Love All
Title: Love All
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 3959
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring and he would never make them have sex in tennis gear
Beta : The wondrous beauty that is
sylargrrrl
Summary: On vacation Mohinder convinces Gabriel to join him a game of tennis, but Gabriel's libido and the presence of one Adam Monroe may lead to him calling for 'new balls'!
Notes : for megmatthews20 in the heroes_exchange Valentine's Exchange
Gabriel angled his head to let his long lashes brush against Mohinder's shoulder. He drifted a finger gently over the sensitive skin of his upper arm and whispered his name.
Mohinder hummed as he shifted slightly in the bed. They had both been too tired for sex when they had arrived at the hotel, their flight had been delayed and they had finally fallen into bed just after 4am. Gabriel had woken up with a hard on so needy that he had had to jerk off in the bathroom, and now he really couldn't wait to have Mohinder on him. He spread his hand over Mohinder's stomach and put some volume into his voice. "Mohinder, wake up."
Rolling over to take Gabriel into his arms, Mohinder opened his eyes. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"
Gabriel smirked, pressing his morning erection against his lover's groin. "No, I'm horny as hell and I need you to take care of this for me."
Mohinder rolled his eyes at the bad porn dialogue, reaching down between their bodies to grip Gabriel's hardness through his boxer briefs and stroke his thumb along it. "Like this?" he whispered.
"Mmm, just like that. Hmmm." Gabriel closed his eyes and focused on the movement of Mohinder's long fingers. He pulled him closer, burying his head into the pillow so that he could whisper to him. If he wasn't getting off Mohinder could get distracted, unless there was something filthy drifting into his ear. "That's it baby, touch me, it feels so fucking good."
Mohinder's breaths got heavier and he slipped Gabriel's boxers down to his knees, taking his cock firmly and exploring the wetness of the tip.
"Oh yeah, touch me like that, it's all for you baby. I only come for you." Gabriel nibbled on Mohinder's earlobe and smiled inwardly at the gasp he gave. "Yeah, you like that huh?"
"Shit!" Mohinder jumped up and out of bed leaving Gabriel looking quite ridiculous with his dick leaking over the sheets and a shocked look on his face.
"Wha…What's wrong?!" Gabriel pulled up his boxers looking around the room.
"Tennis! We're playing tennis in 20 minutes, get in the shower, quick." Mohinder dashed into the bathroom. Gabriel wondered if he was dreaming but followed anyway.
"What are you talking about?" Gabriel had to raise his voice as Mohinder turned on the water and almost fell down in his haste to get his clothes off.
"We have a schedule for the week. Tennis this morning, we're watching seals this afternoon, then tomorrow…"
"Let me stop you right there because I have a schedule of my own, it goes like this. Ten thirty, Mohinder sucks Gabriel's dick. Ten forty Gabriel eats Mohinder's ass, Ten fifty Gabriel fucks Mohinder. 11, Gabriel doesn't KILL Mohinder." He yelled into the shower jets as Mohinder laughed and tried to pull him into the shower with him.
Gabriel extricated himself and pulled off his boxers, finally stepping into the shower and embracing Mohinder greedily. He felt the other man grip his cock tightly and start stroking, whilst licking and biting at his neck. "Oh no, no don't you dare….Argh!" Gabriel came hard into Mohinder's fist, his eyes filled with rage. "You did that on purpose!" He complained, shaking a little as Mohinder tugged the last few drops out of him.
Turning into the shower jet and smiling Mohinder ignored him. "There, you've come, now tennis."
Gabriel's mind ticked over. Okay so threats hadn't worked, let's try begging. He took a gentle hold of Mohinder's hips and swayed against him, pressing himself into his back and kissing softly onto his shoulder. "Please baby, I love you so much, please don't reject me like this, I worship you."
Shaking his head at the brazenness of Gabriel's manipulation Mohinder squeezed the shampoo into his hands and worked it into his scalp. "I may as well save you the trouble. Threats and begging aren't going to work, neither are distraction, bargaining or tying me up, otherwise know as the five stages of Gabriel's horniness."
