Love, Sex and X Box
Word count : 5564
Rating : NC17
Pairing : Sylar/Luke
Spoilers : For season 3
Notes : For carmexgirl who successfully bid for me in Sweet Charity, she came up with the plot
Warning : This features sex with a 17 year old which may be illegal where you are, but isn't where I am
Luke pulled the blades of grass between his fingers, twisting them until they snapped in his hand and flinging them away. He wanted to burn it, to lay waste to the perfectly manicured lawn and leave theirs the only brown patch in a never ending concourse of Stepford-like gardens where people mowed but didn’t sit, pruned the roses but didn’t enjoy them. It was sunny, bright, warm and it felt like even the weather was mocking him, leaving smiles on everyone’s faces while inside he felt black and bruised. He hated every tweeting bird and every fluttering butterfly that encroached on his despair. In the summery beauty of nature he felt like a mistake. He should turn everything to ashes and darkness and hide within it, another black mark lost in the devastation. He lay down on the grass, suddenly tired, and let the grass make criss-crosses on his cheek.
That cold feeling was still in the pit of his stomach. It had been there since he’d watched Sylar leave, his body eclipsing the light from the diner door and then letting it flood through as Luke’s blood and sweat stung against his face. The rejection was what made him feel sick, the knowledge that he wasn’t good enough, yet again. He had been feeling on top of the world when he and Sylar were together. Sure the cold feeling had started when he left him to the agents outside the first diner, it had kicked in when he had ineffectually tugged at the car door handle and the realisation of what was happening had hit him. Of course it had only been momentary - he’d been hit with the tazer seconds later and woken up with Sylar staring at him. That had been the best moment of his life.
Now he was back where he started. Not good enough. Left. Discarded. Just like his Dad. Just like Samson. Like everybody he ever thought cared about him. It was worse this time because… Well, because of the sex thing. He didn’t just want Sylar to like him, he wanted love for the first time in his life. He wanted to be touched and kissed because that meant it was real. When Samson tripped out he knew he’d be fine because it had happened to him before with his Dad. Right now, thinking about Sylar, he had no idea if the pain would ever go away.
“Luke! What are you doing? Come inside and help me for a change. If you’re not going to go back to school this week you can at least pull your weight.”
Luke forced himself to his feet and let the last of the dead grass blades fall from his fingers. All the way back from the diner, from roadside to truck stop to roadside again he had tried to think of one positive thing he had to look forward to. The fact that his XBox 360 was back at home was the first thing he thought of, then he wondered if his mom might be pleased to see him when he got back. When it came to it, his mother had given him a cursory glance, yelled at him for a while, and then told him she’d sold his XBox to pay for the carpet to be cleaned. When he’d sobbed into his pillow that night he genuinely hadn’t known which he was more saddened by.
As he had done four or five times a day for the last two weeks, he looked up and down the street for a tall, dark man before sadly going inside and shutting the door behind him.
…
When you had as many abilities as Sylar, things as simple as déjà vu were hard to take seriously, but he couldn’t deny that he had a strange feeling. Somewhere around here was Jane Dawson, who could apparently create a living projection of any person she had seen. Interesting, but only for the completist in Sylar’s opinion. Truth be told he was tired of hunting these people one by one, it was formulaic and boring. He wanted to hunt for real, not be given an address.
The scent of camellias hit him and triggered a memory of a warm night a few weeks back. Suddenly the spacing of the trees, the lines of white picket fences and the almost oppressive sense of uniformity came flooding back. It was his father’s street, and that meant…
The windows burned yellow and warm but the sight of the house sent a shiver through Sylar. Dead, lifeless suburbia and that pod person Mary Campbell. He thought of Luke, and his distraction technique on the agent in the diner. “I just wanna go back to my mom,” he had said, and the strength of the lie had set Sylar’s teeth on edge. He had to find out if Luke was there. If he’d condemned the kid to this life he might have been better off killing him. As he strode towards the house he heard the beginnings of an argument threatening to have the neighbours curtains twitching. He made his way round back and silently unlocked the back door with a twist of his fingers.
He stayed close to the wall, not wanting to be seen until he had caught the next few lines in this soap opera script. Mary was ranting about an uncleaned bathroom and Sylar imagined Luke stood there, taking it from her with his head bowed and his bottom lip bitten to stop either tears or a stream of expletives.
“Why did you come back here? You know I was actually sleeping while you were gone, I was actually smiling and relaxing. You’re back for a week and suddenly I just wanna walk out that door and never come back.”
