Title: Soapsuds
Pairing: Ando/Mohinder
Word Count: 509
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for
speccygeekgrrl's kink list. Using for
a_to_z_prompts.
Summary: Ando and Mohinder shower together.
Mohinder sighs as he feels Ando's fingers easing the shampoo through his wet hair. The water from the shower, slightly too hot to be comfortable, rushes down over them. Ando stands behind them and together they are cramped into the shower stall that is clearly only designed for one person. It makes Mohinder glad that he isn't claustrophobic. His eyes close and he relaxes under Ando's care as Ando becomes more confident and less tentative.
The suds pour over his body, down his bare back and over his ass before dripping down the drain beneath their feet. "Tilt your head back," Ando asks, quietly, and Mohinder moves his head into the more direct stream of the shower. His hands massage Mohinder's head as he rinses his hair clean for him, the hotel's shampoo washing away all the weight of the day for them. Huddled in this small cubicle with Ando, Mohinder can act as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. It isn't a luxury he can often afford himself.
When his hair is clean Ando reaches around his body to grasp the soap instead, making a quiet sound of alarm when he nearly drops it. Mohinder can't help but smile broadly as he reaches out to help Ando hold onto it. Together, hands working in unison, they lather up and wash their skin together, hands rubbing at Mohinder's chest - and Ando's fingers taking far more time to 'wash' Mohinder's nipples than is really necessary. Mohinder turns his head to the side so that he can kiss the side of Ando's mouth and whisper, "You're trying to drive me mad, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Ando says, his accented voice ragged. "Is it working?"
"Almost," Mohinder says. He guides Ando's hand lower down until their hands wrap together around his cock. His other hand reaches out to steady himself against the cold tiles of the shower wall and he can feel Ando's cock pressing against him from behind. As the water pours down onto their bodies, washing the day away, their hands move and Ando ruts against Mohinder's ass then the wet, soft skin between his thighs, finding the perfect place to get himself off. He pushes against Mohinder's back, surprising strong considering his slim body, and Mohinder leans more firmly against the shower wall, their hands offering fast friction to his dick in the heated rush to get off. His moans are swallowed by the sound of the shower and yet he can hear the rushed sound of Ando's breathing from behind him. He bites down on his bottom lip, eyes closing tightly as he desperately longs to come.
When it happens it almost takes him by surprise, his hips jerking forward as he climaxes, come splattering against the wall. Ando groans loudly and continues to rut against him but it isn't long until he follows as well. They lean against each other, the shower water beginning to run cold, and Mohinder smiles in satisfaction; the worries of their daily lives seem too far away to worry about now.