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"Mohinder! Mohinder! It's too much!" the little girl protested from her bedroom after one of her adoptive fathers (paper work having gone through thanks to Matt's singular talent) nearly tackled her to rub sunscreen into her fair skin. "I can't breathe! It's in my nose!"

Mohinder more or less ignored her cries, rubbing more of the white cream into the areas behind her ears. "You'll thank me when you're not a lobster tomorrow."

"But we're wasting time! Matt's already pulled up the car and packed it!" She might be young, but that didn't mean she wasn't already imagining herself like the girls on the Disney Channel with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. It'd started with lipstick and red nail polish and a two piece bathing suit he'd given into only because he's force her to wear a little jacket when not in the water. And a hat.

"He'll wait for us," Mohinder said as he clucked his tongue, dressed in white shorts and an orange collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though left open with his chest bare beneath. He had on a pair of sandals too, certainly looking ready for the beach. If only Molly would cooperate!

"And if he doesn't?"

"We'll think of a proper punishment. All right, there you are, bring a change of shoes in case the car gets too cold on the drive."

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Certainly different from a woman, Mohinder would absolutely give that to Matt, but different didn't have to mean inferior. Unlike with a woman, there was a certain understanding of how things went. Matt knew what he likes and while it couldn't translate exactly, it went further than a touch to a woman could go without a great deal of practice.

Mohinder could only direct partially. He was having trouble unmuddling his thoughts, though as time passed, as he was kissed and kissed back fiercely, the alcohol left his system. His thoughts might be incoherent at times, but this was very clear: Mohinder wanted skin against his skin.

Teenager might prefer to rut against their clothing, but comparing Matt's hand to the zipper his erection struggled behind, he'd take the hand any day.

Matt couldn't care less about the way Mohinder's thoughts all ran together, fractured and incomplete and then suddenly crystal. This was what it sounded like when he'd first told Mohinder he was thinking tired, this kind of unfocus, the slipping of control. Matt liked listening to that since it was another thing he was doing to him.

Besides, if it had been all direction, he thought it wouldn't have been nearly as enjoyable for either of them.

Matt was straining against his own jeans by the time he leaned back to breathe for a second. He kept his hand pressed to Mohinder's crotch, weighing down a little just to cause friction and pressure, to see what kind of effect that'd have. A somewhat frustrating one by the looks of it, and there was another quiet laugh when Matt answered simply, "Okay."

He moved back a bit to undo the button and pull down the zipper and then he reached past Mohinder's underwear to pull him out, taking a breath as he watched his own actions. It wasn't scary, just new, and he pulled once along the length, slowly, just to get a sense for it from this angle. Not to mention a sense for it with this person.

One of the things Nohinder really did love about Matt was the way the other man could respond to a half formed thought. He'd done it so often on trivial matters, like picking up milk on the way home from work or seeing to Molly when something made her sad to fix it with a hug. Wile some might see it as a cheat, Mohinder found it to be a blessing.

He rolled his hips upwards at the touch and begged for more. Matt's hands were large and masterful. You can't have a dick for nearly forty years and not know what to do with it. Sure, Mohinder was different, more slender, darker, but the principal was the same.

For Matt, under his hands, his lover danced for him, writhing in all of the bliss that his inner rhythm mastered the first time he'd taken to bed with anyone.

Matt, however, is not just 'another.' Mohinder's wine addled brain is wholly focused on him and this moment and what it means.

Matt aims for romance.

And Mohinder's never had that before. Passion tends to trump it usually. This is beautiful and new.

Maybe there was merit in thinking of it a little as a game. Not in a bad or a malicious way, nothing like that, but just the balancing act of riding Mohinder's thoughts and trying to match them in reality. Matt enjoyed doing it, loved the little sounds he could get from the younger man sometimes almost before he'd fully realized what it was he wanted. Matt didn't think of it as cheating, either. It was just a way of showing that heat and softer warmth between them. It was a way of treating Mohinder like he deserved to be treated.

He worked him with his hand, alternating strokes and pace and touches, sometimes abandoning him for a moment to move his palms over his hips or stomach. Maybe he did have a teasing streak after all but mostly because he could read how it'd make Mohinder squirm and arc into him even more when he came back.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

After a while he came up closer again, still stroking Mohinder, faster now, and kissed just beneath his jaw (scratchy from stubble, Matt didn't mind) all while thinking gently, come on.