Sylar moved to see Luke’s reflection in a glass cabinet door. He was staring with dead eyes at the floor, shoulders heavy and hands occupied by twisting his shirt seam. Sylar thought his face looked wrong without a smile on it and wondered if that was why the girls at school had called him ugly, as he had found out during one of Luke’s protracted chattering sessions in the car. When he smiled his eyes sparkled and his face suddenly made sense.
“I don’t know what you want from me, mom…”
Sylar hated to admit it but his heart skipped when he heard Luke’s voice, and that wobble in it which meant he about to cry. He might not have been the most demonstrative friend but God help him if he didn’t want to go in there right now and cut Mary down for making him feel this bad.
“I’ll tell you what I want Luke, I want you to start facing up to your responsibilities and stop being such a worthless little son of a bitch.”
Mary screamed as she was flung backwards into a chair, pinned there by an unseen force. Sylar’s head snapped up and his eyes met Luke’s. The boy’s mouth hung open and he flinched as if to run to him but didn’t.
“Hello Luke. Did you miss me?”
“Kill him! Luke, kill him!” Mary screamed as she struggled ineffectually.
Sylar snapped his hand shut and the puppet master’s power held her, silent as he circled her chair. “Oh Mary, you don’t know anything about him do you?” He went to Luke, lifting a hand to stroke his lengthening hair softly. “He could no more kill me than I could kill him.” He drew himself level with Luke and gently cupped his jaw with both hands, leaning down to kiss him. Sylar kept his eyes open, the shy young man inside him still not able to fully believe that the object of his affection wouldn’t back away or laugh at him. Luke meanwhile had his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as he waited. Sylar brushed their lips together, sighing a little as he felt Luke’s hands tentatively grip his waist. The sound of Mary’s muted squeals spurred Sylar on and he deepened their kiss running one hand up through Luke’s hair and the other to his hip, squeezing him and gasping into his mouth.
After what seemed like an age they broke apart and Luke hugged him close. “I knew you’d come back for me. I knew you would.”
Sylar knew he was lying but hugged him back all the same. Coming back for him wasn’t the plan but the last few weeks working with Danko and butting heads had made him yearn for the easy connection he had with Luke. Luke could challenge him without threatening him, and give him his devotion without being slavish. Now as they gripped each other it seemed like the most normal thing in the world. “What shall we do with her?” he whispered.
Luke looked at his mother and swallowed. “She hates me, but I don’t care. Let’s just leave her, can’t we just leave?”
Sylar allowed Mary to speak and waited while she coughed at the rush of air in her lungs. “Mary, do you have anything to contribute?”
“Screw you, you can take the little bastard and do what you want with him, he’s been nothing but trouble to me since he was born.” She spat, still trembling from the exertion of trying to escape.
“Well that’s a turnaround, what happened to “I just want him to be happy”. You realised you can’t make him happy by calling him worthless?” Sylar turned to her, anger growing inside him as he realised that by abandoning Luke, he was almost as bad as his mother.
“He is --.”
Sylar snapped her mouth shut again and shoved her back into the chair for good measure. “He’s not worthless. He’s smart, he’s brave and resilient, which is more than I can say for you. He just needs someone to care about him and not treat him like a problem. Since you can’t do that, I’ll do it myself.” He turned to Luke. “Go pack a bag, we’re leaving tonight.”
…
Luke dashed up the stairs almost tripping over and relieved at being finally able to smile widely. He had come back for him. Again. He pushed open the door to his room and started to throw whatever he could find into a battered black holdall that had been his dad’s with little regard to what he actually might need. Suddenly he stopped and guiltily opened his dresser drawer, fishing around the bottom until he found a three pack of condoms and some lube that he’d hurriedly swiped from the free clinic.
“A little presumptuous aren’t we?” Sylar leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, smirking at Luke’s overactive libido. “You’re not gonna take me to dinner first?”
Luke blushed and tried to stammer through an explanation as Sylar pulled him into his arms. “Your mother ran out of the house when I let her go, did you want to say goodbye to her?”
“No. I can always call her I guess. She’ll probably hang on up on me.” He looked up at his saviour. “She sold my XBox.”
Sylar gave a small smile. “I’ll get you a new X Box. I’ll get you anything you need. Come on, let’s go.” He pulled Luke by the hand and picked up the boy’s bag on the way out. “Let’s find somewhere expensive to stay where we can really disgust the receptionist.”
