Heroes Fic: I See Your Many Faces; NC-17 (Matt/Mohinder)
Fandom: Heroes, written for the Anonymous Kink Challenge
Prompt: Mohinder/Matt, making a sex tape
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Just a quickie, 1550
I See Your Many Faces
After living with the man for a year, and having sex with him for the last nine months, Matt feels like he’s better qualified than anyone he knows (hopefully) to say with absolute certainty that Mohinder Suresh is one kinky damn bastard.
His first clue came even before they’d started having sex, when Matt was just out of the hospital and still recovering from his gunshot wounds, and he’d started running a low fever. Really, Matt thinks, does anyone actually take a temperature the ‘old-fashioned way’ anymore? And what does it say about himself, Matt wonders, that he hadn’t protested (much)? He’d let Mohinder roll him on his side and spread his cheeks, and he’d just laid there with a red face and a stiffening cock while he’d tried to ignore the feel of Mohinder’s cool hand resting against the fever-warm skin of his buttocks, tried to ignore Mohinder’s scattered thoughts of, such broad shoulders…strong back…nice ass, actually.
A month later, when Molly had the sniffles and Mohinder had come from his room with one of those nice, modern digital ear thermometers, Matt had looked at Mohinder with raised eyebrows that asked the question clearly, “What the hell?” and Mohinder, eyes cast down, had said nothing, only smiled a devious little smile.
So reserved, outwardly. So dignified and proper and neatly contained. That’s what the world sees when they look at Mohinder, Matt thinks. He should know - it’s exactly what he saw when they first met, when the only thoughts he’d heard running through Mo’s head were thoughts of how best to protect Molly.
But now? Now, when Matt looks at Mohinder, he sees something entirely different; he sees one of a hundred different images of Mohinder being the very antithesis of ‘reserved’ and ‘proper’. He sees Mo on all fours with sweat dripping down his slender back as he looks over his shoulder at Matt and beseeches him to push more, more of that foot long, black rubber dildo into his already impossibly stretched hole. He sees Mohinder draped over his lap, warm belly pressing against Matt’s thighs and fingers gripping the sofa cushions as Matt slaps Mohinder’s upturned ass with rapid-fire, stinging cracks that leave Mo’s cheeks a fiery red. Good times, Matt thinks. So many good times, and every single one of them instigated by the oh-so-refined and elegant Mohinder Suresh.
And now, Mohinder wants to try something new. Matt had learned soon after they became physically involved that Mohinder enjoys watching porn. Loves it, really. Late at night, after Molly’s asleep, they lock their bedroom door, pop in a DVD, curl up together in bed, and hold and rub and stroke and kiss while they watch strangers fuck and suck and just generally do the dirtiest things imaginable. Sometimes, the dialogue in the movie is so bad that it’s difficult for either of them to stop laughing long enough to get each other off, and Mohinder always says, “One day, we’re going to make our own tape, Matt, you and me, and no one is going to say, ‘Ooooh, give it to me baby, give me your hard rod’,” and Matt always answers, “Or, how about…’Here it comes stud, here comes my hot cream’,” and they both laugh and Mo says again, “One day.”
Apparently, Matt thinks, ‘one day’ is today.
He comes home from work to a quiet apartment and immediately registers Molly’s absence, but Mohinder quickly puts his mind at ease. “Peter and Hiro volunteered to babysit, so relax, Matt,” Mohinder says with a smile that looks decidedly mischievous and Matt’s dick is instantly on full-alert.
Mohinder has cooked Matt’s favorite meal, and there are candles, and so much wine that Matt knows Mo is working up to something that he suspects Matt will need to be really relaxed to enjoy. Matt resists the urge to peek into Mo’s mind because if he’s learned anything over the last year, it’s that he can trust Mohinder completely and that when Mo is in one of these moods, it’s going to be good, so he might as well relax and let it happen.
After dessert (and more wine), Mohinder smiles that up-to-something smile again and goes to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look back at Matt, tilt his head and crook his finger in a definite ‘well, come on then’ sort of way and then laugh when Matt knocks his chair over in his haste to follow.
