a change in the weather
Duo was up and already in the kitchen making breakfast when I woke on Saturday morning. I could hear his movements in addition to being able to smell the freshly brewed coffee from my bedroom. I looked over at the clock and noted that it was still early. I decided that I would not deviate from my standard routine and headed into the bathroom for my morning shower.
I spent the entire time I was under the spray thinking about Duo and the situation we were in.
I hoped that he had given some thought last night as to why I was still angry with him and that he had come to some sort of conclusion. I anticipated him bringing the subject up this morning; I felt strongly about it being his responsibility to. I had pretty much had my final say on the topic last night. I was not sure that he understood that though and justified the hesitancy I felt about seeing him this morning.
In general, meeting Duo had forced me to give reflection to things that I had previously done without forethought. Perhaps not everything in life was as cut and dry as I had come to believe. I found this to be especially true when dealing with people. That was something that was new to me as well. Relationships could not be dealt with by using strictly logic. That knowledge applied to whatever was going on between Duo and myself. It fit it to a tee, so to speak.
I allowed myself my bewilderment. I had never been involved with anyone before and it was natural that I didn't fully understand what was happening. I was obviously enthralled by Duo's touch, but I cared about him to a certain extent too. I was sad when he left last summer, angry when he did not show up for Christmas dinner and hurt that he had not apologized to me for it. Those were all fairly foreign emotions. He had to be at least a close friend in order for him to affect me that way.
I thought about the physical relationship I had with Duo then. More specifically the sex; why I liked it so much and why I found the experience to be so totally different than it was with Vincent. I had never been quite foolish enough to tell myself that there were no emotional strings attached. I had not gone out of my way to suppress any feelings I may have had for Duo though, it's just that there weren't any I could readily identify other than lust. We seemed to be on an equal plain there.
That thought lead directly to my next one. What was going on on Duo's end? He had been in relationships before.... at least I think he had. I knew that he had lovers before me. Perhaps his involvement with them was no different than it was with me. That was entirely possible I supposed. I could not help but wonder if maybe it wasn't strictly sex for him either. Perhaps that was why he seemed to be fumbling along right there beside me.
All of these thoughts further reinforced how different the two of us really were. I did, for the most part, see things as clear-cut and with little variation. It was flawed logic, perhaps, but little of what my life had consisted of up until now had room for variables. His life, on the other hand, seemed to be comprised of nothing but flux. So many things influenced everything he did and I did not understand. It was a fundamental difference in the way we thought and it affected everything we did. We could not have been more different in that respect and I sensed that it frustrated Duo. I was relatively certain that he knew I was very frustrated as well.
What remained to be seen was what, if anything, we were willing to do to work things out between us.
I finished my shower and made my way toward the kitchen. I paused just outside the doorway so that I could watch him for a few moments before interrupting the silence with my greeting. "Morning. Sleep okay?"
He turned from his position in front the stove to face me as I spoke. "Yeah. Slept good."
I made my way across the kitchen to stand behind him and rose up onto the balls of my feet so that I could peer over his shoulder and see what he was cooking. "That happens to be one of my favorites." I informed him.
He let out a small laugh and winked at me. "I remembered."
I tried very hard not to think about the last time we had eaten French toast together. I wondered if Duo was thinking about it as well. "I'll set the table."
I got out plates, silverware and two cups, filling them both with coffee while Duo removed the last of the toast from the frying pan. He carried the platter to the table and nodded that I should sit.
Once we were seated, Duo served us both and laid the fork down before turning his attention to me.
"I'm sorry I didn't call, Heero. It was wrong of me not to."
I did not respond. It didn't sound to me like he was finished speaking, just pausing as he tried to think of what he wanted to say next. I hoped I was correct.
"I can understand why it pissed you off."
"It was wrong." I agreed without delay. "Your phone calls didn't help." I added, while looking directly at him.
He appeared to be a little confused at first by my statement. I gave him a few seconds to figure it out on his own before speaking again. "You waited two days to call me. Two days, Duo. And you were more than a little perturbed that I had not called you."
There was no way he could deny that. The tone of his voice was clear on my answering machine; I wished I had not deleted his messages.
"I was not the one who had done something wrong, Duo." I was quick to remind him.
That was basically the gist of things. I detached myself from the situation as best I could, exerting no small effort to disguise the anger and pain the recall of the events brought with them. I could feel my fists clenching and unclenching in my lap beneath the table. I hated it that somewhere along the way he had gained the ability to hurt me.
He did not hesitate at all before responding. "I really am sorry, Heero."
His tone was more genuine than it had been just a minute ago. I could tell that he meant what he said. I had waited nearly two weeks for that apology. I understood that for whatever reason, it was not an easy thing for Duo to do. I was exceptionally pleased to hear his words. "Apology accepted."
He smiled at my reply, perhaps as relieved to hear it, as I was to say it. "Thanks."
I nodded and we continued eating. There was silence for several minutes before Duo spoke again.
"I didn't do that just to get you into bed, you know." He winked at me after he finished speaking.
I shook my head in amusement. "I am glad to hear that."
"That's what the French toast is for."
My jaw went slack for a nanosecond and then I let out a chuckle. "The French toast is very good, Duo." I told him in all honesty.
I picked up a piece with my fork and held it just outside of my mouth. "It just might work too."
There were numerous things I was able to think of that were far worse than letting your lover seduce you with breakfast.
As soon as we had finished eating and had cleared the table, Duo led me into the bedroom with his arms wrapped around my waist and his mouth plastered to mine. It had crossed my mind that he might not even bother with the bedroom, since the living room was closer. I had no objection either way.