…
Luke gawped at the opulence of the hotel lobby as Sylar waited patiently at the reception desk. The floor was intricately tiled and the shining mirrors which reached up to the ceiling gave the impression that it went on forever. He joined Sylar and ran his hand over the cool marble as the assistant gave them both a barely disguised look of suspicion.
“We’d like a room for tonight please.” Sylar growled, pulling an arm around Luke’s waist.
“I’m sorry sir, we have no twin rooms available for tonight. The Radisson is a block down and they might…”
“Do you have a honeymoon suite?” Luke raised his eyebrows and registered Sylar’s smile.
“Yes…sir. The honeymoon suite is $1,500 per night and we do have availability, this being Wednesday.” The assistant said dryly.
“Wonderful, we’ll take it. I hope you don’t mind that I pay in cash, I don’t believe in credit.” Sylar peeled off bills from a thick wad as Luke sighed, trying to look bored.
“I’m so glad we flew into New York, I find Milan tiresome at this time of year.” Luke smiled at the assistant as he punched their fake details into the computer.
“Honeymoon suite is on the fourth floor, I hope you enjoy your stay at the Waldorf-Astoria.”
Luke took the key and flashed his best grin as the bell hop picked up their bags with a confused look on his face. “Thankyou so much, and by the way, I love your salad.”
Sylar rolled his eyes and took Luke by the hand as they headed for the elevator. It was wonderful to see him smile.
…
“Holy shit, how much did you tip that bellhop?” Luke flicked through the TV channels excitedly as the door closed and Sylar kicked off his shoes.
“I have unlimited access to gold, no point in being stingy.” He picked up the phone and jabbed at it as Luke wondered what he was doing. “Oh hello, this is Mr Wilson, I would like you to have an XBox 360 and every game you can get your hands on delivered to the honeymoon suite in the morning please. I’ll pay cash if someone would like to collect now? Oh fine, tomorrow. Thankyou.” He turned to Luke. “Told you I’d get you what you needed.” He turned off the TV without touching it and sent the remote control flying from Luke’s hand. “You wanna watch TV or…is it bed time?”
Luke swallowed and Sylar suddenly realised he was trembling. “Hey, hey come here, come on.”
Luke scooted back onto the bed and Sylar took him in his arms. “I’ve never er…well, I’ve never done it before.” Luke closed his eyes and nuzzled into Sylar’s chest. “I’ll be terrible.”
Sylar kissed him softly on the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his hair which he’d missed so much. He shuffled down the bed bringing Luke with him and reached to dim the lights almost to nothing. He pondered whether undressing would freak Luke out but couldn’t lie there comfortably unless he did so he got to his feet and took Luke by the hands. “Help me get undressed?” he whispered as Luke rose to his knees and keenly pushed Sylar’s grey overshirt off his shoulders.
“How come your arms are so big when you barely have to use any energy to do anything?” Luke muttered as he pulled Sylar’s tshirt over his head and stroked his biceps.
“I dunno, I had to use a lot of energy to carry you off over my shoulder that time…” Sylar in turn pulled off Luke’s tshirt and dropped it on the floor as their bodies pressed together.
“You had me over your shoulder?” Luke giggled, letting his hands play around the fastening of Sylar’s jeans but not yet being brave enough to undo them.
“Well I wasn’t going to carry you out of there like Whitney Houston in The Bodyguard.” He smiled and held Luke close, tentatively going for another kiss as the boy’s hands wandered over his back. Sylar had never made out like this before, with the night stretched out in front of him full of unknowns. He felt like a teenager, or how he imagined a normal teenager to be. Back when he was Luke’s age he used to dream of doing this, just selfishly enjoying each other with the smacks and moans their only soundtrack. What was the guy’s name he used to like at school? Andrew. Andrew Harmsworth, the yearbook editor. God, he was so hot. Scruffy blonde hair, big blue eyes, an ass to die for. He let his hand drift down over Luke’s backside and gave it a playful squeeze.
“Hey!” Luke batted his hand away. “This is the honeymoon suite, show a little respect!”
Sylar pecked him on the cheek chastely and undid his pants, stepping out of them. “You wanna lay down? I promise I’ll show the honeymoon suite the respect it deserves.”
Luke nodded and climbed off the bed to undress the rest of the way, just leaving his white cotton boxers which he suddenly wished weren’t so tight. He crawled under the thick duvet and left his shoulders exposed from the immediate heat which spread down his body. He felt the bed dip as Sylar slipped in beside him and his stomach started to turn over. This was going to be awkward enough, but Sylar could tell when he was lying so he couldn’t even bullshit his way through it.
