Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Rating: R
Summary: Zach misinterprets, as might be his wont. First time. Blindfolds.
Note: Written for a fic exchange, for Jenn. Prompts were "yoga", "phone", and "Did you really think I wouldn't follow through with this?"
Disclaimer: I know nothing about yoga, and it probably shows.
"If you keep staring at me like that," Sendhil said, pressing the palm of his hand to Zach's eyes, "I'll have to blindfold you."
That was only a week ago, Zach thinks, looking down at the balls of Sendhil's bare feet. He seems to remember it was the first time Sendhil touched him, aside from the obligatory handshakes and casual pats on his shoulder, and he remembers his shock at the suddenness of the contact: Sendhil standing before him with a drunk smile one moment, long fingers grazing against his skin and brows and lashes the next, with the sound of Sendhil's voice in one ear and a brush of air, smelling of wine, against his cheek.
Stare at you like what, he had wanted to ask, the feigned oblivion almost a reflex. He hadn't, not out of any desire not to insult Sendhil's intelligence, but simply because his throat had turned so dry at the very first brush of Sendhil's fingers against his skin that he had trouble swallowing, let alone speaking. Then Sendhil's hand left him and he walked away into the crowd of the party, and Zach was convinced he had blown any chance of a friendship. Sendhil knew. In Zach's experience, people like Sendhil didn't like to know.
Zach lifts his gaze, over the band of Sendhil's loose trousers and the small patch of skin showing below the rim of the white tee-shirt. Sweat covers the skin, a delicate sheen, not nearly enough to gather into drops but accentuating the movement of the muscles underneath, shifting and flexing as Sendhil leans his torso forward.
The room has been heated, but Zach knows his body temperature is rising for entirely different reasons. He should look away, he also knows this. But for now Sendhil sits with his back turned to Zach, so Zach indulges, though guiltily, in running his eyes up Sendhil's back, counting the knots protruding under the worn fabric on that beautiful arch, as he counts the seconds, slowly, to ten.
Zach looks down again when he hears Sendhil begin to inhale, back down at his feet. When it came up in conversation that Zach was a yoga enthusiast, and Sendhil had--completely out of the blue--asked if he would teach him, Zach never imagined it'd be Sendhil's bare feet that would entice him the most. Zach doesn't have a fetish, but he notes the length of the toes, even the pinkies so clearly defined against his hardwood floor, and lets a smile play on his lips thinking of Sendhil's large hands and beautiful long fingers. He's been letting his mind wander on that tangent all morning. Inappropriate, to say the least.
"That was ... very good," Zach says, noticing Sendhil has stopped moving and settled down on his heels. He lost count of the number of Ardhakurmakasanas somewhere around the third or fourth, and honestly doesn't even remember how many he told Sendhil to do. Six? Eight? He hears Sendhil exhale in a short puff, then the feet are shifted away from his line of vision as Sendhil turns to sit cross-legged, looking into his face.
I'm not staring, Zach tells himself. He's looking at me. It's only natural to look back. Sendhil shows teeth, and for a brief insane moment, Zach thinks he must have read his mind. He returns the grin with a tight-lipped smile.
"Really," Sendhil says. His voice betrays nothing, and his eyes are unblinking and steady. His unruly curls are pasted with sweat to his forehead and temple. "Because I'd think that would be rather difficult for you to tell."
"What do you--" Zach is cut off by two fingers pressed to his mouth. Sendhil is smiling now, watching him from under heavy lids, that lazy look that comes over his features when he's drunk or sleepy.
"You've been staring at my feet all morning, Zach," Sendhil says, slowly rising to his knees, never removing his fingers from Zach's lips. Zach can only look, his eyes widening as his mind races, simulating every move Sendhil could make, every word he could speak, calculating his best possible counter for any given jab. How could he have been so careless, after Sendhil had even warned him in unmistakable words?
