seekevolution | The Storm

"Oh, god-"

Matt hissed it and let out a shuddering breath, realizing that he'd been holding it in to keep from gasping as Mohinder grasped him. That didn't help much when moments after he felt the first touch and warmth and wetness of his mouth and he dropped his head again with a low moan, forehead against the cool glass, his own mouth open as his breathing grew shallow.

He closed his eyes. Focused on the sensation and the effort to keep relatively still. It was true that he hadn't been given a blowjob for ... a while now, but it was more than that. It was the fact it was Mohinder balancing on the balls of his feet for him and seeming like he was really happy to do it. It was in all honesty difficult for Matt to make any kind of sense of, but at the moment he didn't care.

"Jesus Christ, Mohinder", he muttered weakly, keeping his eyes closed because he knew that if he looked, he'd be absolutely done for.

And that would be all right. A little warning would be nice but even if Matt couldn't manage that, Mohinder would be gracious just the same. He set a slow rhythm before 'elevator car' popped into his head. Taking his time would have to wait for when they had a quiet moment to themselves, when his dark skinned hand pushing up from Matt's navel could be looked at as a thing of beauty rather than a stabilizing movement. There would be plenty of times in the future for them to enjoy this.

Especially because Mohinder rather liked it. It had more to do with enjoyment of his partner than even the power guarded teeth and saliva could have on a man in particularly sensitive areas of his body. Matt's whimpered, guttural, sharp and simultaneously soft noises were the end all and be all of this particular act.

If only the sounds didn't have to end eventually!

Mohinder rocked back until his arse and shoulders hit the mirror. His eyes flickered up at Matt's bowed head before one hand slipped from the base of the shaft the flesh beneath. He squeezed somewhat more roughly than Matt might have been expecting and coaxed his orgasm with soft moaning vibrations in his throat.

Gag reflex?

What's that?

Matt almost choked on his breath and when he came it was with a sharp inhalation that ended in something that sounded a little bit like a sob but absolutely wasn't. He was practically seeing stars.

There was a moment's pause where his heart was slowing down. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at Mohinder and even though he no longer had him in his mouth it was possibly the hottest thing Matt had ever seen just by the knowledge of what had just happened.

"Oh, shit- come here", he said thickly and coaxed Mohinder up to his feet only to press him against the glass again the moment he was standing, to hold his face in his hands and kiss him as deeply and thoroughly as he could. Thanks, maybe. Appreciation. A desire to do something for him as well, although less immediate since he honestly still felt kind of breathless.

He kissed him, and he kissed him again, and then he kissed his jaw and went down to kiss and graze his throat, hands dropping to his sides.

Though Mohinder typically kept tissues in his pockets for hygenic reasons and because he had an eleven year old daughter who sometimes got a little messy, the wadded up paper in his back pocket was now a DNA sample to be discretely flushed down the toilet a little later. It wasn't exactly the safest way to have sex, but Mohinder didn't mind a little risk here or there.

The kiss, however, was unexpected. From what he'd gathered over his relatively few encounters with men, they weren't too found of the idea of kissing someone with the taste of themselves in their mouth. Matt seemed to be quite the opposite, however, and Mohinder was immediately drawn to the way Matt seemed to want him even more.

He whimpered against strong lips and, after those lips peeled down his skin, tilted back his head to accept whatever it was Matt was aiming to do.

Unfortunately, that's when the elevator lurched and Mohinder's eyes snapped open. His hands immediately went to Matt's crotch to tuck the older man away, his eyes sparkling and ruby red lips cracked in a smile. "You're welcome," he murmured, getting Matt's belt done two seconds before the doors opened and two older men sauntered into the lift. Mohinder greeted them as if nothing had happened, though his shoulders were shaking.

Nearly getting caught had agreed with him!

Matt wound up almost hiding behind Mohinder, keeping his hands by his face like he wanted to hide and occasionally did from the way he looked away and rubbed a hand over his face. He hadn't been thinking about the fact that this had taken place in a public space at all, and now he was torn between bothered and kind of ... what? Enticed, maybe? Something like that. He couldn't really identify it. God knows he felt jittery and one hell of a rush of adrenaline from almost getting caught, though.

He kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself. It actually took him a moment to remember that he was a telepath. Whatever spell Mohinder had just put on him was evidently a pretty good one.