Gabriel sighed and stepped out of the shower. "This is my vacation too you know. I'm not as anal as you, I don't need my every movement planned and timed. I like to go with the flow."
"We went with the flow in London, and we spent all day every day in bed, and all night in the pubs. I didn't even get to ride the tube."
"You rode the tube alright…"
"And that joke wasn't funny then either." Mohinder turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy white towel, smacking Gabriel on the ass as he walked back into the bedroom. "Come on, get your tennis gear on, you'll look hot in it."
Gabriel followed, pouting. "I may like cock Mohinder but I don't automatically own tennis gea-" He faltered as he saw white shorts, a white polo shirt and blinding white tennis shoes staring back at him. "What the fuck is this?"
"I got them for you. Like them?" Mohinder was already pulling on his shirt, the matching all white ensemble making his skin look deliciously rich and lickable.
Gabriel tried to disguise his erection, turning away and rubbing himself surreptitiously with his towel. "No I don't, I'll look ridiculous in this getup. My skin's too pale, I'll look like an undead Jimmy Connors."
Mohinder jumped up, his outfit giving him a surge of adrenaline already. "Come on, you'll look so hot in these." He picked up the shorts and pushed Gabriel towards the end of the bed where he sat heavily. Crouching he lifted Gabriel's foot into the leg of the shorts, letting him step into them before pulling them up. Gabriel stood to allow him to pull the shorts up the whole way, skimming over his ass with a delicious smack of the waistband on his skin. Mohinder took the shirt and bounced his eyebrows at Gabriel who reached up obediently, showing off his taut stomach. Mohinder bunched up the shirt and threaded Gabriel's arms into it, smiling at how sweet he looked when the neck pulled over his still-wet hair, leaving it dragged over his eyes. He left the neck unbuttoned, kissing the patch of chest hair which poked out invitingly, and taking Gabriel into his arms. "See, you look so cute like this."
"Hmm." Gabriel was non-committal. "I guess. Okay so tennis, and seal watching, whatever that is….but then tonight, after dinner?" He touched his forehead to Mohinder's deferentially.
"Then we'll revert to your schedule, I promise." He pecked Gabriel on the lips and went to get his tennis bag, leaving Gabriel sighing in defeat and sitting back down to pull up his stupid long tennis socks.
As they walked out into the warm Aruba sun Mohinder sighed happily. "This is wonderful, I've been itching for a game for so long. We're booked on court 3 at 11. Now, I suggest we play three sets at first so you can get the hang of it, and then…." Mohinder paused as he saw a game already going on on their court. A blonde man, with piercing blue eyes, was confidently returning every ball that his partner sent, showing an expert stroke and emitting periodic grunts at the exertion. He had white sweat bands on his head and on his wrists and Mohinder couldn't help but check out his ass in his shamefully tiny shorts.
"Ahem!" Gabriel coughed, giving a look of "What the hell?!" when Mohinder blushed. "Why don't you go and say something? That's our court."
"Right, right." Mohinder cleared his throat self-consciously and walked over, Gabriel following and fantasising about cutting up this short ass who was being eye-fucked by HIS boyfriend. He walked past Mohinder to the benches at the edge of the court and sat, trying to work out what he was saying to the man. Mohinder was smiling, fluttering his eyelashes and shrugging his shoulders coquettishly as Gabriel looked on murderously. Finally Mohinder jogged over and crouched in front of him.
"Seems that everyone's playing a friendly game of winner stays on today. I'll beat him and then we can play, alright?" He smiled as if this was completely fine in every way.
"So you want me to sit here and watch you play with another guy?" Gabriel thought about it. Watching Mohinder jump around and get sweaty while he drank Long Island Iced Teas in the sun? "Okay, sure. Take your time." He waved to a passing waitress as Mohinder stepped onto the court, surprised.
