Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy
writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: 1x2
Category: Duo POV, romance, humour
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, abuse of the Waltz (!)
Spoilers: None
Notes: It’s
a bit like the blind leading the blind; Heero needs dating advice; Duo offers
it from his own unique viewpoint. But
are either of them telling the whole truth…?
Feedback: If you liked it, PLEASE let me know!
For sara-chan – who drew such a lovely mini-DJ that I was tempted to blow the dust off this bunny and finish it!
*
“That’s the fourth time she’s rung this week, Heero,
you know you gotta talk to her some time!”
“Why?” he snarled at me. We were curled up on the couch, watching some
Games Master programme. I looked like I
was relaxing for the weekend – Heero, scrunched up against the side, and clutching
his arms across his chest, looked like he was on the run from the Hounds of
Hell.
Or Ms Peacecraft, the Relentless Relena – I rest my
case!
“I’m not on duty this weekend. I don’t have to answer. I’m not on call.”
“She knows that!” I smirked. It was fun, seeing Heero Yuy squirm. “She’s not after you for your gun-totin’
skills. She wants an escort for the
Presidential Ball, doesn’t she? It’s a
social event, Heero, an off-duty event – a romantic one!”
“Shut up!” he snapped.
“You should think yourself lucky – the rest of us
obviously don’t have your debonair looks, to attract any sort of female
attention…”
“You talk a load of nonsense, Duo, and if you’re that
bothered, why don’t you take her?”
I swallowed, a little too quickly. Stunned at the thought.
“Not my thing, man.
Presidential Balls – hah! Anyway,
I’m not the one with the cute little spandex shorts that she’s got her eye
on. The one she’s itchin’ to go on this
date with…”
He grimaced with distaste. Ever since I told him she’d called, he’d been
distracted. Hadn’t listened to a blind
bit of that latest review on the TV. And
I’d been looking forward to picking it to pieces with him later.
He scowled at me now.
Like that’s something new.
“Duo… you did tell her I wasn’t interested? Didn’t you?”
“Hey, Heero, I ain’t PA to your Social Diary,
y’know!”
“Duo!” The
blast was awesome. I winced, despite
myself.
“I didn’t tell her you were interested…” Note the subtle difference…I guess only my
sneaky inner conscience latched on to that.
“But -?” Heero
closed his eyes in something that looked like pain.
“OK, the plain fact is that I didn’t get the chance
to tell her either way - she said she didn’t care what you said, you had to go,
so you’d better dress up smart and she’d send a car for eight o’clock
tonight. I just sorta grunted and held
the phone while she got snappier. Then
she hung up. I’m an innocent victim,
Heero, you know how determined she can be, to get her own way –“ Relena the Rotweiler, and about as charming
as one, I’d say.
He was groaning.
“But what the hell am I meant to do at a Presidential Ball?”
I wriggled on the couch to get more comfortable. I found some extra popcorn down the back of
the cushion from our last night in, watching horror films, and I tried it for
flavour. It was quite interesting – I
don’t know how much protein there is in fluff…
OK, you guessed it - I was trying to avoid looking at
him – he’d have seen my grin, and I didn’t think it’d be appreciated.
“Don’t make such a fuss, Heero! You just gotta eat overcooked chicken, drink
watered-down wine, and talk to a million boring political types. What’s so tough about that?”
His face was a picture. A picture of horror.
“What about dancing?
There’s going to be dancing, the invitation said so…”
“So?” I said, airily, like I’d been to a thousand of
those events myself. “You just gotta
hold her waist and shuffle about from leg to leg.”
Heero was glaring at me again. I was wondering when he’d throttle me for my
lack of sympathy. I was also wondering
what his hands would feel like around my neck, and the feeling wasn’t
altogether fearful. Oops…smirked my
conscience. Danger! it
shrieked. Guess it knows me better than
I know myself, sometimes.
*
“And suppose she wants something more? Than just dancing?”
“What?” I blustered.
Heero’s words broke me out of my daydreaming. Like I didn’t know Relena was after a damn
sight more than dancing! I’d seen
the predatory glint in that vampire-blue eye!
And anyway, who wouldn’t be, with a fine young stud like Heero? I shook myself, mentally. Like that wasn’t appropriate thinking, was
it?
“You know, Duo – kissing, or something…”
I stared at him, wondering if it were true, that he
was as green as that tank top when it came to matters of the body…
“You want me to tell ya? All about kissing, and something?”
