Heero sat at his laptop, watching Duo out of the corner of his eye. The
braided boy had his headphones on for once, bopping to a silent beat, but
Heero still knew what song he was listening to, for two reasons. One, Heero
could read lips and recognized the lyrics Duo was singing; and two, Duo had
been listening incessantly to the same songs for days now, over and over.
Duo had a new obsession, and its name, or rather his, was Gackt.
Duo had tried to get Heero interested in the Japanese singer, playing the
songs for him and showing him the videos. Heero admitted he was talented, but
Duo was obsessed. Heero didn't quite understand. Duo would sit and watch the
video he'd downloaded over and over, face glued to the singer's gyrating
hips, sighing, "Kawaii..." every time he saw Gackt simulate the actions of
the sexy lyrics with his equally kawaii male bandmates. Heero had to admit he
was slightly jealous; though he hadn't yet been able to admit his feelings
for Duo out loud, he wished Duo would react to him that way... Gackt was
sexy, but to Heero, his longhaired roommate was the most beautiful thing in
the world. Heero sighed; even though he knew that Duo was attracted to boys,
he thought he would just have to admire the longhaired pilot from afar. Heero
brightened as he read his incoming email; he had managed to find a pair of
tickets to the sold-out Gackt concert that Duo had been pining over. Duo
didn't know how much time Heero had been spending searching for those tickets
when he should have been working. They had cost a great deal of money, but
that was no problem; he had just skimmed the money from one of the OZ
accounts he could easily access. He completed the money transfer, and the
tickets would be waiting for him at the box office. He would run out and get
them tonight. Tomorrow was Duo's birthday, the same day as the concert, and
Heero was going to surprise him. Duo didn't think that anyone knew his
birthday, but Heero had made it a point to know everything he could about the
boy he fantasized about. He couldn't wait to see Duo's face when he told him.
Heero glanced up, and groaned; now Duo was dancing, imitating Gackt's dance
steps, complete with thrusting hips, singing out loud: "Aishitemo iikai..."
The next day, Heero let Duo sleep late; luckily, there were no missions, and
they had the safehouse to themselves.
Duo stretched languidly, savoring the warmth of his bed. He opened his eyes
lazily, and silently wished himself a happy birthday. He snuggled under the
covers, wondering where Heero was and why the other pilot had let him sleep
in. Usually he complained vigorously when Duo slept long, all but dragging
Duo out of bed. Not that Duo minded that much; at least Heero was paying
attention to him. Duo snorted; that sounded pathetic, even to him. Duo was
hopelessly in love with his cobalt-eyed partner; he loved watching the videos
of Gackt because in them, the singer's ever-changing hair was shorter and
brown and he sometimes wore blue contacts, making the Japanese singer
resemble his gorgeous roommate slightly. Duo entertained himself by imagining
it was Heero on the stage, dressed in skintight pants, thrusting his hips and
singing to him. Duo decided he was hopeless, but he just couldn't help
himself. Thoughts of his partner brought on the usual effect; now Duo's cock
ached and he thought about Heero even more. Duo's hand stole under the covers
to squeeze his hard length through his boxers, moaning softly and thinking of
Heero touching him.
The door flew open, and Heero came stalking in, dressed in his usual spandex,
looking beautiful as ever. "Good morning, Duo," Heero said, surprising Duo
even more by handing the longhaired boy a cup of coffee.
Duo looked suspiciously at the coffee, then Heero. "What's going on?" he
demanded. Heero was being much too nice. He took a sip of the coffee; it was
perfect, laden with sugar but no cream. Just how he liked it.
Heero would have laughed out loud if he could; Duo was adorably confused.
Heero just wanted to take him in his arms and... "The coffee isn't good?" he
Duo frowned; Heero was acting decidedly odd. "It's perfect, thank you, Heero.
But what's up?" Other than me, his hentai mind supplied helpfully as Duo
remembered to keep the covers over his lap. Duo almost gasped as Heero moved
closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. Heero was so close, he could easily
reach out and...
Heero smiled slightly; he couldn't help it. He was doing something nice; he
was about to make his friend very happy. Even though Duo would never want to
be more than his friend, Heero still wanted to be near him and make him
happy. He reached behind him, pulled the tickets out, and said, "Happy
Duo's mouth fell open; his eyes went from Heero's face to the tickets and
back again several times. He opened and closed his mouth but nothing came
out. Finally, he found his voice. "H-heero? How? How did you know? How the
fuck did you get fourth row tickets to a sold out concert?"