I can't believe you actually did that he projected and even his mental voice was shaky. But now when a little time had passed it'd sound more like disbelief mixed with a bit of laughter. I won't be able to look at an elevator the same way in my entire life.

He swallowed when one of the other men got off and when it was their turn to step out of the elevator Matt actally sighed with relief when he made to follow Mohinder.

Glancing over his shoulder, Mohinder arched one eyebrow under his flop of curls. "Is that another challenge?" he asked, a spring to his step. He didn't need to get off himself, Matt's orgasm had been perfect. Reducing a telepath to a thoughtless state had to be some sort of Olympic sport. Mohinder was feeling almost smug...in an affectionate sort of way. How to change common, every day items, one little lick at a time? Oh, like it had been one little lick! Mohinder was all too modest.

The doors to the cafeteria opened for them and a few very early morning stragglers or late night cowboys were at the various tables scattered around. Mohinder went right to the soft serve, but there was breakfast being served, something a little better than cereal should Matt want it. Molly preffered to eat back in their room and Mohinder stocked up what really wasn't a kitchenette in their room, just a table and a hot plate, for the girl to have a more normal existence.

Ice cream, however, required the cafeteria. Mohinder would likely get some coffee, but he'd not gotten much sleep and he wanted to be able to curl up with Matt should Molly give them a little time to.

She did take to colouring. And sometimes napped if she didn't feel like watching the DVDs Mohinder brought her to watch on her laptop. It was a bit boring for a kid here. Unfortunately. Mohinder wondered where that little girl at the beach that day was at. If she survived. If they were still in New York.

He paused at the machine and blinked at the empty bowl in his hand.

Know what? Ice cream sounds good right about now for a second course, he joked, a bit dirty, perhaps. He'd let Matt deal with that.

Matt had yet another moment of pause at that and then he cleared his throat, again not quite looking at Mohinder. "You're going to be impossible to live with now, aren't you", he muttered in an exasperated way as he went straight for the coffee. Might not be the best idea given his nerves at the moment, but on the other hand, maybe it was.

Maybe initially surprising, Matt mostly picked up quite a bit of fruit to eat. Fresh food was something he hadn't had for weeks and as much as he was fine with cereal he was really craving perishables moreso than any other kind of food at the moment. He probably lacked a fair few vitamins. So once seated he sliced an apple into several pieces and ate them one by one, after that going for an orange.

While, you know, watching Mohinder eat ice cream. He had an urge to kick him under the table just from the way he did. By purpose or not, it was far too erotic, and Matt couldn't quite decide if his mind was just permanently in the gutter right now or if Mohinder was teasing him.

Or both, really.

"So, uh-" He ducked his head but managed to ask fairly smoothly. "Are you needed anywhere today, or ...?"

Honestly, Mohinder hadn't planned this. It wasn't his fault at all that he just so happened to be licking vanilla ice cream off of a spoon in a way that would make anyone stop and stare. Matt's address to him had dark eyes flicking upward through darker lashes and...that probably didn't help matters. Mohinder stuck the spoon in his mouth and grinned.

Not impossible. Not yet. You've barely seen what it is I'm capable of. He pulled the spoon from his mouth and stuck it in the dish of ice cream without trying to be coy or flirty. He just couldn't exactly help it.

Palming his cheek, Mohinder gave his tasks some thought. "I assume they'll give me a bit of time off. I've been working nearly 'round the clock. There's not much to do here for leisure, however save for sleep. Most people are all right with that. It comes in drabbles."

Well, it was clear that something was irrevocably changed between them. Not in a bad way, but comments like those were obviously going to be fair game from then on. Not that Matt had any good comeback at the moment. He kind of wet his lips and focused on peeling the orange.

Not much to do for leisure ... right. He leaned into a hand, subconsciously mirroring Mohinder's pose, and popped one of the orange slices into his mouth, listening and looking at the way Mohinder handled the spoon as he spoke with faint amusement.

Then he frowned slightly at the confirmation of lack of things to do and said simply, "Molly seems lonely."

It had worried him a bit since their talk where it had been apparent even without her strictly saying it that she missed her friends, both the ones from school and the one or two children she'd met at the CDC.

Back in parental mode for the time being, apparently.