He hardly needed to be told what to do. Mohinder's there all ready, touch and thought pressing in against him from all sides. There was only Matt in that moment and every moment after, if he was lucky, would have Matt in it too. As orgasms go, it was fairly standard. Pleasure, release. It was all the parts that made up the before and the after that made the difference. Mohinder's heart beat a solid rhythm in his throat before his mind blacked with utter bliss.

For a full twenty seconds, there was no thought at all in the professor's head, not a peep. He arched upwards, his body responded as intended, and then he collapsed in a happy pile of Indian, breathing hard and eyelids peeling open.

He kissed Matt back almost shyly, hands in a lazy waltz from the back of his neck and into his hair. He needed a trim, now more than ever, though it gave him something to hold onto. As the American pulled away from him, Mohinder's lips burst into a smile. His whole face lights up.

"Brilliant," he whispers.

That was a very long moment of mental silence but there was something almost easy and natural in it, and Matt watched as Mohinder's muscles seemed to give out and he sank into the bed.

Well. He'd done that. Go, team.

He smiled a bit in the lull, feeling good about that and enjoying the younger man laid out on the bed like that, all breath and a slight sheen of sweat. He wiped his hand on the sheets as he sat back. It was when he caught Mohinder smiling at him like that, so utterly brightly, that Matt ducked his head a little. He wasn't usually called brilliant or anything like it regardless of what talent was discussed. Hell, people didn't really look at him like that, so he just kind of laughed slightly again, not sure how else to react.

Well, other than to kiss him again, obviously. Which he did because he wanted to. Moving in to half-lie, half-lean over Mohinder, he kissed him. Almost shyly. They had that in common in that moment.

Nothing like good old butterflies to show for falling in love, right?

"Yeah", he said, and didn't really mean himself. "Yeah, that's a good word."

The drink more or less finished with him, sleepiness in his eyes, Mohinder struggles to turn to his side to keep from being lulled to sleep by warmth, but comfort. As much as those things were what he wanted, he was an attentive lover. Matt ought to be rewarded. His mouth again. A hand. He could give him more than that too, now that he himself was satisfied.

What did Matt want? Mohinder was more than just a pretty face with high ideals. He was an adept lover and he wanted to prove it.

Naked skin pressed against cloth, Mohinder stretched like a cat against the other man, moving to finish the job he'd started when they came to rest in bed, before Matt insisted on being the one to touch. To examine.

Mohinder felt worshiped. He declined, however, to mention that.

Instead, he offered his mouth and his throat and his teeth to worry pale flesh of Matt's throat. He offered his hands. His body. "Let me please you." He sounded like a bad porn, but he was serious. Maybe that made it worse.

Matt dropped back against the sheets himself when Mohinder stretched up against him like that. There was something very content in the way he wrapped his arm around Mohinder's waist and thought distantly that he'd probably be more comfortable if he got out of those jeans, open and riding increasingly lower on his legs as he moved.

Damn, that looked hot, though.

There was a low sound in his throat when Mohinder went for it and he tilted his head back, but his eyes widened when the request was voiced. He moved to lean on an elbow, looking at Mohinder in ... yeah, maybe it was disbelief in some way, but not because the line was pretty bad. It was more at the sincerity behind it. That it was even said out loud to begin with.

He swallowed, opened his mouth, closed it, and tried again, "Uh- okay."

Completely unromantic. But he was looking Mohinder in the eyes like he was unable to look away.

Unromantic? It was Matt. It was how Matt sounded, how Matt thought. He had so many other thoughts in his head now that keeping his own somewhat more simple when he didn't quite understand what was happening was a coping mechanism. Mohinder thought the other man to be smarter than most did. Strategic. No one gave him enough credit.

Mohinder left the bed to finish his undressing, to finish Matt's. He leaned over paler flesh with reverence and touched Matt as carefully as he had been touched before climbed back onto the prone man's thighs.