Heero just smiled.
Duo couldn't believe it; the surprise was too much for him. "Heero!" he
squeaked again and threw himself at the other boy, hugging him hard. "Thank
you so much!"
Now it was Heero's turn to be shocked; he had dreamed countless times of
having Duo in his arms, and now here he was. And Heero had no idea what to do
about it. He raised his hands slowly, and tentatively hugged the braided boy
back, reveling at the feel of the slim body in his arms, pressed against him,
the heat of Duo's body burning him...
"You're welcome, Duo."
Duo pulled back slightly so he could see Heero's face. He was trying hard not
to cry; no one had ever done anything this nice for him. "Will you come with
me?" he said hopefully.
"Of course, baka! Do you think I'd let you go to this concert alone? You'd
get arrested." Heero replied.
Duo giggled. "You're probably right. Oh god, it's tonight! What am I going to
wear? We're gonna see Gackt! Oh, my god!" Duo jumped out of bed and rushed to
the closet, rummaging. Heero smiled to himself.
"We need to leave by four to get there in time," Heero informed him, watching
the cute ass wiggle. "Can you manage that?"
"Sure!" a disembodied voice came from the closet. Then a disheveled head
popped out. "Thanks again, Heero. You don't know how much this means to me."
Really, he thought to himself.
"No problem, Duo. Just have a good time." And I will have a good time just
being near you, Heero added to himself.
They did some maintenance on their Gundams and went for a jog. Then it was
time to get ready. Duo disappeared, and Heero was just beginning to worry
that Duo had drowned in the shower when the longhaired boy reappeared. It was
Heero's turn for openmouthed surprise; Duo looked incredible. He was poured
into a pair of skintight, bleached-out jeans that hugged his hips and
incredible ass, and on top he wore a black mesh shirt that shimmered and
showed off his smooth chest as he moved. His hair was loose and fell about
him in waves. Heero's body reacted predictably, and when Duo purred, "Ready?"
it was nearly too much for him.
Heero moved quickly behind the kitchen counter to hide his arousal; he was
still wearing his usual spandex, which wasn't famous for hiding hard-ons.
"Um, you think I should change?"
Duo smiled; he liked Heero just the way he was dressed. He couldn't think of
a better way to admire that perfect body than in spandex shorts and a
tanktop. Other than removing them. "No, Heero, you're fine." Oh god, you have
no idea how fine...
Their current transportation was a motorcycle; though Duo frequently
complained that the wind messed up his hair, he actually loved wrapping
himself around Heero in order to stay on. Heero didn't mind at all when the
longhaired boy pressed against him. Also, it was easy to find a parking
place. They roared off into town.
The lights dimmed; the crowd roared, and Duo squirmed excitedly in his seat.
He had already thanked Heero at least a hundred times, hugged him exactly
seven times (Heero had counted) and was rattling on excitedly.
Heero couldn't help but notice that the majority of the audience was female;
he and Duo drew their share of admiring glances, but the longhaired boy
seemed oblivious. Heero thought wistfully, it's almost like a date, then
sneered at his own sappiness. Duo was in lust with Gackt, not him.
Duo was thrilled; he was out, with Heero, and Heero was actually paying
attention to him, exclusively. He could pretend to himself it was a date;
that his beautiful partner felt something for him. He clutched at Heero's arm
as Gackt took the stage, trying not to drool over the hard muscles.
The band took the stage; Duo sang along with every word. The crowd surged
forward; Duo and Heero were swept along, and found themselves standing on the
front row of seats, with a perfect view of the stage, barely 15 feet away.
The show was half music, half theatrics and thoroughly entertaining; Gackt
worked the crowd perfectly, singing to the audience and tantalizing them with
Heero watched Duo as the longhaired boy's favorite song, Vanilla, began. It
was completely sexual, and the singer's seductive aura held the audience
captive. Duo sang along with the suggestive lyrics, thrusting his hips along
with the singer. Gackt prowled the stage, stopping directly in front of the
two boys. He sank to his knees, thrusting his hips forward in an obvious
simulation of sex, and with a start Heero realized he was singing directly at
Duo. Duo sang back, flirting wildly with the singer, mirroring his actions.
