I was just sitting in our room watching TV when I was surprised
to hear him come in. I twisted round to face him. "Heero! You're
"Yeah." He shrugged off his jacket and sat down next to me, his
tone and expression suggesting he didn't want to talk about it.
Ah well, I'd find out sooner or later; I'd work on him. For now I
was content to sit quietly with him, glad I'd sat that bit further
away from the TV so I could sneak glances at him without him
noticing. It was something I'd become proficient in, Heero-watching.
Or, to be more specific, secret Heero-watching; I could never let
him find out. I wasn't going to risk our friendship over this; I
would be content with it, if it meant I could stay with him. I could
live with not touching, as long as I could look. And god, was he
something to look at! He was the most sought-after guy in college;
but, in some small way at least, he was mine. My roommate, best
friend… and the unsuspecting object of my affections. More than
that; I was head over heels for him. It had started out as a crush,
simple lust – after all, the guy was the sexiest thing I'd ever
seen. But then, sharing a room with him, I'd got to know him, and
I'd fallen, big time.
And, the real kicker; just as my luck would have it, he was
straight. He wasn't the type to brag, no, but I knew he had girls
swooning over him and chasing after him all the time; he went out
with most of them. I didn't remember there being a weekend, in the
two years we'd roomed together, that Heero hadn't had a date. It
always seemed to be a different girl, though; he never saw them more
than a few times. And I didn't think he was a player either, he
didn't show off about his conquests or any of that shit. I thought
he was genuinely trying to find someone he liked a lot. I'd say I
was too, and that explained my own dating habits; but the ironic
thing was, I already had, and I couldn't have him. Anyone else was
just to take my mind off my situation, and have some… fun with. Heh.
Heero knew I was gay – I think quite a lot of the college population
did – but I was thankful it didn't bother him, and I was free to be
as close to him as I could get, given the circumstances. I watched
him go out with his girls and tried not to let it get to me: after
all, he'd not found the right one yet…
Which reminded me, it was a date he'd been on earlier; I wondered
again why he was back so early. I decided to gently try again.
"So… wasn't she good enough for ya?"
Heero snorted. "I guess not."
I "Tch"ed sympathetically, though inside I was feeling the
pathetic hope of those who know their situation is hopeless. I
summoned all my jovial cheer, trying to be friendly and nonchalant.
I nudged him with my elbow and winked. "What was it this time?
Wasn't she putting out?" An inner me wanted to hit myself for my
Heero snorted again. "Oh, no. That was the problem. She was." He
sighed; I got ready to ask further, but for once he didn't need
prompting. "That's all they want from me – sex. They don't want
*me* - they want to go with Heero Yuy, the captain of the basketball
team, the guy all the girls want."
I was shocked. Heero was having to fight them off! "And…" I tried
tentatively "You don't want to, y'know, take advantage of that once
in a while…?"
"No! I want someone who wants me for *me*, someone who actually
wants to get to know me before they get into my pants."
Oh Heero, if only you knew.
"They're all just so shallow." He shook his head, a sour
expression on his face.
I was still digesting this development; I was still a little
incredulous. "So… you reject all these girls… Does that mean you've…
never actually slept with one?"
He looked at me sharply, as if to see if I was mocking him; but I
was only curious. To save myself the misery of an answer I didn't
want to hear, I'd never actually asked him about his exploits
before. I'd just… assumed.
"Yeah." He was apparently satisfied my interest was genuine.
I nudged him playfully. "Well, I'm even with you on that score at
He gave me a half-glare. "That's not the same." He paused a
moment, and I waited for him to speak again. "You ever slept with a
I was slightly surprised. "Well… yeah."
"More than one?"
"Umm… yeah…" Where was this going?
"…What's it like?"
I wasn't expecting that, either. Usually straight guys were less
than interested in hearing about the, er, ins and outs of gay sex.
Still, I guessed Heero was just showing an interest, as a friend.