“Like you’re the great lover, yourself?” he
snarled. But he blushed as well.
“Well, no, I guess I’m not, but I know what’s
expected on a date, don’t I? I’ve had a
coupla them myself.”
An expression crept across Heero’s face that I would
honestly have said was sly, if I didn’t think he scorned such
emotions. “Maybe you have. Maybe not.
I’ve never seen you bring anyone back here. Never seen you in town with anyone.”
“Are you spying on me? Like – I keep it private, don’t I?” Dammit, the blush was on me, now. I
was hoping to God he didn’t know why I kept it private. Secret more like…
“That’s because you date guys, isn’t it?” he shot
back at me, almost triumphantly.
“Hey –“ I gargled.
“I – well – I - so what if I
do?” And I’d thought myself so very damn
clever, hiding it from everyone! All
that military training, and I can’t keep a secret from Mr Mission Impossible
himself. Mind you, he’s had the same
training, so praps I shouldn’t feel too bad.
He was wearing my smirk, in exchange for the blush,
and was obviously enjoying his revenge.
“Duo, no need to get so defensive! It doesn’t bother me. I guess it’s each to their own.”
But I was angry, I guess it was being made to feel
embarrassed. And something about that
smug look on his face…
I snapped back at him. “I can still teach you a thing or two about
dating, Heero Yuy! So I’ve only been out
with guys – but it’s the same principle as girls, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” Heero
looked at me, disbelievingly.
“Must be…” But
I hesitated a bit.
Like - I wasn’t that experienced myself. There’d been some snogging; some
groping. I’d discovered bits that were
sensitive – bits that responded well to stroking and feeling up; both on me and
on others. And some critical bits that
got me pretty excited. So that’s gotta
be the same whatever gender you are, right?
Oh pleeease! scoffed my conscience. OK, so I know there are gonna be some basic,
crucial differences later on, of course I do! But Heero wouldn’t be thinking of going
anywhere near there, would he? Not on a
first date. And not on a Date from Hell
with Relena the Ravager!
“So the least you can do is let me know what to do
now, Duo. You took the call, after
all! You let Relena
catch me out, and now I have to go.”
I used to think there was no person born of humankind
that could catch Heero out, though that of course might exclude Relena Robocop
- but I decided to let that ride. I
unfolded myself out of the couch, and stood up.
“Sooo… OK, you better get some practice in,
fast. I guess I can – um - help you with
that. You gonna ask nicely -?”
“Practice at what?”
He stood up as well, rather clumsily, and he was
suddenly very close up against me. If I
moved, I was either gonna be playing Eskimo-nose with him, or I was gonna fall
back on my butt on the couch. I chose
the butt-bruising option.
“Go easy, fella!
I was only trying to help! I
meant some practise at dancing, of course!”
“What? You and
me?”
“You gotta have a partner, Heero. It’s not some freestyle body bouncing,
y’know…”
“God… I suppose that I need it. But how stupid am I going to look, dancing
with you -?”
I growled. I
felt the tiniest bit hurt, but I guess he didn’t mean to sound so
scornful. “Like I will too, y’know! But there’s no-one else in. No-one else to fall about with hysterical
laughter. And the steps are gonna be the
same for girls, I know it. While we’re
getting them right, we can fool about as much as we like.” Oops, sniggered my disloyal thoughts –
awkward phrase to have chosen, eh?
Luckily, Heero hadn’t noticed it.
“OK. Not much
choice, is there?”
Thank you, Mr Gracious! I stood again, grinning, making sure I had
enough personal space away from him.
Then I took his hands in mine. And
placed them at my hips.
“OK, so pretend I’m a girl, though I’ve not got the
cellulite that Relena Roadkill has –“
“Duo – hold the insults, will you? This is all ludicrous enough already -”
I sighed. I
felt the pressure of his fingers on my skin, even through the shirt I was
wearing. “OK… so you just hold on here,
and go with the flow.” She’d know
what to do, bet she has lessons ‘n all! snickered my conscience. Bet she’d just love sticking her podgy
little paws all over him, and wriggling her knobbly knees against his…
Grrr! More of
the mental shaking, as I regained control.
I flipped on a CD as we passed the player. We coughed, self-consciously, and leant in a
bit.
And off we went.
