Title: The Temptation of Lyle Bennet
Rating: R (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 2,529
Characters: Lyle/Claire/HRG
Summary: Lyle has fantasies... Well really every teenage boy does. Lyle's POV.
I threw the controller to the floor. I was so damn bored with video games at the moment. I hadn't gotten any new ones since my birthday and it wasn't lack of choices. Basically I had the money to get new ones, but all the ones I wanted were two player or co-op and Claire hadn't felt interested enough to play with me in a while. I sighed listening to the house creak so late at night. Mom and Mr. Muggles had long since gone to bed and here I was still up trying not to succumb to my dreams. I had school tomorrow and it was way past midnight, but I would do anything to keep from dreaming. My dreams were killing me.
Feeling thirsty I got up and switched the TV off. I could probably catch a late night movie on Sci-Fi. They were crappy most of the time, but entertaining enough. I headed downstairs not even caring that I was only in my boxers, who was up to notice? I gained the kitchen first and poured myself a very pulpy glass of OJ, downing half the glass and then refilling it before putting the jug back into the fridge. I stood leaning up against the fridge sipping my orange juice and wondering when Claire would be home. It's been a week since she was last here and though I knew it was stupid (why else would I be avoiding my dreams?) I entertained the idea of her opening the door and seeing me here in my boxers.
Over the last year I'd started working out in the locker room at gym, mainly because Becky Robinson told everyone I had sticks for arms, but I liked to think it was because I was playing soccer and needed the bulk. The real truth was for nights just like tonight... Or rather for fantasies of nights just like tonight. I imagined Claire walking through the door, her hair perfect and her eyes bright as she drops her keys and purse on the table. She'd shrug off the jacket or sweater she had on and then she'd look up. There I'd be standing, or rather leaning casually against the fridge drinking my OJ. Only in my boxers. Her innocent eyes would widen with her sudden uncontrollable lust for her adopted brother and his muscles and tousled hair, which were too much for her to avoid any longer.
In reality I smiled and then shook my head. Those types of fantasies were the reason I wasn't actually sleeping at night and why I was exhausted and... Soiled the next morning. I un-propped myself from the fridge and headed for the living room. The Sci-Fi movie was sounding very entertaining now, since I inevitably replace the female lead with Claire.
The flickering lights on the back wall caught my attention and I paused to listen for the sound of the TV. There weren't any sounds that I could pick up. I inched closer to the kitchen doorway and peaked around the corner. The TV was on and looking at the table beside the door, I realized Claire was home. The elation I felt surged through me. She was home and I was walking the house in my underwear, I couldn't think of a better, more real fantasy than that.
So she's too tired to sleep then... I thought as I smugly walked around the corner and headed for the couch. I was about to surprise her and she'd be all happ-- Wait... I thought. I've had these feelings for months now... But in no way as she ever acted like she was even entertaining the idea of me in a similar situation... My thoughts were not making me happy. What if she shrieks and wakes up the whole house... That would be mortifying... I better approach with caution... I still want to see her even if she doesn't 'want' me that way... Making up my mind, I decided to make a little noise as I walked up to the couch, but a noise from the couch distracted me first.
It was a moan. Then I noticed that I couldn't see the back of Claire's head at the top of the couch, which I hadn't thought too much about since she liked to recline when watching a movie. I froze and listened for more sounds. There was another moan and then a grunt. My eyebrows wrinkled in confusion until I looked back at the table by the door. Dad's wallet and keys were there too. How had I missed them? Duh, you were too happy that Claire was home... I thought. Then for some reason I got a very graphic image in my mind and I shivered with revulsion. Now I was too curious to just leave things be.
I quietly set my glass of OJ on the coffee table by the stairs and then proceeded to tip-toe to the back of the couch. The sight before me was not at bad as the graphic picture in my head, for one both still had clothing on, but the thought of my dad pawing Claire was just too much. Luckily I didn't gasp or shout and I was able to back up without the two noticing. I guess the worse picture of them naked and fucking in my head had prepared me... But even so I was not too happy that my dad was enjoying something I'd wanted a long, long time.
Cursing myself for not acting sooner on my feelings for Claire I grabbed my glass of OJ and just to spite them, I stomped up the stairs. I smiled when a shocked gasp issued from Claire. I didn't hear anything else, no doubt because Dad told her to be quiet. I stomped all the way to my room and then slammed the door. Not loud enough to wake mom, but loud enough that they'd either hear it or feel the reverberations.
"Damn it!" I said softly. I flipped my TV back on and turned the volume up loud enough to mask any sounds the might or might not come from the living room, which happened to be right under my bedroom. Tuning the TV to a music station I settled down, after downing the rest of the OJ, to a night of pleasure and torture.
***
"Lyle." My name purred from her lips as I mouthed her nipple, bucking into her faster and faster. "Lyle." I looked up. Claire's face was still transfixed with desire and pleasure, but the way she'd said my name sounded more like impatience.
"You like that don't you." I said to her as my rhythm increased. Her eyes widened as she nodded.
"Lyle!" Confused now because her mouth hadn't moved I pulled away from her and... Sat up in my bed, alone. I looked around confused. Claire was standing over me with her hand over her smiling mouth. My face burned red before I even looked to see what she saw. I could feel the erection. Thank god I hadn't climaxed yet... I thought as I pulled a heavier blanket over myself.
"What do you want Claire!" I said a bit too loudly for the hour, I had noticed upon waking that it was not morning nor anywhere near the time I would usually get up for school.
"Shh." She said with her perfectly manicured fingernail across her tantalizing lips. I groaned as a throb took hold of my cock. This was not helping. "What were you dreaming about?" She asked with that smirk back and this time she wasn't hiding it.