As such, I couldn't resist answering with a leer. "Great!" I
waited a moment to see his reaction; he was still wearing the
expression of mild curiosity, so I pressed on, an idea forming in my
wicked mind… "I mean, I went out with this guy who gave the *best*
blow jobs. The things he could do with his tongue… He could get you
real close, real fast… then keep you there for hours. Or at least,
that was what it felt like at the time…" I smirked in remembrance;
just because my heart pined for Heero didn't mean I was never
sexually attracted to another guy. I had needs just like anyone
else; and I was counting on playing on Heero's.
I cast a surreptitious glance across at him, just to see if my
plan was working; and sure enough, he shifted, very subtly. I mean,
I was getting a little warmer myself; but knowing Heero was feeling
the same was a very exciting thought. I mean, I could pretend it was
me that was for; that it wasn't just because I was talking about the
s-word to an s-word starved virgin.
Still – I was fully prepared to take advantage of any
opportunities I could. I laughed in a carefree way. "I mean, none of
them's been that Special someone yet… but it's fun while it lasts."
What was I saying?!! I might be giving him stupid ideas. "If fun's
what you want. I mean…" I smiled, looking at him curiously. "If you
never take up any of those girls on their offers, don't you ever
get" I leered "*lonely*?" I congratulated myself on my choice of
euphemism: I was a pro.
Heero knew just what I meant. "I…guess so but…" He was looking
even more uncomfortable now, in more ways than one.
I pressed on mercilessly. "…But you… take care of it yourself,
yeah?" Hell, I knew I did, when I didn't have a current partner. I
couldn't live in the same immediate area as hero, who had a habit of
walking round wearing tank tops or – I mentally whimpered –
sometimes *no shirt at all*, without spending some serious time
alone, lost in thought, as it were. Usually with the door locked and
a box of tissues handy.
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye; I could tell he was
still unsure as to my motives, but he nodded once. The mental images
were doing nothing to alleviate my own situation; I found myself
suddenly assaulted with the image of Heero, overcome with need,
reaching down to unfasten his too-tight jeans… I suddenly felt the
urge to cross my legs, and wisely followed it.
I was fascinated now. I slid a fraction closer to him on the
sofa. "Don't worry, Heero, we all do it. We all get the same urges,
only…" I waited till he turned to look at me. "It's just, that's not
the same thing as doing it with someone else."
He was eyeing me curiously.
"The thing is" I edged even closer, reaching for the remote with
my free hand and switching off the TV "when you *do* find the girl
you want to go all the way with, you want to be able to… satisfy
her, don't you?"
Heero looked at me, still with the same expression of slight
"See, the thing is, if you don't get into the right… habits, you
won't be able to last the distance. I know from experience."
"…'Right habits'?" Ah, he'd caught on quickly!
"Well yes. I mean, if you take it too fast, when you're alone,
that's all you'll be able to manage when it, er, comes to it with
someone else." I'd turned my body towards him now, so I was facing
him with my arm on the sofa back. He was thinking, I could tell.
"…I see; so?"
Bingo… "*So*," I went on expansively, "you need the right sort
of… practice. Training."
"Training?" He sounded a little incredulous.
I grinned. "Yeah, you know, for… stamina. Just like in sports."
"…And how exactly would I go about doing that?"
I grinned wider. "Well, you know, I'd be willing to help you out,
if you wanted…"
His eyes widened. "Duo, you know, you're my best friend and all,
but, you know I'm not gay…"
I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, it doesn't make you gay just cos we
fool around together a little! Loads of straight guys do it. It's
just a way of… y'know, relieving some tension!" I gave him a look
which I hoped conveyed my intention of `And I'm pretty sure you have
plenty of that'.
"And this will make it easier for me to" he blushed, just the
tiniest bit, but it was more than I'd ever seen him do before "last
longer when I'm with a girl?"
"Yeah… if you do it enough." Man, I was good.
He was considering it, I could see. I knew from a swift glance at
his lap what conclusion he'd come to in the end, though. I
congratulated myself on my skilful plan!
