Fic: Some Mistakes Are Bigger Than Others
Title: Some Mistakes Are Bigger Than Others
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Mohinder/Sylar
Words: 1350
Warnings: PWP.
Spoilers: Through 1-16 ("Unexpected")
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not writing this for profit.
X-posted at
un_love_you ,
mylar_fic and
heroes_slash
A/N: It was brought to my attention that I haven't written actual porn lately. This was done for the table I claimed at
un_love_you , prompt: “Always wondered what this'd be like.” Hopefully it will help rectify the situation.
He’d never had any doubt what the future held for him: career, marriage, a family. He genuinely liked women, and caught himself staring at the ones he found attractive, just like any of his friends. When he jerked off, he thought about warm breasts underneath him and his name being called out by someone with long hair twining seductively around her delicate face.
But he could admit to himself that there were moments when he wanted to know how it would feel to have a cock in his hand that wasn’t his own.
When he’d imagined it, though, he’d always seen himself as the one in charge, on top, giving orders. That had certainly been what he’d expected after the shy look he’d gotten in response to his kiss. As they’d slowly pulled off each other’s clothes, pausing frequently to kiss and touch, he had realized that it felt just as good to embrace a body that was hairy and wiry as it did to hold one that was soft and curvy. He had lost himself in arousal, and somehow he’d ended up being the one on all fours as Zane knelt behind him, his warm slick fingertips just barely teasing inside Mohinder.
He was mildly surprised that Zane was this aggressive, but...well, people could surprise you sometimes.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Mohinder lied, suddenly nervous. It was one thing to wonder about it, and quite another to suddenly be here doing it, with no way to back out - he suddenly gasped as Zane pushed inside him. He must have mistaken Mohinder’s reaction for pain, because he stopped, and then began again even more slowly. When he was finally all the way inside, his thighs brushing against the backs of Mohinder’s, Mohinder let out a long shuddering breath.
“Just relax,” Zane said, his hands moving up Mohinder’s sides. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“No,” Mohinder admitted. Zane’s hands pulled his shoulders up and back, slowly and carefully, until he was leaning back against Zane’s chest.
“So why now?” Zane murmured in his ear. “Why me?”
“Because...” What could he say? Because at first I wasn’t sure about traveling with you, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I’m happier than I’ve been in months? Because there are moments when you aren’t being nervous, or downright odd, when I think you’re drowning in the same sense of loneliness as I? Because you don’t cover yourself in scent like so many people here, and when you lean close to me, I swear I can smell your skin? Because last night I had a dream about you sucking me off and now I want to make it come true?
“I told you this morning, Mohinder.” Zane kissed his neck softly. “It’s fate. We were meant to be together. Everything that’s happened, everything we’ve done, was a necessary step along the path that brought us here.”
Before Mohinder could respond, he wrapped his arms around Mohinder’s torso and started to move. It somehow managed to be uncomfortable and pleasurable at once - like the man himself, I suppose, Mohinder thought. He laid his arms over top of Zane’s and closed his eyes, and let himself feel. He definitely could smell his body now, with fresh sweat breaking out on him, and the cock that was sliding in and out seemed absolutely huge. Mohinder’s thumb just happened to be on the pulse point in Zane’s wrist and Mohinder could feel his heartbeat speeding up, along with his rhythm and the warm breath against his neck.
“Mohinder…oh, fuck...” Zane suddenly bit down on his shoulder so hard that it felt like he might be drawing blood, and started thrusting with equal intensity. Mohinder protested, but he ignored it for several seconds before letting go with his teeth and pressing the side of his head against Mohinder’s.
One more thrust and Zane was suddenly crying out in his ear and digging fingernails into his stomach. It was an alien sensation, having someone come inside him instead of around him, but the thrill of it more than made up for the twinges of pain in various parts of his body.
“I’m sorry,” Zane said as they lay facing each other afterwards. “It’s been a while, and I guess...I guess I got kind of carried away.”
“I’m not complaining,” Mohinder said with a laugh.
“But you haven’t come yet,” Zane whispered. His hand rubbed over Mohinder’s erection and then pressed gently on his shoulder, urging him onto his back. “Let me see if I can find something else you’ll like better.”
They kissed again, like they had when Mohinder had taken the bucket of ice away from him and pushed him back against the door, only this time it was Zane’s tongue in Mohinder’s mouth. Mohinder jerked and moaned as that hand wrapped around him again. He grabbed Zane’s arm and felt the muscles in his arm move as he slowly jacked Mohinder off.
