Two Sylar/Luke commentfics
#1 Sylar is the coach, Luke is the athlete
The coach paced, trying not to look at Campbell’s face, the sweatband making him look younger by sweeping his hair back. “When did Anderson get so fast?”
Luke shrugged. He had gotten away slow and though he’d managed to pull away from the rest of the pack the kid from Lincoln had proved too much for him. “I don’t know, maybe he had a spurt…” Luke tried for a smile but that dark look was on Coach Gray’s face, the one he got when he could see failure ahead. “I started slow is all, I felt like I didn’t have a push behind me.” He wrung his hands, not wanting to be chewed out anymore. “This is the final, it’ll be different. Adrenaline rush.”
The Coach looked at his watch and strode over towards Luke, making the boy back up against the wall of the changing room. “I can’t take that chance.”
He reached into Luke’s shorts, grabbing his flaccid cock and pumping while the boy gasped and let his head fall back on his shoulders. The dryness of the contact was making Luke whimper and the Coach quickly grabbed the oil he had been rubbing into Luke’s aching legs immediately after the race, splashing it on his hand and grasping the boy again.
Coach Gray kept quiet, listening to the intoxicating sounds of Luke’s pleasure. “You’re going to win Luke, you’re going to win for me, because if you come second….”
“I won’t come….at all.” Luke moaned as he came hard in the Coach’s hand. The Coach kissed him hard, then turned away, cleaning his hand off on a towel.
“Clean yourself up, the call will come in a second.”
Luke smiled, the heat in his cheeks making him feel like he could run a thousand miles, never mind four hundred meters. He swapped his shorts for clean ones, wiping himself down with his towel before starting his stretches.
“Four hundred meters, males, final. All athletes report to the track.” The tannoy rung out as Luke picked up his water bottle and headed for the door.
“Luke.” The Coach looked over his shoulder at the boy, shuddering a little at how great his little ass looked in those blue shorts. “Beat your PB, and….whatever you want. You can have whatever you want.”
Luke grinned. He would beat his personal best, and if this was the reward he got every time, he’d win Gold in London in 2012.
#2 Sylar and Luke play a game
Sylar rolled his eyes again. He had done it so many times since this not-a-roadtrip started that he was worried they might detach and bounce out of his head. “Luke I know you’re seventeen, but I swear to God, wanting sex this often is not normal.”
Luke smiled kneeling next to Sylar on the bed. “Come on, just let me suck you off, you won’t even have to do anything. You can watch TV!” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.
Sylar sighed, trying to find a way out of it. “Okay, let’s play a little game. If you can tell me what you want to my satisfaction, you can have it.”
Luke smirked. “Oh I get it, like..” he breathed in deep, “like dirty talk stuff like that? You’re into that?”
Shrugging, Sylar shuffled further into the middle of the bed. “There’s only one rule. You’re not allowed to use the letter ‘e’. If you do you have to stop immediately and be punished.”
Luke’s shoulders dropped, he didn’t know if he could re-direct enough blood to his brain to do this. “Okay….Sylar.” He screwed his forehead up, thinking. “I want to suck your dick.”
Sylar lay back, smiling and unfastening his jeans. Luke settled between his legs, pulling the denim down to his knees and covering his cock with his eager mouth.
“Mmm, oh Luke, that’s good. Don’t stop…..”
Luke bobbed his head and used his hand to rub what he couldn’t take into his mouth.
“Oh baby, yeah. Yeah, do you like that? Answer me, do you like it?”
Luke lifted his head momentarily, pupils blown with lust. “Yeah, yeah I…”
“Oops! You used the letter e there.” Sylar sat up on the bed, using all his willpower to ignore his unsatisfied hard on. “Take down your pants and lay across my knee.”
Luke did so, blushing a little and moaning nicely when Sylar slapped his round ass with a flat palm. “Now Luke, tell me what else you want me to do with this ass.” There was a growl in Sylar’s voice and Luke could tell he’d turned himself on inadvertently.
“I want….you to…fuck it.” Luke managed, almost wanting to make a mistake and be spanked again.
Sylar grinned, picking Luke up in his arms and depositing him on the bed, his bare ass looking like it was being served to him. “I’ll fuck you if you tell me your name.”
Luke thought hard. How could he say his name without using the letter e?
“Come on Luke, I’m waiting. What’s your name?”
A smile spread across the boy’s face as he realised the answer. “Yours.”