Sure enough, he turned to face me. "What do I have to do?"
Oh, yes! I practically rubbed my hands together with glee. But I
kept my cool, leaning in towards him with the most seductive
expression I could manage. "Well…" I slid a hand onto his thigh, not
too far at first but enough that I could get a good feel of his
muscles "first things first, mm?" I pretended not to know he was
already aroused – I know Heero had his pride. I knew he wouldn't
have wanted me to think of him as a pent-up bundle of hormones that
needed release; even though it was that very fact that my plan was
counting on. I stroked his leg sensually, speaking softly right by
his ear. "Just relax, Heero." This was the difficult part, timing it
just right. I eased myself still closer to him, trying my best to
ignore the heat that had gathered itself between my own thighs and
was getting more and more intense. He was breathing just a little
harder now, and it was making me feel even hotter. Slowly, slowly… I
edged my hand up, letting the warmth from my closeness, and the
anticipation of what was to come, do their work on Heero.
He didn't say a word… he didn't look at me… but I thought it was
about time I moved this on. I could see he was hard – well, I'd
known that for several minutes, even though I'd pretended not to –
and I took a moment just to… look, before I slid my hand into his
lap to cover his erection.
He hissed in a breath quietly, and I almost moaned aloud. A
strong tremor of desire struck through me, just at the feel of him
under my hand; it certainly seemed like he had nothing to be ashamed
of in the size department. I squeezed slightly, giddy with pride at
his moan. I loved being the first to touch him, the first one to
make him feel this way. I rubbed slowly, varying the pressure of my
hand; I was amazed how much it was exciting *me*, just touching him!
I was practically vibrating from the tension. It was almost
voyeuristic; I was just an onlooker, getting off on watching his
pleasure. His face was so expressive; I was enthralled, watching his
expression reflect all the new sensations I was giving him. I'd
always found it enjoyable, stroking a guy through his clothes: there
was that naughtiness, that tease, that not-quite-obviousness… and
this was just perfect.
But I was greedy. I wanted to give him more, if only for my own
wicked desires. I knew, by this time, that he wouldn't object if I
undid his fly like *so* and slipped my hand in like *this*, under
the waistband of his boxers…
Oh, god… his little cry as I touched him sent shivers up my
spine. His cock was big, and hot in my hand; I noted with excited
satisfaction the wet spot on his underwear as I pulled it aside,
exposing him, under my palm, to my lust-filled leer. I couldn't help
staring, I was so hard I was ready to come in my pants just from
touching and looking at him.
I stroked him slowly at first, but firmly, wanting to draw it
out, and wanting to find out what he liked best, so I could give it
to him. I felt like I was burning up from all the need that was
building and building inside me; but I would resist my own desire: I
wasn't sure how Heero would react to that yet. If necessary I'd just
have to take care of it later… from the way I was feeling, I knew
just this was going to fuel my fantasies for months.
Heero moaned louder, and I increased my pace a little, switching
hands so I could explore further: I gently rubbed his balls, cupping
them in my palm through his boxers. He was still wearing his
trousers, so it was a bit restricting; but I was determined to
change that quite soon.
I was feeling quite restricted myself; god, I was going to have
to do something soon! No amount of thinking unsexy thoughts could
ever will *this* away. I had used to try and control myself, when I
first had these feelings for Heero… but then I realised it was much
more fun not to. My imagination could come up with many highly
entertaining scenarios; but this was better than any of them. I was
already feeling so whimperingly turned on that I knew however this
turned out, whether with Heero or by myself after we were done, the
ensuing experience would be… intense.
I could tell Heero was getting close now; he was moaning softly,
more often than before. I felt a rush of pride and arousal at my
achievement – it hadn't taken very long for me to get him to this
point. Still, I had to keep this in perspective – this was his first
experience with anything except his own hand. It was bound to be
disproportionately exciting. I felt his cock swell further in my
hand – god, that feeling… I looked at him, his head thrown back,
eyes closed, mouth open just a little… He was so gorgeous, poised on
the edge of orgasm like this: I wanted to see him like this over and
over again, if only because it made me hotter than hell!
