Heroes fic: Three Alarms
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out_thereTitle: Three Alarms
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I make no money and I used no betas so errors are mine, copyright is not.
Summary: Every couple develops "getting up in the morning" routines. This is theirs.
Matt is a Three Alarm kind of guy.
It takes Mohinder (who has always been and will always be a One Alarm type) a while to get used to it.
The first time the alarm clock rings, Matt will lurch towards the bedside table with a groan, blindly hitting the snooze button. Then he’ll curl on his side, facing away from the window and the single stream of sunlight that peeks through the crack in the curtains, and pull the covers around him. The whole event takes fifteen seconds and Matt can do it without waking up at all.
When the alarm goes again, Matt will blink his eyes open, lean up on one elbow and say something like, “Another ten minutes can’t hurt.” He says this every morning, regular as clockwork, and then presses the snooze button. Half-awake, he’ll roll over towards Mohinder and stretch an arm over him. Sometimes, he’ll use Mohinder’s shoulder as a pillow, sometimes his chest. Sometimes, he’ll flop a leg over Mohinder’s as well.
But every single time, Matt only manages five minutes of pretending to sleep. Then his hand will start to wander, a few fingers trailing down Mohinder’s side, a palm grazing the skin of his stomach or a light brush tickling along his hip. Matt will turn his head, slowly kissing wherever he can reach (shoulder, chest, neck), mouth warm and wet on Mohinder’s bare skin.
This is when Mohinder can’t help shifting, raising a leg to rub it along Matt’s, spreading his fingers across Matt’s broad shoulders and strong back. He’ll try to catch Matt’s mouth in a kiss, but Matt always turns away. (“Morning breath,” he’d said once, “that’s never a turn-on.”)
Then Matt will nip lightly at his collarbone and drag his tongue down Mohinder’s chest, or suck soft, wet kisses down his sternum. He’ll pull his weight off Mohinder and start moving down the bed, slow and easy, and that is when the third alarm will go off.
Without fail, it always happens precisely when Mohinder has started to forget about alarms, has stopped thinking about getting out of bed and taking Molly to school. It always takes him by surprise when the shrill alarm starts beeping and Matt switches it off with an apologetic but cheeky grin, and asks, “Do you want to make Molly’s breakfast or lunch?” or “Do you want first or second shower?”
This time Mohinder’s the one who groans, who glares at the clock and knows that as much as he wishes otherwise, they need to get up or Molly will be late.
(The only exception is on the weekend, when Mohinder will say, “It’s Saturday. Molly can watch cartoons for a couple of hours,” and Matt’s answering grin is worth setting the alarm for.)
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I make no money and I used no betas so errors are mine, copyright is not.
Summary: Every couple develops "getting up in the morning" routines. This is theirs.
Matt is a Three Alarm kind of guy.
It takes Mohinder (who has always been and will always be a One Alarm type) a while to get used to it.
The first time the alarm clock rings, Matt will lurch towards the bedside table with a groan, blindly hitting the snooze button. Then he’ll curl on his side, facing away from the window and the single stream of sunlight that peeks through the crack in the curtains, and pull the covers around him. The whole event takes fifteen seconds and Matt can do it without waking up at all.
When the alarm goes again, Matt will blink his eyes open, lean up on one elbow and say something like, “Another ten minutes can’t hurt.” He says this every morning, regular as clockwork, and then presses the snooze button. Half-awake, he’ll roll over towards Mohinder and stretch an arm over him. Sometimes, he’ll use Mohinder’s shoulder as a pillow, sometimes his chest. Sometimes, he’ll flop a leg over Mohinder’s as well.
But every single time, Matt only manages five minutes of pretending to sleep. Then his hand will start to wander, a few fingers trailing down Mohinder’s side, a palm grazing the skin of his stomach or a light brush tickling along his hip. Matt will turn his head, slowly kissing wherever he can reach (shoulder, chest, neck), mouth warm and wet on Mohinder’s bare skin.
This is when Mohinder can’t help shifting, raising a leg to rub it along Matt’s, spreading his fingers across Matt’s broad shoulders and strong back. He’ll try to catch Matt’s mouth in a kiss, but Matt always turns away. (“Morning breath,” he’d said once, “that’s never a turn-on.”)
Then Matt will nip lightly at his collarbone and drag his tongue down Mohinder’s chest, or suck soft, wet kisses down his sternum. He’ll pull his weight off Mohinder and start moving down the bed, slow and easy, and that is when the third alarm will go off.
Without fail, it always happens precisely when Mohinder has started to forget about alarms, has stopped thinking about getting out of bed and taking Molly to school. It always takes him by surprise when the shrill alarm starts beeping and Matt switches it off with an apologetic but cheeky grin, and asks, “Do you want to make Molly’s breakfast or lunch?” or “Do you want first or second shower?”
This time Mohinder’s the one who groans, who glares at the clock and knows that as much as he wishes otherwise, they need to get up or Molly will be late.
(The only exception is on the weekend, when Mohinder will say, “It’s Saturday. Molly can watch cartoons for a couple of hours,” and Matt’s answering grin is worth setting the alarm for.)
