Fic: Mohinder's a what?!
Title: Mohinder’s a What?!
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The next thing Matt knew he was kissing the floor with his chair covering him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
AN: I would like to thank/blame tiptoe39 for this. It’s all your fault and I thank you for it.
There is no way the human body can bend like that. It’s just not possible. It’s not even right. As strange and perverted as it was Matt couldn’t tear his eyes off the computer screen. It was like a train wreck; you didn’t want to watch but just couldn’t help it.
It was forty minutes until quitting time and he had finished his reports and was just waiting until five so he could go home. There was nothing to do and he was bored. That’s how he ended up surfing the internet. That’s how he stumbled onto the website.
Definitely stumbled across it because there was no way he was actually looking for porn, gay porn. It was definitely an accident because Matt Parkman did not go searching for gay porn of the Indian variety. The only reason he didn’t immediately exit wasn’t because the images were erotic to him in any way. No, it was because he thought he recognized a face.
The face belonged to a missing person’s case. It definitely belonged to a missing person, not a certain Indian scientist he was sharing an apartment with. Definitely not Mohinder Suresh who he had found himself fantasizing about for weeks now because one: he did not fantasize about what it would be like to strip those awful striped shirts off the other man’s chest and feel his warm skin under his palms. Secondly, Mohinder Suresh was a respectable scientist and professor. Not a porn star.
That’s why he was staring so intently at his computer screen. He was just trying to prove that the moaning man bent over the desk at such and awkward angle was not Mohinder Suresh. He certainly wasn’t enjoying it.
His eyes and head followed the angle of the camera as is swept over the scene, tilting to the left to keep the mystery man who was not Mohinder Suresh in view.
“Parkman!” Fuller’s voice sounded across the room.
Matt wind milled his arms in a desperate attempt to regain his balance as his chair tipped when he whipped his head around to see his partner. The next thing Matt knew he was kissing the floor with his chair covering him.
He quickly jumped up, clicking the mouse to exit the webpage.
“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly as he turned to face Fuller.
“We got a call. Let’s go.”
Way too close Parkman
Matt had the next day off and he was wondering how he would face, more like avoid, his roommate. It’s not like he had any reason to be uncomfortable after all, the man in the porn video was not Mohinder Suresh. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even hide behind Molly as school attendance was apparently required by law. He’d managed to keep himself locked in his room for the morning but his stomach was demanding food by the time lunch rolled around.
The apartment was empty when he finally surfaced from his room. It was Wednesday. Wednesday was laundry day. Mohinder was probably at the laundromat which meant that Matt could grab some food and run without ever having to come in contact with him.
He wasn’t a cook but he could manage grilled cheese. Without even realizing it, he cooked up an extra sandwich for the missing man. He was flipping the sandwiches onto a plate when the front door rattled. He quickly set the plate down and ran to open the door for Mohinder.
“Thank you Matthew,” he said as he walked in carrying a basketful of clothes.
“Uh, no problem,” Matt replied nervously.
“You cooked?” Mohinder asked, staring at the plate of bread and melted cheese.
“Yeah, I can make grilled cheese without burning the building down.”
“Alright. Does one of those sandwiches happen to belong to me?” Mohinder asked as he set the kettle on the stove for tea.
“Of course,” Matt replied.
He wanted to run but knew he couldn’t. This man had taken him in and gave him a home the least he could do was eat lunch with him.
“Thank you.”
They ate in a comfortable silence. Matt wanted to know what was going on in the other man’s mind but had made a promise to try to stay out of it. He was a man of his word.
They both jumped when the kettle whistled.
Mohinder stood up to take it off the stove, dropping his napkin in the process. After setting the kettle on the cooling rack he bent over to pick it up, presenting Matt with his backside in all its jean-clad glory.
He choked on a bite of his sandwich.
“Are you okay?” Mohinder asked, turning around to look at him.
Matt could only nod.
Not him, not him, not him
Lies, all lies.
He was surfing the net looking for gay porn of the Indian variety. He had been fantasizing about Mohinder being naked and wanting under him for weeks now. He did find the images erotic because he did recognize a face. It wasn’t a missing person. The moaning man bent over the desk at such an awkward angle was Mohinder Suresh. And Matt was suddenly facing the uncomfortable situation of having a hard-on in the presence of his roommate who was also a porn star.
