Dropping the Soap
by Caroline
Duo closed the door to his new room and leaned against it, sighing
in relief. He hadn't been enrolled a day before the big, bad soccer
players had decided he was a prime candidate for their newest
target. He shook his head. There was always one in every school –
only this time it was three and since he was undercover and couldn't
afford to break cover this early in the game, he'd had to restrain
himself from wiping the floor with the cretins. He was just glad
Heero was enrolled at the same school. They'd been separated for
nearly three weeks before ending up together at Santino Military
Academy. But Heero had been here for a week and a half already.
Which meant he'd already been assigned a room – a room that Duo
wasn't in.
He pushed himself off the door and flung himself onto his unmade
bed, wanting more than anything for Heero to be there at the moment,
to hold him and take away the skin-crawling feeling those creeps had
left him with.
But Heero wasn't there – which was probably for the best. He'd had a
hard time resisting the urge to jump his lover when they'd been
reunited a couple of days before… in the crowded cafeteria. Since
then they'd been alone for only a few minutes at a time, only
managing to steal a handful of kisses and playful gropes before
being interrupted by an untimely roommate or teacher. Had Heero been
there at that moment, Duo doubted he could have restrained himself
any longer – which would have been bad since he could hear his own
roommate rattling around on the other side of the room.
He sighed dejectedly. He wanted Heero. They were finally together
again, but he still couldn't have him.
"You okay, Duo?" said a voice from the other side of the large desk
that served as a partition between the two beds. Duo looked up
through his hair to see his roommate, Blake, stick his head over the
top of the high desk to look at him.
"Yeah, sure. Just peachy," he replied before rolling over to stare
at the wall.
"Let me guess. Tío and his cronies decided to give you the old
Santino Academy welcome?" Duo could hear a tinge of bitterness in
his voice.
"How'd you guess?"
"I still have a scar from my `official welcome.'"
Duo rolled over to regard his roommate. "They hurt you?"
"More like I hurt myself. Tío moved just as I took a swing at him.
My fist hit the concrete wall behind him. Broke two fingers."
Duo winced. "Ow. Sorry."
"Me too. But I guess they learned that I'd fight back if cornered
again. They've not spoken to me since." He cocked his head and gave
Duo a look. "Perhaps you should try it. Let them know they can't
just mess with you."
Duo hugged his pillow and curled his legs tighter to his body. "I
wish," he muttered not loud enough for Blake to hear him, frustrated
beyond belief for not being able to defend himself and rubbing at
the spot where Tío had grabbed his arm.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." He uncurled and reached under his bed to grab his shower
bucket and towel. "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay?"
"Good idea. Get it in now while they're at soccer practice. Just be
careful, okay Duo? Don't let them corner you in there." He smirked,
eyes glinting with mischief. "Just watch your back, and whatever you
do, don't drop the soap."
Duo just rolled his eyes and waved goodbye over his shoulder as he
opened the door and slipped outside.
The communal showers were at the end of the hall. The toilet and
urinal stalls were on one side, while a separate, large room with
five shower heads lined the other. Duo had never particularly cared
for communal bathing. He wasn't ashamed of his body per se, but he
didn't really care for anyone to see him sans clothing. Only Heero
was allowed to ogle his goodies, but sadly, Heero wasn't there at
the moment.
Fortune was smiling upon him as he entered the showers. No one else
was around. Feeling some of his tension melt away at seeing the
empty room, he stepped up to a spigot and set his shower bucket on
the floor, making sure to place his shampoo, conditioner and soap on
the little shelf provided above the hot and cold tap handles. He
quickly unbraided his hair and shed his clothes, placing them on the
bench outside the frosted glass door of the shower room to keep them
dry and hung his towel on the hooks on the wall opposite the
showerheads, then returned to turn on the water, waiting until it
was just the right temperature to step underneath.
Closing his eyes, he stepped into the spray, raising his head so the
water could rain down over his face and down his neck. He gasped a
little at the sensation as he lifted his hands to slick back his
hair. He took secret pleasure in showers – real showers. In space
and on ships and poorer colonies like L2 where water was a precious
commodity, sonic showers were the norm. And even those had been rare
enough on L2. But a shower – a *real* shower with *real* water – he
hadn't experienced those until his arrival on Earth. Feeling the
water wash over him, cascading down from above, was something he
took great pleasure in. He could easily spend hours in the shower as
long as the hot water held out.
Duo smirked. His lover often complained that Duo took more pleasure
in showering than he did in him. It wasn't true, of course. But
oooh… it was a close second.
