fic: Teaching
Title: Teaching
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Luke - Sylar teaches Luke how to please a woman. (And if Elle makes a crack about Luke being better it would be even more awesomesauce)
A/N: Special hell for writing this, go me! and sorry about all the tense changes!
Originally Posted: 4/9/2009 (here)
Sylar and Elle have both noticed Luke eyeing her hungrily with all the lust a 16 year old boy can show. Subtlety be damned, it's just plain out there for them to see. The two had laughed about it privately when they managed to get alone from him. It just so happened that their alone time involved showering while Luke lounged on the motel bed, mindlessly watching TV.
"You've seen the way he looks down my shirt instead of at my face, right?" Elle giggles as she steps into the spray of hot water.
Sylar follows her and pulls the curtain shut. "He's got a lot to learn."
"Why don't you teach him? Just not the part where you try to kill the girl several hours after you fucked."
And there it was, the idea thrown out there by Elle. They both looked at each other and silently came to an agreement. Sylar would teach Luke on how to please women and Elle would offer herself for the cause.
"I'm setting rules for this."
"But it's my body."
"Call me possessive," Sylar grins. He pulls her closer to him and dips his head down to capture her mouth in a kiss as the water from the shower head beat down on them.
They approach Luke the next day with their idea.
"Hey Microwave." Elle plops down on the bed next to the teenager while Sylar stands in front of him.
"Should I ask why you're both looking at me like that?"
"You want to tell him or should I?" Elle looks up at Sylar, laughter in her eyes.
"Go ahead, it was your idea."
"Well Luke," Elle starts, bringing her hand to Luke's shoulder. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at me." She shifts her sitting position so she can stretch her legs out over Luke's lap.
"Um...you have?" Luke gulps nervously.
"Of course, silly. It's not hard to miss," she smiles teasingly as she runs her hand through his short hair. "And we decided that you need to be taught how to properly please women."
"What?" The boy's eyes widen and he looks over to Sylar for some sort of confirmation. He gets it in the form of a terse nod.
"And even better," Elle continues as she hooks her arms around him playfully, "You get to practice on me. It's your dream isn't it?" She laughs as she sends some shocks into his body.
"Just a few rules," Sylar interrupts. "One, I will be watching very carefully so don't try anything funny. Two, you will listen to what I tell you to do. Three, you will not actually be having sex with her."
"It's kind of cute to see you a little jealous," Elle grins devilishly as she swings her legs off of Luke and lets go of him.
"Should I tell you what I did with Candice and Maya?"
Elle's grin turns into a frown quickly. "No." Her eyes slightly narrow. "Okay, I get your point. End of discussion about that." She positions herself more comfortably on the bed. "Want to start teaching?"
"Why not?" Sylar shrugs.
"Come on, Luke," Elle grabs the boy and pulls him down on top of her. His face is inches away from hers and she gives him a little smirk and pushes him down her body.
Luke's fingers catch onto the waistband of her shorts and he gently tugs them down her slim legs. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Elle wearing a pair of blue lacy boyshorts and he swallows hard. Elle props herself up onto her elbows, looking at him.
"Like what you see?" She purrs before looking over at Sylar, who looks on with a bemused expression.
"Congratulations, step one is complete. Now what do you think you should do?" Sylar asks dryly as he walks over to the bed and positions himself behind Elle, letting her fall back and rest against him.
"Umm...I."
Sylar holds up his hand. "Don't talk about it. Just do it."
Luke tentatively pushes Elle's legs apart before he brushes his fingers against her center, feeling her through the thin fabric of her underwear. He looks back up and seeing the encouraging looks, he presses his fingers harder and Elle visibly shivers. Luke takes the chance to pull down her underwear and slip it off her body. Slowly, he lowers his head and his tongue comes out to tease her clit.
Elle's back arches and a small moan escapes her. "Keep going."
Luke begins to feel more comfortable, his braveness showing as he licks her harder, her taste filling his mouth. He takes his mouth away and slides a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is. Elle's hips buck at the feeling and she clenches around him.
"You can add another finger, you know." Sylar says quietly, looking on. His hands gently brush Elle's bangs back from her face. "She likes that."
Luke nods and he slides another finger inside Elle. She moans when the teenager starts pumping his fingers in and out of her and her face is getting flushed. He keeps his thumb against her clit, pressing and toying to see the reaction it brings.
Elle's panting now and her arms reach up and her hands grab Sylar's face and brings it down to hers, hungrily kissing him upside down as she feels her orgasm well up in her. A few more thrusts of Luke's fingers and she's there. She bites down on Sylar's lip and she can't help but let out some sparks.
Both guys pull away, wincing slightly from the contact with her sparks.
"That was pretty good, Microwave," Elle lazily smiles.
Luke can only nod as he realizes how tight his pants feel and he gets off the bed to go into the bathroom.
Once the door closes behind him, Elle looks up at Sylar. "Gosh...I think he might even be better at this than you are," Her lips curl up into a teasing smile, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." He slides out from under her and in a swift move, tops her, a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy in his eyes.
"Don't talk, show me."
