Fic: Moment's Thought
Title: Moment’s Thought
Author: Jemisard
Rating: R
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Summary: Matt was just angry and just thought it. Mohinder wasn’t meant to listen.
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Matt’s powers. Mild AU (fit in where there shouldn’t be time). Dub-con.
It was just a thought.
You think you’re so damn good, Suresh? Better than me? Who don’t you get over here and show me how damn good you are on your knees?
Suresh, halfway across the room and throwing open the door, paused. His head tipped to the side and Matt realised what he’d thought.
It felt too late to take it back; Suresh was already stalking back and staring at him, looking confused and torn.
He should send him another thought. Tell him to stop. Tell him to piss off. Just something else that wasn’t that throw away thought.
Feel something. Kiss me. Be angry enough to just want something, be honest, be emotional and want.
Suresh’s mouth crashed into his. It was heat and anger, passionate and violent, everything he’d always wanted. Their mouths slid wetly against one another, dark hands pressed against his chest for balance. It felt good, right down to how they fit together; tugging Suresh onto his lap, he fit just right, curving in the right places.
“I hate you.”
And he can see that he does, eyes dark and bright; he hates him, but he’s still- he wants this.
“I hate you too.” Kiss me again.
There’s a moment’s glare and their mouths are crashing together again; Suresh’s long fingers tangle in his hair and drag his head back to bite at his lips. He curled his own fingers on the man’s hips and tugged him closer, gasping into their kiss as they pressed against each other.
This was wrong. This was so wrong. He should stop this now, before it went further.
Suresh ripped open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and closed his mouth on a nipple, biting and sucking. Nothing could have stopped him grabbing tight to that narrow waist and thrusting up against him, drawing deep moans from both of them.
Hands under too many layers of clothing and smooth, hot skin skimmed under his fingertips, beautiful cries wrenching from dark, parted lips. A heartbeat thundered under his hands, racing with lust.
He hadn’t been this hot for years. He hadn’t a partner this incredibly hot and wanting for what felt like forever - not the way that Suresh wanted, writhed in his lap and watched him with naked hunger.
That hot mouth closed on his earlobe, sucking greedily. One hand pushed into his pants and rubbed firmly and Matt’s spine melted as he got impossibly, achingly harder.
Can you hear me, Matthew?
He gasped and nodded. The teeth and fingers tightened.
You think this is good? Just wait until I slide off of your lap, onto my knees and wrap my mouth around you.
“Oh god.”
Oh god.
Suresh licked under his ear and - just as promised, he slid backwards onto the floor, sinking onto his knees.
No.
“No.”
Stop. You don’t want this.
Those lips- oh god, that mouth; his lips parted; he frowned slightly in confusion. “What?”
Show me what would make you stop this, show me what could happen to make this end right now, see what you need to, just don’t do this, Mohinder.
He heard what Suresh thought he heard, a casual word that incited the anger back up again and sent Mohinder’s hand cracking against his face.
He’d never felt more justifiably slapped than watching Suresh once again walk out and storm into the bathroom.
Author: Jemisard
Rating: R
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Summary: Matt was just angry and just thought it. Mohinder wasn’t meant to listen.
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Matt’s powers. Mild AU (fit in where there shouldn’t be time). Dub-con.
It was just a thought.
You think you’re so damn good, Suresh? Better than me? Who don’t you get over here and show me how damn good you are on your knees?
Suresh, halfway across the room and throwing open the door, paused. His head tipped to the side and Matt realised what he’d thought.
It felt too late to take it back; Suresh was already stalking back and staring at him, looking confused and torn.
He should send him another thought. Tell him to stop. Tell him to piss off. Just something else that wasn’t that throw away thought.
Feel something. Kiss me. Be angry enough to just want something, be honest, be emotional and want.
Suresh’s mouth crashed into his. It was heat and anger, passionate and violent, everything he’d always wanted. Their mouths slid wetly against one another, dark hands pressed against his chest for balance. It felt good, right down to how they fit together; tugging Suresh onto his lap, he fit just right, curving in the right places.
“I hate you.”
And he can see that he does, eyes dark and bright; he hates him, but he’s still- he wants this.
“I hate you too.” Kiss me again.
There’s a moment’s glare and their mouths are crashing together again; Suresh’s long fingers tangle in his hair and drag his head back to bite at his lips. He curled his own fingers on the man’s hips and tugged him closer, gasping into their kiss as they pressed against each other.
This was wrong. This was so wrong. He should stop this now, before it went further.
Suresh ripped open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and closed his mouth on a nipple, biting and sucking. Nothing could have stopped him grabbing tight to that narrow waist and thrusting up against him, drawing deep moans from both of them.
Hands under too many layers of clothing and smooth, hot skin skimmed under his fingertips, beautiful cries wrenching from dark, parted lips. A heartbeat thundered under his hands, racing with lust.
He hadn’t been this hot for years. He hadn’t a partner this incredibly hot and wanting for what felt like forever - not the way that Suresh wanted, writhed in his lap and watched him with naked hunger.
That hot mouth closed on his earlobe, sucking greedily. One hand pushed into his pants and rubbed firmly and Matt’s spine melted as he got impossibly, achingly harder.
Can you hear me, Matthew?
He gasped and nodded. The teeth and fingers tightened.
You think this is good? Just wait until I slide off of your lap, onto my knees and wrap my mouth around you.
“Oh god.”
Oh god.
Suresh licked under his ear and - just as promised, he slid backwards onto the floor, sinking onto his knees.
No.
“No.”
Stop. You don’t want this.
Those lips- oh god, that mouth; his lips parted; he frowned slightly in confusion. “What?”
Show me what would make you stop this, show me what could happen to make this end right now, see what you need to, just don’t do this, Mohinder.
He heard what Suresh thought he heard, a casual word that incited the anger back up again and sent Mohinder’s hand cracking against his face.
He’d never felt more justifiably slapped than watching Suresh once again walk out and storm into the bathroom.