Reluctantly stepping out of the spray, he wiped at his eyes with one
hand while blindly reaching for the soap with the other. Finding the
bar with his fingers, he grabbed for it, cursing as it nearly
slipped out of his grasp. He blinked to clear his vision before
beginning to rub the soap over his torso. He scrubbed vigorously,
trying to clean away the crawly feeling those jackasses had left.
Jerks. Why there was always at least one in every school, he'd never
know. And while he knew he could easily take them all if it came
down to a fight, the look in Tío's eyes as he'd raked his gaze over
Duo's body still made him feel unclean.
That was one thing he'd never could get about guys like Tío and his
friends. They'd rag on him for looking "like a fairy," but they'd
always threaten to do to him the same kinds of acts they claimed
they "reviled." He sighed. He would never understand homophobes.
Growling in disgust, he shoved the memory of the incident away and
scrubbed harder.
A stray puff of air was the only thing that alerted him before a
strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around his body. He yelped in
surprise and tried to jump forward, but the iron grip around his
waist held him tight. He shifted his stance, prepared to elbow
whoever it was in the gut to get away when a familiar chuckle
against his ear stopped him. Duo craned his head around to get a
glimpse of his "attacker."
"Heero? Jesus, man. You nearly gave me a heart attack," the long-
haired boy said, relaxing into his lover's grasp.
"And you scream like a girl," Heero breathed in reply, nuzzling the
shell of Duo's ear.
"I do not," Duo muttered, playfully batting Heero away. "What are
you doing here anyway?"
Heero's arms tightened around his lover's waist. "I came to see you.
Blake said you were in the shower, so I thought I'd join you."
The American pilot tried to ignore the way his blood had started to
surge at Heero's touch and attempted to wiggle free from his
grasp. "And as much as I love seeing you, Heero, do you really think
this is the right time and place?"
Heero's hand wandered slowly across Duo's stomach to cup his lover's
awakening arousal. "I think this is the perfect place," he breathed
as Duo gasped and thrust unconsciously against his hand.
"But… but Heero…" Damn it was hard to think with Heero's hand on his
cock. "This is a *communal* shower. Anybody could walk in here."
Heero pulled Duo so their bodies were flush against each other and
Duo could feel the evidence of Heero's arousal against his
backside. "That's what makes it perfect," Heero replied, stroking
Duo to full hardness.
The American tired to breathe, tried to think. But the slow grinding
of Heero's hips into his ass and the steady ministrations of his
lover's hand caused all rational thought to flee his mind. Gone was
the thought that anyone could walk in at any moment. Gone was the
thought that by getting caught the could jeopardize their mission.
All that mattered at that moment was Heero and Heero's touch upon
his skin.
He relaxed into Heero's embrace. The Japanese pilot took that as a
sign of acquiescence and moved his mouth to Duo's neck, sweeping his
lover's long, wet hair out of the way with one hand. Duo tilted his
head to give Heero easier access. Heero's hand continued to stroke
him – long, slow strokes that paused occasionally to allow a rough-
padded thumb to rub teasing circles around the head. Duo moaned
softly, then gasped as Heero's other hand plucked the forgotten bar
of soap out of his hand to drop it back on the shelf, then returned
to his body to brush against one pebble hardened nipple. Heero's
teeth and tongue found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear,
sending shivers down Duo's spine. He whimpered. He trembled. It had
been too damn long since he and Heero had been in a position to… be
in this position. Too damn long, and he was ready to come with just
a few strokes of Heero's hand.
Not wanting to reach the end so soon, he reluctantly pulled his head
away from Heero's mouth and wiggled in his grasp until he was face
to face with his Japanese lover. He leaned his forehead against
Heero's and smiled. "I've missed this."
"I've missed *you*," Heero replied, bringing one hand up to cup
Duo's face.
Duo leaned into the touch. "I'm so glad you're here now."
Heero must have heard something in his voice because he lifted Duo's
chin to search his eyes. "Did something happen?"
Duo shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing I couldn't handle. Well,
if I'd been allowed to handle it."
"Duo…"
"It's nothing, Heero. Really. Just some of your average run-of-the-
mill bullies is all. I could have handled it had they really tried
anything."
"Then why are you so rattled?"
"I don't know." He looked away. "I guess… I'm just tired of being
picked on. The new guy is always picked on, especially when the new
guy looks like me. They got to me a little, and then you weren't
there to hold me afterward and tell me you'd kick their asses if
they tried anything."
"Duo, if they touch you…"
The long-haired boy chuckled and laid his head on Heero's
shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You'll kick their asses. But really,
I can take care of myself. I just wanted you to tell me that."