"It just ... it makes me really sad, all the things she's been through." He added with a wry smile, "It's like the universe decided at some point that hey, remember these guys? Let's make sure they never catch a break. Ever."

He thought of Peter too, saying that.

Back to reality. Back to real conversation. Mohinder's eyes softened, the mischief left. There was time enough for all of that. Molly was one of those topics that required his full attention. It always had, since that day in the lab when she gave him a little orange ringed star. He still carried it, right now to a photo of the three of them at the zoo, Molly holding a giant rhinoceros balloon and Matt looking like he was trying to do battle with it.

It'd followed him to Egypt and India and Odessa and back again, clear across the globe. His little star. Standing up, Mohinder aimed to fetch more ice cream. They shouldn't leave her alone any further.

"I'm afraid we're a bit too old to be her playmates and she's already separated us into parents and protectors. We won't be here forever, Matt. But yes. She needs kids her own age. Two months ago, she'd actually been behaving like a child. She'll be twelve all too soon and... Yes. We could always leave here. Not to brag, but what they've paid me will set us up for life. We could move to England, to anywhere. Perhaps to California after all. She could be enrolled in school again."

"I thought they kidnapped you. I didn't know you'd get paid", Matt answered, deadpan. Logically, he knew they (probably) couldn't have demanded Mohinder to work for them just because, but he hadn't really considered payment to be a thing. Having a safe place to stay and resources in the building had seemed like a fair trade already.

It struck him that Mohinder would likely be kind of famous after the whole thing, too. The one with the cure. ... to say nothing of Matt himself and Peter, if their New York tape was widely recognised. Which he'd sort of gotten the impression of.

Oh well. Matt could make himself insignificant if he wanted. He was much more concerned for the other two.

He drank his coffee and picked up the last of his orange (a strange taste combination but not altogether unpleasant) and followed Mohinder, thinking.

"She needs to be enrolled in school again. For her own sake." In more ways than one. Learning was great and all, but that's also where you made friends. "But I don't think California's a good idea. We should be different from her parents."

Not to mention that while Matt really did love California, the state held a lot of history for him as well that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to go back to. At least not yet.

"I can gaurentee that we're very little like her birth parents," Mohinder said, smiling despite the content of his feelings. "San Francisco is rather different and further away from Los Angeles at least. But picking up and moving again-- What if we take Peter up on his offer? Maine?"

It sounded somewhat remote. Mohinder knew little about it other than there was a lot of snow in the winter but it was warm enough to swim in the summer. It was summer now.

"His nephew must be about her age--" Mohinder had already latched onto the idea of going there anyhow. They really didn't need him for clinical trials or decimation. "I'll speak with Arthur today. But first... Ice cream and we'll try very hard to sell moving to a mansion with children her age and a pool. If we beg, she might agree."

Matt had a moment of thinking, I know. I saw them, but he didn't think it so that Mohinder would hear. He'd meant more to the capacity that if by putting all three of them in a situation and environment that Molly already knew from earlier in her life ... well, they'd set themselves up as substitutes even more than they admittedly were. And they needed to keep her going, not remind her of everything that was, even if she would never be denied to explore her past if she wished.

"Simon? Yeah", he confirmed, having gathered enough from Peter to know. He scratched at the back of his neck as they moved out of the cafeteria space after having cleaned and thrown their things away. The room was still only sparsely occupied. "Let's give him a day or two before we actually consider that, though. It's his family. He's missed them as much as I missed you two."

Missed was, in all honesty, putting it mildly. But he said it with the easy bluntness that followed honesty.

Frozen. Head sawed off. Stuck to the wall with cuttlery-- Mohinder paused and though his hands were full, he gave Matt a sort of mental hug. "I'm sorry." He meant to be coy about it. Two dads, one a cop and the other a professor-- He didn't mean to make those sorts of parallels but more often than not, Mohinder Suresh didn't seem to be able to use his brain properly to think. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

"But you're right. And it would likely be polite to actually call Peter first and be sure we'd still be welcomed. Even if only for a little while." Mohinder could certainly foot the bill because-- Matt, the CDC does not kidnap people.

He might have a good chuckle about that later.

Instead, he led the way down to the elevator once more to return to their daughter and the book she was reading, still curled up in Mohinder's bed. Of course, once she saw the monumental amount of ice cream he'd brought her, that was all she wanted. Fine by him. He wanted to brush his teeth before he kissed her forehead any way. And Molly and Matt needed more time to catch up.

