignorant as Luke would let them be.
Lyle concentrated on the slow slide of Luke’s hand along his length as Luke murmured half-heard instructions to Jeremy on what to do. It didn’t exactly hurt as Jeremy breached him with a slick fingertip, but it was a weird feeling. Uncomfortable and impossible to ignore, particularly when Lyle could feel the renewed tingling from Jeremy’s touch. This was supposed to hurt, it wasn’t natural, but Luke’s instructions and Jeremy’s patience and powers were keeping it just on the side of “stranger than fuck,” but not painful. Then Jeremy’s fingers began to probe and search for something for long minutes, enough so Lyle was about to crack some stupid joke, when he hit something that made every light in Lyle’s head explode at once.
His dick leapt to attention and Lyle shouted something incoherent and needy, shoving back frantically to try to make whatever-the-hell-it-was happen again.
“Bingo, you got it,” Luke said, a smile in his voice. His grip was back tight on Lyle’s cock, but Lyle couldn’t exactly protest when Jeremy dragged his fingers over that spot a few more times, making Lyle buck so hard he almost ended up on the floor.
“I want to,” Jeremy whispered, right by Lyle’s ear.
“Doitdoitdoitdoit-,” Lyle chanted unthinkingly, not even caring about what was going to happen. He heard the familiar foil rattle of a condom, and Luke said something else to Jeremy, and then the fingers were gone, leaving him empty and aching. Before he could even suck in a breath to protest, Jeremy’s hands were back around his waist and the blunt thickness of his cock was at Lyle’s ass.
“Relax and bear down, don’t fight it,” Luke said right in his ear. Luke’s hands moved right to Lyle’s nipples, flicking across them as Jeremy pushed in, and Lyle’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh fuck,” Lyle gasped, trying to do what Luke had said as the pressure became almost too much. Jeremy was thick and huge and long and everywhere in him and it was too much and not enough and then Jeremy did something with his hips and suddenly everything was fucking perfect and Lyle was flying and Luke was right there with him.
“Oh my God,” Jeremy said in a strangled voice. “Lyle, God, it’s… Good, it’s so good…”
Speech had deserted Lyle, but Luke had taken over for both of them.
“Fucking awesome, both of you, look so damned hot. Just like that, push in Jeremy, yeah.”
More pressure in Lyle, another burst of ecstasy, and tingling from Jeremy’s hands as anything that he did wrong was made right in an instant. Luke kissed down Lyle’s chest, his hands trailing, leaving scorch marks that Jeremy healed, directing him to push in again and again, keeping Lyle in the cradle of Jeremy’s thighs, head back on his shoulder, Lyle’s arms dangling at his sides because he couldn’t quite remember how they worked.
Luke grinned against Lyle’s skin at every little moan him and Jeremy made, and hummed in pleasure when he closed his mouth around Lyle’s cock, drawing an involuntary curse that may or may not have been in English from him.
“Luke, Luke-!” Lyle managed finally, biting his lip as Jeremy pushed in again. “Don’t stop, I’ll fucking kill you if you-.”
Luke laughed, fucking chuckled as if he weren’t blowing more than Lyle’s dick, as if he weren’t blowing Jeremy and Lyle’s minds with everything he’d done.
And it was all right. It was completely all right. Lyle wanted this.
“Come on,” Lyle whispered. “I want to-.”
Jeremy and Luke didn’t wait for Lyle to try to get eloquent, just grabbed for him like he was their lifeline. It couldn’t have lasted for as long as Lyle had wanted it to, but it didn’t matter either. Jeremy thrust in another few times, making Lyle see stars, and Luke’s tongue circled the head of his cock once, and everything came apart. Jeremy came within him with a burning rush of heat, his hands on Lyle pushing so much energy through him that he was afraid he’d ignite, and Luke’s mouth was capturing every pulse, cheeks hollowing to suck everything down.
Sight and sound and feeling and anything resembling the real world only returned long minutes later, when Luke was sitting over him, smirking, and Jeremy was sitting next to him, looking back and forth between his hands and Lyle’s body as if he were dumbfounded.