Heero lifted Duo's head and leaned in to brush a kiss against his
lips. "I'm here now."
Duo grinned. "Yes, you are. And I'm really happy to see you."
Heero smirked and pulled his lover so that their bodies were flush
tightly against each other. "So I can tell," he replied, thrusting
lightly against Duo. "Let's see what we can do about that, shall we?"
"What, here?" Duo glanced warily at the frosted glass door
separating the shower area from the rest of the bathroom. "What if
someone comes in?"
"Then we'll have to be quick, won't we?"
"But…" Whatever objections Duo might have been about to voice died
as Heero captured his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside to taste his
lover. Duo froze for a moment as though still uncertain about the
time and place, but then he yielded to the onslaught and began
responding in kind. It had been three lonely weeks without Heero,
and after this mission was over, who knew when they would be
together again? They had to take stolen moments like this whenever
they could. But Heero was right. They would have to hurry.
He reached behind him, groping for the soap. Pulling away and
laughing as Heero tried to follow his mouth, he quickly soaped them
both up until the were slipping and sliding against one another like
a pair of slippery eels. They spent a few quick moments rubbing
against each other, grinning and teasing the other until they were
both panting with need. Heero's hands wandered an invisible trail
down Duo's back until they came to the creamy smooth globes of his
pert backside. He gripped the rounded flesh hard, causing Duo to
moan.
"Heero, please…" the long-haired boy murmured as his lover's hand
continued to kneed him.
"Put the soap down and turn around," Heero whispered harshly into
his ear.
Duo laughed and pulled away just far enough to look into Heero's
eyes. "Blake warned me about this."
Heero looked at him in confusion. "Warned you about what?"
"He told me to watch my back and to be careful not to drop the soap
in the shower." Eyes twinkling in mischief, he stepped away from
Heero, out of his grasp and into the warm stream of water raining
down from above. Giving Heero an impish grin, he stretched out his
hand and let the bar of soap slip from his fingers. Flipping his
sopping mass of hair over one shoulder, he gave Heero a saucy wink
before turning around and bending over to retrieve the soap, giving
his companion a tempting view of his ass.
Heero was on him before he could pick up the soapy bar, an animal-
like growl emanating from his throat. Duo had just enough time to
throw his arms up to brace himself before Heero pressed him against
the cold tile wall, partly under the steady stream of hot water. Duo
shivered as he felt the water bead upon his back, forming tiny
rivulets that ran over his side and down one leg. Heero's hands
clutched reflexively on his hips, hard enough to leave bruises, but
Duo didn't care. It had been three long weeks without his lover, and
now they were alone and wet and naked and Heero wasn't doing
anything!
He growled in frustration and tried to push back against his lover.
Heero chuckled and held Duo's hips firmly in his unrelenting grasp.
He pressed his thumb into the smooth, rounded flesh of Duo's behind
and pulled, exposing the tight little entrance already clenching in
anticipation. Duo swallowed a scream as Heero leaned forward,
rubbing his cock along the crevice.
"You like that?"
"Nngh... Heero..." Duo panted before words deserted him. He could
feel the blunt tip of his lover's erection teasing his entrance,
stretching him in preparation of what was to come. Duo grunted. What
was to "come" indeed. He was going to come if Heero didn't get a
fucking move on.
Apparently his blue-eyed lover felt the same. The intense hold Heero
had on his hips tightened as he heard his partner's breathing become
more ragged. He leaned over Duo's back, one hand loosening its death
grip on his hip to snake around the American's body to grasp his
arousal, stroking him until Duo was mewling mindlessly against the
wall, little white-gold sparks dancing up and down his spine.
"Duo," Heero's voice rasped in his ear, "I need... something. I...
don't want to hurt..."
The hazy fog lifted from Duo's mind long enough to allow him to grab
his bottle of conditioner from the little shelf. He tossed it over
his shoulder to Heero, bemoaning the loss of Heero's hand from his
cock when it disappeared. He ground his backside against his lover,
indicating his impatience. He heard Heero snap open the lid, then a
brief second later felt the cool, slippery liquid being poured
generously onto his lower back. He raised up a little to allow the
makeshift lubricant to slide down his crevice, coating both himself
and Heero.
His lover wasted no time. He positioned himself, then slowly pushed
his way into Duo's body, stopping every few moments to allow the
long-haired boy to adjust.