But then Sendhil edges closer and straddles his hips, knees on each side of his thighs and face inches from his own, and Zach is at a complete loss for what to do because in his world, this does not happen.
"Do you remember what I told you?" Sendhil whispers. The palm of his hand is pressed against Zach's lips now, and he's so close Zach feels every word as a tickle against the tip of his nose. Zach nods, though he has no idea and it feels like his brain has long since stopped trying to process the man before him and collapsed in surrender. The last thing he sees is Sendhil reaching into his pocket while mouthing a silent "good" with a leer on his lips.
The cloth is soft against his eyes. Zach reaches up instinctively to brush it away, but Sendhil bites his hand just hard enough to hurt, and Zach feels a tug at the back of his head and guesses that Sendhil has tied a knot. "What," Zach starts, but swallows his question when he feels a pressure to his right eye, soft but insistent, and realizes that Sendhil is kissing him through the blindfold.
"Did you really think," Sendhil says, trailing a path with hot lips over Zach's nose and pressing a kiss to his other eye, "I wouldn't follow though with this?"
Zach notices his breath is coming in short ragged drags now. He licks his dry lips and the tip of his tongue touches stubbled skin, reminding him of just how close Sendhil is and doing nothing to calm his breathing. He swallows again, savouring that small taste, wanting more, and leans his head forward tentatively, in the hopes of touching Sendhil again, but Sendhil's fingers tangle in his hair and pulls his head back.
"I thought you were--" Teeth at his jaw interrupt him, and Zach reaches up to grasp the back of Sendhil's shirt, for support. The heat radiating from Sendhil is making him dizzy. "I thought ... you were telling me to back off," he finally manages, and feels the vibration of Sendhil's body through his fisted hands and the lips pressed to his jaw. Sendhil is laughing.
"It wasn't a threat, Zach." Rough stubbles rub against Zach's cheek and he startles as Sendhil's hushed voice, colored with amusement, speaks directly into his ear. "It was a promise."
The words knock the breath out of Zach almost like a physical blow. "Oh, fuck."
His breathless exclamation is met with a chuckle, Sendhil's hands untangling from his hair and his fingertips moving down to trace the line of Zach's jaw, feather-light, making Zach's entire body shiver. "Am I done with my sequence, Zach?" Sendhil asks, almost nonchalant, and tugs at an earlobe with his teeth.
Zach turns his face to Sendhil with a groan, wanting to meet that elusive mouth with his own, but Sendhil pulls back slightly and he only hits what feels like cheekbone with his nose. So instead Zach dips down a little to press his face to Sendhil's nape. "Yes," he manages to answer, vaguely recalling what they're actually here for, and inhales. Sendhil smells of fresh sweat, and when he breathes deeper there's nothing underneath, no aftershave or cologne, just the warm, clean smell of Sendhil's skin. Throbs run through his groin at his every heartbeat but Zach keeps his body still, clenching and unclenching his fists behind Sendhil's back, not yet sure how much he can touch, how far he's been allowed to go.
"What's next?" Sendhil says, in a tone of voice that Zach can't read. He thinks he hears a note of desperation, just a hint of shallow breathing, but Sendhil's hands running over his cheeks are as steady as ever.
Zach blinks several times under the blindfold, digging up the answer he ought to know by heart from the depths of his foggy brain. "Self-massage," he finally says.
A long, drawn-out sigh caresses his ear, and suddenly Zach no longer has any doubt that he's not the only one who wants this to go as far as it possibly could. Sendhil's words, when they come, are simple, but rich and thick with lust. "Show me."
Everything is frantic then, hands pushing at his shoulders to topple him over while Zach grabs Sendhil's hips firmly, probably painfully, trying to bring his erection in contact with Sendhil, any part of Sendhil. They fall to the floor, Zach on top on his hands and knees, and while he fumbles to catch Sendhil under him, to pull their bodies together, he feels confident hands sneak inside his tee-shirt and roughly pull up the front, then a hot wetness that dips into his navel.