He'd had the proper supplies then, just a reach away, and while Matt was in his hand, being stroked lightly, Mohinder actually took a moment to read the bloody label on the lubrication. Talk about unromantic and bookish. He just wanted to be doubly sure of it's safety before he bothered rolling a condom onto the hardening member in his palm as both would be inside of him soon enough.

There was not much time between condom and lubrication for Matt to really think much of anything, though Mohinder's insistence of stretching himself while pressing his own half hair erection into Matt's belly while biting his lip had to have given Matt a particularly good view of what was about to happen.

Matt could lay back. Mohinder would find the way for them both. He was far bolder than his lover, after all.

Matt sank deeper into the mattress when he watched Mohinder undress. And when he came back to undress him, Matt kept watching. He had a particular grace, Mohinder; it showed in the way he moved and how he carefully peeled his shirt and jeans off. Matt assisted by moving up from the bed when needed but he had a feeling he wasn't supposed to do more than that, so he didn't. Instead he just let his breathing deepen and then hitch as he was touched. As he watched Mohinder touch him. As it really registered that it was skin to skin this time.

He wasn't listening to Mohinder's thoughts since his own were blanking out. Mohinder had set a light easy rhythm and Matt arched into his hand without quite realizing that it was temporary, for that reason. When he looked back to the younger man (not having realized when, exactly, his gaze had drifted to the ceiling) and found him with the bottle of lubricant in his hand, looking at it in that focused way he sometimes had, he tilted his head back even further into the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Holy hell", was the throaty murmur that escaped him, because ... yeah. Yeah. God, he was hard - Mohinder would have no problem with either condom or lube, and there was a groan from Matt as Mohinder deftly administered both.

And Mohinder working himself with his own finger was almost disgustingly erotic. It looked like porn. Matt wasn't sure how the hell he was the one who got to see it, but he wasn't going to question that right then. No, he wanted to reach out, solidify that bizarre but fantastic reality he was currently living, so he did by touching Mohinder's chest and then up to his jawline to brush his thumb over his cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture.

And then he dropped practically everything once Mohinder came down on him. There was a gasp that turned kind of into a hiss and then a groan, split seconds between each sound, and he had his hands on Mohinder's legs and a tension-yet-rush all over his skin.

The process was slow. Mohinder was true to his word about not having done this in a long while and the angle was awkward for men as it was not for women. At least Matt was easy enough to handle. Well slicked and hard, he'd made a place for himself properly there and their connection was solid once it formed. Mohinder's lips pressed flat to his teeth and he pitched forward to splay his fingers ever so slightly against Matt's chest while he kissed the fingers against his cheek and chin.

Time and the rocking of his body eventually caused discomfort to give way to pleasure and Mohinder exhaled against Matt's palm as he rode him down to absolutely nothing but a grunting, growling, beautiful mess.

And as that happened, as the Indian grew bolder, his hips undulated and the velvet kiss of heat inside of him carried Matt along the waves with him. Mohinder was nothing like Janice. Gender, skin tone, softness, the sounds that came out of his throat...

And for this, Mohinder was even quiet where Janice had never been. Quiet. Reverent. As if this act might be a prayer. Why fuck when you can make love?

He tilted back his head as pleasure consumed him. The springs would not long forget this night.

Slow was good. Slow was really good, because not only did it mean there was more time for this, it also meant that once the pace was picked up it was all the more intense. Matt kept his hand to Mohinder's face, stroking and petting almost like you would a cat even when he started thrusting his hips up to meet Mohinder's movements. Even when things started getting hurried and sloppy and frantic and erratic, and if Matt was growling with want, maybe Mohinder was purring amid the gasps.

Matt couldn't help reaching out with his free hand to wrap around Mohinder again once they found their rhythm. It seemed the right thing to do.

He wasn't thinking about Janice at all. Why would he? She was worlds away, belonged to a different life. Frankly one that couldn't hold a candle to this one even despite all the terror and fear and grief.

He was loved, and he loved.

When breathing started giving way to nothing but half-formed gasps and noise Matt felt the tension of pleasure building, coiling into itself harder and harder before it released and he came with a shiver to the beautiful sight of Mohinder doing the same.

Once the immediate fog cleared he made to pull Mohinder down, because he wanted nothing more in the world right then than to kiss him again, to murmur nonsense against his mouth or skin.

