Fic: Traditional
Title: Traditional
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Gabriel/Mohinder
Rating: G
Summary: Gabriel shares a holiday tradition with Mohinder. (For the mylar_fic Holiday Contest. Prompt: Mistletoe)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Slash
Author's Note: Now there is art to go along with the story!
“I-it’s nothing much really,” Gabriel stammered nervously, wiping his palms vigorously against the side of his khaki pants. It was early winter, but the inside of his watch shop suddenly felt like the surface of the sun. “Just a little something that I, uh, thought you might like.”
Gabriel could practically feel his heart beat in the tips of his fingers and hear it thrumming in his ears as he watched Mohinder turn the brightly wrapped package in his hands, studying the box curiously with his wide brown eyes.
“This is very thoughtful,” Mohinder told him, his bright smile making the young man’s knees feel like wet paper. “Um, should I open it now or wait until Christmas?”
“Uh, whatever you want to do,” he said, trying his best to sound casual and indifferent, but inside he was a bundle of nerves. He honestly didn’t know whether it would be better if the other man should open it now, right in front of him, or later when he was out of sight. On the one hand, if Mohinder opened his present now and hated it, his heart would be crushed. On the other hand, if Mohinder waited until later, the anticipation just might kill him.
“I think I’ll open it now,” the Indian announced. He ripped open the jovial packaging with ease, leaving the tattered remains in a pile on the floor. If Gabriel weren’t so enamored, so captivated by the Indian’s very movements, he might have been a bit peeved at the mess he was creating. Of course, as usual, infatuation won out over anal-retentive compulsion as Mohinder’s eyes lit up at the sight of his gift. “I’ve been searching for this book for months! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess?” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Thank you! This is so sweet.”
Without warning, Mohinder took another step towards him, closing the gap between their bodies as he pulled them together in a friendly hug. Gabriel moaned, his head swimming as Mohinder’s enchanting sent filled is nostrils, his warmth engulfed his body, and his soft black curls brushed against his cheek. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, but it was just enough to cause Gabriel’s knees to give out under his weight.
“Gabriel!” Mohinder gasped, clutching the taller man by his bicep in an attempt to hold him upright. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” he lied, his brain still reeling from the memory of Mohinder’s arms being wrapped around his shoulders.
Mohinder let out an uneasy laugh as he helped the watchmaker regain his balance. His laughter faded away when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something above him. “What is that?”
Gabriel tilted his head upward, following Mohinder’s line of sight to the leafy green plant taped to the ceiling. “Oh, it looks like we’re standing under the mistletoe,” he commented innocently, as if he hadn’t carefully positioned the two men so that they were standing directly underneath the holiday decoration.
“Mistletoe?” Mohinder repeated skeptically.
“It’s a holiday tradition,” he explained, his face quickly turning redder as he spoke. “It means we’re, uh, supposed to” he paused briefly to clear his suddenly bone dry throat, “k-kiss.”
The Indian chuckled softly, his eyes darting from the mistletoe pinned above them to Gabriel’s eager, bright red face. “Well who am I to break tradition?” he laughed, leaning in closely to brush his lips against the watchmaker’s burning hot cheek.
The feel of Mohinder’s soft lips caressing his heated skin was the last thing he felt before his world slipped away into darkness.
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Gabriel/Mohinder
Rating: G
Summary: Gabriel shares a holiday tradition with Mohinder. (For the mylar_fic Holiday Contest. Prompt: Mistletoe)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Slash
Author's Note: Now there is art to go along with the story!
“I-it’s nothing much really,” Gabriel stammered nervously, wiping his palms vigorously against the side of his khaki pants. It was early winter, but the inside of his watch shop suddenly felt like the surface of the sun. “Just a little something that I, uh, thought you might like.”
Gabriel could practically feel his heart beat in the tips of his fingers and hear it thrumming in his ears as he watched Mohinder turn the brightly wrapped package in his hands, studying the box curiously with his wide brown eyes.
“This is very thoughtful,” Mohinder told him, his bright smile making the young man’s knees feel like wet paper. “Um, should I open it now or wait until Christmas?”
“Uh, whatever you want to do,” he said, trying his best to sound casual and indifferent, but inside he was a bundle of nerves. He honestly didn’t know whether it would be better if the other man should open it now, right in front of him, or later when he was out of sight. On the one hand, if Mohinder opened his present now and hated it, his heart would be crushed. On the other hand, if Mohinder waited until later, the anticipation just might kill him.
“I think I’ll open it now,” the Indian announced. He ripped open the jovial packaging with ease, leaving the tattered remains in a pile on the floor. If Gabriel weren’t so enamored, so captivated by the Indian’s very movements, he might have been a bit peeved at the mess he was creating. Of course, as usual, infatuation won out over anal-retentive compulsion as Mohinder’s eyes lit up at the sight of his gift. “I’ve been searching for this book for months! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess?” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Thank you! This is so sweet.”
Without warning, Mohinder took another step towards him, closing the gap between their bodies as he pulled them together in a friendly hug. Gabriel moaned, his head swimming as Mohinder’s enchanting sent filled is nostrils, his warmth engulfed his body, and his soft black curls brushed against his cheek. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, but it was just enough to cause Gabriel’s knees to give out under his weight.
“Gabriel!” Mohinder gasped, clutching the taller man by his bicep in an attempt to hold him upright. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” he lied, his brain still reeling from the memory of Mohinder’s arms being wrapped around his shoulders.
Mohinder let out an uneasy laugh as he helped the watchmaker regain his balance. His laughter faded away when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something above him. “What is that?”
Gabriel tilted his head upward, following Mohinder’s line of sight to the leafy green plant taped to the ceiling. “Oh, it looks like we’re standing under the mistletoe,” he commented innocently, as if he hadn’t carefully positioned the two men so that they were standing directly underneath the holiday decoration.
“Mistletoe?” Mohinder repeated skeptically.
“It’s a holiday tradition,” he explained, his face quickly turning redder as he spoke. “It means we’re, uh, supposed to” he paused briefly to clear his suddenly bone dry throat, “k-kiss.”
The Indian chuckled softly, his eyes darting from the mistletoe pinned above them to Gabriel’s eager, bright red face. “Well who am I to break tradition?” he laughed, leaning in closely to brush his lips against the watchmaker’s burning hot cheek.
The feel of Mohinder’s soft lips caressing his heated skin was the last thing he felt before his world slipped away into darkness.