Hypothetical Wall Conversation Part II
Title: Hypothetical Wall Conversation Part II
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (implied sexual content)
Warnings: A few dirty words, some light swearing. A sexual discussion and sexual thoughts, one sexual reaction.
Setting: The Wall verse, S4
Summary: Peter answered a question...and now it's Sylar's turn.
A/N: This is a hypothetical conversation the boys may have soon in my RP exchange with Game_byrd (Peter). Her original spark of genius is HERE!!!. Yeah, you kinda have to read it first. The series (soon to be posted) is titled More Between Us.
A/N #2: Dedicated to all those who commented in Game-byrd's original, specifically Game_byrd herself and Jaimie_Prufrock who semi-requested this.
Really? A lot? 'My first time? There’s a lot of those.' Meh meh meh…
Sylar rolled his eyes where Peter couldn’t see while preparing to get something of a dirty story. Shelly? She sounds like a slut. Not that Peter would bag sluts or anything…
Sylar latched onto one particular piece of information in the story-sad eyes, huh? Why does this not surprise me. You didn’t notice her body right off the bat? I bet if you asked he could still remember what color her eyes were, god. He repressed his shudder and let Peter speak.
He hadn’t expected the…well, the speech he was getting. He supposed he was predicting the guy-version ‘I came, I saw, I banged, I came, I left’ or similar. (He didn't insert 'I cuddled' at the end). Petrellis…Both the scions were long-winded, Nathan was more…monosyllabic unless he was protesting or advocating himself, Peter…was…wishy-washy almost. He had to remember who he was dealing with and eventually (years down the road) it would sink in.
Hearing the words ‘doing it’ coming from Peter’s mouth sent a swirl of heat into his groin. Why had he asked a question he knew would invoke masochistic self-torment? Yeah, that’s right…because hearing Peter say something…sort of, almost dirty was sexy. Way, way sexy.
Something about it was sexy enough that he was thinking things like ‘way way sexy’-it was just that bad. He struggled for all of 1.7 seconds against the flood of imagery because he shouldn’t be thinking/seeing those things. Definitely not seeing those things about the last man on earth!
Dear god…he said the position, too? Now he was getting dirt- Peter’s oration was swiftly followed by ‘it was weird’. Weirder than my first time, Pete? Some woman wants to do you, kinky location, ditching out on your friends to get laid and…’it was weird’? You know who’s weird, Pete…
Sylar glanced at him to make sure he was…being serious with ‘okay’ and ‘it was good, I guess’. But 'It was kinda hard for me to get into it with someone I hardly knew' was what really got him. That level of pickiness didn’t really register to him, but then again (Petrelli...) Peter actually could be picky. “You seemed into her enough, man,” he muttered. Okay, for some people, love and affection, even knowledge of the person wasn’t a requirement to get laid. In fact it was downright impossible.
Gee, rough life, Peter. You didn’t know the girl you were banging. Try being an outlaw and a serial killer with enough super powers to incinerate the Guinness world record book. They just crawl all over themselves to get a piece of you…
On top of that, you’re seventeen and you’re that fucking picky?
In a way he felt the anticlimax that Peter seemed to be going for. He gave Peter a bland look for it. Was he mistaken in believing that asking about sex from another person (which took some doing, by the way) was for the purpose of fucking details?
But wait…there was more. More? Sylar was left to blink. He’s really going there isn’t- yup. Is he…trying to rub this in? First blow jobs before…my god… His stunned senses and lack of output, mental or verbal was hung up on a few words of Peter’s-open relationship, they wanted a third. He felt his face frowning as he tried to work it out, but Peter was still talking.
Again, this time, but worse as Peter named body parts, specifically his own. Don’t look, whatever you do…
And don’t picture it!
Peter drugged, drunk, naked, and enjoying getting...no, no, no, no! He’s right here!
While he strangely felt the need to address his interested manhood in another man’s presence while the medic was dropping things like it was casual, clearly not having a clue as to his companion’s reactions (despite Sylar’s earlier indications that Peter may/may not have missed), Sylar only shifted his jeans and somehow, somehow kept an interested look plastered on his face… because he was a little plastered.
Plastered by the images of two (lucky, stupid and totally irrelevant) men sandwiching Peter Petrelli- stop it! “I’m sorry. Did you mean to imply that you seriously had a threesome for your first time out with a guy? Guys.” Sylar’s face was dubious.
"No, I meant to imply that I seriously had a threesome for my first time of anal sex with a guy," was the helpful reply from Peter. Sylar was left gaping.
More than once?! What the hell?
Sylar was nearly glossing over anything else Peter had to say, about love, in light of that fact. But he knew it was in his best interest to pay attention. I can see why they want to fuck him…and, okay, the hero gig might get old, but…they wouldn’t stay with you?
Someone, more than one someone, got to know you and they left? He was baffled and unfortunately now the mood was spoiled, which helped any…lingering problems. “No, no,” he grated out over a squeaky throat, how to top that (no pun intended)? “You…answered the…question…questions.”
