Something New

[flying_monkees]

Title: Something New
Characters: Zach Q/Mohinder, implied Mylar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Mohinder needs something to fill those long, lonely nights.
Table/Prompt: Kink/Phone Sex
A/N: This was written for  waitingtoburn's anonymous kink meme .  I know I'm not really good at smut, but I'm trying.  :D  Also written for mission_insane.  And as always, beta'd by the most wonderful flwrpwr_vampyre.  You know I couldn't do this without you hun!

 

Mohinder twirled the piece of paper between his fingers, thinking.  Bennet had given him the number, a smirk on his face.  “This has helped me on those long nights alone.”  The older man had said as he walked off.  Mohinder sighed, picking up the phone.  He was going to regret this…

 

“Hi, my name’s Zach.  How can I help you tonight?”  Zach said, shifting in his seat to get comfortable.  He was almost done for the night and he just wanted to get home.  Adjusting his computer screen, he typed in a few things to log in the call for billing.

 

Mohinder swallowed, really not sure about this now.  He should just hang up but the other man’s voice sounded…so much like him.  He cleared his throat.  “Hello, I’m…do I give you my name?  I’m sorry; I’ve never done this before.”

 

Zach rolled his eyes.  Great, a newbie.  Well, he could make some serious cash out of this as long as he kept him on the phone long enough.  “It’s okay, you don’t have to give me your real name if you don’t want to.  What would you like me to call you?”  He let his voice purr, knowing he could hook the man.

 

Mohinder ran his sweaty hand down his pants leg, trying to dry it off.  This was more then he’d expected but…he didn’t want to stop either.  “You…you can call me M-Mohinder.”  He said nervously, taking a deep breath.  For god’s sake, he was an adult; there wasn’t anything wrong with this.

 

“Mohinder,” Zach drawled the name out.  “That’s different, very sexy.  What are you wearing Mohinder?”  He lowered his voice, let it wash over Mohinder.

 

Mohinder licked his lips, his mouth going dry.  Good god, the man had a sexy voice.  He could see why Bennet would call.  “Khaki pants, button down Oxford shirt,” he said in a shaky voice.

 

“Mmmm, that sounds nice.  How about you unbutton that shirt, get comfortable.”  Zach said, taking a sip of his water.  Oh yeah, he had a live one here.  He typed a few more bits of information on his computer.  He’d need this for the next time Mohinder called.  He was sure the other man would, especially after he got done with him.  “Kick your shoes off too, you may as well relax.”

 

Mohinder chewed on his bottom lip, then took the phone into the living room, laying down on the couch.  If he was going to do this, he may as well get comfortable.  He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it over so his chest was exposed.  He blushed, feeling odd about this, but still wanting to continue.  “Okay, my shirt’s open.  What…what are you wearing?”

 

Zach smirked.  “What would you like me to wear?”  He asked in a husky voice.  He was actually enjoying this.  He hadn’t had someone so fresh in a while and it was…invigorating.

 

Mohinder took a deep breath.  “B-black, tight fitting jeans and…a Ramone’s t-shirt?”  He blushed, knowing damn well that that was a mistake, but he couldn’t help it.  He didn’t even know if this Zach looked anything like…him…but he could pretend.

 

At least the man had good taste.  “Okay.  I’m going to come up behind you and wrap my arms around you, hands on your chest.  Mmmmm, you feel so soft, and have you been working out?  You feel so good.  I’m running my hands down your chest, feeling every inch of you.”

 

Mohinder’s breathe hitched as he trailed his hand down his chest, pretending it was Zach’s hand.  “Your h-hands are warm.”  He said in a soft voice.  Zach grinned.

 

“You smell wonderful Mohinder, I love that cologne you’re wearing.  I run my tongue up your neck, along the edge of your ear before I bite gently down on it.  My hand is moving down your chest Mohinder,” Zach purred into the phone, shifting in his chair again.  Damn, that soft voice and accent were starting to get to him.  He pulled at the crotch of his pants, trying to ease a bit of the pressure.  “Across your stomach.  Damn you’re toned.  You have a rock hard stomach Mohinder and I just want to feel you.  I’m moving my hand down further, stroking across the front of your pants.”  He breathed into the phone, smirking when he heard the muffled moan through the phone.

 

Mohinder moved his hand down his body, pressing against the growing hardness in the front of his pants.  God that felt good!  He let out another low moan, his back arching up slightly as he stroked up and down his length, his pants getting tighter.  He licked his lips, moving the phone between his shoulder and cheek.  “Your hands feel so good on me Zach.  I’m getting so hard.”  He blushed, still not believing he was saying these things out loud to someone he didn’t even know.

 

“Oh god Mohinder, I want to feel your cock in my hand.  Undo your pants; let me feel just how hard you are.”  Zach said as he unzipped his own pants.  Holy shit, he really was hard for this man.  That was new.  He reached into his pants, running his fingers over his length, getting harder.  Fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this but he couldn’t seem to help it.

 

Mohinder undid his pants, his hands shaking.  He was still slightly surprised to find that he was actually enjoying this.  Maybe this was just what he needed to get his head back on straight.  He dipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, stroking down the length of his hard cock, thumb slipping over the head, spreading the pre-cum around.  He groaned, head falling back.  “Oh Zach.  Your hand is so soft on my cock, I want you to jerk me off.” 