And what a star he is
Stop it, Matt mentally chided himself.
“So, uh…Mohinder uhh…what were you like when you were younger?” Matt stammered, “I mean were you always this uh studious or were you more of a wild child?
Mohinder’s only answer was a raised eyebrow.
“I mean...uh..It’s just that when I was in college I kinda went crazy a bit. Partied a lot. You know, beer pong, beer chugging, beer stands, beer runs, you name it. If it involved beer you can pretty much be certain I did it. So I was just wondering if you were like that at all? Did you do anything stupid like drug or a porno or something,” Matt’s eyes widened and he flailed his hands in front of him, “Not that I think you would do something like that! I mean, of course I don’t think you starred in a porn where you were a student being punished by the headmaster cause' that would just be crazy you...you uh know. You..you don’t have to tell me or anything, I uh…I uh was just curious is all.”
Matt was babbling. He knew it but couldn’t stop. Mohinder’s smirk was getting bigger with each word out of his mouth.
Oh crap
“You are absolutely adorable when you’re flustered like this Matthew,” Mohinder said.
Matt froze. He heard the words he just didn’t understand them. Adorable? Did Mohinder just call him adorable? He wanted to run but his limbs felt like they were filled with cement so all he could do was watch as Mohinder started walking towards him. He stopped in front of him.
“In answer to your question Matthew; yes, I was a bit wild in my youth. And if you’re really lucky,” he leaned over so his breath ticked the hair next to his ear, “I might show you how wild I still can be.”
He brushed his lips across Matt’s in a chaste kiss. Chaste or not, the touch of Mohinder’s lips sent fire roaring throughout his veins.
He watched as Mohinder started walking down the hall.
“Are you coming Matthew,” he called.
Almost
Matt could only stare dumbly at him.
“Matthew, don’t you wish to find out if I’m really that flexible?”
Matt made a mental note to replace the chair that crashed into the counter as he flew off it.
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The next thing Matt knew he was kissing the floor with his chair covering him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
AN: I would like to thank/blame tiptoe39 for this. It’s all your fault and I thank you for it.
There is no way the human body can bend like that. It’s just not possible. It’s not even right. As strange and perverted as it was Matt couldn’t tear his eyes off the computer screen. It was like a train wreck; you didn’t want to watch but just couldn’t help it.
It was forty minutes until quitting time and he had finished his reports and was just waiting until five so he could go home. There was nothing to do and he was bored. That’s how he ended up surfing the internet. That’s how he stumbled onto the website.
Definitely stumbled across it because there was no way he was actually looking for porn, gay porn. It was definitely an accident because Matt Parkman did not go searching for gay porn of the Indian variety. The only reason he didn’t immediately exit wasn’t because the images were erotic to him in any way. No, it was because he thought he recognized a face.
The face belonged to a missing person’s case. It definitely belonged to a missing person, not a certain Indian scientist he was sharing an apartment with. Definitely not Mohinder Suresh who he had found himself fantasizing about for weeks now because one: he did not fantasize about what it would be like to strip those awful striped shirts off the other man’s chest and feel his warm skin under his palms. Secondly, Mohinder Suresh was a respectable scientist and professor. Not a porn star.
That’s why he was staring so intently at his computer screen. He was just trying to prove that the moaning man bent over the desk at such and awkward angle was not Mohinder Suresh. He certainly wasn’t enjoying it.
His eyes and head followed the angle of the camera as is swept over the scene, tilting to the left to keep the mystery man who was not Mohinder Suresh in view.
“Parkman!” Fuller’s voice sounded across the room.
Matt wind milled his arms in a desperate attempt to regain his balance as his chair tipped when he whipped his head around to see his partner. The next thing Matt knew he was kissing the floor with his chair covering him.
He quickly jumped up, clicking the mouse to exit the webpage.
“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly as he turned to face Fuller.
“We got a call. Let’s go.”