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sylar/Elle/Luke - Sylar teaches Luke how to please a woman. (And if Elle makes a crack about Luke being better it would be even more awesomesauce)
A/N: Special hell for writing this, go me! and sorry about all the tense changes!
Originally Posted: 4/9/2009 (here)
Sylar and Elle have both noticed Luke eyeing her hungrily with all the lust a 16 year old boy can show. Subtlety be damned, it's just plain out there for them to see. The two had laughed about it privately when they managed to get alone from him. It just so happened that their alone time involved showering while Luke lounged on the motel bed, mindlessly watching TV.
"You've seen the way he looks down my shirt instead of at my face, right?" Elle giggles as she steps into the spray of hot water.
Sylar follows her and pulls the curtain shut. "He's got a lot to learn."
"Why don't you teach him? Just not the part where you try to kill the girl several hours after you fucked."
And there it was, the idea thrown out there by Elle. They both looked at each other and silently came to an agreement. Sylar would teach Luke on how to please women and Elle would offer herself for the cause.
"I'm setting rules for this."
"But it's my body."
"Call me possessive," Sylar grins. He pulls her closer to him and dips his head down to capture her mouth in a kiss as the water from the shower head beat down on them.
They approach Luke the next day with their idea.
"Hey Microwave." Elle plops down on the bed next to the teenager while Sylar stands in front of him.
"Should I ask why you're both looking at me like that?"
"You want to tell him or should I?" Elle looks up at Sylar, laughter in her eyes.
"Go ahead, it was your idea."
"Well Luke," Elle starts, bringing her hand to Luke's shoulder. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at me." She shifts her sitting position so she can stretch her legs out over Luke's lap.
"Um...you have?" Luke gulps nervously.
"Of course, silly. It's not hard to miss," she smiles teasingly as she runs her hand through his short hair. "And we decided that you need to be taught how to properly please women."
"What?" The boy's eyes widen and he looks over to Sylar for some sort of confirmation. He gets it in the form of a terse nod.
"And even better," Elle continues as she hooks her arms around him playfully, "You get to practice on me. It's your dream isn't it?" She laughs as she sends some shocks into his body.
"Just a few rules," Sylar interrupts. "One, I will be watching very carefully so don't try anything funny. Two, you will listen to what I tell you to do. Three, you will not actually be having sex with her."
"It's kind of cute to see you a little jealous," Elle grins devilishly as she swings her legs off of Luke and lets go of him.
"Should I tell you what I did with Candice and Maya?"
Elle's grin turns into a frown quickly. "No." Her eyes slightly narrow. "Okay, I get your point. End of discussion about that." She positions herself more comfortably on the bed. "Want to start teaching?"
"Why not?" Sylar shrugs.
"Come on, Luke," Elle grabs the boy and pulls him down on top of her. His face is inches away from hers and she gives him a little smirk and pushes him down her body.
Luke's fingers catch onto the waistband of her shorts and he gently tugs them down her slim legs. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Elle wearing a pair of blue lacy boyshorts and he swallows hard. Elle props herself up onto her elbows, looking at him.
"Like what you see?" She purrs before looking over at Sylar, who looks on with a bemused expression.
"Congratulations, step one is complete. Now what do you think you should do?" Sylar asks dryly as he walks over to the bed and positions himself behind Elle, letting her fall back and rest against him.
"Umm...I."
Sylar holds up his hand. "Don't talk about it. Just do it."
Luke tentatively pushes Elle's legs apart before he brushes his fingers against her center, feeling her through the thin fabric of her underwear. He looks back up and seeing the encouraging looks, he presses his fingers harder and Elle visibly shivers. Luke takes the chance to pull down her underwear and slip it off her body. Slowly, he lowers his head and his tongue comes out to tease her clit.
Elle's back arches and a small moan escapes her. "Keep going."
Luke begins to feel more comfortable, his braveness showing as he licks her harder, her taste filling his mouth. He takes his mouth away and slides a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is. Elle's hips buck at the feeling and she clenches around him.
"You can add another finger, you know." Sylar says quietly, looking on. His hands gently brush Elle's bangs back from her face. "She likes that."
Luke nods and he slides another finger inside Elle. She moans when the teenager starts pumping his fingers in and out of her and her face is getting flushed. He keeps his thumb against her clit, pressing and toying to see the reaction it brings.
Elle's panting now and her arms reach up and her hands grab Sylar's face and brings it down to hers, hungrily kissing him upside down as she feels her orgasm well up in her. A few more thrusts of Luke's fingers and she's there. She bites down on Sylar's lip and she can't help but let out some sparks.
Both guys pull away, wincing slightly from the contact with her sparks.
"That was pretty good, Microwave," Elle lazily smiles.
Luke can only nod as he realizes how tight his pants feel and he gets off the bed to go into the bathroom.
Once the door closes behind him, Elle looks up at Sylar. "Gosh...I think he might even be better at this than you are," Her lips curl up into a teasing smile, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." He slides out from under her and in a swift move, tops her, a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy in his eyes.
"Don't talk, show me."