 

Zach breathed faster, looking around to make sure he couldn’t be seen as he pulled his dick out of his pants, slowly stroking himself.  “I can’t believe how hard you are Mohinder, god!  I’m wrapping my hand around your dick, moving up and down.  I pull my hand back, licking my hand, tasting you.  Mmmmmm, you taste so good Mohinder.”  He said in a low voice, causing shivers to run up Mohinder’s spine.

 

Mohinder’s hand moved faster on his dick.  “I want to fuck you Zach.  I want you on your stomach, that beautiful ass in the air, inviting me.  I’m moving my hand from your cock to brush across your balls, moving down further to finger you.  Oh god.  You’re so tight and warm.  I could never get enough of you Zach.  I’m teasing your hole, just slipping my finger inside.”

 

Zach’s hips bucked up as he continued to stroke his cock.  “God Mohinder, I never realized how good your hands would feel on me.  Please don’t stop.”  He reached down to cup his balls, giving them a squeeze before going back to stroking himself.  “I want to make you feel good Mohinder.  What is it you’d like me to do to you?”

 

Mohinder stopped for a moment, not sure how to answer.  He knew what he wanted but…could he ask for it?  Well, if he couldn’t with some anonymous man, then who could he?  Surely not with the man he really wanted to fuck.  Taking a deep breath, he answered.  “I want to fuck you Zach.  I want you to moan my name, on your knees and….”  He swallowed, hoping he could say this without losing his nerve.  “I want you to tell me that I’m special to you.  That you gave it all up for me.”  He closed his eyes, his voice a soft whisper.

 

Zach raised an eyebrow.  This man was different than any of the others he’d had to deal with.  He almost felt bad for him; someone must’ve screwed him over but good.  “I want you to fuck me too Mohinder.  I can’t believe how hot you are right now.  I’m on my knees now in front of you, pushing back, grinding against your cock.  Oh god, you make me feel so special, like I’m the only thing that matters to you in the world.  Please Mohinder, fuck me now!”  He moaned into the phone, his hand moving up and down his cock rougher, thumb sliding over the top to spread the pre-cum onto his fingers and down his dick.

 

Mohinder’s hips bucked up as he moved his free hand down his body, bypassing his cock to cup his balls, rolling them gently.  He whimpered as he moved his hand further down to tease his own asshole.  “Fuck Zach, I want you, I can’t wait any longer.”  He said with a strangled voice.  His rhythm on his cock became erratic as he felt himself start to tighten up, right on the edge of his orgasm.

 

Zach shivered as he listened to Mohinder.  Fuck, he almost wished he could see what he looked like, but that would never happen.  “Oh god Mohinder, you look so fucking hot right now.  C’mon, pound your cock into me harder.”  He whispered into the phone, biting down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood, to stop himself from making too much noise.

 

Mohinder cried out, his hips jerking as his orgasm crashed through him.  He was vaguely aware of the phone slipping off of his shoulder, the sound of it hitting the floor muffled as though it were coming from very far away. He panted, trying to get his breath back as his body relaxed, shuddering slightly at the aftershocks.

 

Zach heard Mohinder's groan and it was enough to send him over the edge, the world whiting out for a moment as he came.  He blinked, clearing his vision as he wiped his sweaty face.  God, he’d give anything to do that with the man for real.  “Are you still there Mohinder?”  He asked, his voice cracking.

 

Mohinder fumbled for the phone, finally finding it and bringing it up to his ear.  He was surprised to find how relaxed he felt and he smiled, blushing as he answered the other man.  “I’m here Zach.  I…I want to thank you.”  He sat up, grabbing his shirt to clean himself off.  He wasn’t sure how to end this and he felt odd asking.

 

Zach smirked, grabbing a few tissues to clean himself off.  “You’re welcome Mohinder, any time.  I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”  He wondered if Mohinder would call again.  He had a feeling he would, the man sounded like he needed it.  “If you decide you want to…talk again, you can ask for me specifically.”

 

Mohinder nodded, feeling stupid when he realized that Zach couldn’t see it.  “I’ll keep that in mind.  Good-bye Zach.”  He said the last two words softly, knowing he would be calling again.  He hadn’t felt this relaxed in months, Bennet had been right, this had helped.

 

“Good-bye Mohinder.”  Zach said, hanging up the phone.  He stared at the computer screen for a while before saving the information, smiling as he thought about Mohinder.  He was already planning on what he'd say the next time Mohinder called.

Comments

[bonniesrg.livejournal.com]

I read this one on the meme and loved it. I had read a fic with the actors as characters before[Zach and Sendhil] but couldn't get into it cause they're real people. But I found it much easier to enjoy with the mix of actor and fictional character:D

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you took the time to read it again. And I know where you're coming from, it does make it easier when one of them isn't real.

[icalynn.livejournal.com]

Omg, that was so hot and just perfect- I loved how Zach was so affected, and how Mohinder wanted it to be Zane/Sylar. *sigh*

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I'm glad you found it hot and good and that it worked for you, I was a little worried. :D

How could Zach not be effected and of course Mo would want it to be Zane/Sylar, especially after hearing Zach's voice. *grin*

[shimmeree.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that was good.

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much and I'm glad you liked.

[mabetini.livejournal.com]

I can has this phone number plz? Kthnx!!!

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

LOL Sorry sweetheart, you have to stand in line and it ends waaaaaaaaay back there! But I'll make sure to try and sneak you closer to the front. *grin*