“You alive?”
Lyle considered the question with all due gravity. “Yeah. Fuck…”
“Yeah, glad to see you picked up on that,” Luke said, grabbing onto Lyle’s hand to pull him upright.
Jeremy looked over at Lyle warily, and Lyle smiled encouragingly. Jeremy heaved a sigh of relief and slung an arm around Lyle with a lot less reluctance than before.
“Rebel left us a message,” Luke said suddenly. “This morning. He found a place we can stay hidden.”
“Where?” Lyle asked, voice cracking, the bottom dropping out of his stomach.
“Dunno, just said to catch a bus and head north.”
Jeremy was shaking, Lyle could feel it. And Luke wasn’t feeling half as casual as he acted; his expression was a mask of bravado.
“Stay here,” Lyle said suddenly.
“Here?” Luke sounded confused.
“What the hell, man? Just going to give me a fuck for the road and leave?” Lyle demanded.
Luke opened and closed his mouth twice in astonishment.
“I want you to, ok? Just stay here, you don’t have to go anywhere else.” Lyle brought his chin up in determination, already trying to figure out what he’d say to Mom when she came home. When he didn’t bother to hide the signs of Luke and Jeremy’s occupation, when he didn’t throw away the food wrappers, when the reek of sex wasn’t cleared away. When she’d notice him for once, one way or the other.
“You want us to?” Jeremy repeated, sounding incredulous.
Luke nodded almost dumbly and looked at Lyle with something like respect. “Why?”
It was an honest question. Luke and Jeremy didn’t have family that wanted them. They didn’t have a home, or money, or anything but their powers and the police on their tail. Why would Lyle, with the nice house and nice things, want them to stay? Not just for a few weeks, but for longer. Maybe a lot longer. Why maybe give up the things they’d been forced to leave behind?
Lyle turned to look at both of them. “Because I want to,” he said sincerely.
Not out of obligation or compassion or any of that crap. Just because he could choose on his own and take some kind of stand for people that actually gave a damn about him. That was worth no longer being invisible. That was worth everything.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Lyle/Jeremy
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3,515
Spoilers: Up through 4x11 “Thanksgiving”
Warnings: Slash, underaged boys having sex (15 year-old and two 17-year olds, if not your bag, probably shouldn’t read it), vague dub-conish, angst
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Jeremy didn’t die! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Written at speed and unbetaed. (I'm going to the special hell, I'm going to the special hell...)
Summary: Lyle’s always been invisible, but there are some things he's willing to make a choice and take a stand for.
The heat was too much for him, even after warming up to it, and Lyle hissed as his skin scorched under Luke’s hand, painful blisters rising under his fingers.
“Shit,” Luke swore, and moved his hand. Jeremy moved in right after him, his touch soothing the angry blisters away, washing Lyle’ injury away with a rush of power.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Jeremy accused. Luke snorted in derision, shaking his head in denial, but when Lyle and Jeremy lunged forward to wrestle him to the bed, he scowled and ran a burning hand along Lyle’s side. Jeremy’s hand followed almost instantly, stopping the pain before Lyle could do more than suck in a breath to scream.
“I like seeing you do it,” Luke grudgingly admitted. They let him go, and Lyle fell backwards, body primed from the energy and wrung out at the same time.
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He hadn’t even cared about these two when he’d first let them into his house. They weren’t his type, he didn’t even like boys, but they needed a place to crash and be safe. The government might have stopped hunting specials wholesale, but sometimes shit happened and someone ended up needing a place to hide. Rebel knew that, and had asked Lyle to help. He sometimes wondered why Rebel had never asked his mom to do it, but he thought he had it figured out. Lyle’s mom was always out with Mr. Muggles or Doug or Claire or Dad or anywhere but home. She didn’t care what he did, as long as the police or the school never called her. Lyle was invisible, and that made him a good place to sent people that were being hunted.
