Fiction: Spoons

[kethni]

 

Name: Spoons

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 730ish

Note: Thanks to leadaisy for her prompt of ‘awkward spooning’.

 

 

 

 

Despite what Mohinder thinks, Matt is absolutely no stranger to sleeping on a couch. Not just because Janice threw him out of bed, although that happened more than once, but from the long hot summer when his father left. His dad left, his mom couldn’t meet the mortgage payments, and so they ended up on friend’s couches, on their floors, once in a bath.

 

So Matt has no problem sleeping on the couch at Mohinder’s apartment. Not in theory. The sleeping is fine, even having his private area in such a public space he can cope with, but the continual reassurance that Mohinder needs is a little wearying. Yes, he slept fine. No, it’s not a problem. Really. Really it’s fine. Of course Molly should have the other room. Certainly he doesn’t expect Mohinder to give up his room or his bed. It’s not a problem.

 

Until he comes home from work and sees the fire truck outside the apartment. He passes fire fighters, strong and handsome and soot stained, on the stairs. Mohinder is standing in the doorway talking to a fire fighter. Not flirting, which is a surprise since Mohinder flirts with everyone, but wringing his hands and stammering apologies. If anything Mohinder looks even more soot covered than the fire fighters. His pink shirt is grubby with it, his face smudged, and his hands blackened. They both turn as Matt reaches the top of the stairs and Mohinder looks horrified.

 

“Be more careful,” the fire fighter says gruffly and shoves past Matt.

 

“What’s going on?” Matt asks dubiously. “Is Molly okay?”

 

“Fine, she’s fine,” Mohinder says quickly, wringing his hands together. “A little bit shaken up. Um, there was a bit of an accident...”

 

The couch is a scorched and melted mess of crispy plastic and crunchy smoking upholstery foam. Black smoke is crawling out of the open windows and a perfect chrysanthemum is burnt into the ceiling.

 

Matt blows out his cheeks as he looks around. “This is a bit of an accident? I hate to think what a catastrophe looks like.”

 

“I’ve arranged for it all to be sorted out,” Mohinder says quickly. “It’ll take about a week. Um.”

 

Matt nods and tucks his hands in his pockets. “Right, well, I’ll uh grab some clothes. See if I can find a...”

 

“Oh... oh no... all that, all that is sorted out,” Mohinder flaps. “Uh, Bob said that we could use one of Primatech’s guest apartments. From tomorrow, tonight uh, we’ll have make do. I’m afraid.”

 

“Make do?” Matt asks uncertainly.

 

Mohinder fidgets. “Obviously you can’t sleep in here and you can’t sleep in with Molly.” He flashes a lightening quick smile. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

 

Matt laughs awkwardly. “Wasn’t the first worry that I had.”

 

“What was?”

 

“A Primatech guest apartment?” Matt asks uncertainly. “Is that a good idea?”

 

Mohinder smiles slightly. “Bennet leant me a bug detector.”

 

 

 

Matt looks around Mohinder’s bedroom curiously. “I’ve never been in here before,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“I only sacrifice virgins,” Mohinder says mock seriously.

 

Matt raises his eyebrows. “Er, what?”

 

Mohinder blushes and his fingers knit together. “In my bed. I only sacrifice virgins.”

 

Matt shakes his head and continues undressing. “Your sense of humour is over my head sometimes.”

 

“Sorry.” Mohinder strips down to his underpants.

 

“Don’t be sorry,” Matt says, stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers. “I like it. I don’t understand much of it but I like it.”

 

Mohinder climbs into bed and pulls the bed sheet up to his chest. “Oh.”

 

“It’s nice to be around someone smart who doesn’t make me feel like an idiot,” Matt says encouragingly.

 

“So smart I let the couch incinerate,” Mohinder says wryly.

 

“Yeah, anything to get a guy into bed,” Matt laughs.

 

Mohinder’s laugh is a nervous bark. “Well. Goodnight.”

 

“Goodnight,” Matt says cheerfully as Mohinder turns off the lamp.

 

 

 

Matt wakes up with a mouthful of hair. He splutters in confusion as he tries to focus on the mass of curls blocking his vision.

 

He’s spooned behind Mohinder; arms wrapped around his waist, one leg thrown over Mohinder’s, and his face pressed into Mohinder’s hair.

 

It smells good. It smells good and Mohinder’s breathing is all wrong for someone asleep.

 

“Um...”

 

Mohinder looks over his shoulder.

 

“Sorry,” Matt says, burning red. But he doesn’t let go.

 

“Don’t be sorry,” Mohinder says. “I like it.”

 

The End

 

Comments

[leadaisy.livejournal.com]

YAY! Loved it! So, Mohinder set the fire on purpose riiiight?

And ending the story there? You tease ;P

[kethni.livejournal.com]

So, Mohinder set the fire on purpose riiiight?

LOL! That's EXACTLY what Boudecia7 said, firebug!Mo :D

You tease ;P

:insert evil laugh:

[leadaisy.livejournal.com]

LOL!! Great minds think alike!!

[dragon6593.livejournal.com]

I loved Mohinder's line about sacrificing virgins. LOL! So I guess that means that Matt's a virgin in a manner of speaking.

[kethni.livejournal.com]

Well Mohinder hasn't sacrified him, yet :D

Thanks <33

[boudecia7.livejournal.com]

:D I have a special affection for would-be lovers being forced to share a bed. This is cute and hot and perfect! <33333

[kethni.livejournal.com]

It's a fun trope to play with :D

<333

[caitcupcake.livejournal.com]

*dies*

Ahaha, I like it ;D Especially the thing about Mohinder's hair... I do love his hair.

[kethni.livejournal.com]

Hi! Thanks :D I love his hair, heh.

Thanks for reading and commenting.