Luckily, that fitted the game plan very well.
"Nnn… Duo!" His eyes snapped open and he glared at me.
I smiled smoothly, though all I could think about was how sexy
his glare was. "Hey, I told you, this is training." I smiled at him
disarmingly and leaned in to speak in his ear again. "And for the
next step, it would be much easier if we could get rid of these…" By
way of inducement, I gently began to stroke his cock again, tugging
at his jeans with my other hand to make sure he knew just what I
meant. "Is that OK with you?"
His eyes were closed again. "Ohh… yes!" I wasn't sure if that was
a reply to my question, or just a response to me ministrations; but
I chose to interpret it as the former.
I grinned, whipping his jeans and boxers off in a flash. Of
course, that meant I had to relinquish my grasp on him again, but he
needed a little time to cool off for the effect to have full force.
It was all I could do not to drool as I looked at him, revealed
before me. He was gorgeous, this much I knew already, but like this
he was enough to make my brain stand still. He looked… wanton,
sitting there on our sofa, panting, still wearing his shirt, with
his legs spread slightly, and his cock hard and wet… and for me! I
was delirious with arousal.
I spent so long just sitting, taking in the breathtaking sight
before me, that by the time I gathered my wits I reckoned Heero
would be ready for more by now. I didn't care about pushing my luck
now – I'd gained enough confidence to try for more. So, I thought,
here's another ambition fulfilled.
Slowly, as if a sudden movement might scare him, I slid off the
sofa and moved between his legs, noting with a shiver of lust the
easy way he spread them further apart to accommodate me… I paused,
on my knees in front of him, and looked up to note his expression as
he realised what I was going to do now.
His eyes widened. "Duo… I don't-"
I fought back a moment of doubt, and kept my cool; I locked gazes
with him, moving closer, closer… so I was sure he could feel my
breath on his arousal as I spoke… "C'mon, Heero… You *need* this
now, don't you?" I gently gripped the base of his cock, rubbing my
thumb over the skin. He whimpered, just quietly… I hid my grin. "It
doesn't mean anything about you. I'm just a friend, helping you
out…" I moved my mouth over him, not touching, but building the
tension, letting him have an idea of what I could offer… After a few
long minutes that were torture for me just as much as for Heero, he
made a small movement of his hips, and a tiny, needy sound… and I
couldn't hold back any more. I leaned in, one hand on each of his
thighs, keeping them apart, and ran my tongue over the tip of his
The sound of surprised excitement he made was so affecting that I
heard myself echoing it quietly. His taste was addictive; I couldn't
remember being quite so eager to suck a guy's dick before, ever. I
savoured the shudders that ran through him as I gave the head of his
cock a few more licks, then finally took the tip into my mouth. He
cried out again, and I felt another surge of arousal pass through
me: I didn't think I'd ever been so turned on! He felt so good on my
tongue, smooth, hot… I loved especially the moisture at the tip – he
was dripping wet, and I once again felt that proud lust that it was
me who was making him feel this way.
I started to explore again with my other hand, now I had better
access; his balls felt full in my palm as I massaged them, and I
knew how pent-up and needy he must be feeling, because I had
experienced the same feeling myself many times through living with
Heero. I let my fingers creep back to tease the sensitive flesh
behind his balls, but stopped myself there – for now... Heero seemed
to be enjoying it immensely, making helpless little motions of his
hips, and the little erotic moans he made were doing dangerous
things to my self control… Every so often it would hit me again how
I was fulfilling one of my longest-standing and most desired
fantasies; and when it did, I couldn't help the shock of pure
excitement that shuddered through me. It was no good, I couldn't
hold myself back any longer, and I moved my hand from where it was
enjoying the feeling of Heero's hot skin, and placed it in my own
The long-awaited pressure made me moan around Heero's cock; my
balls were starting to ache from being so highly aroused for so long
without doing anything about it, and it was bliss to finally get
some relief. For now I just pressed the flat of my hand to the
length of my stiff cock, squeezing a little occasionally, drawing it
out for myself as I was doing for Heero.
