Punch Drunk
Rating: NC17 for graphic sex
Pairing: Mylar
Word count: 3050
Spoilers: Season 3
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“I know, that’s why it’s so good! Oh God! Right there! Right there!”
“How did I end up here?”
“Oh Mohinder, as if you need to ask….Oh don’t stop!”
Mohinder panted as he saw the raw want in his partner’s face, his head turned to the side as he was fucked steadily, bent over the stationary cupboard shelf. Gabriel’s eyelids flickered as desperate breaths caught in his throat and made him shiver as Mohinder hit his prostate again. This was one strange turn of events…
Mohinder just didn’t get Christmas. He understood the family stuff, the togetherness and the eating, but surely Americans had all that at Thanksgiving? Why did they have another holiday a few weeks later and why did it make everyone crazy? He glanced round the lobby of the Primatech facility and saw everywhere the drippings of festivity – secretaries with Rudolph earrings, previously hard-hearted agents now bedecked in red ties with green holly leaves, and all around the tacky plastic décor. All this from a company whose daily activities included kidnapping, confinement and torture. But the worst, oh the very worst was the prospect of the Primatech Christmas Party.
This was Mohinder’s first Christmas in the bosom of the Company. He had deleted the email entitled ‘Holiday Party’, renamed this year to include the non-Christian employees, but still the reminders kept coming. He finally snapped when, after spending hours trying to decipher a slide in the lab before he realized that the unfamiliar speckling was actually glitter. He had yelled at his assistant who had simply shrugged apologetically and uttered those two hateful words which seemed to be a get out clause for every bit of madness currently unfolding at the Company – “It’s Christmas!”.
Attempts to block out the festivities had been fruitless and now he was headed towards what he was sure would be a terrible night, surrounded by people he wouldn’t spend thirty seconds with given the choice, and plagued by brainless jingling music. Standing outside the lobby of the administrative sector, designated party central for some reason, he was tempted to just make a run for it. Who exactly would miss him? He was aware that attendance at the party was mandatory, but was Angela really going to check up on him?
“Dr Suresh, so glad you could make it!” Angela snaked a motherly arm around his shoulder as the fight went out of Mohinder.
“Mrs Petrelli. How nice you look this evening.” Mohinder wasn’t actually lying. She was dressed in a typical red but there was something about her, something festive. He looked around the room and shivered to see his colleagues forcing themselves into frivolity whilst the Boss looked on. “Can I ask you something?” Mohinder turned to Angela. “I appreciate the gesture but why is the Company so keen on this party? It doesn’t seem altogether appropriate considering the line of work.”
Angela smiled thinly, having answered this question roughly 200 times in the last few days. “Appearances matter Dr Suresh. It’s a tradition here that there is a Christmas party and I didn’t want people to feel that all the fun had gone out of Primatech just as I took over. It’s important that people feel that they can let go, relax and enjoy themselves. After all, we can’t have people suffering from undue stress can we?”
“Of course not.” Mohinder wasn’t entirely convinced but he had resigned himself to the fact that he had to be here. No matter, he would just keep quiet, consume enough free booze to level a baby elephant and in a few hours this would all be over.
“Wonderful to see you’re on board Dr Suresh. Now that you’re into the spirit of the occasion perhaps you’d keep an eye on my son, he doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself.”
“Yes, fine, where is he?” Mohinder was happy to stand and talk to Peter or Nathan for a while, at least he could dodge the attentions of Miss Bates from accounting, who had been dropping hints about mistletoe since late October.
“He’s right over there by the punch bowl. I’ll take you over – he’s so shy in these situations.” Angela led Mohinder by the elbow, and all too late he realized which son he would be babysitting this evening…
“Gabriel, Dr Suresh has arrived, would you get him some punch?”
Gabriel looked sternly at the doctor. “Hello Mohinder.”
Mohinder clenched his teeth and prayed to every God he knew to deliver him from this nightmare.
“I’ll come and check up on you two in a while – have fun!” Angela swept away, homing in on Noah Bennett who had just arrived.
