You suck in a quick breath as a tiny snowflake melts into his smooth skin, and you can't help but want to lick away the remnants with your tongue. Another snowflake hits him square on the nose and he shakes his head, smiling brightly as he laughs, gazing up at the sky.

He's gorgeous and he's here, with you.

You can't keep your eyes off him as he opens his mouth and catches a snowflake on the tip of his tongue. He smiles, licking his lips in an almost wantonly style. "I've always wanted to do that," he confesses his accented voice sending trails of desire through you. "I've always read-"

His voice continues to speak of his youth in India and how he had always wished for snow- but all you can concentrate on is how the snowflakes continue to fall and melt on his skin, his hair, his lips- you bite back a moan as you try not to voice the desire you have for him. Who knew snow could be so arousing?

His eyes are suddenly filled with concern as you bring your gaze to his, "Zane?" He questions as his hand is suddenly on your arm, his touch warming you through the thick jacket and encouraging the lust pooling in your groin. "Are you okay?"

You quickly nod your head as he squeezes your arm. "I'm fine," you stammer and his brow creases, your voice sounding anything but fine.

He steps closer and you almost want to step away, to put distance between the two of you before this leads to something more. Almost.

"Are you sure?" He questions, his voice filled with concern, his eyes searching yours.

"No," you whisper as a flicker of something you can't quite comprehend flashes in his wide eyes. Love, lust, compassion?

The snow continues to fall around you, making it feel even more serene, as you lean in and kiss him, unable to stop yourself. It just feels right. He freezes as your lips find his and your wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. For a second you think you've made a mistake. Especially, when he doesn't immediately respond to your kiss- your heart pounds against your chest and that's when you realize his heart is equally as fast.

He slowly responds to the kiss, parting his lips under your questing tongue and it's like tasting the nectar of the gods as you are finally awarded a taste of him. He moans into your mouth, his hands grabbing onto your shoulder, your neck. The kiss deepens and suddenly you don't care that you are standing outside an almost deserted diner on some country road.

"Mohinder," you moan deep within your throat as you press him back against the car, nipping at his lips as your hands run down his sides, your knee pressing into his groin.

"Zane," he gasps, his hand fisting your jacket as he squirms against you, his hips rocking into yours. The friction that it provides against your own growing erection is electric, your knees feel weak as you rock against him, kissing him hard.

Teeth clash and he nips at your lips, drawing your blood and you can't help but moan at the eroticism in the display. "Fuck," you growl as you suddenly feel his hand against the bulge in your jeans.

There's a tiny little voice of reason in your head that tells you this is wrong, especially in such a public place. But, you honestly don't care. You've never felt this alive.

You pull away, long enough to gaze into Mohinder's face. He's flushed, his skin a nice rosy hue despite the cold, the snow- his lips are red, swollen, torn and so unbelievable erotic. Your gaze locks with his, eyes dark with lust, mirroring your own.

"Oh-" he cries out as your gloved fingers slide under the waist band of his jeans and he shudders beneath you as you wrap your hand around his cock. All his movements cease as his eyes roll back and he lets out a deep moan and you practically come at the expression on his face. "Zane," he exhales sharply as he thrusts up, pulling you into another heated kiss.

You pull away, only to trail kisses down his neck. "So, beautiful," you whisper against his flushed skin. He moans and you smile against his skin as you increase your ministrations. His breathing hitches and he grabs onto your shoulders, holding onto dear life as his orgasm washes over him and he comes on your hand. "Fucking beautiful."

He groans, blinking his eyes at you, smiling sheepishly as he shudders once more. You kiss him softly as you continue to milk him. "Zane," he sighs reverently, causing you to smile in return.

You're still hard and so damn close to the edge. "Mohinder," you whine as you find yourself rutting against him.

He grins as he pushes you back against the car, taking his previous position. You gasp as his hand disappears down your jeans. It's only then you realize he isn't wearing any gloves and the feel of his palm against your erection almost pushes you into oblivion. Your eyes flutter close as he begins to stroke your length and he begins to speak, for all you know he could be reciting the phonebook, but you don't care. His voice is hypnotic, his accent coaxing you.

"Mohinder," you groan as he pulls his hand away and kisses you. You're about to protest when his fingers lightly graze over the head and you buck your hips forward.

"Zane," he whispers against your lips as hand stokes down once more. "So, beautiful." He adds and your head swims, your body instantly reacting and it only takes one more rough stroke before you're lost in the sensations that slam through your body.

Your body trembles, leaving your knees weak and you slump back against the car. He removes his hand and you glance down at the mess you've made. You can't help but smile as you pull him into another heated kiss.

Mohinder pulls away, grinning at you. "Let's get out of here-" he comments as he glances around the seemingly empty parking lot. "I think I recall a hotel down the road."

You nod, knowing that you were suppose to drive a few more hours, but you won't complain at the sudden change in plans. A hotel means a bed, means you can finally discard these soiled clothes, and admire that body appropriately. "Yeah," you respond as you lean in for another kiss before you quickly round to the other side of the car. The night is full of possibilities and you can't help but wish you'll be snowed in.

The End