Sexual Tension Chapter 12: Cleansing the Palate
Title: Cleansing the Palate
Characters: Sylar, Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Word count: 1,400
Setting: The Wall, Sexual Tension AU
Summary:Peter and Sylar wind down immediately following ' Sexual Tension, Resolved' (masterlist found here). Written for the 2012 Advent Calendar.
Peter relaxed, easing into Sylar's arms, getting used to the idea that he could see this man, this person, as something other than an enemy. He still had issues with Sylar's past he needed to deal with, but they were smaller and more distant than they had been. No more did they consume him. Sylar's display of what looked a lot like love had mortally wounded the image of him as a monster. Is it love? Or is it just lust? Peter mulled the questions over in his mind, unfettered by tension, not so emotionally compromised as before. Sylar continued to pet him gently, proving out that this was no mere base drive the man wanted satisfied. Or maybe it was, if you counted a desire to give and receive love as basic to the human condition. The point was that Sylar hadn't gotten his rocks off and then lost interest. "You're welcome," Peter said lazily, straightening and uncurling his body, sore from the exertions, both fighting and fucking.
Sylar made a happy sound and immediately switched the focus of his attentions from stroking and hugging to giving wet, open-mouthed kisses down his cheek, tasting him with each one. It reminded Peter of the kisses babies gave - sloppy and damp - except that Sylar was tonguing along his skin more purposefully. Peter made a pleased sigh despite the weird smooching, languidly fondling Sylar's hair in post-coital bliss. He shuddered and his hand clenched in the man's hair when Sylar ran the tip of his tongue from the join of Peter's collarbone up over his Adam's apple. Sylar rumbled out a chuckle and set his teeth over Peter's throat, applying only the smallest pressure. A thumb stroked over his nipple and Peter jerked, reaching over with his free hand to push Sylar's shoulder a little. "No. Not yet."
Sylar drew back, giving him an unreadable expression. "See? I told you it wouldn't be long until you were pushing me away."
Peter snorted and let the hand from Sylar's hair travel down the man's arm. "There's a big difference between being blacklisted from the club and having to wait a few hours while they set up the next act."
Sylar's face shifted then, warming up to hopeful with a dash of pleased. "What time does the next act start?"
"I've already gone twice today. Give me a couple hours and we'll see. How about you? You up for round three already?"
Sylar looked down insecurely, then away. Peter stroked up and down the man's arm slowly, looking at him unwaveringly, enjoying the feeling of Sylar's hairs under his fingers. Finally, without looking at him, Sylar said, "I want to touch you."
"That's okay. I'd like that. Don't try to turn me on and we're good."
Sylar ran a hand down the side of Peter's chest, pointedly avoiding the nipple this time - he'd do anything to maximize how much he was allowed to touch and caress, despite how tempting Peter looked when aroused. Sylar's hand crossed over the short ribs and down to the waist. As he leaned, his penis shifted against his leg. It was sticky; he didn't like that. He sat up abruptly, reaching over for one of the towels and using it to wipe himself off. When he felt sufficiently cleaned, he looked over at Peter's groin. He must be the same way, even worse though because I greased him front and back. No telling where else it got smeared.
He hiked up Peter's leg unceremoniously, glancing up at the man's grunt. They locked eyes for a moment - Peter looking … concerned and Sylar looking uncertain. The uncertainty faded when Peter didn't object and Sylar looked down between the man's legs. He reached in with the towel and began to scrub off excess lubricant from Peter's thighs, cleaning with firm, short strokes. Peter grunted again; Sylar ignored it. Stop complaining. I'm helping you out here.
After a few moments, Sylar started to lean to get to where he wanted. Peter tugged his leg out of Sylar's grip and swung it slowly over the man, putting Sylar between his legs. Sylar looked at the new position, thrilled by the casual sexuality of Peter putting Sylar between his legs, a small, honest smile appearing on his face. He's really okay with me being here, touching him, opening for me.
He drew in a breath as Peter sprawled back, eyes mostly shut, and Sylar continued wiping and cleaning. Peter didn't have much hair on his body, which was convenient. 'Easy to clean! Easy to look after! The care and feeding of your new pet Petrelli!' He smiled slightly at his thoughts. How's it even possible for people - men - to be this hairless? He'd always dismissed people on television or movies because they must have a legion of stylists and make-up artists to sculpt their body for them. But Peter was real and genuine and natural - no horde of personal assistants - only Sylar, who bent to the task with care and appreciation for being allowed it. He wiped the seam between groin and thigh on one side and then the other. After a long glance at Peter, who seemed to have his eyes entirely shut now, he took the man's penis between thumb and two fingers, lifting it. It was his first time to touch it while limp like this. It was spongy and mostly drained at the moment. Peter tensed at the contact - Sylar had expected that - but didn't object. He made short, gentle strokes with the towel, although the main problem was the tackiness of the mostly-dried lube. Peter eased back down, trusting him.
The manipulations had another effect, which was Peter's flaccid penis oozing a drop of seminal fluid, the body's own natural lubricant for sperm. Sylar looked at that for a moment. A furtive glance showed Peter was still doing his 'I'm asleep/you can do whatever you want' act. Sylar adjusted his grip on the towel and moved his hand so his finger swiped off most of the thick liquid, the towel following close thereafter. Peter squirmed a little as the head was more sensitive than the rest. Sylar kept his head down and made faux dabs at Peter's balls until the other man relaxed. Another quick look - Peter's eyes remained shut. Sylar looked at the substance on his finger and lifted it to smell.
It didn't have much of an odor, especially considering the heavy and intoxicating scent of sex and sweat already permeating the air around the two of them. Sylar gave Peter one last nervous look and stuck the fingertip in his mouth, deliberately sweeping it over his tongue and sucking it clean. He hesitated, frozen in place as his face took on an unpleasant grimace - more at the idea than the taste. It wasn't awful. It was a body fluid, a mucous, and the flavor had a lot in common with those from other sources. It didn't taste bad per se, though he could easily imagine it that way. On the face of it, it simply had a taste and whether that was repellant or acceptable was mostly what a person made of it. "Hm," he hummed, working it around in his mouth.
Peter opened his eyes at the vocalization and rubbed the sole of one foot up and down Sylar's leg. He appreciated everything he was getting - the cleaning was a quick leap forward in the relationship to taking care of one another. There'd been many a partner who wouldn't do that much for him even if he asked, yet Sylar had done it as a matter of course. Maybe he doesn't know how rare that level of politeness, even empathy, is. Sylar dropped the towel to the side, swallowed, and crawled up over Peter's body to kiss his lips. Peter skimmed his hands up and down Sylar's sides as their tongues slowly explored one another's mouths. Peter welcomed him in, recognizing that it was insecurity bringing the man to him, seeking reassurance in the permission to kiss. He also didn't miss the possessiveness involved in climbing on top of him to do it, but he didn't mind. Sylar finally leaned away, shifting to return to his previous position at Peter's side.
Peter's nearer hand followed him, ending up resting on Sylar's knee. "See? I'm not pushing you away at all." Sylar smiled softly and leaned in for another kiss.