“What are you thinking? Haven’t picked that ability up….yet.” Sylar smirked, careful not to touch Luke until he opened up.
“I don’t know, I….” Luke buried his head in the pillow, trying not to let Sylar see into his eyes. “I want to, I just, I never did it and I….” he twisted the bedclothes in his hands and wished Sylar could read his mind, save him the embarrassment of stuttering through this.
Sylar looked at his forehead crinkling, trying to force out fragmented thoughts and failing. “Do you trust me?”
Luke’s heart sank. “No.”
Sylar nodded. “I can’t really blame you, but it was true what I said at your mother’s house, I do care about you. And I won’t hurt you.” Reluctantly he qualified his statement. “Any more.”
“Why?” Luke turned on his side and rested his hand on Sylar’s hip.
“Why what?”
“Why do you care about me? Maybe if you tell me it will…help.” He shrugged.
Sylar thought about the question and looked at Luke as if the answer was written on him. He rolled onto this back and pulled Luke with him until his head was rested on his chest, the heart-shaped patch of chest hair tickling his nose. “I like you. I like how your mind works. I like that you challenge me, even me when you know you can’t win. I like your little quirks, they ground me, remind me that I have them myself. It’s nice to have someone to talk to who listens because they’re interested, not because I’m about to kill them. And I….”
“What?”
“I missed you. So much.”
Luke’s lip wobbled. “God I missed you too. I’d lie awake in case you came back for me again. I was so fucking depressed, I just wanted you to tell me it was a mistake, that you wanted me back, and that’s why all this….”
Sylar heard him sniff back tears and rolled him onto his back, covering him with his body and kissing his cheek.
“That’s why all this just seems like it’s too good to be true, you know? Like tomorrow I’ll wake up and it’ll all be gone and ….” He started to sob, clinging to Sylar who shushed him and kissed away his tears.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’m not going anywhere. I promise you. Have I ever promised you anything before?”
“No…” he whispered, taking a breath.
“I promise you I’m not going anywhere. And I don’t expect anything from you, I just…” he gave a small laugh as he realised what he was about to say. “It’s been a long time since I actually wanted anyone to be happy.”
“Then you need to practise, it’s okay you can practise on me.” Luke started to smile as he saw something in Sylar’s eyes, something he didn’t need a lie detecting ability for. “Tell me a secret, then I’ll trust you.”
“A secret?”
“Something you never told anyone.”
Sylar stared at the wall, absent-mindedly stroking Luke’s hair. “After my first kiss, I got punched in the face.”
Luke grinned. “Was it with a guy?”
Sylar nodded. “I was seventeen, and I..” he giggled, embarrassed. He had never admitted to this but it felt good that someone was going to listen and not humiliate him. “I had a crush on the yearbook editor, and I even spent about six months allowance on a camera to get his attention. He made me a photographer and I practised so hard so he’d be impressed with me. He was always complimenting me, saying I was good at it. It just made me love him more and more and I convinced myself he felt the same way. When the yearbook came out there was this party, it was terrible, just eight of us in one of the classrooms with orange drink and rice krispie squares and then, when everyone else had gone I cornered him and er…well I went in for the kill and …he kissed back, I swear, I was certain he kissed back. Then he laid me out on the floor, and not in the way I wanted.”
Luke smiled, seeing a glimpse of that seventeen year old Sylar hidden behind years of lies and bravado. The same scared kid who probably never kissed anyone again for years after that. “You wanna retcon it?”
Sylar looked at him, confused. “What?”
“Pretend you never got kissed before, this is your first kiss now. How do you want it to go?”
Smiling, Sylar leaned until his lips were almost on Luke’s, and stared into his pretty brown eyes. He closed his eyes slowly and brushed their lips together giving only the slightest pressure. He heard Luke give a tiny intake of breath and kissed him again, adding pressure each time. He was moving and whimpering beneath him, revelling in the touch, and Sylar ached to take it deeper. He wiggled his hips and their cocks brushed together leading to another little gasp from Luke.
“I want you. I do. I want to give you everything.” Luke’s eyes were closed as he trembled beneath Sylar. All at once Sylar wanted to prove to him that his trust wasn’t misplaced, show him that he cared about him. He kissed his neck gently, waiting to feel Luke relax underneath him and start to react to his touch. “Talk to me, “Luke whispered. “Please.”