He dropped out of French and started taking German, just to see if Mom noticed. He moved up another rank in taekwando and his dojo sent out an invitation for him to compete in the next inter-discipline tournament. Lyle stuck it on the fridge next to the calendar of Mr. Muggles’ grooming appointments. She never said a word. He signed up online to get information from colleges in the most obscure regions of the country and left the brochures all over the house. She tidied them up without comment, or told him to do so, without ever talking about them.
He once stayed out all night at a friend’s house without calling, only to get home the next day to find the house empty and a note from Mom saying she’d gone up to see Claire and for Lyle to behave himself for the next few days.
So why the hell should it matter if Lyle was letting two virtual strangers paw at his body like they owned it? Why should it matter if they were boys? No one cared what he did or whom he talked to or anything. They did. They cared enough to fight over him, to compete for his attention. If it hadn’t gotten Lyle off at first, just because of strange wrongness of the whole thing, it was definitely getting him off now.
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Luke had started it. He’d come here first and been here the longest. He was the epitome of everything Lyle had wanted to be, at least in his daydreams. Luke was fucked up, no doubt about it, but at least when things had gotten bad, Luke had done something about it. He’d left, gone on a cross-country trip, avoided the hunters, and ended up here, at the Bennet house. He was always kind of vague about exactly what he’d done and whom he’d traveled with, but at least he’d had the guts to go for it.
He had more guts than Lyle, more confidence, more experience. Luke had shocked the hell out of him the second day he’d been there. They’d been sitting on the couch, playing video games, when Luke had basically lunged in for a kiss when Lyle had been slack-jawed in concentration on a tricky level. The only thing Lyle could really remember about it was it was wet and messy and they’d both been struggling, Luke to hold him still, Lyle to get away.
“What the hell was that?” Lyle had demanded, when Luke had surfaced for breath.
“You liked it,” Luke accused. Then he’d kissed him again. And again. Lyle somehow never really told him to stop. He wasn’t really even sure if he liked it all that much, Luke was a guy after all, but Luke wanted to do it, and Lyle didn’t want to push anyone away that wanted him.
Luke got off on it. It was kinda hard to ignore when he had Lyle pressed up against a wall or trapped in a corner of the couch, feeling that hardness pressing into him and Luke panting in his ear like Lyle was the hottest thing ever. When Luke has asked him, “Do ya wanna try something?” Lyle had just nodded, half-hard and curious.
He hadn’t expected Luke to shove down his own pants and nudge Lyle so he was face-to-cock with Luke’s hard-on.
“Want to see you try, want to see your mouth.”
It was weird and wrong and not even that sexy (Luke wasn’t going to win any stupid teen magazine awards, that was for certain), but Luke was hard because of Lyle, and that was a hell of a turn on, in a different sort of way. Lyle fumbled his way through it, mouthing and awkwardly sucking, trying to ignore the bitter salt taste, just trying to hear more of those half-conscious compliments.
Luke knew a hell of a lot more than he did; he gave all kinds of instructions in a half-hesitant voice, sounding like Lyle did when he tried to imitate his dad being all badass. Who had taught Luke, Lyle didn’t give a crap. He just knew it got Luke even harder when Lyle did what he said, so he did it just to hear Luke lose control. He hated the taste of it when Luke came in his mouth, but loved to hear Luke cursing and praising him in the same breath. It never got Lyle off, not really, but he didn’t mind. At least Luke never forgot he existed, even when he had to hide in the house he was living in so Mom wouldn’t find him. It was funny, Lyle managed to hide in his own house without trying, without anyone knowing he was there, so it wasn’t so strange that he knew all the best hiding places.
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There was more than enough room to hide another person when Jeremy showed up later. He was a lot more subdued than Luke, quiet and respectful, never touching anything or anybody, always keeping to himself. Luke seemed to take that as a challenge. He lived for showing off, using his power to microwave popcorn or frozen burritos right at the coffee table, prodding for some kind of reaction from the quiet kid. Lyle didn’t mean to intervene, didn’t mean to do anything, it just sort of happened.
