disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
cumulative rating: NC-17
pairings: 2+1, 1X1, 2X2, 2X1 it's heero and duo, folks. do i ever write anything else?!?!
warnings: yaoi, AU, light angst, POV in later parts, OOC (depends), citrus in various forms (too long a list to mention)
spoilers: you're kidding....right?
notes: my muses took off on this one. im trying to keep them in character as much as possible given the obvious total rewrite of their pasts.
this was *supposed* to be another PWP, but it took on a life of its own and ended up to be fairly long and i'm pretty sure it's not a pwp anymore, but i'm unable to put my finger on exactly what it is. *sweatdrops*
it is also the first time i've attempted to write a fic where heero and duo are NOT heero and duo... meaning there was no war and that they grew up having lived relatively normal lives; very much unlike their soldier counterparts. it is also my first attempt at a strict 2X1.
summary: heero and duo are both 20 and in college and it is summertime. they don't know each other.. but they will.
// thoughts //
Morning came, it seemed, rather quickly and it took my brain a minute or two to register exactly where I was. Once realization hit me, I looked hesitantly over toward the other side of the bed and was relieved to find Duo not in it. I sat up, immediately regretting the action with a low moan.
"Still sore, huh?"
I looked up to find Duo still in only his silk boxers leaning against the wooden doorframe. I was expecting to see a smirk on his face, but there was none to be found. "Just a bit."
"I made breakfast. You hungry?"
I glanced over at the clock and noted it was only 6:30; alerting him to my findings. "It's only 6:30."
"Yeah, but that doesn't answer my question."
I nodded and swung my legs over the side of the bed, pushing my hair from my eyes before reaching down to retrieve my shorts. Duo watched me from the room's entrance as I dressed. "What?"
He smiled. "Nothing. Meet me in the kitchen." he directed and turned to leave.
I entered the bathroom and took care of things, looking at my still sleepy reflection in the mirror above the sink as I washed my hands. I ran both hands through my more than slightly messy hair; suddenly focusing my attention on the huge red mark on the right side of my neck; the sight of it making me blush. I turned my head to get a better look, running my fingers over it and shaking my head in amusement.
Duo handed me a cup of coffee as I entered the kitchen. I thanked him with a nod and seated myself at the table. I took several sips before focusing my attention on Duo and sharing with him what it was I was thinking about. "Cynthia is going to know something's up if we don't show up for breakfast." I started.
He brought the black mug to his lips with both hands and looked at me over it. "She probably already knows that you didn't sleep at home last night."
I eyed him as he took a sip from it and sat it back down on the table in front of him. His assessment was more than likely correct.
"Does it bother you?"
I wasn't really sure of the answer to that question, so I shrugged; virtually letting the subject drop and switching my attention back to breakfast. "Looks good."
He smiled in return and we both started to eat; me waiting several minutes before bringing up another topic I wished to discuss or at least inform Duo of. "I didn't let you win the race yanno."
He looked up from his plate at my words. "Really? Hmmm... wonder what would have happened had you won."
I smiled. "I think you'd be the one sitting here with a sore ass this morning."
His expression turned rather serious. "You do? Then you still have a lot to learn about me, Heero. I don't do bottom."
I wasn't surprised by his response; I think I had figured that out already... I just needed for him to confirm it.
I made my way into the kitchen a few minutes before 8:00, successfully shielding the large hickey on my neck with my right hand. Cynthia was uncharacteristically without comment; barely pausing her activities as I informed her that Duo and I had already had breakfast. Duo suggested that we could work on my RPG this morning after he performed standard morning maintenance on the pool. I had readily agreed and headed upstairs to my room, taking a quick shower before seating myself at my computer.
It was nearly an hour before he knocked on my bedroom door. "Come in."
He did and immediately pulled a chair from across the room over and placed it next to mine. He sat, setting the sketchpad, pencils and markers he'd brought with him down on his lap. "You said you had some ideas for the graphics?"
I nodded and reached down; taking a hard copy of my notes from the printer tray and handing it to him. He smiled and I watched him as he looked it over. "Cool. I'll get started on the pilots first." With that he rose and crossed the room. "Okay if I use your bed?"
I nodded again and watched as he toed off his shoes and lay face down on my bed; flipping his pad open and started drawing. It took me a few minutes to pull my eyes away and direct my attention back toward the computer screen.
I'm guessing that it was nearly two hours later when he seated himself in the chair beside mine again. "How's it going?"
"Good." I told him, looking down at the papers he held in his hand. "You got something?"
"Yeah. Ready to scan them in?"
I opened GIMP and he slipped the first paper into the scanner and we watched as the images appeared on the screen. "Those are the last three of the five pilots," he informed me. I looked at the 3 characters he'd designed, each one fairly unique in stance, dress and appearance; sharing only one common factor. "They're quite attractive." I told him with a grin.
"They are bishounen. Literally translated as 'pretty boys'."
"Ahh... " They were.
I cut and saved each one individually; labeling the three files as 03, 04 and 05 respectively while he readied the next page to be scanned. "The mecha are going to take me a while longer to draw."
"No rush." I told him. "It's going to take me a while to work these into the program."
He watched intently as the newly scanned image showed up on the screen; looking over at me with a sly grin once it finished.
I was fairly shocked by it and felt my face flush; noting not only the striking resemblance the final two characters bore to him and me.... but the position they were in as well. It brought last nights activities back into the forefront of my thoughts.
"Seems that pilot number 2 has the hots for pilot number 1." He chuckled.
I turned to face him and the cheeky grin he wore. "Doesn't seem like number 1 has any complaints." he added with a wink.
"No it doesn't. I don't either." I returned with a smile; taking in the image on the screen once again.
"Next one is ready to go."
