COOKIES
1x2x1, PWP lime, ficlet, humour
For Cathy


Heero felt the warm breath at his ear as Duo leaned over his left shoulder. The firm hand on his left arm followed.

“You wanna press the Undo button there?”

Heero frowned. He shifted awkwardly on his seat in front of the home computer. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Duo didn’t move away, though. “You know what you oughtta do?” he murmured. “You need to use Back a coupla times. You've got that link mixed up… look.” His right arm shot up from the region of Heero’s waist and his fingers stabbed at the screen. “Under the italicised header. Look, there, by the drop down menu. You got distracted, obviously, that’s what it looks like, opening a load of stuff you don’t really want. That pop-up must be really damned annoying, but if you just -”

“I’m fine!” Heero realised he’d raised his voice, but really, he didn’t know why Duo thought he could just walk through the apartment and interrupt him whenever he liked. He understood that they had to share the computer in the lounge and he couldn’t afford his own laptop yet in his room, but really, all Heero asked was a quiet few moments to himself at the end of the working day and some damned privacy, surely that was the least that any flatmate deserved, yet Duo continued to…

Heero paused his rambling thoughts, took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Duo chuckled softly. The noise made the pulse in Heero’s neck vibrate in the same rhythm: he could feel Duo’s body pressing against the back of the chair. “Pisses you off, right?”

Heero didn’t turn his head around but he knew that Duo was grinning. There was always a certain tone to his voice… “Yes, all right, I admit that it does.”

Duo sighed: his breath lifted a few strands of Heero’s hair at the nape of his neck. “I can understand that.”

“You can?” Despite himself, Heero was startled. Perhaps he didn’t give Duo enough credit for sensitivity…

“Yeah.” Duo nodded vigorously, his fingers tightening on Heero’s left bicep. His arms were encircling Heero now, and his right hand stabbed back up in the direction of the screen. “Because pop-ups drive me mad, too. There I am, just found the perfect site, but I press some link accidentally and I’m whisked off to somewhere with cell phones for a dollar, or a consolidating loan I never knew I needed, or pharmaceuticals delivered discreetly and swiftly to my door, or instructions on how whatever it is, was or will be that I’m searching for, I can find it on Ebay -”

Heero made a loud snort of protest. “Just… leave it, Duo.” He leaned forward, trying to shield the screen with his body, at the same time as his hands hovered protectively, reaching back to the keyboard.

But Duo just leaned in further, his chin resting on Heero’s shoulder. He gripped Heero even more tightly, effectively keeping Heero’s left arm trapped at his side. At the same time, his right hand moved again, travelling swiftly past the keyboard and landing on the mouse.

“Leave that alone!” snapped Heero. He wriggled, but found it difficult to push Duo away. The way that Duo’s arms reached across his body made it awkward for him to grab the mouse back without using force. And really, he shouldn’t need to do that, should he?

Duo was nodding again, his hair brushing Heero’s cheek. “Makes it damned hard to track back, I know, I’d be irritated too. But you can use the history, just close that down…” He clicked on the mouse. “…minimise that…” Another click. “…don’t know why you ever left that application up, it really covers the whole screen, can’t see what you’re doing at all, and it takes so damned long to load, ah, now you can see the history so we can drop down…” Click. “…call up where you last visited…” Click.

“Duo…” Heero’s voice was a little hoarse.

“…right click and restore that lilol’ cookie, pity you deleted it so fast…”

“Duo!” Heero snapped, and it must have reverberated right in Duo’s ear. But the other man didn’t flinch.

“And voila!” Duo crowed, happily, just as the underlying screen came into view, unfurling slowly from the top of the screen down to the bottom. “Now you’ve found your way back, no trouble at all, you just needed to ask the expert, yeah that’s me. And before you ask, it was no trouble at all, won’t even charge you, hey, just any time you need me…” His voice trailed off. His body stiffened. His breath came out on a strangled gasp.

Heero shut his eyes, hung his head and groaned. “Satisfied now?”

Duo made a gulping sound. Heero raised his head again and could see the reflection of Duo’s face in the screen. His mouth was hanging open, like a character in a comic book, as he stared at the site on display.

Around the reflection of Duo’s face, Heero could see the list of luridly coloured teasers, scrolling slowly and gleefully down the sides of the home page.

“Heero…” It was neither a question nor a statement. Just a sort of moan.

Heero shrugged. Couldn’t a man have his own private favourites? Couldn’t he spend his time on adult entertainment without being harassed and judged? Couldn’t he…?

He glanced at Duo’s face again and sighed. “You weren’t meant to see this. You’re not to take this out of context.”

Duo raised an eyebrow, though his eyes remained glued to the screen. “And that is… how?”

“You shouldn’t be concerned because I like to… look at men.”

Naked men,” said Duo, softly. “Naked men with oiled flesh; naked men with ludicrous costumes on - or half off, for that matter - and pretty cheesy settings. A circus… a concert hall… and what’s with that oiled ponytail, there? Naked men with muscles where, last time I looked, I didn’t even have a limb, and naked men with prime genitalia the size of large, thick - ”

“Enough!” Heero cried out and slammed his hand down on the keyboard. The screen winked with shocked surprise but closed itself off obediently. Heero groaned inside, he’d worry about rebooting properly later on, after he’d cleared this up with Duo, after he’d…

Kissed Duo. Well, he didn’t have much choice in that, because the other man had spun his chair around, leaned forward and initiated it - very enthusiastically. Startled, Heero opened his mouth to let Duo’s tongue in and quickly realised it wasn’t the swivelling on the computer chair that made him so light-headed. Duo’s fingers tangled in his hair and he grasped back at Duo’s waist, tugging the two of them closer together and opening his thighs wider on the seat so that Duo’s body nestled in between. Heero felt his body shivering with sudden arousal, and could hear Duo whimpering in return.

“Are you shocked?” he whispered into Duo’s ear. He took a chance and bit down on the lobe: Duo didn’t pull back.

“Nah. It’s just porn, you know?” Duo gasped. “Nothing wrong in that. I was just… surprised.” Heero’s mouth was back on his, nipping at his lower lip and he groaned. “You looking at it… didn’t know you…”

Hm?” Heero licked slowly along the line of Duo’s jaw. “Didn’t know I what?”

“Liked this,” hissed Duo, sliding his hand down inside the front of Heero’s pants.

Heero moaned loudly and sucked in his belly so that there was more space to manoeuvre. His back arched in the chair, and it knocked against the computer table. The mouse skittered off, dangling over the side.

“Back,” muttered Duo, hoarsely. He lifted a knee so that it perched on the edge of the seat, his thigh nudging at Heero’s groin. “Back. Click. Better than cookies.” He sucked on Heero’s neck, glancing down at Heero’s obvious erection. “Pop-up.” His fingers fumbled at Heero’s zip. “Undo.”

Heero didn’t know whether to laugh or groan. Duo’s hands were up under his shirt and down his pants: there seemed to be more than two of them, the damage they were doing to his rising libido. He sat back upright, suddenly, and pushed Duo backwards. The other man stared at him, panting, dishevelled. “Huh -?”

Heero swiftly stood up, panting just as hard. “Bedroom,” he growled. His fingers flipped open the button of his pants and pushed down the zip. He grinned at Duo, his eyes alight. “That’s if you want to see drop-down!”