*
It was very pleasant.
Very pleasant indeed. Heero’s my
height, so we fit quite snugly together, even though at first his arms were
like ramrods, holding me very stiffly at maximum distance away. I put my right hand on his shoulder, and the
other on top of his left hand. I didn’t
mind him leading.
Not at all…
Then I nudged at his right foot, and he started
shuffling. The music had a good beat,
but not so overpowering that we couldn’t concentrate on some basic steps, just
moving in time and around the room. OK,
so it probably wasn’t a waltz or whatever, but I’d seen people shuffling in just
this way before, so I reckoned Heero would think it enough to get by.
He relaxed a little.
His fingers were gentler on my hip.
My hand slid – only a little! – down his arm. His slid – even less – into the small of my
back. Guess he was watching his feet too
closely to notice.
We moved together, fluidly, for several minutes. It had got to the stage where I wasn’t
watching for his feet; he was just moving instinctively, and I was taken along
with him. We were a unit, we were a
couple; I was encouraged to let my head drop slightly and rest against his
shoulder. Sap Alert! trilled my
conscience. But I reckoned that Ratfink
Relena might do that – and so I could do it myself, cos it’d be the same for
girls. Wouldn’t it? I could feel the warmth from his neck, and
the sweat from his concentration. He
smelt good – he smelt of soap and supper and bare skin. He smelt of Heero. He smelt of boy…
“Is this going to be the same for girls?”
I was wrenched back to reality by his voice. “Huh?”
“This dancing, Duo – is this going to be the same?”
“Uh – sure, Heero.
Feet are the same all over, eh?
And so is dancing. I think you’re
getting the hang of it. You - wanna go a
bit more?” I felt ridiculously
flushed. I’d forgotten where I was for a
minute – clutched by Mr Masculinity himself, prancing around the lounge floor
like Torvill and Dean. I was amazed he’d
stood for it this long.
“Yes… OK,” he murmured, and his eyes flashed down my
body briefly, obviously checking out his feet, to pick up his steps. I had a sudden, scared thought that my groin
might be giving me away – but it was OK.
I had loose shorts on. His eyes
came back up quickly. He looked a bit
more flushed than before, but I was relieved that I’d been saved from a violent
death yet again.
The music switched to the next track, and we danced
on.
*
“Is that part of the lesson as well, Duo?”
Earth calling Duo – get your mind back in gear,
boy! “Is what part of the
lesson?”
“The way you’re staring at me.”
I’m – what?
“Um – like how?”
“Like – like you’re watching the lights in my
pupils. Like you’re memorising the lines
of my cheekbones. Like you haven’t eaten
this week and I’m a bowl of ice cream –“
Shit!
“OK, OK, sorry.”
How careless could I be? Luckily,
he just looked a little puzzled. Not
enraged. Not murderous. “It’s – the same for girls, Heero. They stare at guys like that. You’re - a good
looking boy, Heero, that’s all.”
“Me?” He
frowned, looking confused – and then he laughed aloud. “Hardly, I think…”
Strong, handsome features; plump lips; soft, screwy hair;
muscled shoulders; dextrous hands; I can’t go on, or my loose shorts will
become like his spandex ones.
“You’re OK, I mean.”
I gave one of those careless laughs that was meant to sound insouciant,
but just sounded like I was gargling with live mice.
“OK. That’s
more like it. OK for girls. For Relena, you mean.”
“Yeah,” I gulped,
“For Relena. Of course.”
Like, yeah, sneered my conscience. And just who are you kidding now?
*
Next mistake we made, Heero let go of my waist and we
gave some nervous, laddish laughs.
“Enough, I think.”
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“You’re gonna set any ballroom afire, I reckon, with your nimble toes.”
“Yeah,” he drawled, with a wry grin. Seemed he’d forgiven me for not keeping the
Rampaging Relena at bay. “Pity you can’t
help with anything else she might come up with.”
“Um – I guess I could do that, too…” My mouth fell open, at the sound of my own
words. I couldn’t believe I just said
that!
“Hn?”
“You mean - the kissing, ‘n all -” Had I got some kind of a death wish?
He stared at me.
We’d drifted a coupla feet apart.
“What are you suggesting, Duo?”
“Dunno. Just
thought – you might wanna practise that as well.”
Silence.
“On you?” I
couldn’t tell from the expression in his voice just how disgusted he might have
been. His eyes weren’t giving anything
away either.
