Tinsel--A Petlar fic
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December 19th
Tinsel
A Petlar fic--1683 words
3rd Person POV
When Gabriel came home there was a tree in the corner of the living room. It was a six foot spruce, covered in tinsel. Noah was resting quietly under the tree, also covered in tinsel but Gabriel figured that was an accident rather than deliberate. Gabriel stood in shock at the sight; his shoulder bag slid to the floor with a thump. There was tinsel and nettles everywhere. Unused lights were strewn across the floor and boxes upon boxes of half opened ornaments were stacked haphazzardly everywhere.
"Peter....."
At his name, the nurse poked his head out from behind the tree. Garlin hung around his neck like a shiney boa. When Peter walked around the tree he used his foot to push a box of ornaments along with him.
"I bought us a tree Brei. Smells like Christmas now doesn't it?"
Peter smiled brightly and turned to admire the tree, which was almost entirely silver with tinsel.
"It's so...."
"Beautiful, right Brei?"
"I was going to say messy but..."
Peter frowned slightly and shook his head. He swaggered up to Gabriel and used the end of his garlin to tickle the watchmaker's nose. Gabriel batted him away and frowned at the tree. Peter grabbed onto Gabriel's face, palms open against the taller man's cheeks, and pulled his face down so that their foreheads touched.
"It's Christmas tradition. Didn't you have a tree?"
Gabriel sighed against Peter's face and pushed out his bottom lip. Peter tilted his head forward to suck it into his mouth. He gave it a light nibble then pulled away completely so Gabriel could straighten up.
"We never had a tree. Dad didn't like the smell and...Christmas was never about presents for us. To mom, Christmas was trekking through three feet of snow at 11:30 so we could make it to Midnight Mass on time."
I figured as much.
Peter grabbed Gabriel's hand lightly and tugged him toward the tree. As Gabriel got closer he noticed that Peter had strung lights up before he began the tinsel onslaut. The bulbs were white and the cord was green. Gabriel investigated a little while longer and decided that they weren't blinking lights.
I always imagined you'd have large colored bulbs...
"I figured those would be easier on your eyes."
Peter bent over another box of ornaments and dug through its contents, looking for the star. Gabriel eyed his butt briefly before shaking his head and circling the tree. After his first pass around Noah got up and began following him, happily wagging his tail and butting his nose against Gabrie's legs. The watchmaker patted his head hesitantly then resumed his path around the tree. He saw nettles on the floor, as well as crumpled newspaper and packing peanuts. The lights were draped unevenly through the branches and some places had far more tinsel than others.
While Gabriel was fretting at the mess the tree had caused Peter had unearthed the star. It was shaped like a bouqet of shimmery flowerlike stalks. It was fuscia and unconventional, entirely un-Christmasy. And Peter had bought it to spite his father on his eighteenth Christmas. His mother had found it amusing. She stopped to smile at it every day until the tree had been taken down. His father tried to remove it at least twice a day and had never succeeded. After that Peter couldn't bring himself to part with it.
Peter laid it aside and picked up a box of matching fuscia ball and icicle ornaments. He stepped in front of Gabriel and handed him the box. He got down on one knee, bowed his head, and held the box up to Gabriel.
"Since the lights and tinsel are thrown on all crazy I'm going to let you put the ornaments on how ever you want."
Gabriel visibly relaxed at the thought of being able to bring some order to the mess of a tree. He took the box from Peter and certseyed as an afterthought. The nurse laughed at him lightly and skipped to the kitchen to get the broom.
When Peter returned Gabriel was well into decorating the tree. He was placing the ornaments in an alternating pattern, equal distances apart. Peter moved around him to sweep up the mess he caused, then moved on to stacking the boxes properly.
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Peter pushed the tree back against the corner, then climbed under it to plug it in. He felt a light brush against his butt and looked back to see Noah's palm resting on his rump. He rocked forward on his knees and hissed slightly at the unexpected feel of Noah's claw scratching down his ass. Gabriel pulled Noah away gently by the collar and helped Peter get out from under the tree.
They stood side by side to bask in the light glow of the tree. Peter could see a happy twinkle in Gabriel's eyes and smiled at his accomplishment. He rocked sideways to bump his shoulder against Gabriel's.