Peter then turned the question on Sylar and he was left to shift uncomfortably for several reasons. Why do I have to go after him?
“M-my first? Um…you’ve already seen it. Or so you said,” he grumbled after he’d gotten over the initial shock. Peter pressed for details; it had been a 50-50 shot and he was probably asking to be polite or out of embarrassment for having ‘gone first’ as it were.
“This might surprise you, Peter, but I’m not actually a sex-fiend unlike some,” was his initial dive into new territory. He’d never discussed sex with anyone other than hearing about it from Virginia in its most fire-and-brimstone terms or mocking Parkman about Janice cheating on him. “Canfield house, California, age thirty-something,” if he laughs or so much as gives me a wrong look, I will put his eyes out. Nice hazel ones and I’ll be creepy and keep them to myself.
“It was with Elle. I…we’d been on a sort of fake date years earlier before she…kinda set me up. I moved on with my life in a rather illegal and negative direction. We met up, sorted a few things out after I killed her dad. Kind of a more…abilities-powered kink thing. Anyway, I thought I was…well, your brother and I was with her on a mission to bring Claire back to Arthur when the eclipse happened. Bennet was there with his trusty sidearm. We went in thinking we had it made and suddenly…no powers.” Sylar sighed and tilted his head, digging his hands into his pockets.
“I jumped Noah so he wouldn’t fucking shoot us and got my arm torn out of my shoulder for my trouble, then Elle shot Claire, who wasn’t healing. We both passed out and she put my arm back in which hurt like a mother, seriously, you would not believe,” he gave Peter a look that told him he would not believe. “She fed me some line, she was upset, but I was…” he paused to think, “I was glad to be thinking straight for once, like I am now. I guess I kind of jumped her,” Sylar chuckled at the memory. “I managed to get out of my clothes with the bum arm….”Do I have to get graphic here?
He rubbed at the back of his neck after a pause. “We fucked; Bennet watched with a sniper rifle; Elle rolled me out of the way then got shot in the leg. We ended up in the loading zone of a grocery store where I shoved her into an elevator lift, gave Noah a heart attack and a fun time trying to put up a fist-fight and died by a box cutter to the throat, the end.” He shrugged. He failed to notice he’d left off out any experience with men, which would have been fine since he had none. It was all over but the laughter at this point.
And I’m not asking about his goddamn firsts in blow jobs and whatever other kinky shit he’s been into either!
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (implied sexual content)
Warnings: A few dirty words, some light swearing. A sexual discussion and sexual thoughts, one sexual reaction.
Setting: The Wall verse, S4
Summary: Peter answered a question...and now it's Sylar's turn.
A/N: This is a hypothetical conversation the boys may have soon in my RP exchange with Game_byrd (Peter). Her original spark of genius is HERE!!!. Yeah, you kinda have to read it first. The series (soon to be posted) is titled More Between Us.
A/N #2: Dedicated to all those who commented in Game-byrd's original, specifically Game_byrd herself and Jaimie_Prufrock who semi-requested this.
Really? A lot? 'My first time? There’s a lot of those.' Meh meh meh…
Sylar rolled his eyes where Peter couldn’t see while preparing to get something of a dirty story. Shelly? She sounds like a slut. Not that Peter would bag sluts or anything…
Sylar latched onto one particular piece of information in the story-sad eyes, huh? Why does this not surprise me. You didn’t notice her body right off the bat? I bet if you asked he could still remember what color her eyes were, god. He repressed his shudder and let Peter speak.
He hadn’t expected the…well, the speech he was getting. He supposed he was predicting the guy-version ‘I came, I saw, I banged, I came, I left’ or similar. (He didn't insert 'I cuddled' at the end). Petrellis…Both the scions were long-winded, Nathan was more…monosyllabic unless he was protesting or advocating himself, Peter…was…wishy-washy almost. He had to remember who he was dealing with and eventually (years down the road) it would sink in.
Hearing the words ‘doing it’ coming from Peter’s mouth sent a swirl of heat into his groin. Why had he asked a question he knew would invoke masochistic self-torment? Yeah, that’s right…because hearing Peter say something…sort of, almost dirty was sexy. Way, way sexy.
Something about it was sexy enough that he was thinking things like ‘way way sexy’-it was just that bad. He struggled for all of 1.7 seconds against the flood of imagery because he shouldn’t be thinking/seeing those things. Definitely not seeing those things about the last man on earth!
Dear god…he said the position, too? Now he was getting dirt- Peter’s oration was swiftly followed by ‘it was weird’. Weirder than my first time, Pete? Some woman wants to do you, kinky location, ditching out on your friends to get laid and…’it was weird’? You know who’s weird, Pete…
Sylar glanced at him to make sure he was…being serious with ‘okay’ and ‘it was good, I guess’. But 'It was kinda hard for me to get into it with someone I hardly knew' was what really got him. That level of pickiness didn’t really register to him, but then again (Petrelli...) Peter actually could be picky. “You seemed into her enough, man,” he muttered. Okay, for some people, love and affection, even knowledge of the person wasn’t a requirement to get laid. In fact it was downright impossible.
