What's for Dinner

[flying_monkees]

Title: What's for Dinner
Characters: Peter/Sylar/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Burning of food and rampant sex.
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Gabriel surprises Peter with dinner.
Table/Prompt:  Unthemed #1/Waiting.  Written for mission_insane.
A/N:  This was written for capn_mactastic's Advent Calander.  Hope everyone enjoys.  Beta'd by the always lovely flwrpwr_vampyre 

 

Peter walked into the apartment and wrinkled his nose.  Something smelled burnt and he could hear arguing in the kitchen.

 

I told you that you had the temperature to high.  You never listen to me; you always think you’re right.

 

It’s not my fault!  I just did what the directions said.  I can’t help it if the oven’s temperature is off and it overcooked.

 

Peter sighed.  It was never a good thing when those two argued like that.  He hung up his coat and walked into the kitchen, hearing Sylar chuckling.  Peter leaned against the wall, noticing dark smoke wafting up from a pan setting on top of the stove and Gabriel fanning an apron at it as he tried to get the smoke to go up the exhaust.  He did have to admit that Gabriel looked cute with an apron on.

 

“Let me guess, you tried to cook.”  Peter said, grinning.

 

Gabriel turned around, blushing.  “I was just trying to surprise you but it didn’t work.”  He looked anxiously at Peter, hoping the nurse wouldn’t be angry with him for wrecking the kitchen.  “I guess that supper’s ruined,” he said dejectedly as he picked up the pan and put it into the sink, running water over it.

 

Peter pushed off the wall and walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck.  “Thank you for trying at least, it was a nice thought.  How about we order some Thai and sit and watch some TV?  I’ll even let you pick out the movie.”

 

Don’t let him pick out the movie Peter.  You know that he’ll just pick some god awful foreign movie with subtitles.  At least let me pick something out that’s decent.  Sylar grumbled. 

 

I do not pick out just foreign films.  You like some of the Hitchcock movies I’ve picked out.  Gabriel pouted as Sylar snorted.

 

“How about I pick the movie out this time?  I’ll be sure to get something that everyone can agree on, okay?”  Peter said trying to keep the peace.  He did not want to sit and listen to those two bicker all night long.  “What do you want for Thai?” he asked as he dialed the phone, ordering the food as Sylar and Gabriel agreed on their order and told him what they wanted.

 

Gabriel headed back into the kitchen and started to clean up.  It was disappointing that the food had burnt but there was no way in hell he was going to admit to Sylar that he’d been right about the oven temp.  He picked up his scrub sponge, starting to work on the stove top to clean away the soot that had formed there from the pan.   His hips swayed slightly as he scrubbed and he didn’t notice Peter staring at him from the doorway. 

 

Peter watched Gabriel move as if hypnotized.  God, how could the other man look so sexy cleaning?  With a smirk Peter came up behind Gabriel and wrapped his arms around the other man.  Pressing against his back he started to kiss Gabriel’s neck, nibbling softly on his earlobe.  “Do you know how good you look like this?”  He spun Gabriel around and pinned him against the counter.  “The food will be here in about forty-five minutes.  What would you like to do until then?”  Peter nuzzled Gabriel underneath his chin, using his nose to tilt the other man’s head back so he could lick and kiss his Adam’s apple.

 

Gabriel let out a low moan as his fingers curled around the edge of the counter.  “I don’t know.  I’m sure we can find something to do.”  He arched his back so he was pressing harder against Peter.  Rolling his hips he ground against Peter, smiling as the smaller man let out a small growl.  Peter gripped Gabriel by the hips and lifted him up onto the counter, pushing his way in between the taller man’s legs and pulled him to the edge of the counter. 

 

Do we really have time for this?  Sylar snapped from the back of Gabriel’s mind.  Gabriel gave him a sour look. 

 

If you don’t want to enjoy this, then just go away.  No one’s forcing you to stick around.  I would probably enjoy this more if you weren’t bitching about it the whole time.  Gabriel snipped as Peter moved his hand up under the apron, palming his hard dick through his pants. 

