Now and Forever (Part 3/4)

[flying_monkees]

Title:  Now and Forever (Part 3/4)
Author:  flying_monkees
Rating:  NC-17, just in case
Pairing:  Peter/Mohinder, implied Mylar
Summary:  Peter saves Mohinder from Sylar and Mohinder is traumatized
Spoilers:  Season 1
Warnings:  Smut and angst and violence.  I think.
Notes:  Ok, here's the smut.  I know it's not great, but it's my first time trying, so please forgive.  There is no beta so all mistakes are mine.  Any feedback is welcome.  

For the second morning in a row, Peter woke disoriented. It didn’t take him long to remember where he was, but he must’ve slept wrong or not very well. His head felt like it was full of cotton and he couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus. If I didn’t know better, I would swear I got drunk last night. After sitting on the edge of the couch for a while, his head felt lighter and he could actually see what was going on around him. Slowly getting up, he quietly opened Mohinder’s door checking to see how the man was doing.

 

Mohinder looked like he had been having nightmares all night. His blankets and sheets were twisted into knots around his body. The curls were damp and the caramel skin glistened with sweat. I can see why Sylar was so attracted to him, he really is beautiful. Carefully closing the door, Peter went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

 

Throughout the day, Peter kept thinking of how Sylar could’ve survived the fight. But nothing seemed to make sense. The blood loss should’ve killed him, the fall should’ve killed him, and the two things together should’ve guaranteed that he wouldn’t live. So how? He just couldn’t see it. Trying to keep Mohinder from breaking down again was getting easier at least. They kept the TV off the whole day and had taken up playing cards and just talking. Peter found Mohinder’s knowledge of science amazing. Is there anything the man DOESN’T know about genetics? He thought with a chuckle.

 

Around 6 they had supper. Peter thought it would be ok to turn on the TV. He regretted it seconds later.

 

“…where a body was pulled out of the river today. Identification has not been made at this time nor has the cause of death. A woman’s body was found today in the lower East Side and the FBI is stating that the murder is consistent with the serial killer known as Sylar. Details too follow when they become available.”

 

Peter quickly turned off the TV, but it was already too late. He turned to see Mohinder almost white with shock.

 

“Mohinder?” Peter took a step towards him but then the man’s eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted.

 

“Shit!” Peter ran over to the man. He gave him some light taps on the face, trying to wake him up. 

 

“C’mon man, stay with me.” Picking him up, Peter dragged him into the bathroom. Holding him up, he quickly turned the shower on warm and pulled him into the shower under the water.

 

Trying to keep a wet, unconscious man upright in the shower was harder then it sounded. Mohinder kept slipping down, and Peter had to keep shifting his hold to get a better grip. Finally he gave up and just let Mohinder lean against him.   

 

The contact was like an electric shock. Peter gasped, inhaling some water. Coughing, he could feel Mohinder starting to stir. Keeping a grip on the other man, he carefully helped him stand straight up. His whole body felt like it was electrified, wherever their skin touched felt like fire. Peter could feel other things stirring. He struggled to control his body, not wanting to scare the man in his arms. He’s been through so much! How can I traumatize him even more! But Peter’s body just would not listen to his mind. 

 

Leaning forward, he let his lips brush against the cold ones in front of him. They didn’t move, so Peter let his tongue tease against them. Slowly, the other set of lips became warm and pliant, opening to let his tongue slide in. There was desperation in the return kiss. It wasn’t a kiss of love or even want, it was a kiss of need. Need for normalcy, need for things to make sense again, need to feel real. Peter closed his eyes. 

 

Hands started to move up and down the other’s body. Peter couldn’t tell where his hands and Mohinder’s separated, they tangled and moved. Lips and tongues and hands touched everywhere. Moans started to fill the small bathroom. His eyes snapped open when he felt a hesitant hand on his zipper. Looking into the dark brown eyes in front of him, he saw intense concentration on Mohinder’s face. I feel like a bug under a microscope.

 

A hand reached into his boxers, stroking him. Biting his lip, Peter tried not to move. He didn’t want to scare Mohinder in any way. He needs this. Hell, I need this.  Peter felt his pants and boxers fall to the bottom of the tub. A ghost of a breath touched his cock and he bucked his hips. Moaning deep in his throat, he watched Mohinder’s face get closer, the look of concentration increasing. When he felt a wet, velvety mouth enclose him, all coherent thoughts flew out of his head. 

 

Time seemed to stand still, there was only here and now. A hand gently squeezed his sac. Fingers moved over his hole, gently pressing. Mohinder’s teeth and tongue moved up and down, causing Peter to keen. Pressure increased on his cock and he felt himself losing control. With a cry, he felt himself explode. He could hear Mohinder moan as he swallowed.

 

Panting, he looked down at the man at his feet. Mohinder looked more real, more here, than he had in days.

 

“Mohinder?”

 

“Would you like some tea? I could use some right about now.” Mohinder answered, standing up and handing Peter a towel. He took his wet clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

 

“Sure, ok. Are you alright? I mean….” Peter looked at him, bewildered.

 

“I’m fine Peter. Thank you.” Mohinder said as he left the room to get dressed and to make some tea.

 

Peter just watched him leave; he didn’t know what to think. Mohinder’s behavior was confusing. Shrugging it off, he thought it was Mohinder’s way of dealing with everything that had happened to him for the last 6 months. His way of getting control of his life again. 

 

He dried himself off and grabbed some dry clothes out of the closet. He hung his wet clothes up in the bathroom, hanging Mohinder’s clothes up as well, and walked into the kitchen. Mohinder had the tea ready and had left a cup for him on the table. Looking at it with a grimace, Peter thought about whether or not to drink the bitter tea. He really hated the taste of the stuff. With a nod of his head, he dumped the tea into the sink and filled his cup with water.

 

Sitting on the couch next to Mohinder, Peter couldn’t look at him. He didn’t regret what had happened, not really. He did regret that Mohinder had decided it needed to be done. He only hoped that it wouldn’t change things between them. He turned to say something when Mohinder stood up.

 

“I’m going to bed.”

 

“Oh, ok.” Peter looked down into his cup, cursing himself under his breath. 

 

“Are you coming?” Mohinder stared down at him, waiting.

 

“Sure. If that’s what you want.” Mohinder didn’t answer, just walked into the bedroom. 

 

Peter followed, even more confused. What is going on? Maybe Mohinder was just trying to cope with his feelings about everything. Maybe this way the other man could finally get his life back in order. Getting up, Peter followed him into the bedroom.

Comments

[capn-mactastic.livejournal.com]

Smut! *squee*

we likes, and want to see where it's going. Although we both wondered about the tea and the um, hangover... Has Mohindy been drugging Peter and having his wicked way? Or do we both haz dirty, dirty brains?

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

You're half right! lol And dirty, dirty brainz make for good smut stories. I'll probably post the last part in the next few days. Glad you guys are liking it.

[flwrpwr-vampyre.livejournal.com]

Yayness for blowjobs!! I mean.. No, that IS what I mean. LOL
This did get much better. Although Momo is acting a little like a crazy person. I hope I find the next part soon.

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Blowjobs can make a story sound much better than it really is! lol

And there is a reason Momo is acting crazy, you'll see.

Glad you're liking and you'll find the last chapter pretty quick.