Heero felt Gackt's eyes sweep over him, then he danced over to the guitar
player, running his hands suggestively over the other man before turning
around and pressing his ass against him, bending forward and gyrating his
hips. The guitar player played along, thrusting against him and throwing his
head back. Gackt did all this while staring directly at Duo, as if
Duo smirked and accepted the challenge, still mirroring his actions, and
Heero finally felt those hands on him like he'd dreamed of. He couldn't help
becoming rock hard instantly; and when Duo rubbed his ass against him there
was nothing he could do.
Duo was having the time of his life; Gackt was singing to him, and he really
hoped Heero would forgive him for this later, but he couldn't help himself.
The singer kept encouraging him, and Duo wanted desperately to touch Heero.
So he thrust his ass back against Heero, imagining what it would feel like to
have Heero's hard cock rubbing against him... Duo gasped as he felt the
hardness against his ass. His head whipped around, hair flying, as he stared
at Heero incredulously. Could it be?
Heero blushed; he was caught. What would Duo think of him now? He knew Duo
was just playing, that this meant nothing... then those violet eyes were on
him, and he couldn't meet them. He dropped his eyes, mouthing, "Sorry."
Duo looked at Heero; he had never seen the other boy blush. Heero wanted him?
All his dreams came true in an instant; he grinned happily. "Heero!" he
called, but the cobalt-eyed boy wouldn't look up. Heero looked so upset. How
could he let Heero know he returned those feelings?
Heero felt Duo take his hand, but he still looked away, not wanting to see
pity in the violet eyes. Then Duo placed his hand on... Heero looked up in
shock as Duo placed Heero's hand on his own erection. Duo was hard too! He
opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly Duo's mouth was on his, and
they were kissing desperately. The crowd around them cheered enthusiastically
as the two boys kissed. Even Gackt cheered them on.
They kissed, hot and sweet and hard, and it didn't matter where they were.
Heero's hands slid down Duo's back, touching the silky hair at last, and the
firm body. His hands came to rest on Duo's ass, the subject of many
fantasies. It felt as good as it looked, and Heero pulled Duo tighter against
him, gripping the perfect ass firmly.
Duo moaned into Heero's mouth as he felt the other boy's hands on him; he had
dreamed of this, of Heero touching him everywhere. Now it was happening, and
Duo never wanted it to stop. He wrapped his arms around Heero, savoring the
feeling of the powerful body; Heero seemed to be made of hot marble, a Greek
statue come to life.
The concert was ending; the singer said his farewells, Heero and Duo couldn't
keep their hands off each other as they made their way out of the stadium.
Heero had never been happier to drive a motorcycle; it was fast, and Duo
would be close to him the whole time.
They reached the bike; they paused to ravage each other's mouths once again.
They broke, gasping. "Heero, get us back fast..."
Heero gave Duo's ass one final grope before sliding into position on the
motorcycle. Duo snuggled up behind him, wrapping his arms tightly around the
other boy and grinding his arousal as hard as possible against him. Duo slid
one hand down to brush over Heero's hardness; the cobalt-eyed boy moaned and
said, "Duo... stop or I'll crash this bike..." Duo moved his hand upward
slightly, and they were off.
The vibration of the engine so close to his throbbing need was too much for
Duo; it heightened his arousal so much that he was moaning continuously. He
couldn't help himself; his hands started to wander over Heero's chest,
dipping in his tank top to toy with a nipple. Heero gasped and swerved. Duo
stopped briefly, but was soon driven back to his exploration by passion. He
buried his face in Heero's neck, breathing deeply, taking in Heero's scent.
Then he noticed the bike was slowing, pulling off the road. Duo frowned; he
knew they weren't home yet. Heero pulled the bike into a rest area, then
continued off the road into a bunch of trees, winding the small motorcycle
back and forth until they could no longer be seen from the road.
Heero stopped the bike and let Duo get off, then he got off the bike, turned
to Duo, and growled, "Come here."
Duo moaned at Heero's tone, and stepped up to the other boy. "What?" he
Heero buried his hand in Duo's gorgeous hair and pulled him hard against him.
"You were bad, teasing me like that, Duo..."
Duo smiled, pressing himself harder against Heero. "Sorry," he said in a tone
that made it obvious he was anything but sorry.
"I don't believe you," replied Heero, and claimed Duo's mouth roughly,
thrusting his tongue inside as his hands traveled all over the slim body. Duo
melted into the embrace, running his nails lightly over Heero's arms,
surrendering to Heero.
They rocked their hips together, pent-up desire driving them to the brink of
desperate need. Duo broke away, gasping for air. "Heero... want you so bad...
take me please..."
