I am a shameless follower
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hanuueshe's prompt and boudecia7 did it first, but here I go, shameless copycat and follower, because frankly, I need to write makeout fic tonight to get through it. Tomorrow.. well... tomorrow is not gonna be as nice as today, although hopefully it will be over early.
I might write another. I might write five tonight. Who knows.
It was a bit like coming home to a buffet, seeing those strong hips and legs spread out on the bed. But Matt was concentrating hard and didn't pick up on Mohinder in the bedroom doorway, looking him over lustfully. So Mohinder walked up and stretched his leg over Matt's body, straddling him, and slipped his hands underneath his shirt by way of saying hello.
"Mm," was Matt's response, but he didn't look up. Mohinder leaned over his shoulder as he began to work the tight muscles of his lower back, slowly and methodically. "What are you reading?"
"CE. Mandatory continuing education for law enforcement officers," Matt said. "And reading is one word for it. Trying to throw a lasso around the words to keep them from doing a full-on rodeo is more like it."
"I see," murmured Mohinder, raking his nails over the skin and making Matt groan. "I could read to you. If it would help at all."
"Nah." He slammed the book shut. "Would bore you to tears. All legal crap."
Mohinder gave his shoulders a quick squeeze. "I'd like to see," he said, sliding his skinny body over Matt's head to sit at the head of the bed. He picked up the tome and flipped it open, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "'A number of Supreme Court decisions in 2006 regarding Fourth Amendment rights marked a fundamental shift in the understanding of property searches of which every officer should be aware.' This is quite interesting."
Matt was scrambling up to a sitting position, looking very interested indeed. "I'll say."
His voice was laced with innuendo, but Mohinder pretended not to notice. "First is United States v. Grubbs , in which the triggering condition of an anticipatory warrant was deemed not mandatory to... Matt, what are you doing?"
"Trying to follow along," Matt said against the back of his ear. He'd climbed around behind Mohinder and rested his jaw on the man's shoulder, spreading his legs wide so Mohinder was sitting between them, small of his back pressed up against Matt's stomach. It was warm and intimate and Mohinder had to smile. He took a breath and continued.
"...not mandatory to the admissibility of evidence in court, in effect allowing anticipatory warrants to be issued without triggering conditions This does not, however, preclude an officer from his duty under the code of ethics to... Matt! Pay attention!"
"I am paying attention," Matt said, although his voice was muffled considering his lips were fastened to Mohinder's neck.
"Yes, and I can feel what you're paying attention to," Mohinder chided, arching backward to put some pressure on his exact meaning.
"I can't help it." Large, warm hands snaked around his waist -- when did Matt get his hands under Mohinder's shirt? "I might not have told you this lately, but your accent? Scorchingly sexy."
"I don't have an accent. You have an accent...!!" A bit of petulance and then a half-yelp as Matt's hand drifted south.
"I can tell you what else you have."
"Very perceptive of you, Detective. Isn't this your homework?"
"Listen to you." Kissing up the side of his neck, licks along the lobe of his ear. "Like I'm Molly or something." Mohinder struggled a little bit, twisting in Matt's embrace, but he only found himself lips to lips with the man, and abhorring a vacuum, he was the one to surge forward to erase it.
The kiss was fierce and wet, and Matt sucked greedily on his lower lip. Mohinder had to break the contact just to curse. "Fuck."
"Yeah, OK," Matt muttered , pulling Mohinder's belt from its loops.
"When did you..."
"Not soon enough."
Matt grabbed Mohinder's hand in his own, turning his palm upward. He loosened his grip and played the fingers of his hand down the length of Mohinder's own fingers, then skitted them across his palm. Mohinder's pulse quickened under the pressure of Matt's thumb, and when delicate fingerpads traced the vein, Mohinder's whole body was wracked by a violent shiver.
"I should make you wait until you've finished your homework," he said as he turned inward.
"But you won't."
Curved lips against his own.