"None..." I was angry that she'd crashed my dream and left me wanting, but at the same time I wondered why she was curious about a dream that obviously I was enjoying. "Why do you ask?" I asked trying to be coy and not pop my cork while watching her. She shrugged which seemed like such an innocent thing to do if it wasn't for her expression. She was mirroring the emotions that had been on my dream Claire's face. I closed my eyes fast, but it remained. I groaned softly as another throb pulsated.
"Oh, I don't know... I guess you could say I've been experimenting lately... Sexually..." My eyes flew open. I was nothing short of shocked to hell. First that Claire was interested in a 'sex dream' I'd been having and second because she'd just said what she had. Claire and I had NEVER talked about such things. Hell we hardly ever talked at all. Then the events of earlier tonight flashed through my mind, the very graphic picture, not the one I'd actually seen and my shock faded... a little.
"I bet." I said without realizing.
"What?" Claire asked as she oh so casually sat down on the bed facing me. It was another shocker moment and I had to catch myself from recoiling, not from disgust, but just from surprise. I masked my movement with actually sitting up, using my pillow as a prop.
"N... No... Nothing..." I said. Fuck, why did I have to turn into a stuttering virgin now... I thought trying to remain calm and cool. Claire smiled as she toyed with a strand of her perfect hair. She'd stopped wearing it so curly and I think I liked the look better.
"So, should I ask, who were you dreaming about... Since, well we both know what the physical activity was." She said coyly as she took a pointed glance at my groin, which seemed to be timed with another of those throbs. Those hey-pay-attention-to-me throbs were starting to get on my nerves a little. I kind of wished Claire would either leave so I could finish myself off, or... Help me finish. The entertained the last thought a little too long and another throb pulsed.
"Damn it." I said as I tried not to touch myself. "What do you want from me Claire?" I asked trying to hurry this... well whatever she intended 'this' to be. It was probably another teasing game though. I was used to those. Claire batted her eyelashes, smiled and shrugged.
"Oh, I don't know... Maybe just why..." She looked at me again and her eyes hardened. I knew then that all this was an act and it didn't really help at all. Nothing was more sexually arousing to me than Claire, but even more so was when Claire was angry or kicking someone's ass. I'd been knocked out by electricity, but it hadn't kept me from getting a hard-on when Claire had went head to head with Elle. "... the fuck did you say my name with a hard-on?!" She said in a not so very nice way.
"Well you wouldn't have known if you hadn't been in my room... Why were you in my room?" I fired back at her. She didn't seem phased that I wasn't embarrassed or trying to cover anything up.
"I have my reasons... Was I the person featured in your sex dream, Lyle?!" I couldn't help it, I groaned and not quietly. The throbs in my prick were timing themselves to her voice and with her anger she tended to talk faster. Just then a quiet knock sounded on my door and I groaned again sitting up further. This put me fairly close to Claire, but she didn't recoil as I thought she would. Instead her attention was turned toward the door as it opened. Dad walked in and closed the door. My eyes bugged.
"You two need to be quieter. I don't want your mother awake yet, but you've already woken up Mr. Muggles..." Claire looked as if she was going to say something and I was too busy being weird-ed out that my dad was in my room at that moment to acknowledge his words. "But I gave him a tranquilizer so he won't wake up your mother."
"Oh, good... Remember last time?" Claire said as she let out a sigh. I was too confused to process what was going on now. Why was my dad STILL in my room?! Dad rolled his eyes, which was weird anyway, but looked very comical behind his glasses.
"I know... Those stupid lies didn't fly and in the end I had to call in the Haitian to wipe her..." Dad trailed off and I was still sitting there with a 'WTF' look on my face.
"Oh relax Lyle." Claire said which focused my attention away from Dad and back to her. I was very close to her now and it didn't help my already established problem, which was ten times worse now that my dad refused to leave my room. I also noted what Claire was wearing, or rather what she wasn't wearing. She was not wearing a bra underneath that flimsy white top. "Noah and I play all the time. Usually when you are asleep."
"Then why are you invading my sleep?!" I asked trying not to think about them together. It was very weird to hear Claire say our dad's name as well, but my mind was on one thing right now and it wouldn't stop throbbing!
"Oh, well we knew it was you earlier... And well..." Claire stopped talking, or rather her lips (of which I was avidly staring at) stopped moving and she lightning fast grabbed a handful of my hair. I didn't have time to react to her harshness as she crushed her mouth to mine. I was too thrilled at that moment to find my dad watching us do this creepy.
Involuntarily I grabbed the back of her head to keep her there and my other hand found her small waist. The movements, though I'd never kissed anyone other than mom before, were as natural as if I'd been kissing every weekend since I'd turned sixteen. My prick was throbbing so angrily now that it hurt but I was enjoying the kiss too much to do anything else. Then it all shattered as I heard my dad clear his throat as if reminding us that he was still there. Claire let go of me so fast I was sure I'd still been making kiss-y faces. My face flamed red and I dropped my hands.
"You're right, Noah, that's enough." Claire said as she stood up and made for the door. I groaned as I realized that the whole thing was just a game to her and what was worse was that my dad had encouraged it. Oh, I'd like nothing more than to tie him to his bed and make Claire tease him… I thought as I realized what I was imagining and my face flamed even more. How the hell could I still be turned on at that idea... Claire threw me one last teasing glance before her and dad walked out the door.
"Fuck." I exclaimed as I realized that I would have rather he stood there and watched her finish me than have to finish by myself. "This is bullshit." I said as I flipped on my bedside lamp and settled in for a very unsatisfying time.