"Here?" Heero asked, looking around. He wanted Duo so much he almost couldn't
Duo nodded. "Please?" he begged, unzipping his jeans, showing Heero there was
nothing underneath but wet hard Duo.
Heero moaned; just looking at Duo like this was almost enough to make him
come. Almost. "Yes..." he answered, "but..."
Duo frowned, then fumbled with his pack, tied onto the motorcycle. He
triumphantly held up a small bottle of lotion. "Is this what you were
Heero smirked. "That will work. Now get those jeans off before I rip them off
Duo smiled, and wiggled, and the jeans were gone. He stood in front of Heero,
clad only in his shirt and his shining mass of hair, and said, "Better?"
"Much," Heero growled, and practically ripped off his own shorts.
"Mmm, Heero..." Duo licked his lips as he looked at Heero's hard cock. "I
want to taste you..."
"Later," Heero said shortly, stalking up to Duo. "Right now I need to fuck
you," he straddled the motorcycle again, facing the other way, "Hard," he
finished, pulling the longhaired boy onto the motorcycle with him, facing him.
"Oh, god, Heero, anything," Duo moaned, completely lost in need. He opened
the bottle of lotion, poured some into his hand, and coated Heero's erection
thoroughly. Heero threw back his head, hissing at the cool lotion and Duo's
hot hands on him.
"Duo... hurry..." Heero gasped, gripping the sides of the motorcycle tightly.
Duo stroked him, smoothing the lotion on thoroughly. Duo thrilled at the feel
of Heero's cock in his hand, hard and throbbing for him, and him alone. He
would have loved to make Heero climax like this, so he could see the
beautiful face awash with pleasure he had given him, but he wanted Heero
inside him even more. So he stopped, and carefully climbed onto Heero's lap,
straddling his legs, holding onto Heero's strong shoulders as the other boy
positioned his arousal.
Heero fought for control; Duo's erection pressed into his chest, his hair
surrounded them, and the ass he'd wanted for so long was slowly lowering
itself onto his waiting cock. It was almost too much; he felt Duo's tight
entrance against his hardness and he moaned.
Duo felt the hot arousal against him, pressing insistently; it felt huge. But
he lowered himself, and the slick head slipped inside, making him gasp.
Finally, he had what he wanted; Heero was taking him, holding him, fucking
him. He forced his muscles to relax, and let himself slip lower; gravity did
the rest of the work and soon he was fully impaled on Heero's length.
Heero moaned, deep inside Duo and living his fantasy; incredible tightness
surrounded him and he ached to move. But he waited; without prep, Duo would
need time to adjust. He ran his hands over Duo, slipping his hands under the
shirt to touch his chest and nipples.
Duo gasped, and said, "I'm ready, Heero." Bracing his feet on the pegs, Duo
raised himself up and dropped back down. Both boys almost screamed from
pleasure; they were both aroused beyond belief by now. Both knew this
couldn't last long. Heero gripped Duo's hips; he lifted the other boy up
easily and dropped him back down, and they both moaned anew.
"Oh, Heero, you're so strong..." gasped Duo as he gave up control to the
other boy, letting him use his incredible strength to fuck him senseless.
Faster and faster Heero pumped into Duo, shifting angle slightly each time
until Duo screamed; he knew then he had found what he was looking for. With
all the precision he could manage, he pumped into Duo, hitting the perfect
spot each time, until Duo was sobbing his name.
Heero paused, grabbing Duo's hand and directing it to his own cock. Duo got
the idea quickly, stroking himself with ragged rhythm as Heero began to fuck
him once more.
"Heero... I'm going to..." Duo moaned desperately, stroking himself faster.
Heero continued to drive in and out of the other boy, groaning, "I want to
see you, Duo... come for me please... you're so tight..."
Heero's words drove Duo over the edge; screaming Heero's name, he climaxed
hard, spraying his passion all over them both, muscles clenching around
"Oh, Duo..." Heero lost his control, pumping Duo full of his seed, gripping
Duo's hips hard enough to bruise.
Duo collapsed on Heero, draping himself over the other boy's shoulders,
sobbing his name. Heero held him close, gently slipping out of Duo's body and
kissing away the tears of passion.
Slowly, they came back to their senses, realizing they were half naked,
sticky and sweaty, sitting on a motorcycle in the trees. "Duo?" whispered
Heero. "Happy Birthday..."
Duo smiled. "Thanks, Heero," he said happily, kissing his lover. "It was the
best birthday I've ever had."