The next hour consisted of Gabriel getting slowly more drunk, and much more horny as he watched Mohinder jumping, running, stretching. He watched his muscular arms tense as he reached for a difficult return. He watched the blonde guy, who was a Brit called Adam, checking out Mohinder's ass when he bent down to pick up the ball, and glancing at Gabriel as if to say "Nice work getting him!". He pictured all sorts of filth as he watched, their grunts becoming the soundtrack to his own private tennis porno. He imagined Mohinder forcing Adam down over the net, pounding into him as the smaller man moaned and begged for more. He saw the sweat dripping from Mohinder's brow as he fucked him hollow, and the red criss crosses on Adam's skin where he'd been smacked with the racket, over and over and over and…
"Gabriel!" Mohinder was right in front of him, his head inclined. He nodded towards Gabriel's very obvious erection. "We're done now but it's getting too hot to play, do you want to risk it?"
Gabriel pulled a towel across his lap and blushed as Adam sauntered over. "You have a fine backhand Mohinder, it's wonderful to play with someone who can give me a real workout." He flashed a smile at Gabriel. "You keep an eye on this one, someone might steal him away from you! Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!" Gabriel gave his best fake laugh. "I would kill them. I would literally get them alone and torture them to death and it would be fun." He deadpanned as Adam tried to work out whether he was joking.
"Ha! I can't say I blame you. Well, have fun, maybe I'll see you around Mohinder." He touched Mohinder's arm and looked him deep in the eyes before sauntering off, careful to glance back over his shoulder at Gabriel as if to say "Fuck you."
"Little prick, I should cut him a new one." Gabriel lifted his index finger only to have it slapped away by Mohinder.
"Be nice, he was just being friendly." Mohinder blushed, sitting next to Gabriel and sucking on a bottle of water.
"Friendly? If I hadn't been here he'd be fucking you in the showers right now you little flirt." Gabriel picked up a tennis ball and turned it over in his hands. He could so use a blowjob right now. If he could guilt Mohinder into it he wouldn't have to sit with his balls tightening all the way through a damn seal watching trip.
Mohinder knew full well what Gabriel was doing. He wanted him, of course he did, but he knew what crazy, jealous, sex-deprived Gabriel was like, and he wanted that more. "Stop sulking," he said, ruffling Gabriel's hair. "Come on, let's go back to the room and change. Seals after lunch. You love seals." He got up, picking up his bag and grinned to himself as Gabriel followed, whining all the way.
Later that night, Mohinder swiped his keycard and pushed open their hotel room door. It was 1.30am and Gabriel had disappeared to 'get something from the room' half an hour ago. He slotted the card into the light switch and the room lit up revealing…no Gabriel. Mohinder wandered over to the bed and picked up a note scribbled on hotel stationary. "Meet me on court number 3 at 1.45. Dress for tennis x G" he read aloud.
Mohinder raised his eyebrows. Gabriel had been complaining and horny all day. He had had to have his hand slapped away from his crotch numerous times on the seal watching trip, he had dry humped Mohinder in the line for the dining room, whispered filthy things to him over dinner, and then, suddenly, he had stopped. Mohinder thought back to when Gabriel finally backed off him and realised that it had been when Adam had waved at them from across the dining room. That had given Gabriel a cold shower for some reason and they had spent the evening drinking and talking in the bar without the topic of sex ever coming up.
Mohinder put down the note and went to get back into his tennis clothes. He sniffed at the shirt and coughed, it was still sweaty and damp from the morning's session and Mohinder pulled his face as he put it back on. He had driven Gabriel to distraction already and he really didn't want to know what he'd do if he disobeyed his instructions. He was thankful that he at least had fresh sports socks to wear.
…
Mohinder looked around him as he wandered down to the tennis courts. He had been given some strange looks as he walked through the hotel in tennis gear but no-one seemed to care that he was heading for the courts at this late hour. He had brought his racket just in case but he doubted that Gabriel was interested in playing right now.
He stepped on to the dark court and smiled as he saw Gabriel bouncing a tennis ball, racket in hand. "So you fancied a game after all?"
Gabriel grinned and beckoned Mohinder over. He knew his lover could see his straining erection and really didn't care. He was in control now, Mohinder would do anything he wanted. As he approached, Gabriel pulled him into a kiss, delving deep into Mohinder's mouth with his tongue and waiting for that little moan which would tell him that it was time to start moving up a gear.
"Mmm."