"No, I won't."
hanuueshe's prompt and boudecia7 did it first, but here I go, shameless copycat and follower, because frankly, I need to write makeout fic tonight to get through it. Tomorrow.. well... tomorrow is not gonna be as nice as today, although hopefully it will be over early. I might write another. I might write five tonight. Who knows.
It was a bit like coming home to a buffet, seeing those strong hips and legs spread out on the bed. But Matt was concentrating hard and didn't pick up on Mohinder in the bedroom doorway, looking him over lustfully. So Mohinder walked up and stretched his leg over Matt's body, straddling him, and slipped his hands underneath his shirt by way of saying hello.
"Mm," was Matt's response, but he didn't look up. Mohinder leaned over his shoulder as he began to work the tight muscles of his lower back, slowly and methodically. "What are you reading?"
"CE. Mandatory continuing education for law enforcement officers," Matt said. "And reading is one word for it. Trying to throw a lasso around the words to keep them from doing a full-on rodeo is more like it."
"I see," murmured Mohinder, raking his nails over the skin and making Matt groan. "I could read to you. If it would help at all."
"Nah." He slammed the book shut. "Would bore you to tears. All legal crap."
Mohinder gave his shoulders a quick squeeze. "I'd like to see," he said, sliding his skinny body over Matt's head to sit at the head of the bed. He picked up the tome and flipped it open, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "'A number of Supreme Court decisions in 2006 regarding Fourth Amendment rights marked a fundamental shift in the understanding of property searches of which every officer should be aware.' This is quite interesting."
Matt was scrambling up to a sitting position, looking very interested indeed. "I'll say."
His voice was laced with innuendo, but Mohinder pretended not to notice. "First is United States v. Grubbs , in which the triggering condition of an anticipatory warrant was deemed not mandatory to... Matt, what are you doing?"
"Trying to follow along," Matt said against the back of his ear. He'd climbed around behind Mohinder and rested his jaw on the man's shoulder, spreading his legs wide so Mohinder was sitting between them, small of his back pressed up against Matt's stomach. It was warm and intimate and Mohinder had to smile. He took a breath and continued.
"...not mandatory to the admissibility of evidence in court, in effect allowing anticipatory warrants to be issued without triggering conditions This does not, however, preclude an officer from his duty under the code of ethics to... Matt! Pay attention!"
"I am paying attention," Matt said, although his voice was muffled considering his lips were fastened to Mohinder's neck.
"Yes, and I can feel what you're paying attention to," Mohinder chided, arching backward to put some pressure on his exact meaning.
"I can't help it." Large, warm hands snaked around his waist -- when did Matt get his hands under Mohinder's shirt? "I might not have told you this lately, but your accent? Scorchingly sexy."
"I don't have an accent. You have an accent...!!" A bit of petulance and then a half-yelp as Matt's hand drifted south.
"I can tell you what else you have."
"Very perceptive of you, Detective. Isn't this your homework?"
"Listen to you." Kissing up the side of his neck, licks along the lobe of his ear. "Like I'm Molly or something." Mohinder struggled a little bit, twisting in Matt's embrace, but he only found himself lips to lips with the man, and abhorring a vacuum, he was the one to surge forward to erase it.
The kiss was fierce and wet, and Matt sucked greedily on his lower lip. Mohinder had to break the contact just to curse. "Fuck."
"Yeah, OK," Matt muttered , pulling Mohinder's belt from its loops.
"When did you..."
"Not soon enough."
Matt grabbed Mohinder's hand in his own, turning his palm upward. He loosened his grip and played the fingers of his hand down the length of Mohinder's own fingers, then skitted them across his palm. Mohinder's pulse quickened under the pressure of Matt's thumb, and when delicate fingerpads traced the vein, Mohinder's whole body was wracked by a violent shiver.
"I should make you wait until you've finished your homework," he said as he turned inward.
"But you won't."
Curved lips against his own.
"No, I won't."