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Fiction: Water Baby
Name: Water Baby
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: 18
Warnings: For the sex, baby!
Note: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leadaisy for the prompt
Summary: Matt thinks he’s got the shower all to himself...
Word count: 1064
Two hours late. Two hours late off his shift, exhausted, sore, and head pounding, Matt arrives back at the apartment building to find the elevator out of order once again.
Great. Perfect really.
Halfway up the stairs he remembers that Mohinder is working late again. Something to do with genetic markers but... well, no matter how much Matt tries, when Mohinder starts talking the words just wash over him. The tone, the accent, the way he says ‘Matthew’, they all conspire to hypnotise Matt. Then of course, there’s the rest; the dark eyes, the silky skin, the skim of stubble, and that’s just the face.
But he’s not home so there’s point in thinking about it.
Matt’s out of breath when he finally reaches the front door. Out of breath, giddy from low blood sugar, and no Mohinder to gawp at. All in all it’s not the best day Matt’s ever had.
Painkiller. Food. Shower. Fun. Painkiller. Food. Shower. Fun.
Matt dry palms a painkiller and grabs a box of Chinese takeout from the fridge. He blasts the food in the microwave before grabbing it and stuffing it into his face.
Food, tick.
Mohinder wouldn’t approve. He’s always fretting about the terrible food Matt eats and the long hours he works.
Ah Mohinder. A terrible roommate, a shocking temptation, and a good friend.
Matt undresses in the bathroom and turns on the shower. The plus point to Mohinder being at work is that Matt can be as loud as he wants for as long as he wants. He’s in the mood to take his time.
He holds his hand under the showerhead and waits until the water warms comfortably before stepping underneath. He pulls the shower curtain closed and turns up the force on the shower. He doesn’t move for two, three, five minutes, just enjoying the water blasting down. He imagines all the tiredness washing down his body and swirling down the drain.
Steam swirls in the cubicle. Rivulets of water run down Matt’s body; streams coasting his shoulders, rivers flowing down his chest and back, pooling in the small of his back and the cleft of his buttocks.
He reaches out blindly for the shower cream and squeezes a dollop of creamy liquid into his palm. He smears the foaming liquid across his chest, down his arms. The bubbles scud over his skin following the paths of the water down his body. They boil over his ankles and feet before plunging into the oblivion of the drain. His hands skim over his body as he rinses off the shower cream and stretches.
Shower, tick.
So, fun.
Mmm. Mohinder first thing in the mornings, all sleepy and tousled, barefoot and barely wearing a sleeveless vest and a pair of pyjama pants. Lean, athletic, but muscled; he’s like a greyhound in the slips. Matt’s only seen his arms, a scoop of his chest and his back, the tops of his feet, and a slice of his belly. Only glimpses really, enough to make him dream of seeing more.
Mohinder smiling at him and suddenly his sulky mouth is transformed into sweetness.
Matt’s hands skim over his chest; his short nails raking over his skin.
Mohinder peeling his vest off and casting it aside.
‘Mohinder,’ Matt murmurs, his hands sliding down to his groin. ‘Oh fuck...’
Mohinder slowly stripping off the rest of his clothes. Reaching out to run his hands over Matt’s body.
‘Mohinder...’ Matt groans, and shivers in the sudden draught.
‘Oh!’
Matt spins around, eyes wide, blushing red. Mohinder, hand still on the shower curtain, smiles sheepishly.
‘You were calling my name,’ he says sheepishly, colour high in his cheeks.
Matt snatches for a towel and holds it in front of himself. ‘I... you’re supposed to be working late!’
‘I was. I did.’ Mohinder’s eyes wander over Matt. ‘I got home twenty minutes ago.’
‘Oh. Um.’
‘You were calling my name,’ Mohinder says again, more confidently.
‘Not that loudly!’
‘Quite loudly.’
‘Oh,’ Matt says, licking his lips.
Mohinder smiles slightly and nods at the now soaking wet towel. ‘Are you staying in there?’
‘Yes?’
Matt swallows sharply as Mohinder pulls away the towel.
‘Can I come in with you?’ he asks.
Matt nods mutely, backing up a step as Mohinder hurriedly strips off and climbs into the shower.
‘You’re ahead of me,’ Mohinder says, reaching past him for the shower cream. ‘Will you help me out?’
‘You want... you want me to...’