 

Peter started rubbing as he bit down hard on Gabriel’s neck.  He pulled back, ignoring the soft sound of protest coming from Gabriel.  “Don’t worry Gabriel, I’m not going anywhere.”  Peter reached under the apron with his other hand and unbuttoned Gabriel’s pants, pleased at the soft sigh that came from the other man.  Gabriel squirmed on the counter trying to get closer to Peter, wrapping his legs around the smaller man’s waist to trap him.

 

Gabriel reached behind himself to untie the apron but Peter stopped him.  “No, keep it on.  It makes you look sexy and I want to see you in just that.”  Gabriel blushed lightly but nodded and let go of the strings.  Peter tugged Gabriel’s pants down, smiling as the other man lifted his ass so he could pull them and his briefs all the way off.  He tossed them off to the side as he turned to stare at Gabriel.

 

Peter had never seen Gabriel look so…alluring before.  His long legs hung down off the counter, nearly touching the ground and Peter could see red creeping up from his collar bone to his face.  The apron did nothing to hide Gabriel’s desire, his erection causing the material to tent away from his body.  He slipped his hands underneath the apron, undoing Gabriel’s shirt and sliding it slowly off his body.  Leaning forward he planted soft kisses down his neck and shoulder, sliding his hands back under the apron to run over Gabriel’s nipples.

 

God, you look like a debauched ‘50’s housewife. 

 

Will you shut the fuck up?  If you don’t want to watch, then go hide.  I’m having fun and I don’t want to sit and listen to you.

 

Peter snickered at the huff Sylar gave Gabriel but didn’t stop his hands.  His thumbs rubbed over sensitive nipples and Gabriel let out a guttural moan, his body arching into the touches.  Peter continued to mouth along Gabriel’s neck, giving little bites here and there.  Gabriel tightened his legs around Peter’s waist and pulled him closer.  Leaning down, he nuzzled into Peter’s neck his hands clenching the front of Peter’s shirt.

 

“That feels good,” Gabriel hummed against Peter’s skin, causing a shiver to run up the smaller man’s back.  With a grin he pulled Peter’s t-shirt off over his head and looked at the nurse’s body with hooded eyes.  He ran his hands up Peter’s body and listened to the soft sighs coming from Peter.  A wicked look crossed his face and he trailed a hand down to Peter’s stomach, playing with the fine hairs just below his navel.  Peter inhaled sharply, staring at Gabriel.

 

“You want to play that game, huh?”  Peter reached under the apron and ran a fingernail up underneath Gabriel’s cock, feeling it twitch.  Gabriel made a sound halfway between a moan and a grunt causing Peter to smile.  How could anyone resist Gabriel when he looked and sounded like this?  “Do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now?” he whispered into Gabriel’s ear, running his thumb over the head of the other’s cock and spread the bead of pre-cum around the tip.

 

“Stop teasing Peter.  You know I want this.”  Gabriel whined as his hips bucked up to try and get friction from Peter’s hand.  He quickly unbuttoned Peter’s pants and pushed them and his boxers down.  “Want.  Now.”  Gabriel growled as he wrapped his hand around Peter’s cock, stroking him.  If Peter wouldn’t fuck him he’d make Peter want to.

 

You’d better do what he says, Peter, before he implodes.  Sylar smirked at Peter.  You know how dear Gabe can get when he doesn’t get his way. 

 

No one’s asking for your opinion.  If you’re going to sit there and snark at least make yourself useful.  And don’t call me Gabe!

 

Peter watched as Gabriel’s head fell back and a small croon escaped him.  He could only guess that Sylar had decided to shut Gabriel up the way he knew best.  Sure enough, as he watched he could see an invisible hand move through the other’s hair, caressing it.  He gave a slight gasp as he felt another set of fingers wrap around his cock, stroking it along with Gabriel’s.  “Sylar…” he ground out, hearing the killer laughing in Gabriel’s head.  “Okay, you asked for it.”  He stretched as far as he could and picked up the bottle of olive oil sitting on the counter.  He liberally poured it over his fingers and pushed two into Gabriel with no warning.

 

Gabriel’s whole body shuddered at the intrusion and little mews escaped him.  It was ecstasy but he wanted more.  Wiggling, he pushed down on Peter’s fingers trying to get deeper.  “Please Peter, need more.”  He gasped out as Sylar wrapped an invisible hand around his neck and gave it a firm squeeze. 