There was one moment when they broke for air, and Zane moved the hand that was behind Mohinder’s neck to his temple, brushing the hair back from it. He stared down with a half-smile and a look in his eyes that...the word predatory was the one that came to Mohinder’s suddenly-uneasy mind. But then the palm of his hand rubbed over the head of Mohinder’s cock and tightened around his foreskin, and Mohinder suddenly couldn’t think any more.
When he came, his hips arched upwards against Zane’s hand and Zane kept stroking him, kissing him, holding him down until he had control over his body again.
When he finally relaxed and started breathing regularly, Zane leaned on one elbow and gazed down at him. He trailed sticky fingers up Mohinder’s stomach and chest and traced the outline of his bottom lip, with that expression still in his eyes. Then he closed them for a moment, and when he opened them he looked like Zane again, nervous and unsure.
Mohinder wasn’t sure what to do next, himself. This was the point where women usually wanted to lie up against him and talk about nothing. But what was proper etiquette after sex with a man? Especially when part of his mind was panicking, because he’d enjoyed that so much that he couldn’t possibly be as straight as he’d thought he was?
Zane solved his dilemma for him by rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. They laid there for a minute, and Mohinder finally said, “I’m, um...going to take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Mohinder paused before shutting the bathroom door and glanced back at him, still looking upwards without moving. Damn. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after this, but he had the bad feeling that he might have irreparably damaged the situation just when things were starting to go well for him. He suddenly felt that something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what it was, and so was clueless on how to fix it.
He took his time under the water, thinking all the while, and when he came out fifteen minutes later, Zane was gone. A note lay on the table, in that precise printing of his: I need a little time to myself right now. I’ll see you in the morning - how about breakfast at that coffee shop we saw the signs for, before we head back up to Dale’s? Sleep well.
He smiled sadly and pulled some clean clothes from his bag. Then he plugged his laptop into the phone line and waited for the torturously slow connection to come up - he shouldn’t complain, he should be grateful that this cheap motel offered anything at all.
But as he waited, something nagged at him. And when he opened the internet browser, instead of doing the work he’d intended to do, he typed into the search window: “Zane Taylor”.
He sat there for a moment, his finger hovering over the “enter” key.
Then he snapped the laptop shut and stretched out on the bed where they’d just fucked.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Mohinder/Sylar
Words: 1350
Warnings: PWP.
Spoilers: Through 1-16 ("Unexpected")
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not writing this for profit.
X-posted at
un_love_you ,
mylar_fic and
heroes_slash
A/N: It was brought to my attention that I haven't written actual porn lately. This was done for the table I claimed at
un_love_you , prompt: “Always wondered what this'd be like.” Hopefully it will help rectify the situation.
He’d never had any doubt what the future held for him: career, marriage, a family. He genuinely liked women, and caught himself staring at the ones he found attractive, just like any of his friends. When he jerked off, he thought about warm breasts underneath him and his name being called out by someone with long hair twining seductively around her delicate face.
But he could admit to himself that there were moments when he wanted to know how it would feel to have a cock in his hand that wasn’t his own.
When he’d imagined it, though, he’d always seen himself as the one in charge, on top, giving orders. That had certainly been what he’d expected after the shy look he’d gotten in response to his kiss. As they’d slowly pulled off each other’s clothes, pausing frequently to kiss and touch, he had realized that it felt just as good to embrace a body that was hairy and wiry as it did to hold one that was soft and curvy. He had lost himself in arousal, and somehow he’d ended up being the one on all fours as Zane knelt behind him, his warm slick fingertips just barely teasing inside Mohinder.
He was mildly surprised that Zane was this aggressive, but...well, people could surprise you sometimes.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Mohinder lied, suddenly nervous. It was one thing to wonder about it, and quite another to suddenly be here doing it, with no way to back out - he suddenly gasped as Zane pushed inside him. He must have mistaken Mohinder’s reaction for pain, because he stopped, and then began again even more slowly. When he was finally all the way inside, his thighs brushing against the backs of Mohinder’s, Mohinder let out a long shuddering breath.
“Just relax,” Zane said, his hands moving up Mohinder’s sides. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“No,” Mohinder admitted. Zane’s hands pulled his shoulders up and back, slowly and carefully, until he was leaning back against Zane’s chest.
“So why now?” Zane murmured in his ear. “Why me?”