Butterflies. About a million of them have taken up sudden residence in Matt’s stomach when he walks through the bedroom door and sees more candles, and their nicest sheets on the bed, and the video camera on a tripod. Considering some of the things they’ve done together, filming themselves having sex is pretty vanilla, really. But that thought does nothing to calm Matt’s nerves because Matt knows that it’s not what they’ll be doing that makes him nervous - it’s how he’ll look doing it in the video when they watch it later.
Sometimes he thinks that Mohinder is only interested in him because he doesn’t truly see Matt. He thinks, irrationally, that when Mo sees him on that tape, in all his big, hairy, 200-plus-pound glory that Mo will finally see the real Matt Parkman, and Matt isn’t ready for that. But this is something Mohinder really wants to do and he’s gone to a lot of trouble this evening and Matt can’t deny him this, so he takes a deep breath and says, “Where do you want me?”
So exposed. Matt has never felt so completely naked before and he knows that he’s holding his body stiff and tight, and he feels cold and he’s shivering and oh, great, now he’s got goose bumps (that’ll look really attractive on tape) but then Mo is there and he’s naked, too and so, so warm and he rubs his hands all over Matt until the goose bumps fade.
They hadn’t decided beforehand who was going to do what, but things just kind of happen naturally and after an extended session of foreplay, Matt finds himself on his back with his legs spread and raised and Mo’s between them, looking down into Matt’s eyes as he thrusts, his hips snapping quick and hard, until Matt reaches up and grips his own cock and with only a few firm tugs, comes in hard, convulsing shudders, spraying Mo’s chest with warm semen that stands out, white and creamy, against Mo’s smooth, brown skin.
Mohinder moves faster and faster and Matt knows he’s close, so close, and then something possesses Mo to say, “Ready for my love juice, stud?” and they both burst into helpless laughter and Matt thinks that it must be what pushes Mohinder over the edge because he collapses onto Matt, still laughing so hard it almost sounds like he’s sobbing, and buries his face in Matt’s neck and Matt can feel Mohinder’s cock, still deep inside, pulsing his release.
They stay like that for a long time and Matt rubs Mo’s back and kisses his hair and thinks that this part probably doesn’t make for the most exciting sex tape, but it’s his favorite part, so he doesn’t feel the need to rush.
Later, all freshly showered and comfortable in flannel pajama pants, they curl up in bed and settle in to watch their newly-made tape. At the first sight of himself naked, on-screen, Matt tenses, shaking his head and cringing. Mo looks at him and says, “What?” but Matt just shakes his head again and says, “Nothing.”
They watch the tape, Matt waiting anxiously for that moment when Mohinder will finally, truly see the ‘real’ Matt, and somewhere, about ten minutes in, Matt suddenly sees something he’s never noticed before. Matt has looked at Mohinder and seen the dignified, reserved scientist. And he’s looked at Mohinder and seen the shockingly sexual being who’s fulfilled every kinky fantasy Matt never even knew he had. But this? This is new to Matt, the way Mohinder, in the tape, is looking at him. Mo’s eyes are warm and adoring and filled with…what is that? Desire? Love? Both, Matt decides, and turns to Mohinder beside him in bed and realizes that Mo is looking at him like that right now; always has looked at him that way, Matt just never realized.
Mohinder smiles at him, says, “I look so…bony! Do I always look so emaciated?” and Matt laughs and says, “Are you kidding me? You look amazing,” and kisses him. Then Matt screws up his courage and says, “What about me? I’m not exactly centerfold material here,” and he waits nervously (knowing from the heat in his cheeks that he’s blushing) to see what Mo will say.
“I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” Mohinder says, and Matt breaks his own rule against looking into Mo’s mind without permission and hears, so strong, so solid, as Mohinder begins kissing his chest; love the hair here…so soft, Mo thinks as he swirls his fingertips through Matt’s chest hair; so masculine, all man…all mine, Matt hears as Mohinder licks, then takes a nipple into his mouth.