Jeremy knew what Luke and Lyle were doing in Lyle’s room. It was kind of hard not to, because Luke didn’t always shut the door and Lyle sometimes forgot. Jeremy may have even been watching them. Lyle couldn’t have said for sure, but Luke’s occasional smirks meant that maybe he’d seen him spying through the open door. Maybe Luke had planned the whole thing; Lyle wouldn’t have put it past him.
Luke had passed Lyle a freshly heated burrito, squeezing it too hard and letting the boiling-hot filling slop over Lyle’s hand.
“Watch it, jackass!” Lyle had snapped, hissing in pain as he tried to wipe the beef-and-beans from his hand. Underneath, the skin was angry red and tender. Lyle had been about to go off on Luke again when Jeremy had unexpectedly taken Lyle’s hand. Before he could pull it away, Jeremy closed his eyes and a rush of energy seemed to sweep down Lyle’s hand, taking the pain with it. His skin lost its red color and went back to normal, the burn fading without a trace.
Luke watched Jeremy with his mouth open. “That’s your power?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Jeremy said in a very small voice, hesitating like he was going to say something else. “Yeah, that’s what I do.”
He hadn’t let go of Lyle’s hand, and Lyle was starting to wonder if he should just take it back. The energy had left a strange tingling sensation all over, like pins and needles, but not painful at all. Jeremy’s cheeks turned an intense shade of red and Lyle heard him suck in a breath as he darted in to lay a kiss on Lyle’s mouth. Yeah, he’d definitely been watching.
“Go on, kiss him back,” Luke said in his ear. Lyle wanted to tell Luke to shut up, but then he’d have to stop, and he really didn’t want to. He kissed Jeremy back, grabbed that dumb-ass long hair of his and put everything Luke had taught him into it.
The idea of two people wanting him was a little more than mind-blowing, and Lyle didn’t want to wake up if he was dreaming. Now it was getting him more than just half-hard, now it was working, even if Lyle would have never picked these two in a hundred years. It didn’t matter. They were the poster children for dysfunctional, wayward, fug, and blatant sex-ed stupidity (damn health class lessons ringing in Lyle’s ears) and Lyle thought that all of this was better than anything he’d had in the last two years of incandescent craziness that had been his life.
“Wait,” Lyle had gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He held out both hands to keep Luke and Jeremy from him for just a minute. He thought he knew how this was going to end up, at least partly, and God help them all if Mom came home to find them all half-naked on the living room sofa. “Not down here.”
He’d led them, not to his room, the bed was too small, but to Claire’s. Claire wasn’t going to come back here ever, anyway, Lyle knew it. And it was a big, satisfying “fuck you” to the sister who’d forgotten about him as much as his parents. She used to tell him about all the weirdness just in case she had her memory wiped and she needed to be reminded. She didn’t tell him anything now. No one was going to bother to wipe his memory anyway. He’d already managed to wipe himself from existence for everyone except Luke and Jeremy.
That had been the first time. Burning and healing. Touching and grabbing and sucking, mostly only with Luke being the only one naked. He was the only one confident enough with himself to expose himself in front of what were really two strangers. But Lyle didn’t mind, just as long as they wanted him. Jeremy was a complete contrast, always showering before they did anything, while Luke sometimes got himself all worked up, so Lyle could really taste and smell him. Luke was the one to give directions, while Jeremy was always behind Lyle, arms around him, like he was trying to be protective, like an older brother Lyle had never had.
And that was good, more than good.
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“You wanna?” Luke asked him, letting him lean back against Jeremy so he could palm the bulge in Lyle’s jeans.
The bitter taste of Luke’s spunk from a little earlier still lingered on the back of Lyle’s tongue, but he nodded his head anyway. The rush of Jeremy’s healing energy was pushing Lyle high, heart pounding and dick throbbing hard against Luke’s hand. Grinning, Luke yanked off Lyle’s jeans and underwear, pulling him up so he could kiss him. Lyle nearly shouted into Luke’s mouth when he wrapped his hand around Lyle’s hardness, part of him wanting to thrust into the close circle of his fist, and the other part of him not wanting a microwaved penis.
