My Unintended 2 - The Way You Say Goodnight
“I kiss you and the sun goes down
How come it's always dark when you're around
You're beautiful, beautiful”
The Way You Say Goodnight - The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs
In Lyle’s dream he was on one side of a thick red line, staring at his sister, a matching line across her forehead, and his mother, who was fading in an out like a ghost. His father stood astride the line with his gun pointed at Lyle’s head. In slow motion he saw his dad’s finger squeeze on the trigger and the bullet leave the gun in a flash of fire and smoke. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder and he looked back to see Sylar, face blank of expression. The bullet halted in the air and turned, hurtling back towards his father and hitting him with a thud in the forehead. As he fell he shattered in mid-air and when Lyle looked down he realised that the red line was a river of blood. Sylar’s hand settled warm on his stomach and he covered it with his own. He could almost feel the man’s breath on his neck.
His eyes dragged themselves open and he blinked in the pitch black. In his half-sleep he could still feel breath on his neck and the hand on his stomach. He turned his head and gasped as someone else’s hair brushed against his nose. A hand clamped on his mouth and he panicked, until the bedside lamp flicked on and he saw Sylar, his brown eyes shining. He calmed and Sylar lifted a finger to his lips to shush him, turning off the light and kissing him on the cheek.
Lyle felt Sylar’s hand drift under the Transformers tshirt that he was instantly regretting wearing to bed and stroke up his soft stomach. When his pinkie finger flicked in Lyle’s naval he gasped a little and heard Sylar hum in approval. Fingertips brushed his hard nipples and he moaned silently as Sylar whispered “Yes?” and responded with a boneless nod of the head. Another hand pulled his shirt up and Sylar’s tongue teased at his nipple, followed by the strange sensation of his lips around it. Lyle’s head head lolled as his brain tried to make sense of the of the new feelings. No-one had done this to him before, he’d had to exist on kisses from girls he didn’t like but to whom he surrendered because it was easier than explaining why he didn’t want them.
Sylar ghosted a finger down the length of Lyle’s erection and the boy lifted off the bed, pushing his boxers down. The touch when it came was so gentle, two lines of pressure being drawn along his cock as he became breathless. Then a circling on his tip, wetness spreading and electric shocks arching his back. Something, not fingers but something, was kneading his balls and tickling some other part of him, near his ass maybe, which made him want to cry out. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this intimacy without kissing or hugging, he wanted Sylar to hold him and caress him while this happened but he didn’t really know why. “Kiss me?” He whispered.
Sylar started to grip tighter on the upstroke and placed his lips over Lyle’s kissing him slowly and tenderly as if with every touch he was declaring love. He acted the part of the older lover, teaching and giving whilst simultaneously taking away. When Lyle’s lips stopped reacting to his he knew the boy was close and started to jerk faster, watching the unguarded reactions on his face and revelling in the whispered pants of “Yes” and “Oh”. As Lyle started towards the apex which would see him plunge helpless into his orgasm, Sylar started the real plan.
“Lyle, you’re so beautiful like this. I could keep coming back Lyle, if you want me, I could see you all the time if you wanna go further, want to try other things, want to learn things.”
“Oh yeah, yeah I do.” Lyle tensed, impatiently trying to urge himself on as Sylar kept up the same steady rhythm.
“I can come back, we can meet secretly, I’ll show you things, amazing things, things you won’t believe could feel so good. Our secret.” He kissed the boy’s neck hungrily as choking sounds came from his throat. “What will you give me Lyle? What will you give me?”
“Oh God, everything. I’ll give you everything. I want everything from you.”
It was his dick talking, Sylar knew, but now it was out there, it was spoken, and that was their contract, the signature being Lyle’s warm cum which was spreading across the back of Sylar’s hand.. “Oh yes Lyle, oh you’re beautiful.” He kissed the boy again as he came down, and shivered as he felt a tentative hand on his back, urging him to hold him. He gripped Lyle tight like he had done the last time one them came and heard the most satisfied moan the boy had ever given. He pulled Lyle’s comforter back over him from where it had rucked at the bottom of the bed and kissed his forehead. “I have to go Lyle, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise you I’ll come back, and next time - whatever you want. Anything.” He already knew what Lyle would want, he would want to be fucked for the first time, and Sylar was quite prepared to give in to that urge. That was something he could take from Noah Bennet that he would never get back, his youngest child’s virginity.
“When will you come back?”
Sylar smiled, brushing the sweat-soaked hair back from Lyle’s forehead. “I don’t know for sure, but I will be back. I promise you Lyle. I keep my promises.” And with that, he kissed him one last time on the lips and disappeared into the dark.
Lyle reached down to pull his boxers back up and moved out of the wet patch. He closed his eyes, replaying every second of what had just happened to him, and trying to remember every word that Sylar had said. He would be back, and he could have whatever he wanted. Lyle smiled contentedly and shuffled down in the bed. It felt like the start of something, and that thought was at once scary and exhilarating.