“I have waited for this for so long, waited to be so close to you.” Sylar murmured, moving his lips to Luke’s adam’s apple and shivering at the throb of the boy’s blood vibrating through him. “I will make this so good for you, it’s all for you.”
Luke submitted to the flood of sensations as Sylar’s lips moved lower, ghosting over his left pectoral.
“I’ll make it better Luke, I’ll make it up to you.” Sylar flicked his tongue over Luke’s nipple and smiled when he whimpered softly. He pulled the bud of flesh between his lips until he felt Luke getting damp against his leg. He moved again, pressing his cheek against Luke’s soft stomach and listening to the thud thud of his heart. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at Luke, red-faced and breathing hard.
“Come up here.” He whispered, and Sylar complied, pulling himself up until he staring into Luke’s eyes once more. Luke carded his fingers through Sylar’s hair, the gel having long given up its hold, letting the long black tresses fall against his temple. He took Sylar’s hand from where it rested on his hip and put it to his cock, straining through his tight, white boxers. “I want you to look at me while you touch me.”
Sylar’s heart fluttered at the honesty of the request, at Luke’s reluctance to separate sex from affection. He gently stroked Luke through the fabric, adding a little more pressure each time until his cock was flush against his stomach, and all the time looking into his eyes. He pecked him sweetly on the lips and pulled down his boxers from the waistband, letting the boy lift himself off the mattress to help him along. While his hand moved, Sylar concentrated on lavishing attention on Luke's face, leaving soft kisses on his cheeks, running up to his cheekbone and following the contours of his face over his brow and down his nose. He ran his tongue gently over Luke's lips as the boy moaned and bucked into his hand.
"Mmm, kiss me please," Luke whispered. Sylar started with his neck, licking and nibbling as Luke began to come undone. He felt a hand pulling his hair and acquiesed to the kiss, letting their tongues twist as they both whimpered at the building orgasm.
"Come on baby, come on." Sylar pulled Luke's lip between his teeth and started to jerk faster and faster, shuddering at the desperate sounds escaping him.
"Oh God, oh God, please, please." Luke tensed as he begged for Sylar, holding his breath before coming with a cry and gasping through his partner's urgent kisses. He panted, blindly reaching for him and sighing with relief as Sylar held him, nursing through the aftershocks. "Oh God, that was amazing."
Sylar smiled kindly at him, pulling the duvet around them and cuddling Luke's still shaking body to his. "Just you wait. I'm gonna make you feel so good." He kissed Luke's forehead tenderly and revelled in their closeness. "From now on it's just you and me, it's all for you."
Luke glanced down to see Sylar straining through his boxers and reached to stroke him with fluttering fingers. The sounds he made were so..unlike him. He had never heard him give in, enjoy himself or give them impression that the situation he was in was not completely under his control. Now however, he shuddered under Luke's touch and thanked him with slack-jawed kisses, his breath quivering. Luke lay flat on his back and pulled Sylar between his spread legs, arching them to trap him there and holding him close. "I want you to...you know, I want it, it's okay."
Sylar looked into his eyes. It would be easy to take advantage - the boy wanted love so much he'd probably do anything Sylar asked and thank him for it. But he was shaking and his eyes betrayed his real trepidation. Sylar shook his head gently. "Not tonight, you're not....it's been a long day for you."
Luke stared right through him. "No. I mean it. I want you to..I want you to make love to me, and I want it now." He set his jaw and arched into Sylar's body, kissing him hungrily and rubbing against him until he moaned in frustration.
"Alright, but...you can say stop any time and we'll stop. Any time. Promise?"
Luke nodded. "Will it hurt?"
"Yes. And you might feel strange but I want you to look at me all the way through, okay? And you'll see in my eyes I don't want to hurt you."
"Okay. I trust you."
Sylar noticed the lack of a tell-tale shiver and marvelled at the speed at which Luke could start to trust someone. Considering his background the poor kid should have bars around his heart but still he kept opening up, giving extra chances where they hadn't been earned. Hurting him, emotionally or physically, now or in the future, would be...evil. Sylar touched his forehead to Luke's and moved to kiss his throat tenderly, keeping them flush together, heat rising between them. He felt Luke relax and stop shaking, made boneless by the feather-light touches of Sylar's lips and the nudge of his erection. He moved down his body as he done before, this time determined to finish what he started. He flattened himself onto the bed between Luke's legs and did nothing more than rest his lips on his lover's cock. He waited until Luke shifted self-consciously and guided his head down before he took him into his mouth, sucking gently and moving his tongue over the slit.