“Fucking relax and go with it. Jesus, I’m not going to fry you,” Luke muttered against his mouth, and Lyle shuddered in forcible relief. Luke’s hand felt fucking fantastic, way the hell better than his own, and he gave himself up to it.
“You find that stuff I got?” Luke asked over Lyle’s shoulder. Lyle would have asked what the hell that meant, until Luke did some funny fluttering thing with his fingers and ran his fingernail up Lyle’s shaft just so and Lyle instead had to concentrate with everything he had just to not come right away.
“Yeah,” Jeremy whispered.
“Do it, man, come on!” Luke commanded, and suddenly circled the base of Lyle cock to stop the onrush of orgasm. Lyle made some involuntary whimper in the back of his throat, but Luke was relentless.
Then he felt what had to be Jeremy’s fingers, slick with something cool, start probing at his ass.
“Luke, what the fuck?!” Lyle yelled, trying to jerk away. The touch evaporated immediately, and Luke looked down at Lyle like he’d missed something obvious.
“Exactly, duh,” Luke said slowly. “He’s gonna fuck you. He wants to. You’ll like it, trust me.”
If it was going to be someone, it was probably better it was Jeremy. At least he knew how to be gentle, if they were going to do something like this…
“You ever…” Lyle asked nervously, looking over his shoulder. Jeremy had managed to get all the way naked while Luke had been distracting Lyle, and he was flushed red all over. His long hair hid most of his face, but it couldn’t hide the fact that Jeremy was hard, really damn hard. Jeremy wanted this, he really did. This wasn’t some half-brained idea of Luke’s.
“No,” Jeremy said quietly. “Can I?”
Lyle’s mouth dropped open. Luke took the opportunity to kiss him again, hard enough to bruise his mouth, stroking Lyle’s neglected cock at the same time. Any sort of rational thought fled.
“Yeah, you can,” Lyle said. He didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but neither did Jeremy, and being equals in ignorance was at least something.
“Like I told you,” Luke muttered quietly.
Or, Lyle reflected, at least as ignorant as Luke would let them be.
Lyle concentrated on the slow slide of Luke’s hand along his length as Luke murmured half-heard instructions to Jeremy on what to do. It didn’t exactly hurt as Jeremy breached him with a slick fingertip, but it was a weird feeling. Uncomfortable and impossible to ignore, particularly when Lyle could feel the renewed tingling from Jeremy’s touch. This was supposed to hurt, it wasn’t natural, but Luke’s instructions and Jeremy’s patience and powers were keeping it just on the side of “stranger than fuck,” but not painful. Then Jeremy’s fingers began to probe and search for something for long minutes, enough so Lyle was about to crack some stupid joke, when he hit something that made every light in Lyle’s head explode at once.
His dick leapt to attention and Lyle shouted something incoherent and needy, shoving back frantically to try to make whatever-the-hell-it-was happen again.
“Bingo, you got it,” Luke said, a smile in his voice. His grip was back tight on Lyle’s cock, but Lyle couldn’t exactly protest when Jeremy dragged his fingers over that spot a few more times, making Lyle buck so hard he almost ended up on the floor.
“I want to,” Jeremy whispered, right by Lyle’s ear.
“Doitdoitdoitdoit-,” Lyle chanted unthinkingly, not even caring about what was going to happen. He heard the familiar foil rattle of a condom, and Luke said something else to Jeremy, and then the fingers were gone, leaving him empty and aching. Before he could even suck in a breath to protest, Jeremy’s hands were back around his waist and the blunt thickness of his cock was at Lyle’s ass.
“Relax and bear down, don’t fight it,” Luke said right in his ear. Luke’s hands moved right to Lyle’s nipples, flicking across them as Jeremy pushed in, and Lyle’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh fuck,” Lyle gasped, trying to do what Luke had said as the pressure became almost too much. Jeremy was thick and huge and long and everywhere in him and it was too much and not enough and then Jeremy did something with his hips and suddenly everything was fucking perfect and Lyle was flying and Luke was right there with him.