I felt one of his hands come to rest in my hair, stroking me and
keeping me in place; not that I was going anywhere! The feeling of
his hand holding me there reassured me how much he wanted this;
although it gave me a naughtily exciting impression that I was being
subservient, I knew in reality it was him submitting to me. I smiled
secretly around him, taking him a little deeper, feeling my jaw
begin to ache a little but not caring at all, because of what it was
I was doing.
I didn't think I'd ever been with anyone quite so… responsive…
There is something… pansexual about initiating a virgin… and here he
was, sexy, inexperienced, and, if not in my bed, at least he was on
my couch, legs spread, for me, panting and moaning for more. God, I
desperately needed to come, I'd been hard for so long, and had
wanted him for so long before that! But a situation I would hardly
have dared hope for was just the idea that maybe, now, Heero would
let me go even further than I already had… so I tried to be patient.
It was difficult – this was too much for any normal human to
resist! So although I knew I had to be careful and keep myself in
check, I found myself undoing my fly one-handed, and extricating
myself from my far too-constricting underwear.
Ohhh, it felt so very, very good to finally be free, and to
finally be able to put my hot hand on even hotter flesh; the tip of
my cock was as wet as Heero's had been, and I moaned at the
sensation as I slid my fingertips through that moisture, spreading
it over the head of my cock so my fingers slipped easily across it.
Heero moaned too; I don't think he could see what I was doing –
his eyes were almost fully closed, and I was in the way – but he
could certainly guess from my own sounds of pleasure. It hadn't been
as long this time, but I could feel him starting to tense again, his
cock firming where I held him…
"Nnn… Duo… I'm…"
This time I let him get even closer: he was so breathtaking,
flushed with arousal, one hand clutching at my hair, the other
helplessly gripping the edge of the settee, willing me to let him
I waited till the last possible moment… then pulled away,
tightening my grip around the base of his erection for emphasis.
His eyes flew open. "Duo!" He was panting, and the way he said my
name, so absolutely full of need, almost made me reconsider… After
all, I'd love to taste him properly… but no, not this time. I shook
my head deliberately, grinning slyly at him and sitting back on my
"Not yet." I kept my voice low. "You still need… more." I left
the last word hanging. He looked at me, still out of breath and warm
and radiating arousal; and far and away the sexiest thing I could
ever have imagined, sitting there, fully and deliciously aroused,
just waiting for someone to have their way with him…
And that someone was me. I realised my own hand was still moving
in my lap; I couldn't help it, I'd been jerking off over my
imaginings of the guy for months, and now I finally had the real
thing… I groaned quietly in pleasure, just enjoying looking at him.
Heero was looking back at me, seemingly fascinated, watching my
hand move… "You do it differently to how I do it."
*That* got my full attention. I looked down at myself: I'd always
tended to masturbate holding myself between my thumb and the flats
of my forefingers, and that's what I was doing. Knowing full well
what I was asking, and unable to stop the flood of heat the
knowledge sent washing over me, I looked back at Heero. "Why… How do
*you* do it?"
I got the answer I wanted and expected. He, with just a slight
hesitation, reached down, my eyes glued to his hand.