Way too close Parkman
Matt had the next day off and he was wondering how he would face, more like avoid, his roommate. It’s not like he had any reason to be uncomfortable after all, the man in the porn video was not Mohinder Suresh. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even hide behind Molly as school attendance was apparently required by law. He’d managed to keep himself locked in his room for the morning but his stomach was demanding food by the time lunch rolled around.
The apartment was empty when he finally surfaced from his room. It was Wednesday. Wednesday was laundry day. Mohinder was probably at the laundromat which meant that Matt could grab some food and run without ever having to come in contact with him.
He wasn’t a cook but he could manage grilled cheese. Without even realizing it, he cooked up an extra sandwich for the missing man. He was flipping the sandwiches onto a plate when the front door rattled. He quickly set the plate down and ran to open the door for Mohinder.
“Thank you Matthew,” he said as he walked in carrying a basketful of clothes.
“Uh, no problem,” Matt replied nervously.
“You cooked?” Mohinder asked, staring at the plate of bread and melted cheese.
“Yeah, I can make grilled cheese without burning the building down.”
“Alright. Does one of those sandwiches happen to belong to me?” Mohinder asked as he set the kettle on the stove for tea.
“Of course,” Matt replied.
He wanted to run but knew he couldn’t. This man had taken him in and gave him a home the least he could do was eat lunch with him.
“Thank you.”
They ate in a comfortable silence. Matt wanted to know what was going on in the other man’s mind but had made a promise to try to stay out of it. He was a man of his word.
They both jumped when the kettle whistled.
Mohinder stood up to take it off the stove, dropping his napkin in the process. After setting the kettle on the cooling rack he bent over to pick it up, presenting Matt with his backside in all its jean-clad glory.
He choked on a bite of his sandwich.
“Are you okay?” Mohinder asked, turning around to look at him.
Matt could only nod.
Not him, not him, not him
Lies, all lies.
He was surfing the net looking for gay porn of the Indian variety. He had been fantasizing about Mohinder being naked and wanting under him for weeks now. He did find the images erotic because he did recognize a face. It wasn’t a missing person. The moaning man bent over the desk at such an awkward angle was Mohinder Suresh. And Matt was suddenly facing the uncomfortable situation of having a hard-on in the presence of his roommate who was also a porn star.
And what a star he is
Stop it, Matt mentally chided himself.
“So, uh…Mohinder uhh…what were you like when you were younger?” Matt stammered, “I mean were you always this uh studious or were you more of a wild child?
Mohinder’s only answer was a raised eyebrow.
“I mean...uh..It’s just that when I was in college I kinda went crazy a bit. Partied a lot. You know, beer pong, beer chugging, beer stands, beer runs, you name it. If it involved beer you can pretty much be certain I did it. So I was just wondering if you were like that at all? Did you do anything stupid like drug or a porno or something,” Matt’s eyes widened and he flailed his hands in front of him, “Not that I think you would do something like that! I mean, of course I don’t think you starred in a porn where you were a student being punished by the headmaster cause' that would just be crazy you...you uh know. You..you don’t have to tell me or anything, I uh…I uh was just curious is all.”
Matt was babbling. He knew it but couldn’t stop. Mohinder’s smirk was getting bigger with each word out of his mouth.
Oh crap
“You are absolutely adorable when you’re flustered like this Matthew,” Mohinder said.
Matt froze. He heard the words he just didn’t understand them. Adorable? Did Mohinder just call him adorable? He wanted to run but his limbs felt like they were filled with cement so all he could do was watch as Mohinder started walking towards him. He stopped in front of him.
“In answer to your question Matthew; yes, I was a bit wild in my youth. And if you’re really lucky,” he leaned over so his breath ticked the hair next to his ear, “I might show you how wild I still can be.”
He brushed his lips across Matt’s in a chaste kiss. Chaste or not, the touch of Mohinder’s lips sent fire roaring throughout his veins.
He watched as Mohinder started walking down the hall.
“Are you coming Matthew,” he called.
Almost
Matt could only stare dumbly at him.
“Matthew, don’t you wish to find out if I’m really that flexible?”
Matt made a mental note to replace the chair that crashed into the counter as he flew off it.