"I think we should stay for a few days anyway. I mean, you're important around here. If anything goes wrong they'll drag you back."

It was a conclusion on Matt's part. Mohinder had a team, evidently of several people, and that alone said something. Not to mention that Mohinder was incredibly important by virtue of being the cure itself.

And, as predicted, Matt couldn't get into the elevator with an entirely straight face. But there were no advances on either side and the serious topic was still in the air.

Once back at the sort-of-apartment he sat down with Molly, asking her if she wasn't tired, and she kind of shrugged. It figured that her sleeping schedule would be messed up along with Matt's and Mohinder's own. But at the same time since he'd gotten a sort of non-answer, he pressed gently, "No nightmares?"

It stalled her for a moment and she gave him a cautious look as she dug around in her ice cream. "Not really. Only normal ones."

He sighed and gave her a one-armed hug. What could you do, really?

He didn't say anything about the Petrellis yet, not sure if it'd be good timing, and instead had her talk about Pinehearst a bit. She thought it was a boring place. Matt said that that's because adults are boring, especially when they had to work, and Molly seemed to take this into consideration before he bestowed her partial agreement upon him.

"Adults don't have to be boring just because they work", he told him wisely. "They probably are just cause they're bored with it themselves."

Matt laughed and shot Mohinder a bright look as he re-entered the room.

"Why is it I get this feeling that you both were just talking about me?" Mohinder asked, making Molly giggle for the first time in a long time.

"You're not boring all the time, Mohinder, just when you make me do math," she responded.

"And I make you do maths because that's what a girl your age ought to be doing after lunch." He joined the pair, trying to look glum about the whole of it. "I use to love maths."

"But I don't want to be a scientist!" Molly shot back and Mohinder glanced up at Matt. She caught him and wrinkled her nose. "Or a detective. I could cheat too easy."

Ouch. Dig.

"Maybe I could like...rescue people that get lost? Or... I don't know, be an archaeologist?" Two very different things. Mohinder had to laugh.

"An archeologist needs to learn maths."

"Aww, really?"

"He's lying", Matt stage-whispered to her, then cowered beneath the look Mohinder gave him. Molly laughed around the spoon in her mouth.

After a moment, Matt suggested, "Hey, what about art? You're always drawing."

She scraped the spoon around the bottom of the bowl, only a little ice cream left now, and was thinking about it. "I dunno. I don't think I want to be famous."

An interesting logical leap, completely unique to children. Matt wasn't entirely sure how she'd arrived to that one and he looked again to Mohinder, giving a small shrug.

She lit up suddenly. "I could work at a pet store!"

"You could be a veterinarian," Mohinder said in an attempt to one up the girl. "Though that requires maths too," he grinned.

"Not everything requires math!" Molly said in exasperation and Mohinder burst out laughing and stretched out his legs.

"So artist it is then?" Getting hit with an elephant ear ended up being the second highlight of the morning. Third, after Molly's head dropped to Matt's lap and the girl fell asleep curled up between them, bowl filled with melted ice cream soup set side to wash up.

Mohinder laced his fingers with Matt's as they sat together, not really thinking about much of anything, though their movements were being recorded for later.

Arthur Petrelli ran a tight ship and every little duck had to keep itself in a row.

Poor thing, really. It was morning but they'd been out all night and what sleep she'd gotten after they got back had been interrupted by Peter's appearance, so it stood to reason that she'd be tired now. Matt was too, but he didn't feel like sleeping quite yet.

After several moments of just sitting together, he stood and pulled Mohinder with him out of the room to tug him towards himself and kiss him. Gentle, now. Slow and sweet. They had a girl asleep the next room over after all, and honestly, it had been too long since they'd just ... touched each other in this way.

Besides, Matt was a romantic at heart.

When he drew back, he dropped his eyes to the cut that was still visible on Mohinder's throat and very carefully brushed his thumb over the skin there.

"God, I missed you."

It deserved to be said again in the relative peace that had found itself in the room now.

It'd been awhile since Matt touched him like this, stroked his hair, gazed at him without that hardness in his eyes from the horrors of New York, or smiled quite like that. Mohinder always liked the puppy look on Matt, the way that smile use to make his heart race. It still did even now and Mohinder leaned in towards him.