And there it was. Gabriel sat Mohinder on the top of the net, using his telekinesis to keep him from falling backwards and pulling down his white shorts. He dropped to his knees and looked up at Mohinder, blowing gently on his cock in the still humid air until it started to spring up to greet his lips. He licked him from tip to shaft, flattening his tongue to cover as much skin as possible before holding his lips over the tip and letting pre-cum wet them. Mohinder gave a high pitched moan and Gabriel grabbed his hips, taking him into his mouth all the way, regulating his breathing to keep from gagging as he swallowed and sucked. With his mouth still full he backed off a little and worked his tongue into the slit, turning his eyes up to Mohinder and hardening as he saw the look of ecstasy on his face.
As hot as Mohinder looked, Gabriel ached to get off. He'd been picturing this all day and closed his eyes, sucking hungrily and moaning in the way he knew would hurry Mohinder along. He felt a hand scrunch into his hair and knew Mohinder was close. Gabriel bobbed his head, curling his tongue and pressing it onto the vein on the underside of Mohinder's cock. Mohinder grunted and instinctively bucked into Gabriel's mouth, holding his head selfishly in place as he came, moaning at the furious swallowing as Gabriel coped with the flood of come.
Gabriel stood, and pulled Mohinder to his feet and into his arms, nuzzling his neck. "Are you ready to play Mohinder?" He pecked him on the cheek and walked to the sidelines, picking up his racket.
Mohinder was incredulous but pulled his shorts back up and grabbed his own racket. He watched Gabriel heading for the baseline and crouched behind the middle T, waiting for the serve. He couldn't see very well although his eyes had adjusted to the dark a little, and the served ball bounced hard in the service area and disappeared over Mohinder's shoulder.
"Fifteen-love" Gabriel pulled a fresh ball to him from the bag on the sidelines and bounced it a couple of times.
Mohinder crouched again, readying himself, but barely had he focused on where Gabriel was that he saw the ball bounce again and almost take his head off.
"Thirty - love."
"Are you cheating Gabriel?" Mohinder huffed. He knew this was a pre-cursor to what would be some fabulous sex but he still didn't like to lose.
"Absolutely not! Ready?"
Mohinder saw a glimpse of Gabriel's stomach as he stretched up to serve but again the serve was too fast for him.
"Forty-love"
"Oh now come on!" Mohinder stood with his hand on his hip.
"Ready Mohinder? Don't let this be a walk in the park for me." Gabriel grinned, bouncing the ball.
Mohinder focused like a laser beam, there was no way he was going to let this one past him, it would be too humiliating. He wiggled his backside trying to balance himself. The ball seemed to be travelling in slow motion, flying towards the backline. Mohinder leapt into the air and by some miracle managed to connect his racket to the ball, although seconds later he was on his back on the clay court, panting desperately.
He looked up and saw Gabriel looming over him. He was in his still pristine tennis gear, his erection tenting the pure white shorts. Mohinder noticed that he was wearing white head and wrist bands, almost identical to those Adam had on, and smiled. He bent his legs and lay with them apart looking up innocently. "You beat me." He teased, shuffling his feet further apart.
Gabriel was on him so fast that the air was knocked out of Mohinder's lungs. He clashed their mouths together hungrily, grinding against him and lapping at his neck. "I'm going to fuck you right here, you know that right?" He growled, yanking down Mohinder's shorts and flinging them behind him. Mohinder nodded, eyes closed, trying to get comfortable on the rough surface of the clay court. "And I don't care who sees us, I'm gonna have you right here on the court." Gabriel repeated. Mohinder noted that this was more for Gabriel's benefit than his own, he did love his little commentaries.
"Do you remember our schedule from this morning?" Gabriel whispered as he dry humped Mohinder's hardness.
"Mmm…It was….Gabriel sucks Mohinder's cock. And then…Oh God." Mohinder arched up as he felt Gabriel drift down the length of his body and position himself at his opening. He knew he could come just from this and scratched his fingers ineffectually into the loose chips of clay beneath him, trying to stave it off. He moaned loudly as the first touch of Gabriel's tongue came to his asshole and reached to force Gabriel's head down. The high pitched sighs coming from Mohinder were driving Gabriel crazy he could tell, as his lover's tongue folded inside him and jabbed in and out, opening him up little by little. "Oh please, please…" Mohinder begged, not really knowing what he was asking for.
