A/N: I was watching a YouTube video that showed the talk between Mohinder and Peter on the subway ride and was surprised at the number of times Sendhil licked his lips in that 'yummmmy- I like what I see' way. Then this popped into my head.

Standing Still

Summary: On the way to meet Isaac, Peter tries to ignore how damn hot Mohinder Suresh is. So far, it isn't working. Peter/Mohinder

When Peter Petrelli had knocked on the door of that grubby little apartment he had been expecting the ugly mug of the wrinkled old man on the back of Activating Evolution to peer out at him.

He sure as hell hadn't been expecting the Middle Eastern version of a Kevin Cline underwear model to open the door and send his world spinning on a definitely skew-y right angle.

The other person in the room- a rather attractive young woman- held no interest to him anymore. Peter's eyes tracked Doctor Mohinder Suresh as if they were opposing magnets- truly though, the rest of the world seemed dull and dreary compared to the vibrant fine specimen that was standing before him.

His brain was a muddled puddle of gooey lust-lava, which was probably why he was coming off as a crack head to the gorgeous doctor. His mind could barely form anything coherent, other than the phrase 'wall, fuck, now!' Trying to explain his somewhat mysterious ability was obviously beyond his mental grasp at the moment.

The irritation that crept into the doctor's face only highlighted his best features- his dark, smoky eyes, his straight, regal nose and most of all his full, completely kissable lips.

God, that wall was just…..standing there, waiting for them to-

With most of his mind in the gutter, Peter was unimaginably grateful some part of his brain remembered Mendez and mentioned it. If he needed proof to get this man to follow him somewhere secluded well, Peter was a Petrelli- certainly not above using others to get what he wanted.

Something interesting happened while he studied the dark skinned man, and before he knew it, Mohinder was donning his coat and boots and joining him- just him- on a trip across Manhattan.

The subway was a crowded mess of people, jostling them into each other. The doctor quickly chose the nearest cart, dragging Peter behind him by their joined hands.

All that kept running through Peter's mind was 'sexy….fuck…wall…now.' in a continuous loop.

Automatically, Mohinder edged closer to him, talking in hushed tones. Body heat washed over Peter, scented with the other man's subtle cologne and something spicy. The subway train jumped and swayed, knocking their shoulders and hips together in ways that made Peter feverantly praise himself for wearing his rain coat. He shrugged it off hastily, before draping it in front of his hips in what was hopefully a casual move.

Mohinder continued on unaware of his affect on Peter, who was watching him, thinking desperately 'If he licks his lips one more time, I won't be responsible for my actions!'

Shit, and all this time he thought he was straight. Simone was going to be so disappointed.

The rush of excitement tinted Mohinder's cheeks turning them into the sinful color of reddish-mocha- as if tempting Peter to un-wrap Mohinder and find what made the other man melt into his own puddle of goo.

"Perhaps he'll paint a picture while we're there? If he can indeed paint the future he might already know we're coming." Yup, Mohinder was ecstatic.

A stray thought- one that had nothing to do with just how damn smoking hot Mohinder was, so it had to be a stray- entered his mind. Mendez was…kind of a druggie.

Fuck.

"I've only met him once, but maybe I should do the talking to start." The doctor sent him an almost pout. "He's, uh, kind of a heroin addict."

Anger and disbelief warred on his handsome face for a moment before Mohinder opened his mouth to deliver what was bound to be one hot scolding when everything froze as if God had hit the Great Big Pause button and ambled off to get more popcorn and Junior Mints.

Peter took a deep breath, gently reaching out to touch Mohinder's cheek and nearly moaned. It was soft in places that weren't stubbled and warm all over. Fingers traced the curve of a jaw, the delicate cheekbone and the straight line of a nose before resting, like the flap of a butterfly's wing, on those full lips.

The sound of a throat being cleared had Peter swallowing a scream and jumping away hastily.

A short and somehow…..dangerous looking Japanese man walked calmly though the frozen people, a slight smirk on his face.

"It figures I would stop time to give you an important mission and the first thing you do is indecently fondle Suresh."

Peter fought not to blush. "I wasn't- I- do I know you?"

The mysterious stranger kept his smirk. "Not yet, but you will. I have come from the future, to help you find your destiny."

Peter gapped. "My destiny? The future? What?!"

The man shook his head. "Now is not the time. You must stop the bomb. You must stop my future."

Peter huffed. "How do you expect me to….to stop a bomb, never mind a whole other….future?"

The strange time-traveler simply stared at him. "This is what you've been waiting for. You're chance to save the world. Don't blow it."

As he began to walk off, panic set in. "How?!" He demanded harshly. "How do I save the world?"

The man didn't stop. "Save the Cheerleader, Save the World."

Like that was any help to Peter. The Asian man did pause, briefly, to turn back and smirk again.

"Time will stay frozen for a few more minutes after I depart. Perhaps you should take advantage of it."

Peter wasn't all that ashamed to admit that the first thing that popped in his head was to 'fondle Suresh' some more. The man was too pretty for his own damn good- and that said a lot coming from another rather pretty man himself.

Maybe his mysterious messenger was jealous. That could have explained why time suddenly unfroze the moment Peter pressed his lips to Mohinder's.

The doctor made a surprised noise but didn't pull away as they bumped along the track, swaying together. Peter took that as a good omen to deepen the kiss.

After all, in for a penny, in for a dime.

Or was it a dollar? Ether way, the pale man doubted Mohinder would like to have sex on the floor of a subway cart surrounded by strangers.

He wrapped his arms around Mohinder's waist to steady them, and pull the man closer as another set of arms wrapped around his shoulders. A hand was buried into his long hair before the need to breathe even surfaced.

Peter pulled back just enough to see Mohinder's dazzled expression without going cross-eyed. Warm air mingled between them as Peter spoke.

"I've wanted to do that ever since you opened your apartment door."

Mohinder grinned. "I've been waiting for you to do that ever since I opened my apartment door." The doctor blinked at their close proximity. "My god, I think I've even lost time with that kiss."

Peter snorted in amusement. "That wasn't me that was the man who stopped time just a few minutes ago."

Mohinder jerked back a bit. "The what?"

"Yeah." Peter agreed, hardly believing it himself. "Told me to Save the Cheerleader, Save the World."

The look of disbelief on the doctor's face broke the moment a bit, but Peter could wait. After all, if he had the ability to copy other people's powers, he could stop time, and he was a Petrelli.

He would have no problem testing out this ability on Mohinder, with hopefully the same result.

The doctor was too befuddled to question the handsome smirk that stuck on Peter's face al the way to Isaac Mendez apartment.