Title: Kissing Terms
Rating: R
Words: 750
Setting: The Wall
Warnings: None
Summary: Peter gives in to Sylar's seduction.
Peter couldn't ignore the way Sylar jutted his ass out as he leaned over the pool table, lining up for a shot that could have been taken more easily from the other side. But no, he'd come to this side of the table just so he could bend over in front of Peter. Sylar's elbow pinned his shirt against his side and pulled it up, intentionally letting the fabric ride up and expose a line of bare skin above the waistband of his jeans. It was all so deliberate. Peter breathed out heavily as something clicked inside of him. He'd been resisting this for so long, but Sylar was being so overt. The man was obviously going to continue for as long as it took, making Peter torture himself through denial. There wasn't much Peter could do about it. He had no interest in beating Sylar senseless, or in ignoring him altogether. While Peter had been telling himself he could hold out forever, he abruptly didn't want to.
It was time to stop being the one making himself miserable.
He walked forward and put his hand on Sylar's rump, above the seam of his rear. He smoothed it up between the pockets until his thumb was over the skin of Sylar's lower back, while the rest of his hand stayed on the denim. Sylar had frozen in place. Peter's thumb rubbed back and forth briefly. Sylar exhaled. Before he drew in his next breath, Peter bent. His other hand brushed the ends of Sylar's hair off his neck. Peter leaned in and kissed the exposed skin, both bold and dominant. He kissed and then bit, not putting too much pressure to it but Sylar groaned nonetheless. Peter's hand cupped his neck, keeping him close so Peter could continue to gently maul him.
With a shudder, Sylar let go of the pool stick, turned, and straightened. As he did, Peter's right hand rode up to fully lay on the skin of his lower back. His left rotated around Sylar's neck and directed the tilt of the man's head. Peter's lips landed squarely on Sylar's, competing with the slight gasp Sylar made. Peter growled. The hand on the small of Sylar's back dropped a few inches, with pinkie and ring finger slipping under the waistband of jeans and underwear. Peter pressed against Sylar, sandwiching the man between Peter's hips and the unyielding structure of the pool table.
Sylar almost immediately settled himself, spreading his legs to reduce his height, putting their groins into alignment. His hands were creeping up Peter's back, but the moment Peter ground into him, they dropped to Peter's ass, clenching and kneading. Peter growled again, kissing more passionately. His tongue delved deeper. Sylar curled his fingers into the muscle of Peter's rear. Peter ground into him again. Neither of them were fully erect.
His hand went down the back of Sylar's jeans the few inches he could before the pressure of the pool table ended his explorations. His other hand curled and scratched lightly down the back of Sylar's neck, getting a surprised and appreciative noise. Peter paused in the kissing, panting softly as he looked at Sylar, who watched him back from inches away, warily almost. As hot as it might have been to climb into each other's pants in an instant after all this time, it wasn't going to happen that way and they both knew it. Or at least Peter did. He suspected Sylar would go along with whatever he started.
With that in mind, Peter leaned in and gently kissed the man's cheek, then the thinner skin on the side of his nose. Sylar's hands rose to Peter's waist and rested there. Peter nuzzled him and Sylar turned his head to kiss Peter's cheek similarly, like a dancer who needed to see a few steps to know how to follow. They made out quietly for long minutes. Peter touched Sylar's neck and the small of his back. Sylar rubbed up and down Peter's back. The man seemed quite taken by exploring Peter's hips and how their bodies pressed together. It was a flicker of genuine, but guarded, curiosity.
"So," Peter finally asked, still pressed against the other man, "now that we're on kissing terms, are you going to be any easier to be around?"
"No."
Peter snorted and chuckled. "Points for honesty."
"I'm always honest. Nearly. Speaking of which, I want more than kissing."
Peter sighed and pushed away slowly. "Not today. But soon. I'm done torturing myself. And you. But we'll get there."