Stages of Love
Surprisingly, he wasn't nervous. Just annoyed. To come so far without discovery only to be found by him, grated. He glared across the library table.
"What do you want, Duo?"
From the first glance, he could read the shock still resonating in his friend. "Just studying, man," his voice in a squeaky whisper.
Heero nodded, and turned back to his textbook. Duo touched his hand.
After a moment's thought, he replied, "No one would expect it."
Duo caught his eye; a finger tapped the red polish on his nails. "I like it. It looks good on you."
Examining the rose, Heero sniffed it cautiously, and smiled. Away for only a moment, he had suspicions on the giver. Setting it aside, he went back to quantum analysis, his hand straying to his pocket, touching the folded paper.
Duo dropped into an empty seat. "Did you get my message?"
"Yes." Heero noticed his smile. "The rose is from you?"
Duo nodded and scratched his ear. "I thought you might like it."
Heero thought his blush cute and decided he liked Duo's attention. And his smile. He smiled back and took Duo's hand briefly. "I do."
Deep in the psychology section, he tried hard to ignore the book digging into his back. He broke the kiss, pushing Duo to the side. Seeing the questioning surprise, he pulled out the volume and chuckled at its title.
"Doubting your sexuality?"
He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "With where your hand has been, do you doubt?"
"Never." The word but a breath on his lips.
The book fell to the floor with a dull sound; his hand otherwise occupied pulling Duo closer, drawing him deeper. The irony of making out in gender studies never failed to amuse him
"Are you sure?" he whispered in the semi-dark, and Heero could only nod.
By the light of his desk-lamp, he watched as Duo stripped, waited until he was nearly finished, and began to remove his own clothing. In his socks, Duo stopped him with a kiss. He let Duo lay him back on the bed; his breath caught when his skirt was raised. The hands trembled slightly at the elastic band and soft cotton slid over his thighs.
Copulation, intense and raw, unleashed emotions long disguised and hidden. Overwhelmed, panting, and clinging together, they rode the wave home as lovers.
Heero tossed the last box to the side, even as arms slid around his waist.
"Finished in here, babe?" Duo nuzzled his neck. He nodded and turned in his embrace. A quick kiss shared, enjoyed even in its brevity. "Think you'll be ready for the new job on Monday?"
"Have to make use of my diploma somehow. Did the transfer paperwork come in?"
"Registrar's office called that last trip. I'm officially their transfer student." He snuck another kiss, and plucked at Heero's jeans. "I'm gonna miss the skirts and panties."
"I packed them." Heero grinned. "For when you're a good boy."