Unanticipated
As attracted as he is to Matt, their first night together Mohinder keeps his expectations extremely low.
After all, first times are usually awkward enough without the added tension of it also being Matt's first time with another man.
When undressing, he's blushing and slightly fumbling, spending far more time than necessary fiddling with the laces on his shoes, unable to meet Mohinder's gaze.
It leaves Mohinder more than a little conflicted.
The proper thing to do would be reassuring Matt they'll go slow, that they have all the time in the world and nothing will happen he doesn't want to happen.
But Mohinder doesn't want to be proper. He wants to rip Matt's clothes off and fuck his brains out. And then after they've collected themselves, he wants Matt to do the same to him. Or maybe he wants Matt to take his time. He hasn't gotten that far in the planning beyond: Matthew. Naked. Immediately.
The plan that isn't really a plan takes a sudden turn for the unexpected when Matt suddenly grins at him and practically tackles him on the bed.
Matt doesn't look at all unsure and now instead of promises of going slow, it's Mohinder who is rushing to keep up.
Everything is fair game. Matt seems to view all of Mohinder's body parts equally, all worthy of attention. Matt kisses his neck and licks his balls without seeming to see any real difference in the two. Shin to shoulders, belly to butt, Matt's everywhere.
Matt sprawls on top of him, a warm solid weight pressing him into the mattress. A hickey already forming on his neck, hair sticking up from having fingers run through it, mouth kiss swollen and eyes fever bright.
When Matt hands the tube of lube to him, Mohinder's jaw drops.
"You're the one with the experience. This time you and then next time, we switch. Cool?"
That simple. No angst, no arguing over dynamics and power, no soothing Matt's bruised masculinity.
Instantly, any possible notion of sexual superiority vanishes. Matt is it. Matt is the next step in evolution. No idiotic self imposed rating system, no hang ups, no self consciousness. Mohinder aspires to be like Matt.
If it feels good, do it.
So he does it.
Tries his absolute best to rise to Matt's level and has a wonderful messy time of it.
Kissing, sucking, licking, biting, moving inside of Matt, who is spread out before him like a buffet.
Good, so good, Matt, best thing ever, best thing ever and then some, yes, want, Matt.
.Afterwards, Mohinder lays there, limp and damp with pleasure unsure how to put himself back together and unsure if he wants to.
"Janice was clearly an idiot." He blurts out and squeezes his eyes shut in mortification.
So much for the wonderful post orgasm languor.
Instead of getting angry, Matt lets out a snort of laughter and bites at his ear.
"Bringing up the ex-wife right after we made sweet beautiful love. How romantic. Just for that, you're sleeping in the wet spot."
Mohinder doesn't know if he should try to explain himself. Currently his brain has exploded into a thousand vibrating pieces and attempting to speak before he's squeezed it back into order might result in putting his foot in his mouth further. And that's one bedroom acrobatic he doesn't think he can recover from.
Mercifully, Matt lets him off the hook.
"It was never like this with Janice. I can't tell you if it was because part of me knew she wasn't what I really wanted, or if we just weren't right for each other…but it was never this good."
"I—then—how?"
"Because of you. You've got this whole feedback loop going about how much you want me, how sexy I am. I've never been sexy for anyone. You're safe. I don't have to worry about looking dumb or not being able to play something off because you'll still be here, wanting me no matter what. Plus, I survived four bullets to the chest. If I don't have the guts to ask for what I want in the privacy of our own bedroom, then what kind of living is that?"
This simple wisdom leaves Mohinder speechless.
He'd never really thought about it, but in a strange way it makes perfect sense. Losing everything, learning how fragile life can be, starting all over again, would be quite freeing.
A feedback loop. His thoughts stimulating Matt who acted and thus triggered heightened responses in him. It was a mobius strip of sexual chemistry.
All in all, a most unanticipated offshoot of Matt's powers.
But not unwelcome. One that would require much further study.
Matt hits him in the face with a pillow.
"You're monologuing, Doc. Think later, sleep now. We've got all the time in the world for you to turn me into your kinky science fair project."