[for matt, brian, and roger] when it rains...

[karmic_darwin]

Dated December 5thSince Parkman's arrival, Mohinder's dreams had been dark, disturbed, even violent. Knowing that Hiro had corrected the timestream, that Molly and Nathan and he had all survived Peter exploding in the square banished them in daytime, but his subconscious mind could not let go of the timeline he had lived and died in, or left from.

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[one__song]

The worst part of it all was that Roger still found Brian startlingly attractive. Being on the receiving end of that was amazing, but even just watching the way he moved, graceful even when being so fucking cruel... It was captivating, and it had Roger, body and soul.

Until his brain caught up with both. Then he was backing out of the room, murmuring... something. It wasn't 'sorry,' he knew that, and it wasn't 'fuck you,' though God, he wished it would have been. It was just... mumbled gibberish, and as soon as his feet caught up, he was out the room, boots hitting the flooring in slow, arcing steps backward until he turned and headed for the elevator, tears stinging his eyes through the numbness. He was walking through molasses, thinking through fog, and loving through impossibility.

As the elevator doors closed, he leaned back against the back wall, hands on the guard rail. He bent his leg at the knee, stood there past the opening of the door at the top floor, then wandered numbly out, heading nowhere but so very much out of that building.

[queer_as_brian]

"Christ I miss doors," Brian muttered under his breath, speeding up again, his hand finding Mohinder's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts as he put Roger's interruption out of his mind.

[karmic_darwin]

"Should I--" Mohinder began, but the question would have to wait until after, driven from his mind by an insistent hand on his prick, which had reacted, perversely, to the ill-timed interruption by growing that much harder. What that said about his proclivities, he didn't want to consider and, in short order, was in no position to consider, since his brain shut down as firmly as the door Brian wished for. "My god, yes," he groaned instead of any of the multitudes of things he probably ought to be saying.

[queer_as_brian]

And that quickly Roger's intrusion was forgotten in favor of the slide of skin against sweaty skin, the rhythm of bodies moving together, the sound of breathless moans and gasps of pleasure that Brian so lived for.

It wasn't long before Brian's movements grew faster, his breathing becoming a ragged, shallow pant as he got close, his hand speeding up, tightening on Mohinder's cock.

[karmic_darwin]

Spitted between prick and palm, Mohinder had no choice but to go where Brian led him, not that he objected to being driven over this particular cliff. He let his hands speak his pleasure, since his mouth was busy with sweat and moans, one in Brian's hair and the other gripping his admirably tight ass to pull him deeper.

[queer_as_brian]

Deeper Brian could do; deeper and harder and faster until his body stiffened, his lips against Mohinder's, pouring the groan of release that escaped him into the other's mouth.

[karmic_darwin]

As Brian had apparently taken the invitation as one to pound his prostate as well as to deepen the penetration, Mohinder followed close behind or immediately before or at that same time. He could hardly be specific about the timing with his mind liquefying and spilling between Brian's fingers. Or so it felt as he groaned out his own orgasm, gasping for breath.

[queer_as_brian]

It was another minute or two before Brian bothered to move, pulling out carefully and discarding the condom as he stretched out on his back with a sigh of contentment, reaching for his cigarette case. Fuck not smoking inside, he wasn't going to haul his ass all the way upstairs and outside just to have a post-sex cigarette.

[karmic_darwin]

Well, now this was awkward. What did one say when the fuck had been accomplished, the distraction managed and pleasure attained? He couldn't possibly stay very long. Already sex and sweat had stolen the blurriness the alcohol had given his thoughts...ah, the alcohol.

Levering himself up, Mohinder reached across to the glass still sitting on the coaster and drank healthily. After a long silence and when Brian had finished his cigarette, he turned his attention to Brian. "Since I have a preference for not being ambushed, is there anything I ought to know about that ill-timed interruption?" In retrospect, the roommate idea seemed preposterous. Where would he sleep? And while he might be a friend, the hasty retreat made it dubious.

[queer_as_brian]

"Roger? He's a drama queen. You might want to steer clear of him for a few weeks." Brian chuckled fondly even though the words were dismissive. Truthfully if Roger were to be upset at anyone it probably wouldn't be Mohinder. He supposed he should probably track him down in the next few days and--fuck, come up with a plan like the one Roger had with Hunter, maybe.

[karmic_darwin]

Fabulous. On top of discovering the man he'd loved and given his life to follow had been the serial killer who murdered his father, Mohinder had managed to fall into bed with a man who had a lover, and a lover who was a "drama queen" at that.

Mohinder sucked down the rest of his cider and reached for Brian's. "Do you mind? I'll take both glasses to the kitchen on my way out." On his way out, because he had absolutely no intention of staying long enough for round two and more drama. The last thing he needed was a black eye even if you wouldn't be able to see it against his skin.

[queer_as_brian]

Brian waved a hand dismissively. "Knock yourself out." He was done, a fair amount of time had passed, and Mohinder was free to let himself out. Brian didn't need the cider anymore, and it saved him a trip upstairs. Everything worked out fine.

[karmic_darwin]

"As long as Roger doesn't, I'll call it a victory." Mohinder ran a hand through his hair and considered the appropriate parting statement. In the end, he settled on the simplest, rising and draining the rest of the cider even while he pulled on his trousers.

"I imagine I'll see you around." Not 'thank you' since both had gotten what they wanted out of it. Not 'I hope I'll see you' because frankly so long as Brian didn't die he couldn't possibly care less. In fact, it might be preferable not to. Not that the sex hadn't been lovely, just that this wasn't something he normally did and it might be awkward later to say no if Brian thought it might happen again.

Once he'd pulled on his shirt and shoes, he jerked his chin toward Brian, smiled wryly, and then took his leave.

[queer_as_brian]

"In this place? Probably," Brian drawled, watching Mohinder until he left and then closing his eyes with a smile.