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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Twenty - Matt/Mohinder
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt Parkman/Mohinder Suresh
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 480 words
The problem with sharing a closet of an apartment with the man one was having sex with on a semi-regular basis, and with the young girl both had rescued on separate occasions, was that it made it rather difficult to actually have sex. Mohinder spent about as much time out of the country as he did at home, and Molly was into absolutely everything. All the time. Matt knew that the time when she would be avoiding him at all costs was coming sooner than he'd like, but at the same time he'd appreciate a little privacy.
It was a little bit miraculous that they managed to get some. One afternoon when Molly was at school and Mohinder had managed to catch an earlier flight home. They had an entire hour with the apartment to themselves, and they were going to make the most of what they could get. It had been months since they had the chance to spend any time at all together, much less enough time to actually do something with it. They lost their clothes almost immediately after entering the bedroom, didn't even think to close the door behind them. Not much point in it, really; they were alone.
Of course, that meant it had to happen the same day Molly's school ended up unexpectedly letting out early. No one thought to call, of course, to let Matt know. The school had let her leave with a friend and without even knowing if anyone was going to be at home, but that was New York. Even the fancy private school they'd gotten Molly into didn't care much about whether or not their students were going home to empty houses. And annoying as that was on a normal day, it was more annoying when it happened suddenly, unannounced, and right when Matt was trying to actually get laid for the first time in way too long.
There was about ten seconds during which both Matt and Mohinder had to scramble away from each other and get to their clothes, between hearing the door unlock and open and hearing Molly shriek Mohinder's name excitedly at seeing his shoes by the door. There was about five more seconds in which to get dressed and at an appropriate distance while she scampered down the hallway as fast as her legs would take her, and luckily, they had practice. Molly's appearance, or something else to do with her, had put the brakes on things enough times that those seconds were all that was needed for them to be at least close enough to appropriate to pass by the time she came hurtling toward them and crashed into Mohinder with the happiest squeal Matt had ever heard.
"Mohinder! You're home!"
If that reaction was anything to go by, there wasn't going to be another chance for getting that sex this time around.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt Parkman/Mohinder Suresh
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 480 words
The problem with sharing a closet of an apartment with the man one was having sex with on a semi-regular basis, and with the young girl both had rescued on separate occasions, was that it made it rather difficult to actually have sex. Mohinder spent about as much time out of the country as he did at home, and Molly was into absolutely everything. All the time. Matt knew that the time when she would be avoiding him at all costs was coming sooner than he'd like, but at the same time he'd appreciate a little privacy.
It was a little bit miraculous that they managed to get some. One afternoon when Molly was at school and Mohinder had managed to catch an earlier flight home. They had an entire hour with the apartment to themselves, and they were going to make the most of what they could get. It had been months since they had the chance to spend any time at all together, much less enough time to actually do something with it. They lost their clothes almost immediately after entering the bedroom, didn't even think to close the door behind them. Not much point in it, really; they were alone.
Of course, that meant it had to happen the same day Molly's school ended up unexpectedly letting out early. No one thought to call, of course, to let Matt know. The school had let her leave with a friend and without even knowing if anyone was going to be at home, but that was New York. Even the fancy private school they'd gotten Molly into didn't care much about whether or not their students were going home to empty houses. And annoying as that was on a normal day, it was more annoying when it happened suddenly, unannounced, and right when Matt was trying to actually get laid for the first time in way too long.
There was about ten seconds during which both Matt and Mohinder had to scramble away from each other and get to their clothes, between hearing the door unlock and open and hearing Molly shriek Mohinder's name excitedly at seeing his shoes by the door. There was about five more seconds in which to get dressed and at an appropriate distance while she scampered down the hallway as fast as her legs would take her, and luckily, they had practice. Molly's appearance, or something else to do with her, had put the brakes on things enough times that those seconds were all that was needed for them to be at least close enough to appropriate to pass by the time she came hurtling toward them and crashed into Mohinder with the happiest squeal Matt had ever heard.
"Mohinder! You're home!"
If that reaction was anything to go by, there wasn't going to be another chance for getting that sex this time around.