Heroes Fic
Title: When I Think of Blowjobs, I Think...
Summary: Peter reflects on getting head from his favorite serial killer. (Part of Settled World Verse, can be read as a stand alone.)
Rating: I dunno...barely an R I guess
A.N.: Just a short fic today. Am I losing my touch? I hope not. Some smut IS coming, but for now please make due with thoughts about smut. And, my word, it's in 1st person POV.
Peter's POV
There's something beautiful about Sylar on his knees. It's not just a power thing either. I mean, that part is great. Being able to ask the big bad boogeyman to get on his knees and open his mouth is exillerating. But there's something more to it.
He looks...softer. But he's still there, it isn't like I'm looking down at Gabriel. His whole face just seems to relax. it's as if this is the only time he just doesn't think. There's this peace to his face, all while his pretty pouty lips are wrapped around my dick.
I want to cup my hand around the back of his neck and rub my thumb across his jaw. I want him to rest his cheek on my thigh. But I can't do that. It's okay though, he looks gorgeous regaurdless. I love the way his hair falls loose and streaks across his face. Sometimes it gets stuck to his lips with spit and gives me this weird tickling sensation. When it happens I have to work hard to keep from laughing, I'm pretty sure he'd bite me if I laughed.
Once he looked up at me, right in the eyes, when he pulled away. He gave me the sweetest little kiss on my tip and I squeaked. I couldn't help it, and I ruined the moment. He was vicious after that, all teeth and rough strokes. But that little kiss had been worth it.
How he looks right now...he's making a big fuss about how it's all salty and gross and that I should count my blessings. But he can't fool me, not really. After he's all done downing half a water bottle, and his snarky comments have been reduced to a silent simmer, I see it. He turns his face just barely away from me, and when he think's I'm not looking, he slowly licks across his bottom lip.
I guess I should be weirded out that some guy is savoring the taste of my semen but this is Sylar. That's the closest I'm ever going to get to a 'I like doing that for you'. I'll let him think I don't notice, it's sweeter that way.