seekevolution | The Storm

Matt halted and had to cough into his hand. He wasn't in all actuality much of a tease, or hadn't been rather, but maybe it had to do with Mohinder himself and the effects he had on him. That resolve or whatever you could possibly call the earlier moment would absolutely crumple if he kept thinking like that.

"Watch it, or you won't make it that far", he muttered back, looking up at the ceiling.

Jesus christ, now he was thinking about it. Entirely new. He'd recieved handjobs but never given them and now he was thinking about it. And he absolutely had half a mind to push him into a wall again, but knew better and once again shoved his hands into his pockets and kept his eyes, for the moment, fixed elsewhere.

"If you're going to pick up my thoughts, Matthew," Mohinder said, using his full name to bite back a laugh, "then you really ought to be prepared for what you find there. I'll have you know that I've been waiting for the outside of a month for you. Well, no, let's be honest." They walked side by side down the hall. Mohinder's hands were decidedly not in his pockets. How could they be when he wore his jeans so tightly? "Far longer than that. But what's a little while more?"

He punched his thumb against the up button for the lift and waited, smile almost serene. He'd never realised he'd have that effect on Matt. Obviously, the man found him attractive -- or they wouldn't have spent all of those late nights tussling and getting handsy -- but they'd been going so slow.

And Mohinder never minded that. Actually, it made it all the more special. He didn't just tumble into bed with someone that might tire of him quickly this way.

The lift came with a chime and Mohinder walked inside first and held the door for Matt. He watched the taller man as he plodded in after him, trying to detect a little colour on his cheeks...or perhaps a little bulge in his jeans.

"Of course, the longer we wait, the more my mind might continue to play out various interesting scenarios and you might end up getting stuck in a different sort of dream than the one you pulled me from in Odessa."

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He'd find both. Especially when Matt smiled suddenly in an entirely new, mixed way and once again couldn't help but trap Mohinder against one of the elevator doors, hands gripping the handle-rod-bar-thing that went along its interior on either side of Mohinder's hips.

"Yeah, well", he started, and there was a definite flush in his face when he looked up at Mohinder - looked up, because he was leaning on his arms moreso than standing up straight. "Maybe I uh, already got to hear one of those scenarios of yours. You dream really loud sometimes, Mohinder."

It wasn't the entire truth of what he was thinking about but you know what? Mohinder was pulling these lines with such teasing glee. It was only fair that Matt returned them similarly, even if he was a little out of his depth here, actually in a way kind of nervous. At the same time he figured, screw it. To hell with all that. They'd live through, what? Four near-death experiences and/or apocalypses together? Yeah.

He could handle this, and though he swallowed, his gaze was steady.

There might be nothing sexier in this world to Mohinder Suresh right this second than Matt flirting with him like that. He was so shy about it, take-control but also soft, as if feeling his way along without leaving his safety net too far. He liked each little push, each little nudge towards a dangerous sort of discussion. The elevator hadn't moved, no one was up this early to call it. So, sitting here, they were all alone.

Minus the video cameras most elevators had...that neither man was evidently thinking about right now.

Mohinder watched Matt with such amusement in his dark eyes and not so stealthily slid his knee between the larger man's legs. Yes. That indeed was the start of a Mohinder-caused erection. The Indian was proud of himself.

Matt responding to him this way... He didn't think that maybe Matt just wanted a little attention or that Matt might just want the furthest from Janice as possible (and Mohinder might really be that person). They had a connection. A genuine connection. A bond. No one could tell him otherwise.

He flushed a little himself when Matt told him that he'd spied on one of his dreams, but held his ground firmly. And worked at Matt's belt with sure, practiced hands. Mohinder didn't even break eye contact. "I'm afraid that I've also been told I can be quite loud outside of dreams too."

Matt's breath hitched at the pressure and stimulation and leaned even more heavily on his arms, gripping the bar tighter as he dropped his head with a shudder. Congratulations, Mohinder; if there was ever any doubt as to the reactions he'd get from his administrations, they were likely all gone in that moment.

And then he reached for his belt of all things and kept talking with that gleefully seductive voice of his and putting sounds and images into his head, and Matt decided he could no longer be held responsible for his actions.

He straightened up and pressed closer to his utterly infuriating friend, feet on either side of Mohinder's, likely at least momentarily trapping Mohinder's hands between them and oh, well, and when they were chest to chest he barely managed a half-growled "Yeah?" and then he was pressing his mouth against his.

Very demanding, this time. Firm and deep if Mohinder would let him.

Talking was the one thing that Mohinder was truly comfortable with and it certainly showed as he continued to speak right up until Matt kissed him. Breath gone and hands trapped, what more could Mohinder do but try to remain standing? Even that was incredibly difficult!

Huffing softly against the urging, velvet hot mouth, Mohinder wriggled his hand around enough to get the button of the jeans open. The rest...well, he'd have to wait until there was at least a little space given.

Whatever Matt wanted, Mohinder was certainly willing and wanting too. Of course, his mind was not just one sucking Matt's tongue as it invaded his mouth. There were other things he wanted to try.

Sure, a quicky blowjob in an elevator wasn't exactly romantic, but they had no privacy and an eleven year old. Elevators were better than public rest rooms or trying to be quiet when their daughter was sleeping.

Matt was really not sure what he wanted, to be honest. He had no real goal in mind here - he was just following whatever urge came to him, going blindly, only led by Mohinder's tone and touches. It was all new. Oh, he had a basic idea, but wasn't thinking that far ahead. Wasn't thinking at all.

He shifted, leant back a little to let Mohinder move and in the same movement broke the kiss momentarily only to move forward and suck Mohinder's bottom lip into his own mouth. He lifted one hand from the bar to run along the younger man's side, fleetingly at first until he grasped him firmly by the hip.

He was still leaning on his other arm, knuckles whitening from the way he was quite literally holding on.

Luckily, Mohinder did know what he wanted and the man right there, pushing him against the glass and against the handrail, was exactly what that was. Though Matt had him by the hip, Mohinder was lithe enough to drop to a crouch, tugging at Matt's zipper as he went.

Were they doing this right here, right now? Yes, it seemed. Mohinder was undeterred. Though the clothing surrounding Matt was a little bit on the smelly side, considering he'd been wearing it for a very long time without much access to the laundry, the skin it covered was perfect. Mohinder didn't really have many expectations in this area. Men were men, and size and shape aside, they all worked the same way. He'd get to know Matt's quirks little by little but this was a good start...especially for a man that wasn't use to bedding another man and for someone who was married and, therefore, likely hadn't gotten one of these in a few years.

Mohinder wouldn't say he was an expert at oral sex, but he hardly had to be when he was so enthusiastic about it. Just hang on, Matt. Relax. Mohinder was in a very giving mood.

"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!"

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