FIclet: Wearing Pink | Heroes | Matt/Mohinder | PG-13 | 1/1
Title: Wearing Pink
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 237
Prompt: for comment_fic, Matt/Mohinder: boys don't wear pink
Summary: Mohinder can see right through Matt's antics.
Disclaimer: Kring and NBC own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I guess this breaks my ficcish hiatus. :p Thank gods I'm writing again. I was really worried I'd completely burnt out! O_O But I'm still gonna take it easy with the f-list for a while, and this is just a little taste of fic to get my feet wet again. Just trying to find a balance, you know?
Wearing Pink
Mohinder can't help a gasp of surprise when Matt grasps his shoulder with a strong hand and spins him away from the mirror, interrupting his tie-tying mid-adjustment. "Matt, what are you--?"
"Are you seriously wearing a pink tie?" Matt asks incredulously.
"Of course. I understand it compliments my skin tone quite well."
"Mohinder, boys don't wear pink." With that same strong hand, he hooks a finger over the knot of the tie and starts to pull it loose, insisting, "Here, let me take care of that for you."
Shocked into silence, Mohinder gapes at Matt wide-eyed, heat flushing his skin at the unexpected manhandling; his lover's brusqueness has always been such a surprising turn-on. So just as the narrow end of the tie slips from beneath his collar, he can't help himself anymore. Grabbing Matt by his own pale blue shirt collar, he yanks him close and crushes a kiss against his lips.
When he pulls back some time later, tingles of adrenaline curling his toes and heat building low in his gut, he whispers, "If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask."
"Am I that transparent?" Matt chuckles mischievously.
"Like glass. You know damned well I wear pink on a regular basis. Now finish what you started, or else we'll never get out of here this morning."
Matt's devilish grin and his fingers popping the buttons on his crisp white shirt are the only answer Mohinder needs.
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Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 237
Prompt: for comment_fic, Matt/Mohinder: boys don't wear pink
Summary: Mohinder can see right through Matt's antics.
Disclaimer: Kring and NBC own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I guess this breaks my ficcish hiatus. :p Thank gods I'm writing again. I was really worried I'd completely burnt out! O_O But I'm still gonna take it easy with the f-list for a while, and this is just a little taste of fic to get my feet wet again. Just trying to find a balance, you know?
Wearing Pink
Mohinder can't help a gasp of surprise when Matt grasps his shoulder with a strong hand and spins him away from the mirror, interrupting his tie-tying mid-adjustment. "Matt, what are you--?"
"Are you seriously wearing a pink tie?" Matt asks incredulously.
"Of course. I understand it compliments my skin tone quite well."
"Mohinder, boys don't wear pink." With that same strong hand, he hooks a finger over the knot of the tie and starts to pull it loose, insisting, "Here, let me take care of that for you."
Shocked into silence, Mohinder gapes at Matt wide-eyed, heat flushing his skin at the unexpected manhandling; his lover's brusqueness has always been such a surprising turn-on. So just as the narrow end of the tie slips from beneath his collar, he can't help himself anymore. Grabbing Matt by his own pale blue shirt collar, he yanks him close and crushes a kiss against his lips.
When he pulls back some time later, tingles of adrenaline curling his toes and heat building low in his gut, he whispers, "If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask."
"Am I that transparent?" Matt chuckles mischievously.
"Like glass. You know damned well I wear pink on a regular basis. Now finish what you started, or else we'll never get out of here this morning."
Matt's devilish grin and his fingers popping the buttons on his crisp white shirt are the only answer Mohinder needs.
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