takhallus

Title : Train
Word Count : 351
Rating : PG

“Why have we stopped?”

Gabriel was getting tetchy. It felt like they had been on this train for days. Mohinder’s reticence to fly was understandable considering what was in the briefcase they had been charged with transporting. And where your partner goes, you go. One of us, one of them.

In answer to his question a tannoy announcement blared. “We are sorry to announce a delay to this service, which is due to an obstruction on the line”.

“Dammit!” Gabriel slammed his hand on the window.

“Calm down will you, you’ll attract attention!”

Gabriel glanced around. “Relax Mohinder, it’s just us on here. Who else would be stupid enough to catch a train from New York to Florida?”

“You know why we…” Mohinder was cut off by a dismissive wave of Gabriel’s hand.

They sat in that silence which only exists in hopelessly boring situations. Gabriel was first to break it when he glanced across at Mohinder, saying what they were both thinking.

“Like I said, we’re alone in here.” He ghosted his hand over Mohinder’s and raised his eyebrows as he turned to him. There was the briefest pause before Mohinder pulled his hand away. “What’s wrong with you? You’re insatiable lately!”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Only you could make that sound like a bad thing.”

The tannoy crackled back into life. “We regret to announce that we have no further information on the delay to this service. Please stand by for further announcements.”

“Oh that’s it.” Gabriel pounced on Mohinder, pinning him to his seat and forcing their mouths together. Mohinder relented quicker than usual, allowing Gabriel’s keen tongue to swirl into his. Just then the train sprang into action, jolting them against each other. Gabriel quickly sat back in his seat as the guard entered the carriage.

“Sorry for the delay gentlemen, we’re on the way again now.” He said cheerily.

“No problem, thanks!” Gabriel managed to squeak out, trying to ignore Mohinder’s hand on his crotch. As the guard moved on Mohinder growled something filthy into Gabriel’s ear.

“God Mohinder, you are insatiable lately. Bathroom, five minutes.”