A/N: Uh...(blinks) I really have no idea how this happened. I just wrote without really thinking and this is what formed.
Warnings: weirdness, language, implied smex (didn't really get too graphic with this one)
Mohinder had been left to work in the lab alone for over a week and he couldn't decide if that was a good thing or bad.
He liked the freedom he had being able to go about his work without have a hand clamping down on his shoulder, a mouth breathing hot obvious questions into his ear, and the touches that were way too long or were way too out of place—at least for Bob's normal arm reach—to be even once thought as 'accidental'.
The freedom was relieving, luxurious even, giving Mohinder time to stretch out his limbs and get a grasp of his surroundings, become familiar with them without having to tense up under a never wavering, always disgusting, gaze sweeping up and down his backside.
However, as much as Mohinder was enjoying his free time the suspicion was still clawing at the back of his mind, making him feel nervous and paranoid that maybe something else was up and he was letting down his guard too much.
Bob had to be planning something; he wouldn't really want to leave his gorgeous new geneticist alone for so long—especially since he had so much fun playing with Mohinder, seeing how far he could push until the geneticist said 'Stop!'—and so Mohinder's eyes started sweeping his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, becoming hyper aware of everything until he noticed the, now quite obvious, camera's.
Mohinder really felt like slapping himself on the forehead when he noticed them for the first time. He really shouldn't have been so shocked like he was, considering the group he was working for, and Mohinder only evaded the urge to hit himself by grinding his teeth together and trying to bury himself further into his work.
The idea of the camera's was too distracting though and he couldn't help but make reasons to travel to various rooms in order to scope out where the rest of the camera's were because there wouldn't only be just one.
A brief stab of satisfaction followed the discovery of all the camera's; some were actually cleverly placed and hard to find, the rest were so simple Mohinder felt once more like banging his head on the nearest table for not noticing them before.
Thinking he would have peace of mind, Mohinder bent over the microscope housing a virus strain once more in an attempt to work but more distractions boggled his mind.
Why wouldn't Bob still be coming here? Didn't he enjoy touching Mohinder all the time or did he get some secret pleasure watching the 'unsuspecting' beautiful man go about his work?
Mohinder puzzled over these things, not sure why his mind was heading in this direction of thoughts anyway but they wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried to get back to thinking of genetic codes. It wasn't until a deep realization, a truly sinking thought, struck him that Mohinder realized what was going on; he was lonely.
He actually missed having Bob around. He missed the way those pale pudgy hands would trail down from his shoulder to lightly brush at his arm as Bob filled him in on some 'top secret' project. Missed the way those beady eyes would watch him hungrily as he crossed the room appreciating Mohinder's beauty and grace. He missed being able to talk to someone, even if it was to only snap 'Get away!' or 'Don't touch me'; anything that allowed him to use his voice and watch those eyes cloud in lust at a few angry words.
Mohinder was sickened by the other man but he also loved the attention, the company, because he never had enough time to go home and see his darling Molly—had it really two weeks since he last saw her?—and always just missed seeing Matt on his way out bumping shoulders as they crossed through the door, a mere grunt of greeting escaping Matt's frowning lips. Rubbing his hand over his face, Mohinder swallowed a lump forming in his throat and forced away the burning tears in his eyes; he was so tired of being alone.
His mind coming to a conclusion, Mohinder slowly turned around and leaned back against the table, palms pressing against the cool metal hard. Eyes resting briefly down on the floor, he took one steadying breath, and slowly raised his chin to stare directly up at where he knew the camera was and let a slow, seductive smile spread across his face.
Mohinder didn't know if the camera's had audio but he felt it didn't matter for 'Bob' was an easy word to read from lips. Keeping his gaze steady Mohinder slowly slid his hands up to start unbuttoning the first couple buttons on his white shirt, tilting his head slightly to the side and raising a eyebrow suggestively.
The task of removing his shirt was slow, steady, and definitely seductive. Mohinder made sure to play with his nipples, tweaking and gasping lightly, as they came into sight and all the while he licked his lips, mouthing Bob's name as finger's danced lightly down over his stomach.
Mohinder really had misjudged how far Bob had been from him because he had only just started reaching for his buckled when the door slammed open, Bob's flushed and panting face taking in the sight of Mohinder eagerly, and then he was surrounded by slick grabby hands; being swallowed by a hot needy mouth.
He let himself be taken, didn't participate much in the action except to keep gasping Bob's name which drove the lustful man to thrust harder, moan louder, and become even more intoxicated from Mohinder's stare. When the action was done with Bob panting against Mohinder's prone and thoroughly fucked form, Mohinder finally moved to wrap an arm loosely over Bob's shoulder.
Mohinder hoped this was enough to keep the other near and keep him from being left all alone.
A/N: (grin) This pairing has really messed with my mind. XD