“Well –” I blustered, defensively. “A mouth’s a
mouth, isn’t it? And at least you won’t
look a complete geek if she does make a move. Better to practise on a friend, isn’t it?”
“But – you’re a boy.”
“Yeah, I noticed that in the shower this morning,” I
said dryly. My heart was beating rather
fast. “But we don’t have a whole lotta
girls here at the moment, do we? And I
don’t mind – you can use me. It’d be the
same for girls, I’m sure. Y’know – just
for the purposes of your education.”
He was thinking.
I could see the circuits in his brain chugging away, computing an
answer. “You think it’d be the same for
girls? The same effect?”
God knows.
“Yeah, of course it will.”
His face was a little flushed. His eyes were hooded. “OK then.
How should we – start?”
I think I may have been in shock. I never thought he’d say yes! “Put – put your hand to my face, then just
lean in…”
“One hand?” he murmured. He was already rather too close for
comfort. “Or both?” He was raising his hands – those dextrous
hands – and was moving them towards my face.
“Both, then...”
Those mice were squeaking in my mouth again.
He touched my cheeks, and his thumb strayed very
slightly across my frozen lips. Christ,
I nearly came in my shorts, there and then!
Thank God he had no idea of the effect he was having on me! Then his own face leant even closer, and his
lips – those plump lips – pressed hesitantly on to mine.
“Is that OK, do you think?”
“Huh?” I was off planet earth, again. Another wrench back to reality was required.
“The kissing stuff – was that OK?”
“Yeah – yeah – OK…”
Heero frowned a little. I was having trouble focussing at all. “But – on TV, it seems a little more – you
know – busy. More to it than a
touch like that. I’m not sure you can
tell me all I need to know after all –“
“Um -!” I snapped quickly. Tried to put my tongue round whole
words. “There is more, you’re
right. Depends how – keen – you
are.”
“Keen? Is
Relena going to be keen?”
Damn that girl!
“Could be, Heero. She might want
to use tongues ‘n all.”
“Tongues?”
Shit, I thought, staring openly at him. Could he really be that naïve?
“Don’t stare at me like that, Duo! I know what you mean, of course I do! I just wasn’t sure that sort of thing could
be practised…”
My hands worked of their own volition, and they took
hold of his shoulders, and tugged his mouth back to mine. This time, my lips were ready for him, and
they opened in welcome, and his tongue - a soft, nervous, probing thing - slid
in. Oh God, I sighed to my ecstatic
self. Take me now, my life’s work is done… I tickled back at him with my own
tongue. He batted it aside – I thrust
back at him. I was mildly surprised that
he was so adept at this.
It seemed to go on for quite a time. My hands were round his neck and in his hair,
and my mouth was completely out of control.
I was devouring him like he was a hell of a lot more than just a bowl of
ice cream, and the taste was hot and wet and fevered, I’d say – like he was
responding himself; but I knew, of course, that Heero scorned such emotions…
My conscience was stunned into silence,
obviously. It was just me – and
Heero. And k-i-s-s-i-n- well, you get
the picture.
He finally broke away, slowly, his fingers wriggling
out of my braid, and his leg peeling itself out from between my thighs. When did it go there?
“Duo….” he sighed. There was a slight expelling of breath on the
syllables – I think his mouth may have been a little numb. I know mine was.
“Is she going to taste like that?”
“Who?” I said,
stupidly.
“Relena.”
Oh fuck, I thought.
I forgot about her.
*
“Is that it, then?
Duo, are you listening?”
“Huh?”
“I just wanted to know if that’s all we need to cover
– the kissing stuff. You know. You said it’d be the same for girls.”
“I did -? All we need to cover -? Um - what else did
you have in mind, Heero?” I wondered if
he’d notice if I folded my hands over my crotch. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to cover up the
effect there, and that’s not because I’m boasting.
“Well, if she does get more than a bit keen –
what am I supposed to do next? Hug her?
Tickle her? Bite her neck?”
“What programmes have you been watching, man? You gotta stay off that Discovery channel…”
He smiled, then.
There was a dangerous glint in his eye that I didn’t recognise.
“Just asking.
You being the knowledgeable one…”
I swallowed.
There was something distinctly odd about this whole scenario, and it
wasn’t the awkward balance of my balls.
