Eggnog--A Petlar fic
I didn't make this clear in the fic, my apologies, but Peter is wearing just his sleep pants, no shirt.
December 20th
Eggnog
A Petlar fic--1995 words
3rd Person POV
When Peter woke up in the morning it was to an empty bed. He wriggled across the bed to lie spread eagle in the center of the matress and stretched his limbs out as far as he could. He relaxed with a sigh and tucked his nose under the side of Gabriel's pillow. The blanket had risen up in his stretch and his toes were now exposed to the cool air. He curled them in, trying to gain some warmth, then turned partially on his side to curl into a semi-fetol ball.
"Hmmmmm."
Peter let the calm morning wash over him. He couldn't hear Noah barking and begging to be walked. He couldn't hear the scratching of cleaning brushes, or the gurgle of the coffee maker. The television was off and the world outside was blissfully muted. Peter kept his eyes closed and enjoyed the moment, knowing it wouldn't last. And sure enough after a few more blissful moments he heard the door open and Noah's happy barking.
Peter sighed and scrunched his eyes tighter. He felt a rough bounce of the bed, followed by a wet nose pressing into his back through the blanket. He reached a single had behind him to blindly shoo the dog away. But Noah would not be detered. He just pounced forward. Now, draped over Peter's side, he began sniffing happily at the sheets.
"G'way Noah."
A single converse sneaker smacked Peter on the side of his head. He flailed about momentarily then sat up and glared at Sylar. The reformed killer was standing with his arms crossed in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Don't treat the dog that way."
Peter frowned but made no objection. Noah was now resting his head in Peter's lap, staring up at him sadly. The corner of Peter's mouth flicked down quickly before he brought his hand up to scratch Noah behind the ears.
"Sorry boy, I was just tired."
Noah woofed softly and enjoyed a few more seconds of petting before padding off the bed. He made his way towards the door and licked Sylar's one socked foot before leaving. Peter spread his arms and flopped back to the matress. He heard the small thunk of Sylar's other shoe being thrown across the room and the noise encouraged Peter to brush the other sneaker off the bed. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes.
The bed dipped slightly at the foot and Peter smiled, thinking Sylar was coming to join him. Instead Sylar flipped up the bottom of the blanket, gripped firmly at both of Peter's ankles, and tugged. Before Peter had time to grab onto something his head was thunking against the floor. Sylar drug him by his ankles into the living room. When they were next to the tree Sylar let go and Peter's heels thunked harshly against the ground.
Peter grumbled in discomfort but knew better than to move. He pressed his palms to his eyes and rubbed. In the background he could hear Sylar digging through a plastic bag. After a minute of so Sylar found what he was looking for and came back to Peter. He stood over the shorter man, his feet planted firmly on either side of Peter's hips.
Seconds later Peter felt something cool and frothy splash against his stomach. The muscles of his abdomen convulsed, creating small pools of liquid that spilled over seconds later. Sylar smirked and closed the carton of eggnog and telekeneticly set it aside. He raked his eyes over Peter's lower body.
Eggnog was pooled in Peter's belly button and from there it spread out in a pale yellow pool. It had sloshed over his sides and was slowly trickling onto the floor and into Sylar's socks. The fabric of Peter's sleep pants were slowly absorbing the eggnog.
"Sylar..."
Sylar shushed him and fell to his knees over Peter. He grabbed Peter tightly under his chin and forced his head still. Sylar bit down hard on Peter's lower lip, drawing blood, then started a kiss. Sylar's fingers pressed harder into the smaller man's jaw as he worked his tongue in. Sylar groaned at the metalic tang of blood in Peter's mouth.
The nurse arched up into Sylar, sloshing even more of the eggnog onto the floor. Sylar pulled away and make quick work of his pants. He pushed them open just enough to free his erection before he got to his knees again. He reached up to rake his nails down Peter's nipples just before dipping his tongue into Peter's belly button.
The nurse hummed in appreciation and closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of Sylar's tongue lapping up the eggnog. Every sweep of the tongue was followed by the lightest hints of stubble scratching across his stomach. Peter was torn between laughing and moaning at the sensation.
Sylar drug his tongue in long sweeps across Peter's stomach. Drool and eggnog built up on his chin and nose and he smeared it across the clean sections of Peter's stomach so he could lick that up too. When Sylar pulled away only thin trails of sticky, drying eggnog striping Peter's sides, were left.
Peter was panting heavily, his chest heaving and his face pink. He reached out to grab Sylar's hand, intent on pulling him up for a kiss. But Sylar yanked his hand free and pulled back enough to flip Peter harshly onto his stomach. He dug his fingers into Peter's lower back and raked them down, leaving angry read lines and catching Peter's waisteband in the process. He grabbed fistfuls of fabric at the nurses hips and yanked them down just enough to bare his ass.
Peter folded his arms and rested his forehead there. When Sylar yanked him up by the hips Peter pulled his knees under himself and pressed back against Sylar's groin. He tried to spread his legs but Sylar squeezed both of his outter thighs and held them together.
"Stay put Petrelli."
Peter nodded into his arms and tried to relax. He visualised the picture they made and shivered. For some reason the thought of Sylar taking him with his jeans still on unsettled him. He tried to calm his breathing.