I nodded and saved the image then prepared to scan in the new one. An infinitely more innocent image of pilots 1 and 2 filled the screen. "I figured you should be number 1 since it's your program."
"I like the idea." I told him. "And they really do look like us."
He nodded and seated himself behind me on my chair and wrapped his both arms around my waist. "Mmmm... especially that first one."
I felt myself shiver as he made reference to the picture again. I was unable to ignore my body's reaction to the flashback of me on my hands and knees and Duo inside me..... and to having him pressed up so tight against me. I tried in vain to focus on the screen as my trembling fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"I can't work with you sitting behind me like this."
"I know." His one hand drifted down off my waist and settled in between my legs.
I removed my hands from the keyboard and let them fall down onto my knees. "That didn't help."
"It wasn't supposed to."
I moaned as he teased me through the denim of my jeans and leaned back against his chest. "I've fantasized about this you know." I admitted.
"Have you?" His voice held no surprise.
"MmHmm." I rested my head on his shoulder; feeling more comfortable sharing my previously secret thoughts with him than I would have imagined.
"Tell me about it, Heero... about your fantasy." His other hand moved across my abdomen to unfasten the snap and lower the zipper of my pants. "What happens in it?"
"You're headed in the right direction." I told him, folding down the thick fabric and guiding his hand inside.
It didn't take him long to bring me to climax; I really needed to work on my stamina. I might have lasted longer if I hadn't watched him touch me, hadn't seen his wiry fingers wrapping themselves around my rock hard length; his thumb sliding through the slickness at its tip... damn the visuals. He laughed when I told him.
"So, is that where your fantasy ends?" he asked. His tone led me to believe he suspected otherwise.
"Mmm... there's more." I stood and brought myself onto my knees on the floor in front of the chair; looking up at him as I reached for and unfastened his shorts. He let out a low moan as I freed his erection. "I think you should lock the door, Heero."
I rose to lock it; immediately returning to the floor and turned my attention back to Duo's arousal; lightly running my tongue over its tip while my eyes focused on his. I allowed myself a moment to savor his taste before lowering my head to fully engulf his length. Within seconds, his hips raised up off the wooden chair; thrusting up into my mouth as he filled the room with his soft cries.
I was battling internally whether or not I should tell him about the rest of my fantasy; finally deciding that the worst he could do was say no. It was worth the risk.
Sliding my mouth up and off his cock, I looked up at him as my one hand moved up his thigh and settled in between his legs. "There is something else I want to do." He looked down at me questionably, but allowed me to guide him to the floor. I pushed the two chairs aside and opened the bottom left drawer of my desk to remove the bottle of lube I kept there.
He kept his eyes on me, though not saying a word; I think he knew where this was headed. "Do you want me to take my shorts off?"
I nodded and he did; lowering my head to take his cock back into my mouth once he'd reclined back onto bent elbows. He watched intently while I sucked his length, moaning softly as my one hand reached up to rub his balls. "Are you nervous?"
I wasn't; certainly not about giving him a blowjob. I hadn't yet committed myself to anything else; I wasn't entirely sure how he'd react to it. I let him slide from my mouth just long enough to reply. "No."
He laid all the way back and spread his legs still wider; recreating an image I'd envisioned countless times. I felt his hand moving though my hair, gently at first, more roughly as the pleasure I was giving him built. I snapped open the bottle with my free hand and coated the fingers of my other; moving them to his entrance and teasing it. I gave him plenty of time to refuse my intentions and then slid my one finger up inside of him. He moaned and pushed back against it. "It's about time..." he groaned. ".. more, Heero." I added a second; working them in and out as my mouth moved faster up and down his length.
There was something so much more intense about sucking him off with my fingers buried inside of him. Part of it was the way his body reacted; the way his back arched up off the floor asking for more, the rest the way his muscles held my fingers tightly within him; the very idea of it made my cock ache.
I searched for only a second before finding and stimulating his prostate. "Oh yeah... that's it, Heero." Each thrust drove him deep into my mouth; both hands gripping my hair as he hissed and moaned in pleasure. His cock pulsated against my tongue and his muscles squeezed my fingers as I took in every inch of his length. "Just like that..... and don't stop!" he cried out.
I found myself nearly chuckling at his request; stopping was not something I was even remotely entertaining. I swallowed each thick stream, hungrily awaiting the next; not releasing him from my mouth until his body stilled, slipping my fingers from inside him then as well.
We'd gotten very little more accomplished on my project before we parted company at around noon. I'd given Duo a fairly vague written description of what I envisioned the 5 Gundams to look like. I might have attempted to go into more detail if he wasn't so obviously talented and enthusiastic. I was sure he would come up with something that would surpass my original intentions.
I made my way down into the kitchen at 12:30; hungrier than usual after having eaten breakfast at 6:30. Cynthia was already there and was busy assembling a salad. I seated myself and waited for her to do the same before speaking. Our conversation was typically kept to a minimum and no mention was made about the deviation in my morning routine. I suspected that she was curious about it and found it odd that she didn't bring it up; dismissing my own urges to say something regarding it.
I set my plate aside and reached for the newspaper after I'd finished eating. Several minutes later, her words seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Are you sleeping with him?"
I knew that she knew something was up; but didn't think she'd jump to that particular conclusion... as accurate as it was.
Maybe she sensed that there was something unusual about my behavior this afternoon.
Maybe she could smell the sex on me.
I couldn't tell from her inflection whether she thought that it was a good thing or a bad thing; and I didn't care. Nor did I care whom he'd slept with or if in fact he'd fucked or was currently fucking half of New York City. I looked up from my paper to glance at her. "Uh huh."
I thought I saw the corner of her mouth turn upward as she carried the dishes from the table.