Gabriel lifted his head, feeling beads of precum hit his cheek as he did so. "Tell me what you want."
Mohinder tried to catch his breath, tiny pinpoints of silver floated in his vision, amongst the white stars of the royal blue Aruba sky. The sight was so beautiful he didn't want to sully it with raw carnality but he really couldn't phrase this any differently in the state he was in. "Fuck me, fuck me Gabriel."
Gabriel smirked, pulling off his shorts and throwing them to one side as he settled between Mohinder's legs. He covered Mohinder's body and rested on his elbows, staring into his lover's eyes. "You want me to fuck you?"
Oh God, don't tease me now, I'll come all over you. "Yes, yes please." Mohinder rubbed his hands in the clay again, trying to distract himself from Gabriel's big cock pressing into his.
"It didn't seem like you wanted it before. Are you sure?" Gabriel had the lube in his bag fly over, snatching it out of the air. Without waiting for an answer he squeezed the tube over his cock liberally, melting the whole thing in the process and splashing Mohinder's ass. He took his eyes off Mohinder's serene face for the slightest second to position his cock over the other man's opening. Hitching Mohinder's legs up over his shoulders he powered into him, holding his body low and dragging Mohinder's lower back along the clay as he thrusted. "Is this what you want? You want me inside you like this?" He felt Mohinder's prostate and pushed against it, twisting his body slightly to the right to hit it on every stroke.
"Mm. Oh! Oh God…" Mohinder was incoherent as Gabriel fucked him steadily. He saw a glint of something in Gabriel's eyes, that jealous anger which always turned him into an animal. The site of his legs, still clad in fresh, clean white socks and tennis shoes while they bobbed over Gabriel's shoulders was hotter than he thought possible.
"You know I was thinking about you today, while you were playing." Gabriel slowed down, pushing in deeper but taking his time to pull back out. "I was imagining you fucking that blonde guy."
Mohinder closed his eyes and reached to place his hand on Gabriel's chest, leaving an amber dust mark on his polo shirt.
"You like that idea, right? You wanted him, you wanted his cute little ass while I watched, didn't you?" Gabriel was working up a sweat, the image of his Mohinder dominating that arrogant little bastard, fucking him wide open right in front of him was driving him crazy. He ripped open Mohinder's shirt with telekinesis, showing his stomach muscles contracting as he tightened around his cock.
"Fuck, oh yes." Mohinder wanted to come but his head was swimming. He reached for his dick but had his hand swatted away. Gabriel slammed his palm into the chalk marking out the base line and took Mohinder in hand, rubbing the white powder into his length as he fucked him faster.
"God, you're beautiful. I can see why he wanted you. I wish he could see this, see what I get to do to you." Gabriel bore down on him, and Mohinder couldn't take any more, the pressure on his prostate and the frantic friction coming from Gabriel's powdered hand forcing his orgasm through him. "Yes, yes, come for me Mohinder!" Gabriel gasped as Mohinder tensed around him like a clenched fist and bent his knees almost crushing his shoulder blades.
Gabriel looked down at Mohinder, he was covered in sweat, clay and chalk, his ripped shirt hanging off him and his pupils dilated. His mouth hung open as he desperately tried to take in oxygen and as he closed his eyes and gave in to his tiredness Gabriel came hard at the gorgeous sight of it, surprising himself by jerking further into Mohinder in one last spasm. He lay on top of his lover, too exhausted to do anything else, and felt the gritty layer of dirt and clay chips rub between their stomachs.
Their breaths began to slow, and there they lay, both naked from the waist down except for the still gleaming sports socks pulled tight on their calves and the tennis shoes, barely scuffed despite their exertion. Gabriel heaved himself up, wondering how they were going to get Mohinder back to the room without people noticing he'd lost his shirt. He collapsed onto his lover's chest once more, dreamily slurring into his ear "I fucking love tennis".