Mohinder laughed. It was not, would never be, cruel. If anything, it was relief. He found the disengaging to be far too easy. Rolling his shoulders, Matt's erection slipping from him, Mohinder fell down against his chest and kissed him just as heartily as Matt offered him.

It was delicious. Post coital bliss was a very real thing and Mohinder rolled over on his back and grabbed at Matt's hand to kiss his knuckles. "I'm going to be so pleasantly sore for the next few days," he promised, tilting his head to relax against Matt's shoulder. Their sweat intermingled. Their scents combined.

For once, everything felt normal too. Even if the act itself was something many men had done for many, many centuries. Performed in love made all the difference.

"I love you," Mohinder said, voice stronger than it had been while the wine had taken him. "Beyond measure. And I know, from now on, it can only get better for us."

Matt smiled into the kiss, brushing some of Mohinder's curls away from where they'd fallen over his brow, small slightly damp tangles. He lingered because he wanted to, fingertips gently brushing along his hairline and then his cheek again. In the moment before Mohinder rolled over Matt caught his eyes and there was a perfect little moment of shared brightness there.

He laughed at the remark. Like Mohinder's, there was nothing cruel about it. Matt felt happy and relaxed and a soft laugh came naturally.

"Sorry", he said, not feeling sorry at all, and bent to kiss Mohinder's shoulder before he leaned back fully into the pillow with a content sigh. He felt Mohinder's lips against his hand and spread his fingers to link them with the younger man's.

Yeah, it wasn't even a small moment of happiness, but of downright euphoria.

"I love you too." It was easy to say because it was true. He just hadn't realized until Mohinder had said it first, just some hours earlier. He breathed out slowly, warm breath briefly touching Mohinder's neck. "God, I hope so. We deserve it by now."

Not just them, but the world, at this point. Although to be honest Matt wouldn't mind if the world decided to shrink down to their room right then. Lifting his other arm to wrap over Mohinder's stomach (and yeah, he better get used to that, as Matt held people close in a very reflexive way once they were close) he added with another small laugh, because if the man didn't know he really deserved to, "You're insanely hot, you know that?"

It'd been awhile since Mohinder totally misunderstood everything so...why not now? He drew away from Matt immediately and glanced upwards. "No fan, I'll see if I can change the thermostat--" He was already out of bed, nude and beautiful in the half darkness, padding across high traffic carpet to the dials.

He'd not meant to overheat them both and while he was a little sweaty, he was all right continuing to be.

Some people found that uncomfortable however. And while he was up, he might as well dispose of the condom too before it made a mess or Molly found it. how unfortunate would that be? He was at the wall when he heard a little start in the back of his head from Matt and blinked. Understanding. "O-Oh."

He blinked at the other man, twice, teeth flashing in the darkness.

"Oh! Well. Thank you. I'm rather tempted to admit I find you to be the same. Not insanely, perhaps, but just the right amount to-- Then again, you know exactly what it is I think about when I look at you."

Wow, he was ridiculous. It was kind of Mohinder's thing to take things at face value, but Matt really hadn't expected him to manage to twist that one, so the mental clarification was a little like a flick on the nose.

He stretched his arms up in the air before he sat up, watching Mohinder with a smile that was clearly both fond and amused. It turned a bit softer when he tilted his head slightly down to answer.

"Not exactly. I mean, not always. I try to not be in your head all the time, you know."

Could be personal. Intrusive, in a way. Then again it seemed a lot of whatever boundaries they'd had were blurring out or being erased altogether, something that was emphasized in the way Matt gestured for Mohinder to return to the bed.

"Get back here, will you? Or else you're just being cold."

Oh look, complete with a stupid little grin.

There was nothing invasive about Matt, now that Mohinder's greatest secret had already been revealed and accepted. He enjoyed the intimacy and he told Matt so as he returned to bed to lace dark fingers with light ones.

A great deal of time spent naked in bed was exactly what Mohinder wanted and needed and so he hardly felt bad about it. Until he fell asleep of course. Molly was still with Daphne and any more than a few hours was just too much on the woman.