He broke the kiss once we were standing at my bedside and brought his mouth to my ear. "Suck me off."
He spoke in such a way that I was unable to tell if he was making a request or asking me a question. I promptly reached between our bodies to unzip and unbutton his pants.
"I've missed your mouth."
I knelt on the floor in front of him and pushed his jeans all the way down to his ankles. My tongue darted out to lick lightly at the head of his arousal. 'And I have missed your cock.' I admitted only to myself, before moving forward to take the head of it into my mouth. While I was unwilling to verbalize my desire, I had every intention of letting my actions convey to Duo just how much I wanted to satisfy him.
My both arms reached upward to take his cheeks in my hands, pulling him still closer. I moaned as he thrust his hips forward, driving every impressive inch of his cock into my mouth. I was unrelenting in my pursuit of his climax; sucking hard and moaning around the thick shaft while my both hands caressed the tight muscles of his ass. He stumbled back onto the bed and I moved forward to reclaim my position between his legs, eagerly accepting the rapid thrust of his hips.
I grasped the base of his arousal with one of my now free hands, while the other palmed my own erection through the fabric of my jeans. I touched myself like that for only a minute before unfastening the button and lowering the zipper just enough to slip my hand inside so that I could stroke my cock.
As much as I would have enjoyed prolonging having him inside my mouth, I gave him what it was I knew he wanted. He exploded seconds later with a shrill cry and I struggled to keep up with the steady stream of his come; swallowing hard as I continued to pleasure him.
My own orgasm was not that far off. Duo's cries and the taste of him in my mouth had gone a long way to bring me to the brink and I closed my eyes as I lowered myself back down onto my folded calves. I reached down with one hand to slide my shorts further down my legs so that I had full access to my length. Using both hands now to bring myself off, I moaned and thrust my hips upward into the tunnel of my right fist while I buried my left hand deep in between my legs.
"Oh yeah. Stroke it, baby."
That was Duo's voice. I opened my eyes and glanced up to find him climbing down off the bed to sit on the floor beside to me. He was naked from the waist down and the darkness of lust still lingered in his eyes.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?"
I shook my head 'no' in reply and increased the speed of my strokes. I acknowledged then that jerking off while Duo was watching was a phenomenal turn on for me. I did recall experiencing a parallel thrill before, but this time Duo had not asked me to touch myself. It was almost as if he had caught me, though I had certainly made no attempt to hide my actions.
"Nnn.. faster, Heero. Let me see you come."
There was little, if anything, I could have done to delay my climax at that point. I could hear myself moan as my cock began to twitch and I had to consciously suppress the urge to call out Duo's name. I watched the constant shift of Duo's gaze. His eyes were moving back and forth between my face and my hands, which appeared, as if they were somehow delivering gratification to the both of us.
Things between us were very relaxed for the balance of the morning. The conversation we had over breakfast and our sexual encounter directly afterward has seen to that. Shortly before lunch, I had extended Duo an invitation to spend the rest of the day with me, and the night as well. He accepted my offer without giving it a second thought as I had hoped he would.
The afternoon passed rather quickly once we had finished our lunch and settled ourselves in front of my computer. Duo was anxious too see what progress I had made on the game I was working on. I had, in fact, not been devoting very much time to it lately. At Duo's insistence, I relinquished control of the keyboard and mouse to him and watched as he set about modifying some of the graphics I had created. He spoke as he worked, giving me a brief rundown of what he was doing. I was appreciative of his efforts and the revised images were a big improvement over the pixilated ones I had made and I told him so.
At 6:00, Duo suggested that we should take a break and go get something to eat. There were more than a few decent restaurants within walking distance of my apartment building and we dressed appropriately before heading out into the winter night.
"You want to just pick up something we can make and rent a movie instead?"
I was unsure if he was implying what I thought he was, so I asked. "You mean as in us 'cooking dinner'?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. I've been told I make a mean tomato sauce."
"I can do salad." I admitted. It was actually a large portion of what my diet consisted of and I had become quite proficient at it.
"We should get the movie first." I told him, motioning toward the local rental store, which happened to be located just across the street from where we stood.
We crossed the street and stepped inside the store. I rarely watched television and was reluctant to admit that I was not acquainted with of most of the recent titles that lined the walls of the video store. Fortunately, Duo was not lacking that knowledge and was able to find a movie that he recognized. I agreed with his choice for lack of a better suggestion. The name of the film did seem familiar to me, as did the actor on the box.
"A Life Less Ordinary?"
"Yeah. You see it already?"
I shook my head to indicate that I had not. "The name rings a bell."
"Great soundtrack too." Duo informed me, as we walked toward the front of the store
Perhaps that was why I had recognized it. "Ewan MacGregor?"
He smiled. "Of Star Wars fame. Cameron Diaz is in it too."
I nodded to acknowledge that I knew her name as well.
The supermarket was located just two blocks from where we were. We had separated once inside and Duo headed off to get what he needed to make the sauce, while I remained in the front of the store in the produce section. I had not thought to ask Duo what he liked in his salad and decided to just pick up what I normally used when I prepared it for myself. I was selecting an onion when Duo walked up next to me. "We're gonna need a few of those."
I nodded and held the plastic bag open and Duo added two more onions to it. "You have garlic at home?"
I thought for a moment and then shook my head. "Just powder."
"Fresh is better. I'll get some."
I followed him and watched as he selected one large clove and set it in the shopping cart. He turned toward me and smiled. "At least we won't have to worry about offending one another."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that comment. Seeing my obvious confusion, he smiled and leaned in to kiss me... open mouth, tongues and all.