"Not bad for our first tree together...your first tree...is it?"
Not bad at all.
Peter got behind Gabriel and guided him to lie down under the tree. An icicle ornament dangled just milimeters from the watchmaker's nose.
"This tree is going to lose nettles everyday. And Noah might pee on it, or knock it over...Sylar might even knock it over. Ornaments might fall off and one of the bulbs could blow. Tinsel will fall off of it all the time."
Gabriel let out a distressed sound and tried to wriggle out from under the tree. But Peter reached forward and pushed him by his shoulders back to the floor.
"And so, in light of this, I am going to reward you now for letting me put the tree up at all."
Peter smirked and ran his hands down Gabriel's body. He slowly undid the watchmakers jeans and slid them down to midthigh. He pressed his thumbs lightly into Gabriel's hipbones and stroked the skin there softly. Then he bent down to nuzzle the trail of hair that started at Gabriel's navel and disapeared into his boxers. He pressed a soft kiss against the waisteband of those boxers and then mouthed at the cotton.
Gabriel whined softly and shifted his legs, trying to move his pants farther down. Peter nudged Gabriel's legs farther apart and then moved to lie between them. After a few more saliva laden gummings Gabriel was hard and straining against the plaid fabric of his boxers.
Peter released one of Gabriel's hips and pulled the opening of the boxers apart. He watched in awe as Gabriel's erection rose slowly out of the opening and then fell to lie against his abdomen. Gabriel sobbed once in embarrasment but didn't move away.
"It's beautiful Brei, the things your body does..."
Peter strained forwards, using his toes as leverage, to kiss at the underside of Gabriel's erection. He pushed his lips to cover the bottom of the circumcision scar and sucked. Peter heard a soft, deep inhale followed by a shakey exhale.
Roll the lips over the gums. Watch out testicles here I come.
Peter's head jerked forward in surprise and his teeth caught on Gabriel, causing him to whimper in pain and embarassment. Peter put his hands on either side of Gabriel's hips and raised himself up. He crawled forward slowly and leaned down just enough to rest the tip of his nose against Gabriel's. He knocked aside the icicle ornament and heard a 'tink' as it hit the ground. Gabriel huffed.
"He's just trying to rile you up. Sylar, play nice. If you want a round under the tree we'll have a go in the morning."
When Peter got no response he assumed he had a deal. He kissed the tip of Gabriel's nose and moved back down to finish what he started. When he was situated once again he reached out and pulled Gabriel's erection towards his mouth.
He started with soft sucks to the head. He bobbed his head slowly, taking a little more each time but not going farther than half way. He let his mouth to open clumsily in order to dribble spit down Gabriel's length. When enough had worked its way down he brought a hand up to grip lightly at the base of Gabriel's erection.
When his mouth moved down his hand moved up. Peter hollowed his cheeks and sucked at every retreat and twisted his wrist each time his mouth and hand pulled apart. Gabriel was keening and panting. His head was rocking from side to side, his hace lit up by the glow of the tree.
Peter smirked at Gabriel's face and pulled back to press the tip of his tongue to Gabriel's slit. Peter then pulled away entirely so he could stratle Gabriel's legs and sit on his own knees. Then Peter reached out again and held firmly just below the head. He twisted his hand back and forth a few times before leaning down to lick heavily with at the tip with the flat of his tongue.
Gabriel cried out at the new sensation and bucked his hips. Peter sat up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear before leaning down again. He pressed a kiss to the tip of Gabriels erection and sucked as hard as he could.
Gabriel gasped and clawed at the floor as he came. Peter's mouth was flooded with hot salty semen and he contcentrated on swallowing it all. When Gabriel started to soften Peter slid his lips down to completely cover the head and keep up his sucking. The watchmaker's body was wracked with tremors as the aftershocks rolled through his system.
When Gabriel was finally spent Peter crawled up his limp body to place a small kiss on his cheek.
"Love you Brei."
Gabriel opened his eyes a sliver and smiled.
"You have tinsel in your hair. It's pretty..."
Peter stiffled a laugh at Gabriel's slurred speech.
Not the most eloquent post orgasm are you?
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