“Because...” What could he say? Because at first I wasn’t sure about traveling with you, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I’m happier than I’ve been in months? Because there are moments when you aren’t being nervous, or downright odd, when I think you’re drowning in the same sense of loneliness as I? Because you don’t cover yourself in scent like so many people here, and when you lean close to me, I swear I can smell your skin? Because last night I had a dream about you sucking me off and now I want to make it come true?
“I told you this morning, Mohinder.” Zane kissed his neck softly. “It’s fate. We were meant to be together. Everything that’s happened, everything we’ve done, was a necessary step along the path that brought us here.”
Before Mohinder could respond, he wrapped his arms around Mohinder’s torso and started to move. It somehow managed to be uncomfortable and pleasurable at once - like the man himself, I suppose, Mohinder thought. He laid his arms over top of Zane’s and closed his eyes, and let himself feel. He definitely could smell his body now, with fresh sweat breaking out on him, and the cock that was sliding in and out seemed absolutely huge. Mohinder’s thumb just happened to be on the pulse point in Zane’s wrist and Mohinder could feel his heartbeat speeding up, along with his rhythm and the warm breath against his neck.
“Mohinder…oh, fuck...” Zane suddenly bit down on his shoulder so hard that it felt like he might be drawing blood, and started thrusting with equal intensity. Mohinder protested, but he ignored it for several seconds before letting go with his teeth and pressing the side of his head against Mohinder’s.
One more thrust and Zane was suddenly crying out in his ear and digging fingernails into his stomach. It was an alien sensation, having someone come inside him instead of around him, but the thrill of it more than made up for the twinges of pain in various parts of his body.
“I’m sorry,” Zane said as they lay facing each other afterwards. “It’s been a while, and I guess...I guess I got kind of carried away.”
“I’m not complaining,” Mohinder said with a laugh.
“But you haven’t come yet,” Zane whispered. His hand rubbed over Mohinder’s erection and then pressed gently on his shoulder, urging him onto his back. “Let me see if I can find something else you’ll like better.”
They kissed again, like they had when Mohinder had taken the bucket of ice away from him and pushed him back against the door, only this time it was Zane’s tongue in Mohinder’s mouth. Mohinder jerked and moaned as that hand wrapped around him again. He grabbed Zane’s arm and felt the muscles in his arm move as he slowly jacked Mohinder off.
There was one moment when they broke for air, and Zane moved the hand that was behind Mohinder’s neck to his temple, brushing the hair back from it. He stared down with a half-smile and a look in his eyes that...the word predatory was the one that came to Mohinder’s suddenly-uneasy mind. But then the palm of his hand rubbed over the head of Mohinder’s cock and tightened around his foreskin, and Mohinder suddenly couldn’t think any more.
When he came, his hips arched upwards against Zane’s hand and Zane kept stroking him, kissing him, holding him down until he had control over his body again.
When he finally relaxed and started breathing regularly, Zane leaned on one elbow and gazed down at him. He trailed sticky fingers up Mohinder’s stomach and chest and traced the outline of his bottom lip, with that expression still in his eyes. Then he closed them for a moment, and when he opened them he looked like Zane again, nervous and unsure.
Mohinder wasn’t sure what to do next, himself. This was the point where women usually wanted to lie up against him and talk about nothing. But what was proper etiquette after sex with a man? Especially when part of his mind was panicking, because he’d enjoyed that so much that he couldn’t possibly be as straight as he’d thought he was?
Zane solved his dilemma for him by rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. They laid there for a minute, and Mohinder finally said, “I’m, um...going to take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Mohinder paused before shutting the bathroom door and glanced back at him, still looking upwards without moving. Damn. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after this, but he had the bad feeling that he might have irreparably damaged the situation just when things were starting to go well for him. He suddenly felt that something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what it was, and so was clueless on how to fix it.
He took his time under the water, thinking all the while, and when he came out fifteen minutes later, Zane was gone. A note lay on the table, in that precise printing of his: I need a little time to myself right now. I’ll see you in the morning - how about breakfast at that coffee shop we saw the signs for, before we head back up to Dale’s? Sleep well.
He smiled sadly and pulled some clean clothes from his bag. Then he plugged his laptop into the phone line and waited for the torturously slow connection to come up - he shouldn’t complain, he should be grateful that this cheap motel offered anything at all.
But as he waited, something nagged at him. And when he opened the internet browser, instead of doing the work he’d intended to do, he typed into the search window: “Zane Taylor”.
He sat there for a moment, his finger hovering over the “enter” key.
Then he snapped the laptop shut and stretched out on the bed where they’d just fucked.