[ficlet] Doctor Sure-Thing
Title: Doctor Sure-Thing
Author: tiptoe39 remix of Officer Park-That-Ass-Right-Here by speccygeekgrrl
Rating: PG-13 for dirty thoughts
Word Count:: 236
Summary: Matt's version.
Matt had a lot of respect for Mohinder. He was clearly an intelligent, quick-witted, well-educated person with a strong sense of justice and admirable self-control. Matt didn't think him dumb or gullible in the least.
It was just that he was so predictable.
Morning, six o'clock in the morning (Matt could remember when school started at nine), and Matt was startled awake by the sound of Mohinder lusting after his socks. Black socks, apparently, just made the outfit. He smiled, knowing immediately that this morning was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
He spent the morning playing to the soundtrack of lustful thoughts from the bed-rumpled and quite-attractive-himself man across the room.
Stretching in front of the mirror -- If we didn't have a kid to get to school, I swear I'd just throw him up against that mirror and...
Getting Molly's breakfast-- those thighs! To be between those thighs!
Bending down to snag the milk from the bottom shelf-- oh fucking God he is so lucky I don't just pull his boxers down and ream him right here!
Grabbing his tie-- Better served around his wrists... no, his eyes! a blindfold!
By twenty of, Matt was biting his lip trying desperately not to grin. He ducked into the bathroom presumably to brush his teeth, stood against the door, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He'd better let the precinct know he was gonna be late.
Author: tiptoe39 remix of Officer Park-That-Ass-Right-Here by speccygeekgrrl
Rating: PG-13 for dirty thoughts
Word Count:: 236
Summary: Matt's version.
Matt had a lot of respect for Mohinder. He was clearly an intelligent, quick-witted, well-educated person with a strong sense of justice and admirable self-control. Matt didn't think him dumb or gullible in the least.
It was just that he was so predictable.
Morning, six o'clock in the morning (Matt could remember when school started at nine), and Matt was startled awake by the sound of Mohinder lusting after his socks. Black socks, apparently, just made the outfit. He smiled, knowing immediately that this morning was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
He spent the morning playing to the soundtrack of lustful thoughts from the bed-rumpled and quite-attractive-himself man across the room.
Stretching in front of the mirror -- If we didn't have a kid to get to school, I swear I'd just throw him up against that mirror and...
Getting Molly's breakfast-- those thighs! To be between those thighs!
Bending down to snag the milk from the bottom shelf-- oh fucking God he is so lucky I don't just pull his boxers down and ream him right here!
Grabbing his tie-- Better served around his wrists... no, his eyes! a blindfold!
By twenty of, Matt was biting his lip trying desperately not to grin. He ducked into the bathroom presumably to brush his teeth, stood against the door, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He'd better let the precinct know he was gonna be late.