The two men stared at each other, and all of a sudden the room seemed to chill. “Can I get you some delicious untainted punch Mohinder?” Gabriel said, scooping up a cupful with a nearby glass. “I promise that if you pass out it will be because of the gin and not drugs.”
“How very amusing,” said Mohinder, taking the glass. “Tell me, how does a serial killer celebrate Christmas?”
“He doesn’t. How does a human fly celebrate? Gonna get yourself a big bag of sugar and let rip?”
“Screw you.”
“Only under the mistletoe.”
“You too, always fighting – you know what that means right?” Elle was wearing a tight green dress with gold trim and had a ridiculous pair of golden baubly earrings bobbing about her face. “I see you didn’t enter into the spirit of things – surprise surprise” she said as she poked Gabriel in the chest. He was wearing all black but pointed defiantly to the tiniest holly-shaped tie pin, barely noticeable. “What, that’s it? Come on, where’s your sense of holiday fun?”
“Elle, don’t make me point to the tie again. Just run along before someone sticks an angel on your head, you look ridiculous.”
Elle stuck out her tongue and flounced off as Mohinder stifled a giggle. Gabriel smiled to see him joining in on his joke and raised his punch glass. “To Christmas, may it fuck right off and leave us alone.”
Mohinder paused before nodding gently and clinking his glass. “I’ll drink to that!”
Gabriel swished his hand loosely through black curls, resisting the urge to thrust into Mohinder’s mouth. He looked down at the doctor’s head, bobbing urgently, his eyes beautifully closed. Suddenly Mohinder ran both hands firmly over Gabriel’s hip bones, making him shift forward and yelp at the aggressive touch. Gabriel let his head tilt back and concentrated on the hungry and artless sucking which was borne of drink and the immediacy of their union. Mohinder’s shameless moaning was sending tiny shockwaves through Gabriel’s hardness and threatening to push him over the edge before time, but he didn’t want him to stop. He distracted himself by picturing the doctor two hours ago, as they had stood by the punch bowl making small talk and engaging in some serious eye fucking. Mohinder wasn’t much of a drinker but he was a sexy drunk, he had ‘accidentally’ brushed Gabriel’s groin reaching for his drink and then turned his eyes up to him innocently, biting his lip. It had made Gabriel crazy. Now here they were, and as Mohinder looked up at him once more, Gabriel lost control and came hard into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair with one hand and his jaw with another. Christmas was awesome, Gabriel thought as he came down from his orgasm. And so was gin.
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“To gin!”
“Gin!”
Mohinder and Gabriel had been hitting the punch bowl pretty hard, but mysteriously it was still full. They were much too drunk to realise that a waiter was periodically topping it up, as well as taking updates back to the kitchens on how close the pair were to either throwing up or disappearing to a stationary closet.
“You two seemed to have lightened up, are you going to leave some for the rest of us?” Noah dipped his cup into the punch bowl and regarded Gabriel judgmentally.
“Noah!” Gabriel lurched forward and bear hugged the surprised man. “Mohinder – Noah is the most, most awesomest partner in the world.”
“I’m not your partner any more Gray, get off of me!”
Mohinder giggled, too scared to talk in case he slurred his words.
Gabriel grinned stupidly as Bennett allowed himself a good-natured smirk. “Suresh, keep an eye on him will you? And you!” he gestured to Gabriel with his half spilled glass, “go easy on the punch for God’s sakes. You don’t want to wake up tomorrow next to someone you regret.”
As Noah walked away Gabriel yelled after him “Is that an invitation?” rather too loudly. Mohinder giggled again and Gabriel ran his eyes over him. “You heard what he said, you have to keep an eye on me.” He stepped closer to Mohinder and whispered into his ear breathily “In case I do someone I wouldn’t normally do.”
Mohinder’s eyes widened. “You said someone! Someone you wouldn’t normally do!” Yes, he was definitely slurring.
“I did?” Gabriel burst out laughing.
“That was a Frer, a Freud, a Freudien slip,” Mohinder noticed the room was beginning to move. He put down his glass on the buffet table and tried to steady himself but ended up pitching forward and landing with his hands flat on Gabriel’s chest.
