Fiction: Goldilocks

[kethni]

Name: Goldilocks
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: 18
Warnings: Sex, school fantasy
Note: With thanks to leadaisy
Summary: Who’s that in Matt’s bed?
Word count: 1589




Mohinder

If gods exist, and as a scientist, I have substantial doubts on the issue, then they are clearly having considerable amusement at my expense. I’m a grown, but young, man of intelligence, considerable physical attractiveness, and a decent, steady job. I could visit any gay club in the city and find a man of equal merits in an agreeably short time.

Matt is too old. He’s overweight. He’s remarkably ignorant about many of the simplest literary, mathematic, or scientific principles. He sulks. He pouts. He’s often childish and frequently petulant.

All of which I find utterly adorable. When I see him my heart pounds, my stomach churns, and my mouth goes dry. When he smiles at me, I go hot and cold all over. When he touches me, bumps shoulders with me, punches my shoulder in manly friendliness, or pats my arm, my chest cramps and I feel sick. Living in such close quarters is going to be the death of me.



Matt

Mohinder’s kinda twitchy recently. Maybe he needs a vacation. Or to get laid.



Mohinder

Being around Matt all the time is turning me... funny. Certainly, it’s bad enough that I can barely look him. Now, however, in addition to that, I’m suddenly, unpleasantly, curious about him. I stare at his unopened mail trying to work out what it is and who’s writing to him. I hover while he’s on the telephone, trying to decipher the conversation. It’s humiliating, really it is.

And I talk about him all the time. Nathan’s noticed, Bennet’s noticed, even Peter’s noticed so it must be extraordinarily obvious. I cringe each time someone else does, or says, something to show they’ve realised how I feel. I must be making a complete fool of myself and I can’t stop. If I’ve told one person he was injured chasing a mugger, I’ve told a dozen, and that was only cuts and bruises. How can one small, ridiculous crush affect me to such a degree?

It was bad enough when I laboured under the misapprehension that he was straight. Then I could believe that I was merely attracted by the allure of the unobtainable. But when he spent the night with that Adam creature! I was beyond shocked, even Matt, usually so reliably oblivious, noticed. He was so casual about the whole situation that I really didn’t know what to think. They weren’t even dating. Of course, casual sex is perfectly common and entirely normal, but it’s certainly not something I’d ever have associated with Matt! He has so many hang-ups and self-esteem issues that the idea of him cheerfully cruising for sex, advertising himself for disappointment, is just... baffling.



Matt

Maybe Peter could fix him up with someone for a one-nighter? He’s pretty good at that. Adam was fun. Not Mohinder, but fun.



Mohinder

Then of course, there was the sainted Janice. If I held him crying over her once I did it a thousand times. I didn’t have the crush then of course. I just felt bad for him; he was so obviously still head over heels in love with her. Married all that time and he was still completely in love with her. He’s the loyal, dependable, reliable type. Worth the sulking and childishness, not just because they’re adorable, but because he’s warm, kind, affectionate, he’d never cheat and he’s a terrible liar. Not that he’s ever shown the smallest interest in me. I didn’t mind when I thought he was straight. Well, no, obviously I minded. It bloody hurt, if you must know. But at least before, I thought it was just because he was straight. Now it’s just because he has no interest in me and that... well. I’ll be glad when this stupid crush is over, that’s all.



Matt

I can’t really set Mohinder up with someone. Not behind his back. That’s all kinds of wrong. Maybe a party? Not that I want to see him kissing some other guy. But he seems really miserable.



Mohinder

Don’t know why I’m still thinking about it. I should have a shower. No, I should have a wank and then a shower. I’ll feel better after that. Matt’s been on nightshift all bloody week so I’ve hardly seen him. I used to fantasise all the time about all different people. Now every time I close my eyes it’s him. Stupid crush. The bedclothes and pillows on his bed smell of... soap, the strawberry sweetness of his skin, and the musk of his sweat. Maybe I could get it made into a perfume like that dreadful film. I can’t wank in his bed. That would be wrong. Very, very wrong. But I could wash the sheets after. It’s nearly laundry day and it smells so much of him.



Matt

Did I tell him I was on a split shift? Eh, no matter. Nearly home now anyway.



Mohinder

Might never get to do this again. No, I will never do this again because it’s wrong. Very, very, wrong. Yes, very wrong and therefore very, very hot. What’s a good... oh, I know, naughty schoolboy.