His dreams were even keeled, his thoughts of Molly and of Matt and of a great big house with trees. There were no bleeding edges, no broken beer bottle grass or ashy sky. Everything was perfection for once.

Until that doorknob turned in the other room and a sweet little voice called out their names.

Lots of sleeping that day, apparently. Matt didn't sleep himself so much as dose, but it was a pleasant drift when he was on it and even moreso from being curled up with Mohinder in that lazily content fashion that suited both of them.

Whether it was female voices in his head or Mohinder's dream or a combination that had Matt eventually slip out of that tangle thinking of their daughter was difficult to say, but he'd just managed to get his jeans on when he heard Molly's actual, verbal voice.

Some half-decent timing for once, he figured, and threw a shirt on (hurriedly and inside-out) when he went out to give the girl a hug. She happily threw herself into his arms, a few pencils in one hand and a small box of candy in the other. He drew back with a sunny smile that she returned.

"Hey, sweetheart, I was just about to get you."

Molly seemed a little skeptical at this, and Daphne, who was leaning against the door frame with her hands on her hips and looking entirely too comfortable that way to make Matt happy, raised her eyebrows.

"You don't have any shoes on", Molly pointed out, and Matt ignored Daphne's knowing smirk to hopefully figure out a way to not have to explain why his shoes were probably tumbled beneath the bed in the next room over. Yeah, Molly had the basics figured out. Yes, Molly was really bright. No, they hadn't had the sex talk yet and no, Matt had no intention of sharing any details of his with his daughter.

"What, is that a crime now?" he teased her and she rolled her eyes and seemed to accept the non-answer, turning from him to take a book Daphne was holding to go and put it in her own room.

Matt straightened, watching Daphne with some distance when she took a step towards him, hands behind her back now. "Glad you spent your time wisely", she teased, and when Matt looked ready to interject with something she quickly deflected it. "Hey, I'm just saying! 'Sides, I figured you'd want her back before I run. I do have other things to do, you know. Even if she is a cutie pie."

Arthur would be pleased, she knew. That's the main reason she was. If she did her jobs right (and how easy this one was, if a bit boring) she got her rewards. It was an easy calculation. Of course, she didn't know about the end step to this particular plan, but what you don't know, right?

And after a moment, from Molly's room in a tone that was eerily similar to Mohinder's mom's, "Is Mohinder asleep again?"

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The scuffle of feet and the sudden rush of Matt out of bed and into clothing certainly wasn't conducive for Mohinder to remain at rest. He was, however, far slower in rising, far slower at finding his jeans and far slower at getting them on.

A little niggling voice asking after his sleeping habits in that horrible way that his mother had left him chilled. Tell her that this is what drinking does to you and wine should never be on her list of need to try things, Mohinder thought in a grumble.

He had a terrible headache from it, not exactly hung over because he'd not had that much to drink, but just enough to be wholly uncomfortable with the pounding behind his eyes.

Having children, no matter how wonderful, was still just a little tedious.

Having children and starting a new relationship was worse.

Looking sleepy and achy, Mohinder at least had his shirt on properly when he came out of the bedroom just before Matt could open his mouth. "No wine. Ever," he chided Molly gently. "It makes you stand on tables and get terrible headaches."

Molly looked like she really didn't need to be told twice. "It looked embarrassing", she said in a way that was just as chiding.

It made Matt grin and Daphne laugh.

"Pretty wild evening then, Doc?" she questioned with another little bounce in her step. Apparently she hadn't witnessed that particular stunt of his, or not all of it. "Here's a tip: stick to the fruit punch."

Entirely too happy sounding all in all, Matt thought. What he thought loudly was, I don't like her. He pursed his lips as she observed her, and just, he really might have liked her if she didn't have that kind of haughty look about her. Beneath it was a cheerful charm.

He liked Mohinder far more. And Molly, who was looking between the adults.

"Didn't you have somewhere to be?" Matt questioned the more-or-less stranger, trying to keep the edge out of his voice, and Daphne looked back at him.

"Oh, I'm never in a hurry. Super speed, remember? Hey, nice to see you again, Doc. Molly, stay cooler than your dads."

She winked and left in a flurry of wind. Matt ran a hand through his hair and closed the door.

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