"Oh...oh don't stop that's awesome."
Sylar smiled, taking him all the way down and rubbing at Luke's perineum as he bucked and moaned. He stretched one arm out to the side and called Luke's hastily packed lube and condoms from the holdall, praying that the latter were actually in date. When Luke heard the crinkle of the condom packet he stiffened and Sylar had to stroke his stomach lovingly until he calmed and relaxed back into the soft bed. Sylar let Luke's cock drop from his lips and shuffled downwards again, pushing his hand flat on the underside of the boy's thigh and letting his tongue lap at his entrance.
"Oh my God!" Luke moaned and arched his back as Sylar ate him out, unable to stay quiet. "More, I want more." he whispered, as Sylar withdrew his tongue and crawled back up the bed, pressing his thumb to the wetness. He let Luke watch as he slathered his fingers in lube, anxious to let him see that he was doing everything he could to make the experience good for him. He rested his head on Luke's chest and reached down to tickle his entrance with the tip of his index finger before sliding it in. Luke hummed in pleasure and spread his legs further, inviting Sylar to add more pressure. He slid in another finger but noticed immediately how tight the boy was and only managed to move inside him a couple of inches before he tensed. He kissed at the shell of Luke's ear. "We could just do this, we don't have to go any further, not yet."
Luke shook his head with a pained expression. "No, I want it. Really, I can take it. Don't be scared to hurt me, it's okay."
Sylar was anxious, feeling the tight heat around just two fingers he was sure that Luke would be in real pain if he tried to fuck him, but the resolute look on his face said that he'd feel rejected if Sylar didn't at least try. "Okay, okay. Just remember. Say stop and I will." He withdrew his fingers slowly and started to put on the condom while Luke stroked himself, eyes screwed shut like he was trying to block something out. When he was done he lubed himself up as much as possible before leaning down to kiss Luke and letting the tip of his cock rest against the crack of his ass. He hooked Luke's legs over his shoulders and positioned himself. "Are you ready?"
Luke nodded serenely and took a deep breath as Sylar started to push inside him. He cried out and screwed up his eyes again, gritting his teeth against the searing pain which seemed to run right up his spine. When he opened them Sylar was looking at him concerned.
"Wanna stop? Are you okay?"
Luke shook his head. "I'm okay. I'm okay, just..keep going. I'm okay."
Sylar reluctantly started to move again, trailing kisses along Luke's neck and breathing deeply against the tightness which was starting to burn. He looked at Luke again and saw a shallow tear run down his cheek. "Shhh, it's okay, let's stop now."
"No! No, come on, it's okay, they're just watering, I'm not crying. S'good, it's starting to....oh..."
Sylar stroked him and immediately felt him loosen up. He moved slowly, searching out Luke's prostate and guessing he'd hit the target when Luke's nails dug into his arms and his head was thrown back dramatically.
"Oh God! Oh my God, please!" Luke twisted in the bed, electric shocks running through his body as Sylar hit the sweet spot over and over. Sylar moaned as he was finally able to fuck him freely. He hugged the boy to him whispering into his ear.
"So beautiful, you're not worthless, you're so beautiful. You're mine, it's just you and me Luke. I'll never leave you again." He pulled Luke's earlobe between his lips and scrunched his forehead as he felt his orgasm approach. He pulled himself onto his elbows and continued stroking Luke, staring into his eyes as he watched him come apart.
"Sylar yes, yes, oh God, please..." Luke clutched at the sheets and came with a moan as Sylar grunted and thrust one final time.
"Luke, Luke..." Sylar collapsed onto his chest, panting.
"Hmm, that's my name, don't wear it out." Luke grinned as Sylar rolled off him and tied off the condom, flinging it into the trash. He considered going to the bathroom to get towels to clean them up but saw the look on Luke's face and realised what he needed. He pulled the covers over them, entwining their legs and cradling Luke in his arms.
"Are you okay? How do you feel?" Sylar stroked the boy's back, peppering kisses onto his cheeks as he giggled.
"I'm okay. Be sore in the morning though, you might have to give me a nice massage or something while I play XBox." He nuzzled into Sylar's chest hair, breathing deeply and fighting to keep his eyes open.
"You wanna sleep?"
"Hmm," Luke hummed and then jerked his head up. "You'll be here when I wake up, right?"
Sylar squeezed him, kissing his forehead lovingly. "I will. Always."