I’m the teacher at a school for boys and the class are all at their desks. The boys, the men, are all in shorts, very short. Grey flannel cut tight around the crotch and riding up at the back. Hmm. The shirts are short sleeved and thin. It’s cold and they’re shivering, nipples showing through the thin material.



Matt

Working nine-to-five what a way to make a living... Why do songs get stuck? I wonder if there’s a reason for it. Ah well. Looks like Mohinder’s home, the lights on.



Mohinder

Matt’s squirming on his chair, struggling to get comfy. Parkman, sit still! He looks at me with those big, dark eyes. Yes sir. Then as soon as I turn away, he’s squirming again. Naughty, naughty. Come here, Parkman, you’ll be an example for the others. Stop sulking boy, I’ll give you something about which to pout! Is that an erection boy? Have you been sitting in class in a state of tumescence? Sorry sir, what? Never mind boy, take down your trousers.



Matt

This will never do boy. Stand still, stop squirming. But sir, when you stroke me that way...

Holy shit, what the hell...

You have to learn discipline Parkman! Now bend over the desk.

Whoa, I don’t know where that came from but yes please. I’m going to have to go and rub one out.

Uh. Gee Goldilocks, who’s that in my bed sniffing my pillows?



Mohinder

Cup his balls in my left hand, caress with my thumb and he moans, and with my right hand bring the ruler down on his bare, pale buttocks and... Oh shit. Whose breathing is that?

Open my eyes knowing, knowing that it’s Matt... fuck, fuck, fuck...

He’s looking pretty red in the face.

‘You’re not going to stop are you?’ he asks. ‘That was just getting good.’

‘Um.’ He doesn’t look angry; he looks hot and flustered. ‘Sorry?’

‘Don’t stop,’ he says. ‘It was getting really...’ He kicks off his shoes and starts getting undressed. ‘Can I... I mean...’

‘YES!’

He laughs at that then goes shy when I get out of bed to help him. His skin is hot and his hands are shaking. He kisses me suddenly and his hands span my waist.

‘Will you tell me what happens next?’ he whispers.

‘Only if you’re a good boy and get into bed.’

I’m not sure if I’m going to burst into song, throw up, or pass out.

He’s a lot more... a lot... he’s knows exactly... oh... oh

‘Rest of the story?’ he prompts, holding my hands pinned above my head in one meaty hand, and torturing me with the other.

‘I uh... cup your balls in my left hand, caress with my thumb and you moan, and with my right hand I bring the ruler down on your arse, on your bare, pale skin.’

‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, kissing my neck.

‘That’s... that’s so...’

‘Story.’

‘You cry out at the first stroke and... and your skin flushes red. I’m still stroking your balls and your cock. You’re squirming and you’re hard. I spank you again and you start begging, crying.’

‘What am I saying?’

‘Please sir, please sir, please let me come, I want to come.’ I feel the same, I want... want to come. He’s holding me there stopping me while he nibbles, kisses and licks. ‘I... I give you six of the best and you’re whining and squirming... Matt can I... please...’

‘Shush, Mohinder, nearly, nearly finished eh? I expect I need to be punished for getting hard without permission?’

‘Send out the rest of the class... you’re crying, begging... I tell you you’re a naughty boy, that we need to work on your self-control. I take your school tie and gag you with it, make a knot in the middle and make you bite it, and tie it behind your head.’

‘Do you like gags Mohinder?’ he whispers into my ear.

‘Yes?’ I feel him smile against my cheek. ‘I tell you this is what happens to naughty boys. You’re... you’re a very naughty boy.’

‘Mmm.’

‘I open your legs wide and fuck you, slow, slow and hard...’

‘Deep?’

‘Please Matt...’

‘Just to the end Mohinder, okay?’

‘Slow, hard, and deep, and you’re moaning and pleading, “sir, sir, please,” and as I come I let you... let you... fuckfuckfuckfuckMatt!!! Matt! Holy fucking SHIT!!!’



Matt

Mohinder’s really fun in bed.


The end

Mohinder thinking naughty thoughts of Matt while lying in Matt’s bed and sniffing his pillows. And Matt comes home and gets a blast of Mohinder’s fantasy right when he walks in the apartment. (Mohinder’s fantasy could be all kinky like Mo is the teacher and Matt is the bad student. And Mohinder punishes him by spanking him with a ruler *snerk*) Matt gets turn on by what Mohinder is thinking and goes to Mohinder and then they get it on! :D