Mohinder squirts shower cream into Matt’s palms and then leans in to kiss him. ‘Stop talking now.’
Matt rubs the shower cream over Mohinder’s chest and belly. He turns Mohinder around and slowly washes his back. Starting slowly at the shoulders and gradually moving down to his waist.
Mohinder leans against the tiles. ‘You’re good at this.’
‘Um, thanks.’
‘Are you embarrassed?’ Mohinder teases as he turns around and pulls Matt into a soft kiss.
‘Haven’t had a lot of... I mean... not been with many...’
‘Many men?’ Mohinder guesses. ‘I’ll look after you.’
Keeping an arm over Matt’s shoulder Mohinder tracks his other hand down Matt’s body; tangling through chest hair, tweaking his nipples, and circling his belly-button. Matt kisses him, catching his mouth suddenly.
‘Mmm, you’re a good kisser.’
‘Uh, you too,’ Matt says, blushing bright red. ‘Sorry, I just, I really like you and I didn’t think...’
‘Didn’t think what?’ Mohinder prompts.
‘That you’d ever be interested.’
Mohinder’s hand slips between Matt’s legs. He caresses Matt’s thighs and draws a fingertip along his length. ‘I’m very interested Matthew,’ he whispers. ‘Fascinated.’
‘Oh,’ Matt breathes. ‘Oh good.’ He strokes Mohinder’s chest, fingertips tracing over the fine skin. ‘Should I...’
His breath hitches as Mohinder wraps long fingers around his length.
‘One thing at a time,’ Mohinder whispers, sliding his hand down and then up in an easy, fluid gesture. ‘Do you like that?’
‘Uh... uh...’
Matt closes his eyes and presses his face into the crook of Mohinder’s neck. He jerks as Mohinder’s fingers tangle in his hair.
‘Mohinder... Mohinder,’ Matt pants against his neck.
‘Right here,’ Mohinder purrs as Matt comes.
Matt’s breathing gradually slows and steadies. ‘Too old for sex standing up,’ he murmurs. He straightens up, kissing up Mohinder’s neck and around his mouth.
‘Tease.’
Matt kisses him very softly. ‘Your turn.’
‘I thought you’d never ask,’ Mohinder says with a wink.
The end.
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: 18
Warnings: For the sex, baby!
Note: Thanks to
leadaisy for the promptSummary: Matt thinks he’s got the shower all to himself...
Word count: 1064
Two hours late. Two hours late off his shift, exhausted, sore, and head pounding, Matt arrives back at the apartment building to find the elevator out of order once again.
Great. Perfect really.
Halfway up the stairs he remembers that Mohinder is working late again. Something to do with genetic markers but... well, no matter how much Matt tries, when Mohinder starts talking the words just wash over him. The tone, the accent, the way he says ‘Matthew’, they all conspire to hypnotise Matt. Then of course, there’s the rest; the dark eyes, the silky skin, the skim of stubble, and that’s just the face.
But he’s not home so there’s point in thinking about it.
Matt’s out of breath when he finally reaches the front door. Out of breath, giddy from low blood sugar, and no Mohinder to gawp at. All in all it’s not the best day Matt’s ever had.
Painkiller. Food. Shower. Fun. Painkiller. Food. Shower. Fun.
Matt dry palms a painkiller and grabs a box of Chinese takeout from the fridge. He blasts the food in the microwave before grabbing it and stuffing it into his face.
Food, tick.
Mohinder wouldn’t approve. He’s always fretting about the terrible food Matt eats and the long hours he works.
Ah Mohinder. A terrible roommate, a shocking temptation, and a good friend.
Matt undresses in the bathroom and turns on the shower. The plus point to Mohinder being at work is that Matt can be as loud as he wants for as long as he wants. He’s in the mood to take his time.
He holds his hand under the showerhead and waits until the water warms comfortably before stepping underneath. He pulls the shower curtain closed and turns up the force on the shower. He doesn’t move for two, three, five minutes, just enjoying the water blasting down. He imagines all the tiredness washing down his body and swirling down the drain.
Steam swirls in the cubicle. Rivulets of water run down Matt’s body; streams coasting his shoulders, rivers flowing down his chest and back, pooling in the small of his back and the cleft of his buttocks.
