"I thought you preferred to listen to me speak," Mohinder said, though he did turn and drop the paper towel so to focus his attention strictly on Gabriel. "I'd do better speaking if I wasn't so distracted by you," he continued, arms slipping happily around Gabriel's neck as he pushed more firmly against the other man's hips. There was no denying that they were both excited. Mohinder didn't hide the fact and stood on his toes to kiss those pouting, sweet lips.

It was a race to the bedroom after that, Mohinder tearing into newly purchased sheets. He assumed Gabriel would be able to bring the other necessities with him.

He shook one sheet out over the mattress cover before he turned again towards the American. "Gabriel?" He knew the man liked how he said his name. "Would you kindly help me with the zipper on these jeans?"