The cut on his throat would scar, likely, the way the blade had drew across his skin, the way it was healing. It had bled for a long time and he'd yet to clean it properly. Probably too late now. He'd just taken some antibiotics and been done with it. Vanity suited Mohinder with his hair but little else and Matt's careful administrations made up for any other small moments of disbelief that he could be even remotely attractive to the object of his affection.

Mohinder had something to say too.

Something that eight months might actually have been just a little short to say but people say it all the time and after so much less.

"I love you," he whispered, emotion all in his eyes. Matt didn't need to say anything else, but the Indian needed him to know how he felt before anything else could possibly happen to them.

He was pretty sure the world stopped for a moment.

Matt didn't love easily, exactly. Molly had stolen his heart, but other than that he'd simply experienced too many things to not edge on the side of caution in almost everything he did. That included love. Couple that with a somewhat low self-esteem on Matt's end, and what Mohinder just told him was completely baffling, nearly impossible to grasp.

"You- what?"

If there was romance to be found in that disbelief, then it was absolutely a romantic response, but it probably came across as kind of discouraging more than anything else until Matt dropped his gaze and actually laughed softly. But it wasn't scorn. Really, it was kind of giddy.

No, he wasn't sure he could believe it. And he realized now that for some reason he'd worked to keep the word love out of his own head in relation to Mohinder. But another thing about Matt was that he loved loyally, and the amount of affection and trust he had for Mohinder - and had had, for a while now - it only really added up to one thing.

He hugged the other man around the neck, shook his head into his shoulder.

"Wow. You're crazy, you know that? I love you too."

Matt's initial reaction had almost caused Mohinder to cringe and pull away, eyes widening at the sudden change in the merit of their conversation. Too soon? Oh, he felt sick to his stomach now, like he'd ruined something just by being honest. It wouldn't have been the first time, nor the last, that his heart got in the way too quickly.

Why was love such a problem for people? Molly gladly accepted it. The rest of the civilised world seemed so very afraid to open their hearts.

He hand nearly slipped from Matt's in an embarrassed sigh before he was pulled in again, almost too roughly. He'd been tense, however. Tense and nervous all at the same time, his neck hadn't really been prepared for that.

Matt, affectionate again, like a great cat. Like a lion. Mohinder's arms moved to his sides, around his waist. The unease and near-despair was given away to a laugh and he grinned against the curve of Matt's ear.

"Crazy-- Yes. I've been told that. Many times. Most often by you." And thank every god humanity had for that.

"Yeah, well. It's true."

He clearly was, to put up with Matt the way he did, to actually like- no, scratch that, to love him? He was clearly out of his mind. But as much as Matt thought so, he wasn't about to question it. He gladly accepted that love and latched onto it the way he often did. It became another place to land.

He smiled into Mohinder's neck for a moment and then drew back to kiss him again, but there was more to it this time. Nowhere near as hurried as just an hour or two prior, but with that decisiveness again that Matt displayed when he wanted to settle something.

They loved each other. How weird was that?

And what does that make you? Crazy? Sane? Was Matt his boyfriend now? His lover? Mohinder didn't care about titles. Let him be Matt's professor. Matt could be Mohinder's detective. Together, they had a beautiful little girl that would find out how to live her life without maths and be just as important as she wanted to be without being famous.

They'd make a truly beautiful difference in the world...and that would be that.

Arthur Petrelli stood beside an old friend upstairs on the seventh floor and arched an eyebrow at the squat, short, balding man to his left. "His name is Mohinder Suresh," Arthur said. "He managed to save us all." Calculating eyes settled on Maury Parkman with a disapproving, sympathetic smile as they watched the two carry on in the bedroom. "I believe that one's yours?"

Maury looked on in distaste. "Yeah, that's Matty", he said, something similar to anger in his tone but that was yet subdued enough to be cold and distant. His son had turned up from seemingly nowhere, with the same power as him, had trapped him over some pathethic little girl and now showed up here, kissing another man? And some foreigner, at that?

What a disappointment.

Then again, love was a weakness. He could exploit that. It depended a bit on what Arthur wanted from him - and what he'd give him in return. He shot the older man a look.

"What do you want to do?"

All while Matt and Mohinder laid down together just to be in each other's company, fingers weaved together and foreheads almost touching.

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