 

Peter added a third finger, giving them a twist and scissoring them.  He knew Gabriel couldn’t hold on long and neither could he.  This was hotter then anything they’d done in a long time and he’d be damned if he wasted this opportunity.  He flipped up the bottom edge of the apron and smiled at the sight as he pulled his fingers out of Gabriel, ignoring his cry of protest.  Pouring more oil over his hand, he quickly coated his cock and slid it down to Gabriel’s entrance.

 

Sylar ran his hand along Gabriel’s cock and squeezed it as Peter slowly pushed into the other man.  Gabriel whined, trying to buck into Sylar’s invisible grip and still push back against Peter.  Don’t tease me, give me what I want.  He writhed on the countertop, trying to get Peter deeper into him.  Peter chuckled and pulled back, listening to Gabriel moan.

 

“What do you want Gabriel?  Is this what you want?”  Peter teased as he slammed into Gabriel

 

Gabriel gave a sharp cry and grabbed Peter’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the nurse’s skin and leaving crescent marks that disappeared as soon as they formed.  This was what he wanted, for Peter to pound into him and fill him up.  Peter hissed as Gabriel’s fingernails dug into his skin and he braced with his feet to get deeper into the taller man.  He gave his hips a twist as he slammed into Gabriel again and bit down on to the other’s neck, leaving teeth marks.  Peter ran his tongue over the spot, knowing how much Gabriel loved being marked like this.  Kissing Gabriel’s neck, Peter bit down hard as he slammed balls deep into the watchmaker.

 

Sylar ran a telekinetic hand down Peter’s ass and slipped down the cleft to tease his entrance while keeping his grip on Gabriel’s cock.  He chuckled as Peter gave a jerk forward causing Gabriel to cry out.  Sylar slipped past the tight ring of Peter’s entrance and brushed across his prostate.  Peter gasped out and slammed into Gabriel again and again.

 

Keening, Gabriel tightened his grip around Peter’s legs and his toes curled.  He could never get enough of this and having both men touching him at the same time was too much.  Arching his back sharply he came, cum splattering on his stomach and against Peter’s chest.  Peter dug his toes into the floor to drive into Gabriel, watching the aftershocks roll through the taller man.  His body began to shake as Gabriel’s muscles tightened around his cock, giving them a wonderful squeeze. 

 

Telekinetic fingers brushed across his prostate again and Peter let out a loud groan.  Sylar cupped Peter’s balls and caressed them as he continued to milk Gabriel’s cock until the watchmaker collapsed against the cupboard doors, panting heavily.  Spots danced in front of Peter’s vision as he leaned forward and kissed Gabriel roughly.  Gabriel squeezed Peter’s cock again as Sylar brushed his prostate and Peter came with a hoarse cry.  He wrapped his arms around Gabriel desperate to hold onto something, to have something to anchor himself with. 

 

MMmmm, I think that was worth burning dinner for.  Gabriel said sleepily as Peter rested his forehead on his chest, still quaking with aftershocks. 

 

“I’d still rather you not burn food to get sex, but it is a fun way to pass the time until our food arrives,” Peter chuckled, reaching for the kitchen towel and slowly cleaning Gabriel off.  He pulled the apron back over Gabriel’s sated cock and gave the taller man a gentle kiss.  

 

Speaking of which, I think our delivery guy’s here.  Sylar said as a knocking echoed through the apartment.  I think you’d best get it Peter, I don’t think Gabriel’s up to the task.  Peter could hear the smirk in the killer’s voice as he stepped back from Gabriel and pulled his pants up, buttoning and zipping them closed.

 

“At least he didn’t hear any of that, not like the poor pizza guy.  I’d hate not to be able to order from this place again.”

 

It’s not my fault he heard us, you’re the one that decided to jump me while we waited.   Maybe next time he won’t open the door when no-one tells him to come in.

 

Peter shook his head as he headed towards the door.  One of these times they were going to get busted by the wrong person.  But it was well worth the danger if it meant he got to keep both men in his life.