Duo bit his lip as Heero entered him. Three weeks was a long time,
and without much preparation, there was some pain. But he didn't
care. Heero was being careful, and he knew the pain would be gone
soon, to be replaced by something deliciously better. He swallowed
hard and willed his body to relax, pushing back against his lover in
an effort to speed up the process. Heero, however, shifted his grip
on his hips to hold him in place. Duo moaned in protest.
"No, Duo. Slow... slow..." Heero panted as he seated himself fully
into his smaller lover's body.
The long-haired pilot tossed his head back, knees quaking at the
sensation of Heero buried deep inside him, unmoving. He clenched
around his lover's cock reflexively, trying to get Heero to move,
thrust, do *anything* other than stand still, torturing him.
He heard Heero make a kind of strangling noise in the back of his
throat before pulling nearly all the way out of Duo's tight heat and
pushing, slowly, back inside.
The American gave a hoarse shout as Heero slowly filled him again.
Over and over, the steady repetitive thrusts caused the pain to turn
from a dull ache to a slow burn, spreading a searing warmth
throughout his body. He panted against the wall, sliding his legs
wider apart and tilting his hips ever so slightly so that the next
thrust his the spot deep inside that made him see stars. He nearly
screamed as Heero hit the mark again, his cries reverberating
through the tiled room.
Heero, for his part, was mostly silent. Only the occasional grunt or
deep breath reached Duo's ears as he kept up his steady rhythm. Duo
gnawed on his bottom lip as he clawed the slick tile wall for a
firmer grip in order to give him better leverage.
Heero let go of his hip to wrap his arm around Duo's chest like a
steel beam, providing his lover something to hold onto as he thrust
back against Heero, silently urging him to move faster.
On any other day, Heero probably wouldn't have given in, preferring
to tease and torment his lover until Duo was mindless and incoherent
with pleasure. But this was the longest they had been separated
since becoming lovers. The need, the urge to be close to each other,
even only for these brief, stolen moments, proved to be too much
even for the Perfect Soldier. Clutching his lover tightly to his
chest, one hand toying with a dusky nipple, the other wandering...
lower, he increased his pace, in and out, over and over deep, quick
thrusts that shook Duo to the core, causing his legs to tremble so
much that the long-haired boy knew he wouldn't have been able keep
standing if it hadn't been for Heero's hold on him.
He was close. He could feel it building, low in the pit of his
stomach, white-yellow sparks dancing in front of his eyes. He
panted, cursed, cried out, wanting that completion and wanting to
feel Heero reach his as well. He tensed, feeling the dam ready to
break... when Heero abruptly stopped moving and clamped a strong
hand over his mouth.
Duo gave a strangled, muffled wail around Heero's hand that was
immediately cut off when Heero leaned over to whisper harshly into
his ear. "Shhh. We're not alone."
The American immediately went still. Over the sound of the shower,
on the other side of the frosted glass door, Duo could hear voices.
Three of them from his estimation, laughing and carrying on so
loudly, Duo wondered how he had missed them come in. Heero shifted
slightly, still buried deep inside him and he had his answer. Heero
had a way of making him lose his mind...
The laughing grew louder but Duo couldn't hear exactly what they
were talking about. Truth be told, it was rather hard to think with
Heero flexing inside of him. Duo silently prayed to whatever gods
were listening that the other boys in the bathroom would hurry up
and *leave* because if they didn't, they'd have to face Shinigami's
wrath for interrupting his and Heero's first time together in weeks.
Heero apparently felt the same way. He slowly withdrew from Duo's
body until just the tip of his cock remained inside. Then, with
equal slowness, pushed back inside.
"Don't make a sound," he whispered as he repeated the process. "If
you cry out, we'll be discovered."
"Same goes... for you," Duo panted breathlessly behind Heero's hand
as his lover continued his slow movements.
The boys outside continued to joke and carry on outside, running
water in the sink, flushing toilets. Silently Heero pushed Duo
forward, crushing him against the wall. The arm that had been
holding him across the chest was now lifting his leg, spreading him
wide. Heero's other hand was still clamped on his mouth. Duo
clenched his eyes shut, tears beginning to leak out the corners as
Heero fucked him slowly into the cold tile wall.
He trembled. Heero trembled with him. He bit his lip to keep from
crying out behind Heero's hand as his lover hit that spot again. His
cock was being rubbed against the tile, not painfully so; on the
contrary, if Heero kept his slow movements up, he wouldn't be able
to hold back, they'd be discovered and their cover would definitely
be in jeopardy.
Fortunately, the gods seemed to be looking out for the lovers. With
one final outburst of laughter, they heard the door to the bathroom
open and the other boys troop outside.
