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cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-19 06:41 am
cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-19 06:41 am
FIC: Underwire
Title: Underwire
Characters: Mohinder/Peter, Sylar, Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Oral sex, cross-dressing.
Summary: Mohinder and Peter are looking for drag.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM and also a Ridiculously Specific prompt.
It was a habit they'd started on the run - dressing in disguises in order to evade the authorities. It was necessity that had brought them to a boutique that specialized in catering to the... well, the fabulously inclined. In other words, they were looking for drag.
The sales clerk tried talking them into something flamboyant and pricey, but they really couldn't use anything too flashy. They grabbed a bunch of items and headed back to the dressing rooms themselves, helping each other into their get-up.
"Bras are even harder to put on than they are to take off," Peter remarked as he helped Mohinder clasp his underwire.
"I wouldn't know," Mohinder confessed. "I haven't had much field experience." After donning his dress, he straightened a wig on his head, one with long, curly locks near his natural color. Peter, for his part, had inexplicably grabbed a straight blonde wig, wearing it before they even got to the dressing room. It looked a little out of place, as it didn't match his eyebrows.
Mohinder could pass easily for a woman; with his broad shoulders disguised by a wide-strapped sundress. He had an androgynous sort of beauty that Peter found remarkably attractive.
"Is something wrong, Peter?" Mohinder asked as he turned around. Peter's mouth fell open, as he floored by Mohinder's new appearance.
Peter was reluctant to admit it. "You're a little bit hot, Mohinder."
Mohinder blushed. "Well, Peter, you aren't bad yourself." Suddenly Mohinder let curiosity get the better of him, and he reached up and caressed Peter's shoulder. "Do you mind? I just wanted to see if..."
"Not at all," Peter whispered, closing the space between him and allowing Mohinder's hand to wander up his shoulder to across his back.
"I just wanted to see if... if..." Mohinder continued. He could feel Peter's breath on his neck. He could feel Peter's lips gently touch his skin, making his hair stand on end. He could feel Peter's hand going up the skirt of his dress, finding his balls bunched up in a pair of women's underwear.
Mohinder sighed at the sensation of Peter's touch, and as he felt himself backed up against the wall in the dressing room, he let his own fingers play at the waistband of Peter's skirt, playfully darting in and under. He felt just the tip of Peter's erection come up against his fingertip, moist already with anticipation. Emboldened, Mohinder thrust his entire hand down the front of his skirt, grasping Peter's member through the fabric of his panties, pumping it up and down until Peter moaned and fell to his knees.
He had come all over Mohinder's hand, and as Mohinder wiped it away on the back of his dress, Peter lifted the front of it and pulled Mohinder's cock out from behind the fabric, delicately licking the shaft before plunging its whole length into his mouth. Vigorously he worked, sucking and licking and even nibbling in all the right places and in all the right ways, until Mohinder couldn't take it anymore. He came hard into Peter's mouth, crying out with satisfaction.
A bell jingled towards the front of the store - new customers had just walked in. They headed straight to the back as if by instinct, and the door flew off the dressing room as though of its own accord. Sylar stood there, his hand held out to aid his telekinesis; Nathan was right beside him.
Peter turned his head, Mohinder's effusion still dripping from his lips as he struggled against surprise to swallow. Mohinder, for his part, pulled his skirt down and sank to the ground beside Peter, and together they prepared for the worst.
"Well, ladies," Sylar smiled. "You're looking good."
Nathan grinned. "I always did have a weakness for blondes."
Characters: Mohinder/Peter, Sylar, Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Oral sex, cross-dressing.
Summary: Mohinder and Peter are looking for drag.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM and also a Ridiculously Specific prompt.
It was a habit they'd started on the run - dressing in disguises in order to evade the authorities. It was necessity that had brought them to a boutique that specialized in catering to the... well, the fabulously inclined. In other words, they were looking for drag.
The sales clerk tried talking them into something flamboyant and pricey, but they really couldn't use anything too flashy. They grabbed a bunch of items and headed back to the dressing rooms themselves, helping each other into their get-up.
"Bras are even harder to put on than they are to take off," Peter remarked as he helped Mohinder clasp his underwire.
"I wouldn't know," Mohinder confessed. "I haven't had much field experience." After donning his dress, he straightened a wig on his head, one with long, curly locks near his natural color. Peter, for his part, had inexplicably grabbed a straight blonde wig, wearing it before they even got to the dressing room. It looked a little out of place, as it didn't match his eyebrows.
Mohinder could pass easily for a woman; with his broad shoulders disguised by a wide-strapped sundress. He had an androgynous sort of beauty that Peter found remarkably attractive.
"Is something wrong, Peter?" Mohinder asked as he turned around. Peter's mouth fell open, as he floored by Mohinder's new appearance.
Peter was reluctant to admit it. "You're a little bit hot, Mohinder."
Mohinder blushed. "Well, Peter, you aren't bad yourself." Suddenly Mohinder let curiosity get the better of him, and he reached up and caressed Peter's shoulder. "Do you mind? I just wanted to see if..."
"Not at all," Peter whispered, closing the space between him and allowing Mohinder's hand to wander up his shoulder to across his back.
"I just wanted to see if... if..." Mohinder continued. He could feel Peter's breath on his neck. He could feel Peter's lips gently touch his skin, making his hair stand on end. He could feel Peter's hand going up the skirt of his dress, finding his balls bunched up in a pair of women's underwear.
Mohinder sighed at the sensation of Peter's touch, and as he felt himself backed up against the wall in the dressing room, he let his own fingers play at the waistband of Peter's skirt, playfully darting in and under. He felt just the tip of Peter's erection come up against his fingertip, moist already with anticipation. Emboldened, Mohinder thrust his entire hand down the front of his skirt, grasping Peter's member through the fabric of his panties, pumping it up and down until Peter moaned and fell to his knees.
He had come all over Mohinder's hand, and as Mohinder wiped it away on the back of his dress, Peter lifted the front of it and pulled Mohinder's cock out from behind the fabric, delicately licking the shaft before plunging its whole length into his mouth. Vigorously he worked, sucking and licking and even nibbling in all the right places and in all the right ways, until Mohinder couldn't take it anymore. He came hard into Peter's mouth, crying out with satisfaction.
A bell jingled towards the front of the store - new customers had just walked in. They headed straight to the back as if by instinct, and the door flew off the dressing room as though of its own accord. Sylar stood there, his hand held out to aid his telekinesis; Nathan was right beside him.
Peter turned his head, Mohinder's effusion still dripping from his lips as he struggled against surprise to swallow. Mohinder, for his part, pulled his skirt down and sank to the ground beside Peter, and together they prepared for the worst.
"Well, ladies," Sylar smiled. "You're looking good."
Nathan grinned. "I always did have a weakness for blondes."