Mohinder (and later Alcuin)

[steedtoherpeel]

Lunch had found him coming over to enquire, quite innocently at first, if Mohinder was a fan of chess. That had turned into discussion, which had turned into a different sort of social intercourse, and Giles's quick trip over had turned into an all-afternoon affair, hiding from the cold in a very cozy bed for an hour or three

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[karmic_darwin]

An improper Englishman, or rather an Americanized Indian, Mohinder felt even less need of clothing, especially as they were in his hut-cum-yurt and sprawled comfortably amidst cushions and plush rugs on the floor of the common room with tea. He'd had to put on pants to boil the water out of doors, yet he'd braved the cold in unlaced boots and a sweater he'd promptly removed, and now lounged not quite indecently sated wearing unbuttoned blue jeans in total.

"I can't help that you were more interested in my mouth than in my answers," Mohinder replied, smug and a not a little sly. "I'm a decent hand at chess, though hardly a master. I take it you play?"

[steedtoherpeel]

He propped himself on his elbow to sip the tea, stretched out facing Mohinder and taking every advantage of the fact. He'd always been a fan of the academic build, lean without being lanky, and Mohinder had it with room to spare. Add to it that rather delightful riot of hair and the dusky skin, and the sight of him was half the fun.

"I do enjoy your mouth, yes." Giles eyes twinkled wickedly, and he covered a rather indecent thought with a sip of tea. "But I enjoy chess almost as much. It's been rather a long time since I had any real challenge at the game. You, I think, would be a challenge."

[karmic_darwin]

"I do try to rise to every occasion." Hand in his hair and propped only enough to sip his tea without spilling, Mohinder gave a passing imitation of boyish innocence. One utterly belied by the sloe-eyed look he shot Rupert across the rim of his cup.

His teeth tugged briefly at his lower lip before he shrugged his eyebrows. "I'm flattered to be valued so highly as to outrank chess." He flicked his fingers, dismissively wry and undeniably amused. "It originated in India, rather a different game than what we play now. I'm sure you're aware." The man seemed to know blessed everything, or at least everything Mohinder did not. Chess would probably prove no exception. "T did hear, I thought, there was a chess-master on the island, and..." Innocently, "I imagine Alcuin plays."

[steedtoherpeel]

"I suspect the evolution of chess that I know is different from yours. Mine involves warlocks." He gave Mohinder a bit of a cheeky grin

"Alcuin." He sighed and rolled on to his back, balancing the cup on his chest. "I'm at a loss as to what to do about him."