I moaned softly as he found his destination, wrapping his hand
round his erection and stroking slowly. His eyes slid shut again; he
looked like the picture of decadence, slouched back on the sofa like
that, touching himself… Every one of my nerves was hypersensitive, I
felt like I was going to pass out! Every stroke my hand made over my
superheated flesh took me higher, brought me closer…
Oh god, I suddenly realised, if I keep on I'm gonna come before
Heero does… I slowed my hand down, not wanting to stop completely
but needing to slow the pace a little. I kept watching him,
relishing the pleasure on his face, hoping this was as enjoyable for
him as it was for me. I realised his own hand was speeding up: at
first, I thought to stop him, knowing how close he'd been just a few
minutes earlier – after I'd come this far (bad puns aside) I didn't
want to waste it all now… But then I realised it did fit my plan
after all. And in any case, it wasn't like it was a chore to watch
him… far from it… So I sat back, a spectator, feeling dirty through
just watching him – I'd worked him up so far he was obviously
desperate for release, even more so than I was. It felt so naughty,
being so turned on watching him, but he was so sensual, so focussed
on his one goal at the moment…
And getting closer to it all the time. I let him, wanting him to
be so close he would do anything to be allowed to come… I only just
barely held myself in check, but luckily it took him even less time
this time around. I watched the now-familiar – I shivered at the
thought – way in which his body trembled and tightened… I felt
myself tingle in response, even as I reached out my free hand and
stilled his own.
"Duo!" His voice was tinged with desperation; he looked at me
pleadingly. My own hand was still at work in my lap, a fact that
certainly did not escape him; but, it gratified me to see, he still
watched, a tortured expression on his face. "Please…"
I nearly moaned. "Please… what?"
"Please… make me come!"
Oh, god… At that point I had to force my hand away from my own
cock; I was too close, and my control was shredded. I gave him a
smile. "…OK," was all I could manage to say. Now it was happening, I
was struck with nerves – I mean, I'd had it all thought out
carefully, culminating in actually taking Heero… but now, could I do
it? Would it be taking advantage, even after all we'd already done?
I mean, he'd been perfectly willing all along, but was this pushing
just a little bit too far?
I looked at him again, sitting there, legs spread, hand on his
cock, all but begging me… and that made up my mind. Pretty quickly
too. I took my hand from where it was holding his still, and moved
it down, gently… "You're sure?"
"Yes!" He was trembling with need.
I moaned; so was I. I feathered my touch over his skin, getting
closer, closer… then realised something. "Lube!"
Heero panted. "What?"
"Need lube. Agh!" I got to my feet, unsteadily and unwillingly,
putting my hands up in a placating gesture. "I'll just be a sec.
Wait there!" I ran to my room in record time, grabbing the tube out
of my bedside drawer and racing back to where I'd left Heero.
I found him, to my relief, in the same position I'd left him –
some part of me had been worried he would have come to his senses in
the seconds I was gone and taken the opportunity to run from the
room; but no, he was still there, still looking gorgeous and – I
gasped a little – stroking himself again, very slowly. "I see you've
got the hang of this," I managed to whisper. He met my gaze, and I
saw just the hint of a smirk on his face.
Shaking with the effort of holding back for so long, I retook my
place between his thighs; it was almost reverently that I touched
him now, stroking my fingertips softly over his thigh, feeling him
jerk at the contact. I still couldn't believe this, even as I slid a
slick finger inside him; I only hoped I could make it last long
enough for Heero to enjoy it as much as I knew I was going to. I
groaned softly in anticipation, watching myself prepare him.
"Does… that feel OK?" My voice was hoarse; I wanted to be
absolutely sure he was happy with this.
"Yeah… it feels… good." He was as out of breath as me.
I smiled. I was suddenly struck by the urge to kiss him; but
something stopped me. I mean, I could reason it out if we kept it
to "just sex" – but would a kiss be too… intimate? Too tender? I
didn't want to risk it right now.
So I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, moaning at my own
touch as I lubed myself. I urged Heero forward so he saw right on
the edge of the settee; I could feel his body warmth and I bit back
a whimper. I couldn't wait any longer; I put one hand on his hip,
using the other to position myself, and slowly, slowly pushed inside
"God, Heero… you're so tight…" I tried to find words that made
sense but my mind was flooded with pleasure and I couldn't think
straight anymore. I made myself hold still, for my benefit as well
as his; my control was at best tenuous right now. So I took some
deep breaths, resting my head on his shoulder and calming myself
just a little.