He reaches out blindly for the shower cream and squeezes a dollop of creamy liquid into his palm. He smears the foaming liquid across his chest, down his arms. The bubbles scud over his skin following the paths of the water down his body. They boil over his ankles and feet before plunging into the oblivion of the drain. His hands skim over his body as he rinses off the shower cream and stretches.
Shower, tick.
So, fun.
Mmm. Mohinder first thing in the mornings, all sleepy and tousled, barefoot and barely wearing a sleeveless vest and a pair of pyjama pants. Lean, athletic, but muscled; he’s like a greyhound in the slips. Matt’s only seen his arms, a scoop of his chest and his back, the tops of his feet, and a slice of his belly. Only glimpses really, enough to make him dream of seeing more.
Mohinder smiling at him and suddenly his sulky mouth is transformed into sweetness.
Matt’s hands skim over his chest; his short nails raking over his skin.
Mohinder peeling his vest off and casting it aside.
‘Mohinder,’ Matt murmurs, his hands sliding down to his groin. ‘Oh fuck...’
Mohinder slowly stripping off the rest of his clothes. Reaching out to run his hands over Matt’s body.
‘Mohinder...’ Matt groans, and shivers in the sudden draught.
‘Oh!’
Matt spins around, eyes wide, blushing red. Mohinder, hand still on the shower curtain, smiles sheepishly.
‘You were calling my name,’ he says sheepishly, colour high in his cheeks.
Matt snatches for a towel and holds it in front of himself. ‘I... you’re supposed to be working late!’
‘I was. I did.’ Mohinder’s eyes wander over Matt. ‘I got home twenty minutes ago.’
‘Oh. Um.’
‘You were calling my name,’ Mohinder says again, more confidently.
‘Not that loudly!’
‘Quite loudly.’
‘Oh,’ Matt says, licking his lips.
Mohinder smiles slightly and nods at the now soaking wet towel. ‘Are you staying in there?’
‘Yes?’
Matt swallows sharply as Mohinder pulls away the towel.
‘Can I come in with you?’ he asks.
Matt nods mutely, backing up a step as Mohinder hurriedly strips off and climbs into the shower.
‘You’re ahead of me,’ Mohinder says, reaching past him for the shower cream. ‘Will you help me out?’
‘You want... you want me to...’
Mohinder squirts shower cream into Matt’s palms and then leans in to kiss him. ‘Stop talking now.’
Matt rubs the shower cream over Mohinder’s chest and belly. He turns Mohinder around and slowly washes his back. Starting slowly at the shoulders and gradually moving down to his waist.
Mohinder leans against the tiles. ‘You’re good at this.’
‘Um, thanks.’
‘Are you embarrassed?’ Mohinder teases as he turns around and pulls Matt into a soft kiss.
‘Haven’t had a lot of... I mean... not been with many...’
‘Many men?’ Mohinder guesses. ‘I’ll look after you.’
Keeping an arm over Matt’s shoulder Mohinder tracks his other hand down Matt’s body; tangling through chest hair, tweaking his nipples, and circling his belly-button. Matt kisses him, catching his mouth suddenly.
‘Mmm, you’re a good kisser.’
‘Uh, you too,’ Matt says, blushing bright red. ‘Sorry, I just, I really like you and I didn’t think...’
‘Didn’t think what?’ Mohinder prompts.
‘That you’d ever be interested.’
Mohinder’s hand slips between Matt’s legs. He caresses Matt’s thighs and draws a fingertip along his length. ‘I’m very interested Matthew,’ he whispers. ‘Fascinated.’
‘Oh,’ Matt breathes. ‘Oh good.’ He strokes Mohinder’s chest, fingertips tracing over the fine skin. ‘Should I...’
His breath hitches as Mohinder wraps long fingers around his length.
‘One thing at a time,’ Mohinder whispers, sliding his hand down and then up in an easy, fluid gesture. ‘Do you like that?’
‘Uh... uh...’
Matt closes his eyes and presses his face into the crook of Mohinder’s neck. He jerks as Mohinder’s fingers tangle in his hair.
‘Mohinder... Mohinder,’ Matt pants against his neck.
‘Right here,’ Mohinder purrs as Matt comes.
Matt’s breathing gradually slows and steadies. ‘Too old for sex standing up,’ he murmurs. He straightens up, kissing up Mohinder’s neck and around his mouth.
‘Tease.’
Matt kisses him very softly. ‘Your turn.’
‘I thought you’d never ask,’ Mohinder says with a wink.
The end.