“Oh my God,” Jeremy said in a strangled voice. “Lyle, God, it’s… Good, it’s so good…”
Speech had deserted Lyle, but Luke had taken over for both of them.
“Fucking awesome, both of you, look so damned hot. Just like that, push in Jeremy, yeah.”
More pressure in Lyle, another burst of ecstasy, and tingling from Jeremy’s hands as anything that he did wrong was made right in an instant. Luke kissed down Lyle’s chest, his hands trailing, leaving scorch marks that Jeremy healed, directing him to push in again and again, keeping Lyle in the cradle of Jeremy’s thighs, head back on his shoulder, Lyle’s arms dangling at his sides because he couldn’t quite remember how they worked.
Luke grinned against Lyle’s skin at every little moan him and Jeremy made, and hummed in pleasure when he closed his mouth around Lyle’s cock, drawing an involuntary curse that may or may not have been in English from him.
“Luke, Luke-!” Lyle managed finally, biting his lip as Jeremy pushed in again. “Don’t stop, I’ll fucking kill you if you-.”
Luke laughed, fucking chuckled as if he weren’t blowing more than Lyle’s dick, as if he weren’t blowing Jeremy and Lyle’s minds with everything he’d done.
And it was all right. It was completely all right. Lyle wanted this.
“Come on,” Lyle whispered. “I want to-.”
Jeremy and Luke didn’t wait for Lyle to try to get eloquent, just grabbed for him like he was their lifeline. It couldn’t have lasted for as long as Lyle had wanted it to, but it didn’t matter either. Jeremy thrust in another few times, making Lyle see stars, and Luke’s tongue circled the head of his cock once, and everything came apart. Jeremy came within him with a burning rush of heat, his hands on Lyle pushing so much energy through him that he was afraid he’d ignite, and Luke’s mouth was capturing every pulse, cheeks hollowing to suck everything down.
Sight and sound and feeling and anything resembling the real world only returned long minutes later, when Luke was sitting over him, smirking, and Jeremy was sitting next to him, looking back and forth between his hands and Lyle’s body as if he were dumbfounded.
“You alive?”
Lyle considered the question with all due gravity. “Yeah. Fuck…”
“Yeah, glad to see you picked up on that,” Luke said, grabbing onto Lyle’s hand to pull him upright.
Jeremy looked over at Lyle warily, and Lyle smiled encouragingly. Jeremy heaved a sigh of relief and slung an arm around Lyle with a lot less reluctance than before.
“Rebel left us a message,” Luke said suddenly. “This morning. He found a place we can stay hidden.”
“Where?” Lyle asked, voice cracking, the bottom dropping out of his stomach.
“Dunno, just said to catch a bus and head north.”
Jeremy was shaking, Lyle could feel it. And Luke wasn’t feeling half as casual as he acted; his expression was a mask of bravado.
“Stay here,” Lyle said suddenly.
“Here?” Luke sounded confused.
“What the hell, man? Just going to give me a fuck for the road and leave?” Lyle demanded.
Luke opened and closed his mouth twice in astonishment.
“I want you to, ok? Just stay here, you don’t have to go anywhere else.” Lyle brought his chin up in determination, already trying to figure out what he’d say to Mom when she came home. When he didn’t bother to hide the signs of Luke and Jeremy’s occupation, when he didn’t throw away the food wrappers, when the reek of sex wasn’t cleared away. When she’d notice him for once, one way or the other.
“You want us to?” Jeremy repeated, sounding incredulous.
Luke nodded almost dumbly and looked at Lyle with something like respect. “Why?”
It was an honest question. Luke and Jeremy didn’t have family that wanted them. They didn’t have a home, or money, or anything but their powers and the police on their tail. Why would Lyle, with the nice house and nice things, want them to stay? Not just for a few weeks, but for longer. Maybe a lot longer. Why maybe give up the things they’d been forced to leave behind?
Lyle turned to look at both of them. “Because I want to,” he said sincerely.
Not out of obligation or compassion or any of that crap. Just because he could choose on his own and take some kind of stand for people that actually gave a damn about him. That was worth no longer being invisible. That was worth everything.