Zach gasps--maybe even keens--and reaches down, his fingers brushing soft curls, but before he can touch properly strong limbs tangle in his legs and he's turned over, landing heavily on his back. This time he reaches up and grabs hold of the first thing that touches his hands, the thin fabric of Sendhil's old tee-shirt, and pulls the body down to him violently to suck on every bit of skin that he can find blindly, not knowing and not caring if or where he leaves marks. He feels Sendhil give in and press down on him with a sharp exhale, just as he finds Sendhil's neck and bites at soft flesh, letting the salty taste spread on his tongue.
Under the Mohinder wardrobe Sendhil is all lean muscles. Zach knows, because he's been staring, but it's the first time he's been able to touch like this, not a piece of clothing separating Sendhil's damp skin from the palm of his hands, eagerly kneading every firmly-defined muscle of Sendhil's back. Zach feels as though there isn't a single part of him that isn't touching Sendhil, greedily pressing up to meet him, the heat between them scorching, but wanting even more than that he traces the line of Sendhil's neck and jaw up to those full lips, opening his mouth and extending his tongue. Sendhil accepts the offer and sucks Zach's tongue into his mouth, letting Zach touch and taste him inside, the sound of their wet mouths touching ringing in Zach's ears and making him groan deep in his throat.
"Can you even imagine," Sendhil breaks off and breathes into his mouth, "what it feels like? Those eyes, your eyes--fuck, so gorgeous--staring, intent, burning holes in my skin?" Every word Sendhil speaks sends sparks flying before Zach's blinded eyes and he moans, shamelessly, head thrown back and mouth gaping. "How could I not want to do this to you, Zach?" Zach feels something sneak in between them, between their chests and down to their groins, Sendhil's hands grasping their erections and pressing them together, making Zach twitch uncontrollably with the heat of the touch. "To do like this?"
The clothing separating them is soon wet as Sendhil runs his thumb over the heads of their cocks, rubbing his entire body against Zach's in short desperate thrusts. The air is heavy with its smell and Zach feels encompassed as it mixes with the smell of the bullets of sweat he imagines tickling down Sendhil's neck and face, and the faint minty scent on Sendhil's breath. It's all he knows now, behind closed eyes, Sendhil's smell choking him and Sendhil's voice filling his ears and Sendhil's heat pressed close against him. When Zach comes it's in Sendhil's hands, even the cry of his climax swallowed into Sendhil's mouth.
When he slowly begins to regain awareness of his surroundings again it's with a shudder at the lack of contact. The blindfold has been removed, leaving him squinting at the ceiling light. He hears a hushed voice from above, looks up with a frown, and meets the eyes of Sendhil who stands leaning against a wall talking into his cell phone. A red silk tie lies discarded on the floor between them. It's not Zach's.
"He's back now," Sendhil says, then silently listens to the person on the other end, only occasionally letting a chuckle or low hum slip through his lips. Zach thinks he ought to be more concerned with what is going on, here, who Sendhil is speaking to and how much Sendhil has passed on, but his mind seems blown.
"You planned all this," Zach says, sitting up, not as a question. He winces at the wetness around his crotch and stomach and reaches between his legs, feeling his cock give a twitch.
Sendhil smiles at him without a word and steps out of his pants and underwear, and manages to discard his shirt using only one hand. "I'll be home in two hours," he says into the phone, then tosses it onto the small heap of clothes at his feet.
Zach just blinks, still unable to process what any of this means. Sendhil smiles even broader and bends down to kiss the top of Zach's head, apparently completely oblivious to how that brings his now flaccid cock directly into Zach's line of sight. Zach tries to swallow and coughs, feeling himself twitch again this time not from the afterglow, and manages to squeeze out, "Two hours?"
"Don't you want a shower?" Sendhil asks with a grin, not at all a question, and Zach decides that figuring out this man can wait for an hour or two.