Heero and Duo both froze for a moment, ears straining for any sound
that might indicate someone was still out there.
Heero broke the silence first. "I think they're gone."
Duo shook Heero's hand off his mouth. "I don't care if they are,
dammit. Finish it!" He squeezed Heero's cock with his inner
muscles. "Please!"
An almost vicious growl was all the warning he got before Heero
started moving again, this time hard and fast. Duo cried out,
flinging his head back against Heero's shoulder. His Japanese lover
lowered his mouth and bit down on Duo's shoulder.
"Yes! Oh god... Heero..." Duo knew he wouldn't be able to hold out
this time. And he didn't want to. The cool tile against his cock,
the warm water on his back and the searing heat of Heero inside of
him... it was all too much. With one last, keening cry he bucked
against the wall, coating it and his own stomach with his seed. The
orgasm caused him to shake almost violently, clamping down on
Heero's cock as his lover continued to pound him. Then, with a
shout, Heero stiffened behind him. Duo shivered as he felt the
culmination of Heero's passion spill deep inside him.
Heero continued to thrust, using short, shallow strokes until he
collapsed bonelessly against Duo's trembling back.
How long they stood, still joined, under the steaming water, Duo
wasn't sure. Slowly they regained their senses and began breathing
normally. Heero gently pulled out, knowing Duo would be raw after
such a nearly rough coupling. The American had to be peeled off the
tile wall, his legs threatening to give out on him.
Heero hooked one arm under Duo's, holding him upright as he took the
washcloth from the little shelf and gently bathed his lover and
himself until they were both clean and rosy... and thoroughly pruned.
Duo let out a disappointed sigh as Heero turned off the water, but
snuggled in his lover's arms as Heero yanked down the towel Duo had
hung on a hook on the non-shower side of the room and began to dry
them both.
"Mmm, Heero. Thanks. I needed that," he said drowsily, not wanting
to move.
Heero hesitated for a moment before replying. "Me, too."
Duo smiled to himself against Heero's chest, then sighed
wistfully. "I don't want to go back to my room. I want to stay with
you, in your arms, like this." He squeezed his lover hard, not
wanting to let go.
"I don't either. But it's almost time for the dinner bell. We have
to get dressed."
Duo sighed again and nodded, letting his arms drop and pulling away.
But Heero didn't allow him to get very far before he was yanked back
against his lover so Heero could kiss him, long and deep.
Both boys were a little breathless by the time Heero finally let him
go. With one last brush of his lips against Duo's forehead, he
stepped away, grabbing his own towel off its hook and wrapping it
around himself. Duo did the same, staring at his lover wistfully.
"I don't suppose we'll have too many opportunities like this on this
mission, will we Heero?" he asked as he opened the shower door,
shivering a little as the cooler air from the other side hit his
skin.
Heero smirked. "We may get another."
Duo raised an eyebrow at his lover as he gathered his clothing from
the bench. "You have something in mind?"
"My roommate is going to be gone all weekend..." the Japanese pilot
trailed off, leering at his lover.
Duo let out a loud "whoop," dropping his clothes and launching
himself into Heero's arms, then winced as the sudden movement caught
up with him.
"Are you okay?" Heero asked, setting him gently on the ground. "Did
I... hurt you?"
Duo shook his head and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "Nah. I'm
just sore, but it's a good kind of sore. I'll be fine in a day or
so." He grinned. "Definitely by this weekend."
Heero kissed him back, then stepped away to gather his own clothes,
handing Duo his again in the process. "Go get dressed, baka. I'll
save you a seat in the cafeteria."
"Okay. See ya then, Hee-chan."
Duo slipped out of the bathroom before Heero could rebuke him for
the little pet name. He hurried down the hall to his room as fast as
he could, trying not to limp. Sitting was going to be a bitch for a
while. But it was worth it. It was most definitely worth it.
He shuffled into his room, ignoring his roommate as he pulled clean
clothes out of his closet and began to dress.
"Feel better?" Blake asked, glancing up from where he was lying on
his bed, reading a book.
"Oh yes. Much." Duo limped over to his dresser to grab some clean
socks, hurrying as fast as he could in order to see Heero again as
soon as possible.
Blake gave him a funny look. "You okay?"
"Couldn't be better." He had some shoes around here... somewhere.
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh.!" Ah! One found... where was the other?
"Then why are you walking funny? Did something happen?"
"Yep." He shoved his other shoe onto his foot and rushed over to the
door.
"Well? What happened?" Blake insisted.
Duo grinned at him as he opened the door to leave. "I dropped the
soap."
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