Apparently, Mohinder has a fetish for big, hairy men, Matt thinks with a grin. Lucky for him, Mohinder Suresh is one kinky damn bastard.
Prompt: Mohinder/Matt, making a sex tape
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Just a quickie, 1550
I See Your Many Faces
After living with the man for a year, and having sex with him for the last nine months, Matt feels like he’s better qualified than anyone he knows (hopefully) to say with absolute certainty that Mohinder Suresh is one kinky damn bastard.
His first clue came even before they’d started having sex, when Matt was just out of the hospital and still recovering from his gunshot wounds, and he’d started running a low fever. Really, Matt thinks, does anyone actually take a temperature the ‘old-fashioned way’ anymore? And what does it say about himself, Matt wonders, that he hadn’t protested (much)? He’d let Mohinder roll him on his side and spread his cheeks, and he’d just laid there with a red face and a stiffening cock while he’d tried to ignore the feel of Mohinder’s cool hand resting against the fever-warm skin of his buttocks, tried to ignore Mohinder’s scattered thoughts of, such broad shoulders…strong back…nice ass, actually.
A month later, when Molly had the sniffles and Mohinder had come from his room with one of those nice, modern digital ear thermometers, Matt had looked at Mohinder with raised eyebrows that asked the question clearly, “What the hell?” and Mohinder, eyes cast down, had said nothing, only smiled a devious little smile.
So reserved, outwardly. So dignified and proper and neatly contained. That’s what the world sees when they look at Mohinder, Matt thinks. He should know - it’s exactly what he saw when they first met, when the only thoughts he’d heard running through Mo’s head were thoughts of how best to protect Molly.
But now? Now, when Matt looks at Mohinder, he sees something entirely different; he sees one of a hundred different images of Mohinder being the very antithesis of ‘reserved’ and ‘proper’. He sees Mo on all fours with sweat dripping down his slender back as he looks over his shoulder at Matt and beseeches him to push more, more of that foot long, black rubber dildo into his already impossibly stretched hole. He sees Mohinder draped over his lap, warm belly pressing against Matt’s thighs and fingers gripping the sofa cushions as Matt slaps Mohinder’s upturned ass with rapid-fire, stinging cracks that leave Mo’s cheeks a fiery red. Good times, Matt thinks. So many good times, and every single one of them instigated by the oh-so-refined and elegant Mohinder Suresh.
And now, Mohinder wants to try something new. Matt had learned soon after they became physically involved that Mohinder enjoys watching porn. Loves it, really. Late at night, after Molly’s asleep, they lock their bedroom door, pop in a DVD, curl up together in bed, and hold and rub and stroke and kiss while they watch strangers fuck and suck and just generally do the dirtiest things imaginable. Sometimes, the dialogue in the movie is so bad that it’s difficult for either of them to stop laughing long enough to get each other off, and Mohinder always says, “One day, we’re going to make our own tape, Matt, you and me, and no one is going to say, ‘Ooooh, give it to me baby, give me your hard rod’,” and Matt always answers, “Or, how about…’Here it comes stud, here comes my hot cream’,” and they both laugh and Mo says again, “One day.”
Apparently, Matt thinks, ‘one day’ is today.
He comes home from work to a quiet apartment and immediately registers Molly’s absence, but Mohinder quickly puts his mind at ease. “Peter and Hiro volunteered to babysit, so relax, Matt,” Mohinder says with a smile that looks decidedly mischievous and Matt’s dick is instantly on full-alert.
Mohinder has cooked Matt’s favorite meal, and there are candles, and so much wine that Matt knows Mo is working up to something that he suspects Matt will need to be really relaxed to enjoy. Matt resists the urge to peek into Mo’s mind because if he’s learned anything over the last year, it’s that he can trust Mohinder completely and that when Mo is in one of these moods, it’s going to be good, so he might as well relax and let it happen.
After dessert (and more wine), Mohinder smiles that up-to-something smile again and goes to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look back at Matt, tilt his head and crook his finger in a definite ‘well, come on then’ sort of way and then laugh when Matt knocks his chair over in his haste to follow.