Gee, rough life, Peter. You didn’t know the girl you were banging. Try being an outlaw and a serial killer with enough super powers to incinerate the Guinness world record book. They just crawl all over themselves to get a piece of you…
On top of that, you’re seventeen and you’re that fucking picky?
In a way he felt the anticlimax that Peter seemed to be going for. He gave Peter a bland look for it. Was he mistaken in believing that asking about sex from another person (which took some doing, by the way) was for the purpose of fucking details?
But wait…there was more. More? Sylar was left to blink. He’s really going there isn’t- yup. Is he…trying to rub this in? First blow jobs before…my god… His stunned senses and lack of output, mental or verbal was hung up on a few words of Peter’s-open relationship, they wanted a third. He felt his face frowning as he tried to work it out, but Peter was still talking.
Again, this time, but worse as Peter named body parts, specifically his own. Don’t look, whatever you do…
And don’t picture it!
Peter drugged, drunk, naked, and enjoying getting...no, no, no, no! He’s right here!
While he strangely felt the need to address his interested manhood in another man’s presence while the medic was dropping things like it was casual, clearly not having a clue as to his companion’s reactions (despite Sylar’s earlier indications that Peter may/may not have missed), Sylar only shifted his jeans and somehow, somehow kept an interested look plastered on his face… because he was a little plastered.
Plastered by the images of two (lucky, stupid and totally irrelevant) men sandwiching Peter Petrelli- stop it! “I’m sorry. Did you mean to imply that you seriously had a threesome for your first time out with a guy? Guys.” Sylar’s face was dubious.
"No, I meant to imply that I seriously had a threesome for my first time of anal sex with a guy," was the helpful reply from Peter. Sylar was left gaping.
More than once?! What the hell?
Sylar was nearly glossing over anything else Peter had to say, about love, in light of that fact. But he knew it was in his best interest to pay attention. I can see why they want to fuck him…and, okay, the hero gig might get old, but…they wouldn’t stay with you?
Someone, more than one someone, got to know you and they left? He was baffled and unfortunately now the mood was spoiled, which helped any…lingering problems. “No, no,” he grated out over a squeaky throat, how to top that (no pun intended)? “You…answered the…question…questions.”
Peter then turned the question on Sylar and he was left to shift uncomfortably for several reasons. Why do I have to go after him?
“M-my first? Um…you’ve already seen it. Or so you said,” he grumbled after he’d gotten over the initial shock. Peter pressed for details; it had been a 50-50 shot and he was probably asking to be polite or out of embarrassment for having ‘gone first’ as it were.
“This might surprise you, Peter, but I’m not actually a sex-fiend unlike some,” was his initial dive into new territory. He’d never discussed sex with anyone other than hearing about it from Virginia in its most fire-and-brimstone terms or mocking Parkman about Janice cheating on him. “Canfield house, California, age thirty-something,” if he laughs or so much as gives me a wrong look, I will put his eyes out. Nice hazel ones and I’ll be creepy and keep them to myself.
“It was with Elle. I…we’d been on a sort of fake date years earlier before she…kinda set me up. I moved on with my life in a rather illegal and negative direction. We met up, sorted a few things out after I killed her dad. Kind of a more…abilities-powered kink thing. Anyway, I thought I was…well, your brother and I was with her on a mission to bring Claire back to Arthur when the eclipse happened. Bennet was there with his trusty sidearm. We went in thinking we had it made and suddenly…no powers.” Sylar sighed and tilted his head, digging his hands into his pockets.
“I jumped Noah so he wouldn’t fucking shoot us and got my arm torn out of my shoulder for my trouble, then Elle shot Claire, who wasn’t healing. We both passed out and she put my arm back in which hurt like a mother, seriously, you would not believe,” he gave Peter a look that told him he would not believe. “She fed me some line, she was upset, but I was…” he paused to think, “I was glad to be thinking straight for once, like I am now. I guess I kind of jumped her,” Sylar chuckled at the memory. “I managed to get out of my clothes with the bum arm….”Do I have to get graphic here?
He rubbed at the back of his neck after a pause. “We fucked; Bennet watched with a sniper rifle; Elle rolled me out of the way then got shot in the leg. We ended up in the loading zone of a grocery store where I shoved her into an elevator lift, gave Noah a heart attack and a fun time trying to put up a fist-fight and died by a box cutter to the throat, the end.” He shrugged. He failed to notice he’d left off out any experience with men, which would have been fine since he had none. It was all over but the laughter at this point.
And I’m not asking about his goddamn firsts in blow jobs and whatever other kinky shit he’s been into either!