This is Sylar. It'll hurt, but it's a good hurt. Stay calm Peter. Stay calm.
First he felt Sylar's saliva slicked member slide inbetween his cheeks. Then he felt the rough scratch of a zipper and denim. He shivered as Sylar began to thrust gently against the seam of his ass and the zipper of his pants caught on his skin.
Sylar's thumbs stroked small circles on Peter's ass before he moved his hands in to pull Peter's ass apart. He pulled his own hips back and leaned down to spit along the top of Peter's ass. A thick trail of spit dribbled down from Peter's tailbone down through the seam of his ass, before it dripped down onto his pants.
Sylar reached forward with a single finger to press harshly into Peter's perenium, from there he drug it up to collect spit. His fingertip circled Peter's entrance twice before he pushed in quickly. Peter was whining into the carpet and weakly pressing his hips back against Sylar's fingers. The taller man jammed his finger in and out of Peter a few more times, making sure to scratch as much as possible.
It wasn't long before Peter was gasping and whining into the carpet. There was a thin trail of spit dripping down to the carpet. Sylar pulled his finger free and stroked himself a few times before guiding himself into Peter. He pushed in quickly, grabbing tightly at Peter's thighs. When his zipper was pressed firmly into the delicate skin of Peter's ass he reached around to pull out the elastic of Peter's pants. He let go and it snapped back, delivering a sharp sting to Peter's still trapped erection. The nurse hissed and jerked his hips away.
"Moan nice and pretty for me and I'll let you come."
Peter nodded into his arms and rocked back against Sylar. The taller man gripped tightly at Peter's hips, straightened his own back, then set a fast pace. Instead of thrusting forward Sylar yanked Peter's hips back to meet him. Peter's head dragged across his arms with each thrust, until finally it thunked against the floor. He seperated his arms and clawed at the carpet. Peter keened loudly when his erection caught on the inside seam of his pants. The cotton felt itchy and tight against his prick and he was desperate to free himself.
Sylar reached aroud Peter and squeezed him through his pants. Peter screamed into the carpet and then turned his head to the side. He kept up a steady steam of moans, keens, and breathy 'Sylar's'. Peter was exaggerating just a bit for Sylar's sake but not all of it was fake. His one cheek was being rubbed raw against the carpet and his knees were starting to burn. Sylar was just barely rubbing across his prostate. Peter struggled forward to gain more friction against his member but Sylar wouldn't have it. He released Peter's front and threw Peter from him forceably.
The nurse's lower body crashed to the floor. He grunted and let out a small sob before rolling onto his back. As Sylar stood Peter reached into his pants with both hands and worked himself quickly. His hips jerked upwards sparadicly and the muscles in his abdomen twitched and tensed.
His mouth fell open and he tossed his head back, his eyes closed tightly. Peter trailed one hand down to finger himself while he pulled and tugged at himself. He felt Syar's socked feet brush against his thighs. The nurse looked up at Sylar from under his lashes.
Say it.
"Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!"
Each yell of the name was accented with a tight squeeze and jerk to his erection. His eyes slid shut just as he heard Sylar groan his name. Seconds later he felt Sylar's hot semen splash across his stomach and chest. When Sylar fell to his knees over him, Peter came. His own semen mixed into Sylars and pooled in the dips of his abdomen, around his peircing, and in the dip between his pecs.
He let his hands slide out of his pants and onto the floor. He shut his eyes and relaxed into the feeling of his afterglow. When the semen started to cool Peter felt Sylar's fingers drag through the mess on his stomach.
Sylar collected a large glob of their mixed come on his fingers and rubbed it onto Peter's lips. The nurse licked his lips and opened his mouth slowly. When Sylar slipped his fingers into Peter's mouth the nurse sucked and licked softly.
Peter opened his mouth for more when Sylar moved his fingers away. The two of them laid quietly in the shadow of the Christmas tree, Sylar collecting the come in his fingers, and Peter sucking it away. When the mess was gone Sylar settled back and rested the back of his head on his palms. Peter turned onto his side and rested his head on Sylar's chest and tangled his legs with the taller man's.
Just as Peter was about to drift off to sleep Peter heard faint whisperings from Sylar's head. A quick glance up told him the other man was asleep. Peter concentrated harder, straining to hear what Gabriel was saying.
Don't let anyone drink the rest of the eggnog.
Is it going bad?
No, Sylar plans on...coming in it later...
Peter's mouth feel open in disgust and he jerked his head away from Sylar. He stared in shock down at the other man, his lip hooked down and his eyes wide.
He wouldn't.
He thought it would be funny if you drank it...
Peter punched Sylar once on the chest and stormed away to dump the eggnog down the drain.
"Hey! I had plans for that!"
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About the jeans thing, I figure as an EMT he sees a fair amount of rape cases. All people who like rough sex have that one tick that just bothers them. I'm thinking Peter has no issue with rough sex because he knows he can heal and Sylar won't take it too far. But the state of undress made him have a subconcious flashback.
Also that last bit there. There's a big difference between eating jizz in the heat of the moment and drinking it in a glass sometime later. Does that make sense? I mean, just because Peter's willing to eat it doesn't mean he wants a big frothy glass of it with his cereal ya know?
Also...I've never drank eggnog so I'm not sure what it tastes like. Anyone like it? What's it like?