“Whoah, Mohinder, you’re drunk!” Gabriel put his own glass down and gripped Mohinder around the waist.
“Mmmmm.” Mohinder stared, infatuated with Gabriel’s striking good looks at this proximity. Had he always been this handsome? “You’re one to talk, you’ve drunk just as much as me.”
Gabriel leaned into his ear. “Yes, but I’m so much bigger than you, I can take it.”
As if on cue he leaned too far and his knee buckled. As he started to fall Mohinder grabbed at him and the two wobbled, trying to stay upright whilst simultaneously laughing so hard that people started to look over again.
“Maybe we should erm, get out of everyone’s way for a while – seems like we’re embarrassing them by having too much fun.” Gabriel looked over his shoulder and spied the corridor which led to the store cupboards. Bingo.
Mohinder didn’t comprehend but just followed willingly. His head was spinning and felt he might fall down or just fall asleep if he didn’t stick with Gabriel, who was strong enough to manoeuver him without much grace out of the party room. The waiter who had been topping up the punch grinned as he watched them go. He’d just won twenty bucks.
Gabriel popped the lock on the store cupboard on the end of the corridor, where the chatter of the party could barely be heard. He was suddenly feeling very sober as he held a swaying Mohinder and pushed him through the door. Mohinder stumbled in, still giggling, but when he turned around the image of Gabriel, all in black, looking somehow intimidating, was framed by the very thick, very locked door. He tensed and the smile fell from his face.
“Well here we are.” Gabriel didn’t move but seemed to grow another few inches. He loomed over Mohinder, regarding him with hungry eyes.
Mohinder weighed up his options. He could make his excuses, try to leave and take the chance that Gabriel would allow him to. He could puff himself up, take advantage of his drunken adrenaline and try to fight his way out. Or, he could do this….
Before Gabriel could react Mohinder was on him, smashing their mouths together and taking a handful of hard cock through his quickly dampening pants. Gabriel’s hands found Mohinder’s firm ass and gripped it, squeezing rhythmically and matching the pressure on his groin as they started to moan into each other. Mohinder’s hand had made its way inside Gabriel’s boxers and he was tugging relentlessly, making him see stars as the roughness of Mohinder’s touch made his eyes wet. “Lube – something!” Gabriel begged. God, this man wasn’t as gentle as he looked.
“Wha?” Mohinder was still jerking away, his dry hand and drink-addled co-ordination threatening to cause Gabriel some serious damage.
“Lube me up for fuck’s sake! Anything wet! Oh God, this is actually pretty good.” Gabriel’s eyes closed and Mohinder was confused..
“Tell me what to do.”
Gabriel swallowed hard on nothing. “Just…oh God, just suck me, please.”
Thankful of any direction Mohinder dropped to his knees and Gabriel enjoyed the temporary relief from the abuse that the doctor’s hand had been giving him. He felt Mohinder’s breath on his cock and looked down to see him frozen and panting. Impatiently Gabriel took himself in hand and gave a few quick tugs before pushing Mohinder’s mouth onto him and holding his head still whilst he settled himself, gasping around the sudden invasion. When he felt Mohinder’s tongue begin to move he lessened his grip and ran his hand through his hair gently.
“Nathan, have you seen Gabriel?”
“No ma, not for a while.”
Angela looked over at the punch bowl, which looked lonely since it wasn’t being assaulted by her newly acquired boy and his boozy companion. She glanced about the room again to confirm what she already knew – they had both disappeared.
“Well, I’ll have to have a few harsh words with those two when they finally surface. Where could they have got to?”
Nathan rolled his eyes. “Ma, for a smart woman you can be pretty dumb sometimes. I suggest you start by checking the store cupboards, and if they’re not there maybe look under a few desks. Damn kids, can’t handle their booze.”
“I think it’s definitely my turn.”
“No Mohinder, you’re mistaken,” Gabriel struggled with the other man’s belt, his trembling fingers making him fumble the buckle.
