Slave Verse 4, Chapter 5: Voyeurs and Frottage
Thirty years later
Peter climbed on top of Sylar, pressing him down into the sofa, running his hands up under the other man's shirt, then bringing them back down with his nails curled to bite into Sylar's flesh. He cried out and arched under Peter, who unfastened his pants and pulled him out.
Oh yes, please Peter…
You want me to suck you?
I don't care, I don't care, just your touch, I love your touch, your hands, your… I like looking at your face. Stay where I can see your face.
Peter shifted further up Sylar's body, kissing him deeply, sloppily, then down the side of his face, biting and chewing, pulling on the skin of his cheek as he humped into him. Sylar pushed down Peter's sweat pants and fondled him gently, bringing Peter's shaft into contact with his own and watching his lover's expression.
Oh, you're so hot, your skin is so hot there, Peter projected into his mind. He eased back to bring their groins more in line with one another.
Sylar wrapped his long fingers around both of them, stroking up and down slowly, smearing their precum over them. Peter spat and added his hand at the top, cupping their tips. Sylar whined and groaned, shifting his hips up into their hands. He leaned forward and kissed Peter's forehead.
I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much, so much, Peter!
"Oh," said a feminine voice. Both of them froze and their heads snapped around as one. There was only one lamp on in the room, but it was close enough to make it clear what the two of them were doing. Peter's wife stood at the entrance to the hall. Sylar jerked his hand away from their frotting.
"Um… hi honey," Peter said. Maddeningly, his hand slipped down from the top and took up the position Sylar's had just vacated.
Peter? You're not stopping.
Nope. You said the only way you'd approve of the marriage is if it didn't affect us.
There's a difference between 'doesn't affect us' and doing it in front of her.
"Hi," she said, blushing furiously. "I… uh… I heard something and I thought it was… I thought Alicia must have woke up."
"Nope. She's in bed. I checked first," Peter said reasonably. His hand stroked up and down, the motion perfectly obvious. Sylar turned his face away, the tension in the situation making it seem like he was about to burst. Peter, I am so fucking close.
I know. That is awesome. You ought to look at her, use the aura sight. She's turned on by this.
I'm too embarrassed to look at her… Peter… I've never been into doing it front of people. You know that. His erection was starting to flag a bit, so Peter picked up the pace, jerking harder, putting his body into the motion as well. Sylar bit his lip and stifled a whine, his previous state of arousal coming back full force.
"I'll… go back to bed then."
"Yep, see you later, sweetheart," Peter said cheerfully, carrying on without interruption as she left. He bent to bite Sylar's collarbone and trail a line of kisses down as far as his shirt would allow. He sucked hard enough to give him a hickey, though it faded immediately.
Oh! I'm… there! Sylar's come coated his hand with two irregular spurts shooting up between them.
Peter laughed, smeared himself in it and fucked himself directly against Sylar's body, rubbing his tip until he came as well.
You're going to go see her now?
Not right away, but yeah, eventually. Peter leaned up to kiss him. Just so you know, you're always first in my heart.
None of that 'they're all equal in my heart' bullshit?
Nope. No one equals you, master.