“You might want to – fondle her a bit, I s’pose.”
“Where?
Arms? Nose?”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” I snapped. Yo! whooped my conscience, back with a
vengeance. Mr Frustration meets Mr Bad
Temper! “You gotta find the sensitive
bits, Heero. Like – like the shoulders. The neck; the breasts. Like the nipples –“
“Nipples?”
When did he get close to me like that again? We’d finished the kissing practice, hadn’t
we? How come he was only four inches away
from me, and I could feel his breath on my face?
“Yeah. It’s –
good – to touch ‘em, and praps lick ‘em –“
“So take off your shirt, Duo.”
“…?”
*
Heero sighed, with great exaggeration. “I need to practise that, don’t I? You said you’d help me out. After all, I may pinch her by mistake –
terrify her –“
Yes please, I sighed inside. Relena the Rabid Rabbit, running for cover,
huge ears flapping behind her… With my senses in some kind of suspended belief
mode, I reached my arms across my chest and peeled off my shirt.
Heero’s eyes flickered down to my chest. It was warm enough, but I think my nipples
were erect from something other than the cold.
He pursed his lips. Praps he was
comparing our work in the gym. I guess I
don’t give it the commitment he does.
“You’re a good-looking boy as well, Duo.”
“No,” I replied, woodenly. I felt rather vulnerable. “You mean OK.”
There was that smile again, though he bit it back
quickly. “Sure. OK, I mean.”
He was still staring at my chest. I was shivering a bit, though the room still
wasn’t cold.
“So, if it’s the same for girls - how hard do I touch
them?” He reached out those damn fingers
again, and rubbed at the tip of my right nipple. I nearly bit my tongue off.
“But you don’t have breasts…” he continued, sorta
distracted. “Is it still as sensitive?”
I honestly couldn’t have answered at this stage if my
life depended on it. Which I rather
thought it did. When Heero saw the
physical result of his touch, springing up between my legs – I was gonna be
dead meat! I sucked in a breath. This whole game had gone dangerously wrong
for me!
“Better stop now, Heero…” I muttered. But he didn’t.
“Heero… please…look, I don’t think this is a
good idea –“ I gasped aloud, because
he’d taken the nipple between his thumb and first finger and he’d twisted
it. Gently. Fiercely.
Whatever. I groaned. It was gorgeous – it was heaven! – and it was
out of the question.
“Heero – I just don’t think she’s gonna be in for
this –“
“Is it not the same for girls after all, then,
Duo? Looks like you’re enjoying
it…”
Gargle, Gargle.
That was all I could manage. My
knees came hard up against the couch behind me, and they buckled. I fell back on my butt again, and this time I
wasn’t going to get up again.
“Say that ‘please’ again, Duo,” Heero
murmured. “That sounded really intriguing..” Shit, Heero was down there on the couch with
me, and he was still twisting at my bits!
What sorta sadist was he?
“She ain’t gonna be saying please –“ I almost
begged. “This is not what you
wanna be doing with Repugnant Relena – is it?”
“You’re the expert…you said she’d like it…”
“It was a joke!” I spluttered. “It was all a – !“ I couldn’t see his
expression. He’d dipped his head and he
was nuzzling or something against my heaving chest and he was – oh shit! –
he was licking at me!
“What the hell are you doing, Heero?” I almost
yelled. My hand hovered over his head,
torn between yanking him off, and pushing his sweet little mouth down
further. I couldn’t hide the erection in
my lap now, pushing sulkily – and damply - against the thin fabric of my
way-too-flimsy shorts. It had a life of
its own, and it wanted freedom! “You
better save this for the girls – oh God, for Relena the Rancid, if you must! You’re not into boys -”
I pushed him back, harder than I thought, and he fell
away from me. I saw his wide eyes, full
of surprise, and then he gave a gasp, and landed on the floor on his ass.
I seemed to be panting rather loudly. My bare chest had a thin sheen of sweat on
it, my shorts were tented up on my lap, and part of my braid had come
unravelled. My conscience sang, and it
roared with laughter at me, and it gasped, open-mouthed with its shock.
While Heero and I stared at each other.
*
Heero ran a hand through his tousled hair. He looked very flushed now. Guess I’d shocked him. Ahh, shit… He clambered up on to his
feet, and sat back down on the couch, beside me. About six, sweaty, panting inches away. I didn’t know why he wasn’t running for the
door instead.