How come it's always dark when you're around
You're beautiful, beautiful”
The Way You Say Goodnight - The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs
In Lyle’s dream he was on one side of a thick red line, staring at his sister, a matching line across her forehead, and his mother, who was fading in an out like a ghost. His father stood astride the line with his gun pointed at Lyle’s head. In slow motion he saw his dad’s finger squeeze on the trigger and the bullet leave the gun in a flash of fire and smoke. Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder and he looked back to see Sylar, face blank of expression. The bullet halted in the air and turned, hurtling back towards his father and hitting him with a thud in the forehead. As he fell he shattered in mid-air and when Lyle looked down he realised that the red line was a river of blood. Sylar’s hand settled warm on his stomach and he covered it with his own. He could almost feel the man’s breath on his neck.
His eyes dragged themselves open and he blinked in the pitch black. In his half-sleep he could still feel breath on his neck and the hand on his stomach. He turned his head and gasped as someone else’s hair brushed against his nose. A hand clamped on his mouth and he panicked, until the bedside lamp flicked on and he saw Sylar, his brown eyes shining. He calmed and Sylar lifted a finger to his lips to shush him, turning off the light and kissing him on the cheek.
Lyle felt Sylar’s hand drift under the Transformers tshirt that he was instantly regretting wearing to bed and stroke up his soft stomach. When his pinkie finger flicked in Lyle’s naval he gasped a little and heard Sylar hum in approval. Fingertips brushed his hard nipples and he moaned silently as Sylar whispered “Yes?” and responded with a boneless nod of the head. Another hand pulled his shirt up and Sylar’s tongue teased at his nipple, followed by the strange sensation of his lips around it. Lyle’s head head lolled as his brain tried to make sense of the of the new feelings. No-one had done this to him before, he’d had to exist on kisses from girls he didn’t like but to whom he surrendered because it was easier than explaining why he didn’t want them.
Sylar ghosted a finger down the length of Lyle’s erection and the boy lifted off the bed, pushing his boxers down. The touch when it came was so gentle, two lines of pressure being drawn along his cock as he became breathless. Then a circling on his tip, wetness spreading and electric shocks arching his back. Something, not fingers but something, was kneading his balls and tickling some other part of him, near his ass maybe, which made him want to cry out. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this intimacy without kissing or hugging, he wanted Sylar to hold him and caress him while this happened but he didn’t really know why. “Kiss me?” He whispered.
Sylar started to grip tighter on the upstroke and placed his lips over Lyle’s kissing him slowly and tenderly as if with every touch he was declaring love. He acted the part of the older lover, teaching and giving whilst simultaneously taking away. When Lyle’s lips stopped reacting to his he knew the boy was close and started to jerk faster, watching the unguarded reactions on his face and revelling in the whispered pants of “Yes” and “Oh”. As Lyle started towards the apex which would see him plunge helpless into his orgasm, Sylar started the real plan.
“Lyle, you’re so beautiful like this. I could keep coming back Lyle, if you want me, I could see you all the time if you wanna go further, want to try other things, want to learn things.”
“Oh yeah, yeah I do.” Lyle tensed, impatiently trying to urge himself on as Sylar kept up the same steady rhythm.
“I can come back, we can meet secretly, I’ll show you things, amazing things, things you won’t believe could feel so good. Our secret.” He kissed the boy’s neck hungrily as choking sounds came from his throat. “What will you give me Lyle? What will you give me?”
“Oh God, everything. I’ll give you everything. I want everything from you.”
It was his dick talking, Sylar knew, but now it was out there, it was spoken, and that was their contract, the signature being Lyle’s warm cum which was spreading across the back of Sylar’s hand.. “Oh yes Lyle, oh you’re beautiful.” He kissed the boy again as he came down, and shivered as he felt a tentative hand on his back, urging him to hold him. He gripped Lyle tight like he had done the last time one them came and heard the most satisfied moan the boy had ever given. He pulled Lyle’s comforter back over him from where it had rucked at the bottom of the bed and kissed his forehead. “I have to go Lyle, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise you I’ll come back, and next time - whatever you want. Anything.” He already knew what Lyle would want, he would want to be fucked for the first time, and Sylar was quite prepared to give in to that urge. That was something he could take from Noah Bennet that he would never get back, his youngest child’s virginity.
“When will you come back?”
Sylar smiled, brushing the sweat-soaked hair back from Lyle’s forehead. “I don’t know for sure, but I will be back. I promise you Lyle. I keep my promises.” And with that, he kissed him one last time on the lips and disappeared into the dark.
Lyle reached down to pull his boxers back up and moved out of the wet patch. He closed his eyes, replaying every second of what had just happened to him, and trying to remember every word that Sylar had said. He would be back, and he could have whatever he wanted. Lyle smiled contentedly and shuffled down in the bed. It felt like the start of something, and that thought was at once scary and exhilarating.