Mohinder growled and spun Gabriel around, pushing him against the stationary shelves with little resistance. He pressed his erection against Gabriel’s ass and covered his hands with his own as they gripped the shelves. “I may be drunk but I can still taste your come and that definitely means it’s my turn.”
Gabriel grinned as he felt Mohinder harden against him and bent over, shuffling his feet further apart willingly. “Alright Mohinder, your turn. But if you’re going to fuck me you’d better have some lube on you because my dick is still burning from your attempt at a hand job and I’m not spending Christmas sat on a cushion because you – argh!” Gabriel spasmed as he felt Mohinder push half way into him. “Stop, stop! I’m serious!”
Mohinder thrust in further as Gabriel emitted a strangled cry. “What’s the matter, did you forget the safe word?”
Gabriel’s eyes flickered as he searched his memory. “We didn’t have a safe word! Stop fucking with me!” He yelped as Mohinder pulled out and went to his discarded jacket and pulled out the lube.
Mohinder handed the tube to Gabriel, who had a murderous look in his eyes. “Here, if you’re such a baby about being dry fucked then you can do portion control.”
Gabriel slathered his hands liberally whilst Mohinder took hold of his hips and pulled him into a soft, conciliatory kiss. Their tongues twirled against each other as Gabriel gently took Mohinder’s length in his hands and swept down it, one hand after the other, over and over until Mohinder stopped moving and stood, catatonic with his mouth hanging open. When Mohinder opened his eyes Gabriel was bent over once more, legs wide and with his finger knuckle deep inside himself. Mohinder came to and added his own finger, working Gabriel open slowly to the sound of their barely audible moans. Mohinder took Gabriel’s hand away and gently rubbed his pucker in steady circular motions.
“Come on,” Gabriel whispered. “I want it.”
Mohinder eased into him, seeing his own wetness cover its target and his hard length disappear inside. He reached round to take Gabriel’s cock and repeated the circling of his thumb over the tip. As Gabriel leaked pre-cum onto Mohinder’s fingers the doctor pushed his full eight inches into him and replied to Gabriel’s satisfied gasp by working his cock steadily. Only then did he start to thrust, almost pulling out completely before slamming back in to the rhythm of Gabriel’s yells. Gabriel’s fingertips scrabbled on the wooden shelves deliriously as he anticipated Mohinder’s movements and garbled nonsense as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm.
Suddenly Mohinder stopped thrusting and clamped his hand on Gabriel’s cock. “Mohinder…don’t stop! Please!” Gabriel panted. “You have to come inside me”.
“Oh I will, but I want you to do it for me.” He began to pump Gabriel’s length. “You’d better come nice and hard for me because I’m not moving until you bring me off inside you.”
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and tensed, trying to tighten himself around Mohinder’s cock, but the doctor’s firm hand was turning his legs to jelly.
“Come on Gabriel, you can do better than that. I didn’t say you couldn’t move.”
Mohinder went faster, rubbing Gabriel’s hip with his free hand while his partner tried desperately to rock forwards and fuck himself on Mohinder’s still hard cock. Just as he thought that he might pass out from the effort Gabriel caught their reflection in the metal door of a storage locker and came harder than he thought possible, his vision swirling with red, black and silver. Mohinder yelled as Gabriel’s muscles contracted over and over, squeezing every drop from him. He finally thrust into him one more time just for the sake of movement before pulling out and clinging to Gabriel, who was still bent double and panting loudly.
Dragging Gabriel upright, Mohinder spun him around and kissed him hungrily, rubbing himself into the wetness across his lover’s chest. Breaking the kiss they stared at each other breathlessly, a mess of limbs and come.
“So do you get this drunk often Mohinder?”
Mohinder smiled lazily and pulled Gabriel back into their embrace, whispering into his ear. “Only at Christmas.”
Gabriel groaned, “That’s too bad, because I could quite happily do that every day of the year.”
“Who says I have to be drunk?” Mohinder purred, not bothering to check Gabriel’s reaction. He had a feeling this was going to be one Christmas gift that would keep on giving.
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