Mohinder typed endlessly on his computer, vision starting to blur, fingers starting to cramp. And he was beginning to get a headache from constantly rethinking his motives. Why was he bothering to find all these people? The explosion was averted, after all! Oh, yes. Unstable abilities. People with dangerous powers, people whose emotions could destroy themselves and everyone around them. That's why he had to find them.
Stopping briefly to rub his watering eyes, Mohinder's sensitive nose detected a delectable, delicate aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Peter was back from Starbucks, he had to be. Wait, was it Starbucks? No, it was Seattle's Best, that's right, the one on the corner. Either way, Mohinder merely waited patiently for Peter to make his way down the hallway and into the disheveled apartment.
"Coffee's here!" Peter announced cheerfully, holding out a warm bag with the words Seattle's Best Coffee stamped across the front, coupled by a tasteful logo. Mohinder accepted the inviting package from him, carefully setting it on the large, paper littered desk where he had been sitting beside Peter for hours on end that day. Both men collected their steaming drink from the brown paper bag, the delicious scent of chai tickling their senses as they each took a tentative, appreciative sip.
"Ah," Mohinder sighed in contentment. "I do love chai." Peter nodded his assent, having developed a similar taste for the sweet flavor while in the other man's company.
"So, have you made any progress since I've been gone?" asked Peter, motioning towards the humming computer.
Nodding, Mohinder waved his hand at the talented man, implying for him to come nearer to the device. "A bit," he allowed.
"Hey, you found more names!" Peter exclaimed, leaning in closer to Mohinder.
"We found more names," the geneticist corrected, willing himself to ignore how minimal their separation was, his heart beating rapidly. He could feel Peter's breath unknowingly warming his neck; he could smell the faint fragrance from the shampoo Peter used this morning, as well as the intoxicating scent of the chai lattes they had just enjoyed together. It took all of Mohinder's control not to spin around and kiss Peter senseless, but he managed it. No need to lose your best friend and the man you love all in one go, right?
But Peter didn't think the same way. He planned his actions with more of a "now or never" approach. And that's one of the few coherent thoughts that arose in his mind when he heard Mohinder's heart beat speed up, as he watched the man's perfectly sculpted lips form words, as he drank in the subtle cinnamon scent that always seemed to linger around the doctor ¾ it's now or never. So, with that in his mind, Peter gently lifted Mohinder's chin and placed his lips over the darker ones.
Mohinder's eyes widened, his mind unsure of what was honestly happening. Was Peter kissing him? He had to be, only his lips could be so soft, could taste so sweet. Letting out a strangled moan, Mohinder began kissing Peter back, pouring his restrained emotions into the precious, passionate contact. Feeling the other man's response, Peter deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between Mohinder's lips. Carefully grasping his dark curls, Peter explored every crevasse of Mohinder's mouth, their tongues tangling with each other in a slick, erotic dance. Any space between them was eliminated as the darker skinned man pulled Peter to him, both relishing the touch as they ravished each other. Their "special moment", however, was interrupted when the door opened abruptly, a new figure entering the apartment.
TO BE CONTINUED…