Bubbles - for loyal2mylar's birthday
The click of the hotel room door closing was Sylar’s favourite sound. It meant that the mission was over, that he and Mohinder were alone, that they were no longer agents in the line of fire but a normal couple. As normal as could be expected…
Mohinder leaned against the door, exhausted. “God I need a shower. I’m filthy.” They had moved from 21 hour stakeout to chase through an abandoned warehouse and now they were both covered in a thin layer of grease, sweat and assorted grime from head to toe. Sylar pulled him over to the bed, undoing his belt and lowering his dusty trousers before letting him sit. Mohinder was like a rag doll, letting Sylar move his limbs as he stripped him of his shirt, shoes and socks. “Please tell me there’s a power shower in here.”
“Nope.” Sylar pulled off his tie as if it were choking him and started to shed his clothes. “No shower at all.”
“What?!” Mohinder looked like he might cry. “I can’t sit in a tub, I can barely lift my arms.”
“Come on, I’ll help you.” Sylar reached out to him and grinned as Mohinder took his hand. He led him to the bathroom and spun round to see his lover’s reaction. Mohinder visibly relaxed and gave a look of ‘you got me’. In the candle-lit bathroom was a huge hot tub bubbling away and champagne on ice with a tray of Mohinder’s favourite candy, praline Hershey Kisses. “Happy Birthday Mohinder.” Sylar said, kissing the back of his neck and spluttering at the taste. “Yeah, you need to get scrubbed.” He pulled down Mohinder’s boxers and gave a gentle push as he stepped into the tub, sucking the air through his teeth at the heat of the water. He moaned as he sat down and the water started to ease his tired muscles. Sylar climbed into the tub in front of him and picked up a shallow plastic jug.
“Tip your head back,” he said absently as filled the jug from the bath water. Mohinder complied, sighing softly as the water flowed over his head and trickled into the bath. Sylar repeated the action three more times until he was satisfied. He squirted shampoo into his hands and started to massage it gently into Mohinder’s scalp, being careful not to catch his fingers in the tangles in his curls. He rubbed his fingers on the place where Mohinder’s hair met his neck, easing the knots beneath his skin and making him sigh as he pressed up behind his ears. “Tip back again, don’t worry I won’t let it go in your eyes.” He smiled. He placed a hand on Mohinder’s forehead and doused him with the water, rinsing until it ran clear.
Mohinder looked at Sylar amused. Concentration was written across his face as he selected a bottle of body wash and worked it into a lather in his hands. Whatever the situation, no matter how intimate or carefree, if there was a job to be done he would work out the most efficient way, forehead scrunched and eyes narrowed. He looked up at Mohinder and broke into a gorgeous smile as he realised he was being watched. He straddled his lover, beginning his ministrations on his shoulders. He smoothed the lather with flat palms before massaging firmly with his fingers and the heels of his hands. “Are you starting to feel better?” Sylar asked, noticing Mohinder’s drooping eyelids and the heavy fall and rise of his chest.
“Mmmm,” Mohinder moaned, finding it hard to stay awake under the relaxing touches. Sylar had moved to his arms and was now washing between his fingers, pulling gently on them and leaving no muscle unattended. “Love you.” He managed as he felt Sylar’s hands move to press against his chest.
“I love you too.” Sylar leaned in and kissed Mohinder’s neck just below his ear, smiling when he felt wet hands on his back. “You’re not all clean yet Mohinder.” He purred.
“I’m clean enough, time for some champagne.”
Sylar reached for the chilled bottle, letting a drip of iced water land on Mohinder’s shoulder as he brought it over and laughing as he bunched his shoulders up and bit his lip. He popped the cork expertly and poured a glass, returning the bottle to the ice bucket.
“Just one glass?” Mohinder reached for it but found it pulled away.
“We can share. Open up.”
Mohinder opened his mouth and tilted his head back as Sylar poured a little champagne onto his tongue and lapped up the drips that ran down his chin. Sylar’s tongue was soft and Mohinder hummed as he tipped champagne onto his collarbone and quickly dipped to cover it with his mouth, sucking and kissing as he went. He let his hand drift towards Mohinder’s stomach where his cock was hard and flush against his middle. “Do you want me to…take care of that for you?” Sylar slid down his body moving his head below the waterline and taking Mohinder’s cock into his mouth. Mohinder gasped, letting his head fall back. After a few minutes he came round from his blessed out state and realised how long Sylar had been under. He pulled at his shoulders until Sylar emerged, his face red from the hot water. “My God, how did you not drown?”
“Hmm,” Sylar grinned. “It’s your birthday present. I got it from that kid we rescued a few months back, remember?”
Mohinder chuckled. “And how did you do that?”
“I knew how he felt when Cassandra Nova destroyed Genosha.”
“Ok, I’ll pretend I know what that means.” Mohinder pulled him in for a kiss. The water was starting to cool and he shivered as it lapped against him.
“Want me to warm it up?” Sylar said between smacks of his lips, noticing the goosebumps.
“No, I want you to dry me off nice and slowly.” He bounced his eyebrows. “Because once I’m dry we can get into bed and you won’t have to get water in your ears.”
“Okay, deal. Out you get.” Sylar stood and climbed out of the tub, gathering Mohinder into a huge fluffy white towel as he followed.