*He* was asking *me*! I laughed breathlessly. "More than OK…" I
didn't tell him just how much more than OK… "What about you? I'm not
hurting you, am I?"
"No!" His answer was quick. "I'm fine."
Relief washed over me. By now I hoped I was strong enough to
continue, and I guessed from Heero's words that he was ready… so,
tentatively, I thrust my hips a little, hoping he enjoyed the
friction as much as I did. I couldn't stop the appreciative moan
that I made, loving being inside his body; I moved again, feeling
his heart race increase as I picked up pace a little. I couldn't
resist fumbling at his shirt now, undoing the buttons so I could
lick at his skin, tasting the gloss of sweat on his chest; I reached
a nipple with my tongue, toying gently with it… and almost melted
when I heard him whimper. I kept going, desperate to make him lose
control, getting closer with every little sound I heard him make. He
tasted so good; I explored every inch of his skin that I could
reach, feathering my tongue over his chest and neck, spurred on by
his increasing vocality. I thought I was going to die of happiness
when he put his arms round my back, holding me to him. He was hot,
inside and out, and I moved inevitably faster; what did it for me
was when he gave a particularly impassioned cry, and I knew I'd
touched the right place inside him.
"Unnn… Heero… I think I'm gonna come…"
"Me too… I thought… that was the idea…"
I gave a sharp thrust in response to his smart comment, gratified
by the delicious little "Ohh!" he made. I was so close, every muscle
thrummed with the adrenalin flowing through me… I managed to
clumsily reach between us and touch him, and the final groan of
pleasure he gave was all it took. My orgasm hit like taking that
last step off the edge of a cliff, and I squeezed my eyes shut
tightly. I wished I could have kept them open enough to watch Heero
as he climaxed too; but I had to be content with feeling him spill
copiously over my hand as I just barely managed to keep enough
physical coordination to bring him off. The sound of his pleasure,
and the feeling of him pulsing over and over again in my grip,
coupled with the sheer intensity of the feelings shocking my own
body were too much for me, and I lost what remained of my control…
and I wasn't even aware, till too late, that I was saying things I
probably shouldn't have been.
"Oh, god, Heero! Love you… I love you…"
It was only as I slowly came back to earth that I realised the
look on Heero's face.
I waited to hear what he'd say.
He kept me waiting, too.
He smirked. "I should think so too, after all this time. And
especially after sex like that."
It took a while for my overloaded brain to understand him. When I
did, I grinned, kissing him enthusiastically. "Sorry, I hate to get
all mushy on you right at the end."
He gave me another kiss. "I'm used to it by now." He reclined
back on the sofa, and I went with him; we lay together, panting,
recovering, warm with glorious afterglow.
"Mmm… Heero… I don't think I can move."
He snorted. "I bet. How was that, then?"
I grinned hugely, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my
eyes. "Fan-tas-tic. After all… it's not every day you get to fulfil
your wildest fantasy, of doing your best friend who you thought for
years was unattainable…" I licked my lips in memory.
I felt Heero shake his head, chuckling. "I think you're just
sleazy, wanting to corrupt poor innocent virgin college boys…"
I batted him lightly with a hand. "No! It wasn't even that!" I
looked up at him, still grinning. "Really. I just wanted to seduce a
He raised an eyebrow. "Prove your powers work on anyone?"
I tried to look as smug a I could manage. "You know it."
He rolled his eyes at me.
I laughed. "So how was your first day back at work, anyway, dear?"
"Unbearable. I was sitting there, half-hard, all day, just
thinking about this." He tightened his hold on me a little and I
"And was it worth the wait?"
He rubbed his hands slowly over my back. "…Definitely."
I grinned. "Well… I just hope I can wait for tomorrow… to see
what you have planned for me."
I wasn't remotely alarmed by the distinctly lascivious expression
his face took on. "It'll come soon enough."