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Who: Bo Hawkins and Sylar
What: Tea andsex company
When: Last night (Tuesday)
Where: Sylar's apartment
Rating: Gonna go with NC-17 here.
Warnings: With Bo's mouth, definitely some cursing. Oh, and definite smut.
Status: In Progress
Something told Bo this was going to be an interesting evening, to say the least. Sylar had taken an interest in him almost the minute he'd moved in, and that didn't seem to be changing any time soon. The eighteen year old had really no clue what had brought the older man to his doorstep, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. If Sylar was interested in spending time with him, he was glad to oblige. After all, while he wasn't entirely out, at least not when it came to strangers unless they absolutely HAD to know, he wasn't pretending to be straight anymore, and Sylar was pretty easy on the eyes. And the man seemed interested in having him around; that was enough for Bo. So it was a slightly curious and more than a little anxious Bo Hawkins that appeared at Sylar's door that evening. He'd taken a few minutes to change into something better than his usual work clothes; perhaps the gray, lightweight sweater and jeans weren't exactly better, but they were a hell of a lot more comfortable than his white shirt and black slacks for Starbucks.
Bo ran a hand through his hair, absently messing the dark curls up without thinking about it before he knocked on the door and waited, chewing his lower lip. Hopefully he wasn't going to make a fool of himself.
What: Tea and
When: Last night (Tuesday)
Where: Sylar's apartment
Rating: Gonna go with NC-17 here.
Warnings: With Bo's mouth, definitely some cursing. Oh, and definite smut.
Status: In Progress
Something told Bo this was going to be an interesting evening, to say the least. Sylar had taken an interest in him almost the minute he'd moved in, and that didn't seem to be changing any time soon. The eighteen year old had really no clue what had brought the older man to his doorstep, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. If Sylar was interested in spending time with him, he was glad to oblige. After all, while he wasn't entirely out, at least not when it came to strangers unless they absolutely HAD to know, he wasn't pretending to be straight anymore, and Sylar was pretty easy on the eyes. And the man seemed interested in having him around; that was enough for Bo. So it was a slightly curious and more than a little anxious Bo Hawkins that appeared at Sylar's door that evening. He'd taken a few minutes to change into something better than his usual work clothes; perhaps the gray, lightweight sweater and jeans weren't exactly better, but they were a hell of a lot more comfortable than his white shirt and black slacks for Starbucks.
Bo ran a hand through his hair, absently messing the dark curls up without thinking about it before he knocked on the door and waited, chewing his lower lip. Hopefully he wasn't going to make a fool of himself.