Butterflies. About a million of them have taken up sudden residence in Matt’s stomach when he walks through the bedroom door and sees more candles, and their nicest sheets on the bed, and the video camera on a tripod. Considering some of the things they’ve done together, filming themselves having sex is pretty vanilla, really. But that thought does nothing to calm Matt’s nerves because Matt knows that it’s not what they’ll be doing that makes him nervous - it’s how he’ll look doing it in the video when they watch it later.
Sometimes he thinks that Mohinder is only interested in him because he doesn’t truly see Matt. He thinks, irrationally, that when Mo sees him on that tape, in all his big, hairy, 200-plus-pound glory that Mo will finally see the real Matt Parkman, and Matt isn’t ready for that. But this is something Mohinder really wants to do and he’s gone to a lot of trouble this evening and Matt can’t deny him this, so he takes a deep breath and says, “Where do you want me?”
So exposed. Matt has never felt so completely naked before and he knows that he’s holding his body stiff and tight, and he feels cold and he’s shivering and oh, great, now he’s got goose bumps (that’ll look really attractive on tape) but then Mo is there and he’s naked, too and so, so warm and he rubs his hands all over Matt until the goose bumps fade.
They hadn’t decided beforehand who was going to do what, but things just kind of happen naturally and after an extended session of foreplay, Matt finds himself on his back with his legs spread and raised and Mo’s between them, looking down into Matt’s eyes as he thrusts, his hips snapping quick and hard, until Matt reaches up and grips his own cock and with only a few firm tugs, comes in hard, convulsing shudders, spraying Mo’s chest with warm semen that stands out, white and creamy, against Mo’s smooth, brown skin.
Mohinder moves faster and faster and Matt knows he’s close, so close, and then something possesses Mo to say, “Ready for my love juice, stud?” and they both burst into helpless laughter and Matt thinks that it must be what pushes Mohinder over the edge because he collapses onto Matt, still laughing so hard it almost sounds like he’s sobbing, and buries his face in Matt’s neck and Matt can feel Mohinder’s cock, still deep inside, pulsing his release.
They stay like that for a long time and Matt rubs Mo’s back and kisses his hair and thinks that this part probably doesn’t make for the most exciting sex tape, but it’s his favorite part, so he doesn’t feel the need to rush.
Later, all freshly showered and comfortable in flannel pajama pants, they curl up in bed and settle in to watch their newly-made tape. At the first sight of himself naked, on-screen, Matt tenses, shaking his head and cringing. Mo looks at him and says, “What?” but Matt just shakes his head again and says, “Nothing.”
They watch the tape, Matt waiting anxiously for that moment when Mohinder will finally, truly see the ‘real’ Matt, and somewhere, about ten minutes in, Matt suddenly sees something he’s never noticed before. Matt has looked at Mohinder and seen the dignified, reserved scientist. And he’s looked at Mohinder and seen the shockingly sexual being who’s fulfilled every kinky fantasy Matt never even knew he had. But this? This is new to Matt, the way Mohinder, in the tape, is looking at him. Mo’s eyes are warm and adoring and filled with…what is that? Desire? Love? Both, Matt decides, and turns to Mohinder beside him in bed and realizes that Mo is looking at him like that right now; always has looked at him that way, Matt just never realized.
Mohinder smiles at him, says, “I look so…bony! Do I always look so emaciated?” and Matt laughs and says, “Are you kidding me? You look amazing,” and kisses him. Then Matt screws up his courage and says, “What about me? I’m not exactly centerfold material here,” and he waits nervously (knowing from the heat in his cheeks that he’s blushing) to see what Mo will say.
“I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” Mohinder says, and Matt breaks his own rule against looking into Mo’s mind without permission and hears, so strong, so solid, as Mohinder begins kissing his chest; love the hair here…so soft, Mo thinks as he swirls his fingertips through Matt’s chest hair; so masculine, all man…all mine, Matt hears as Mohinder licks, then takes a nipple into his mouth.
Apparently, Mohinder has a fetish for big, hairy men, Matt thinks with a grin. Lucky for him, Mohinder Suresh is one kinky damn bastard.