He cleared his throat, awkwardly. “Sorry, Duo.
I didn’t think –“
I started gabbling again. “No, I’m sorry, it’s me, y’know, guess I’m
not quite such the Casanova I thought –“
“No – it was me –“
“No, me, I was a clumsy idiot, sense o’ humour
failure, y’know –“
“No, Duo - I was too – keen, y’know? It just felt -”
Funny how we seemed to be talking at the same time,
and both voices sounded equally shaky.
I laughed, too loudly. Gotta get that easiness back, I thought. Heero’s my best friend, isn’t he? And he’s also a dead mean guy, sneered my
conscience, who isn’t real well known for his wacky sense of humour! This is a
guy who’s killed without compunction – who’s a legend in battle folklore. A guy who was pretty astonished at my sexual
preferences – who’s just had my tongue down his throat and been tempted to play
Find the Button with my left nipple… Dammit, I groaned to myself, it looked
like he might be the guy who was my best friend!
I cursed my uncontrollable dick – it spat back at me,
unrepentant. My shorts were none too
comfortable any more. I was sure Heero
was staring at my lap – and I was mortified.
“So, Heero…”
“So, Duo…I guess it’s time for me to get ready, eh?”
“Ready?”
“For the ball.
Tonight. The car’s coming at
eight. She said. You said.”
“Oh – yeah. Uh-huh.”
He
rose to his feet, slowly, and stood above me.
He looked like he swayed, slightly.
“I mean, I’ve done all my practising, haven’t I? All the bits that are the same for
girls. Haven’t I?”
“Yeah,”
I said, miserably. I just wanted him to
get the hell out of there, so that I could slink off to my room, and console my
poor aching member with a quick Twist ‘n Pull, and then start packing my bag
for the next flight off Earth. Going
Anywhere-but-Here. Fast.
Duo… needled my conscience. You baka… you gotta tell him!
“Look, Heero – I’ve got a sorta confession. About –“
“About -?” He raised an eyebrow, in that damned
superior way he has. I sat up a little
straighter. Attempted to look insouciant
again. Now it was my face that
looked like it was home to the live mice.
“There never was a call from Relena. I – made it up. It was, like – a joke.” Oh, so very amusing, sneered my
sanctimonious conscience. Like you
should go on the stage, boy! “I just –
shit, I just thought you were so damned serious you needed taking down a bit,
and you really do have a big avoidance issue when it comes to
Relena…” (Like I don’t?)
Heero pursed those lips again. I remembered how every crease tasted. Bugger…
“And then – well, you were in this state about the
dancing ‘n all. I just thought it’d be a
laugh to go along with the practice thing –“
“A laugh?”
“Yeah.
No. Yeah. Well – it wasn’t a laugh then, was it? ‘Cos
then I saw my chance –“
“Your chance?”
Fuck that parrot impression! I thought,
fiercely. It was gonna wring the
confession out of me – the real confession. “I saw my chance to hold you. Touch you.”
(Dammit!) “Kiss you, Heero.
Now shoot me, and get it over with!
Shall I go get your gun? No, wait
up - do you wanna borrow one of mine?”
“Shut up, Duo,” he said. It didn’t sound like Divine Retribution. It didn’t sound like Thunder and
Lightning. It didn’t sound like gunfire…
And he leant down towards me, balancing a knee back
on the couch at my hip. Smiling.
*
Seemed like the kissing bit was back, and I couldn’t
think straight! Even my conscience was
caught in a bit of a swoon, like some romantic heroine. I couldn’t remember asking for more kissing –
I couldn’t remember having a birthday any time soon. But Heero’s warm hand was caressing my chest
and pinching away at my nipples, and his mouth was very firmly on mine, and it
didn’t seem to be as passive as it was before.
No – the lips were firm and almost fierce, and they were taking the
moisture from mine…
His tongue followed swiftly, pushing at my mouth, hot
and slick and as assertive as Heero himself.
I opened up bruised lips, and sucked back at him, because I honestly
thought I’d probably died and gone to heaven, and I just hadn’t noticed any
pain yet. Might as well make the most of
it…
“It’s not the same…” came Heero’s muffled
voice. It was all thick, like he was
choked over something. Like I get when
I’m upset.
“Huh?”
“This isn’t the same for girls, is it,
Duo?” And his sly little hand had left
my chest and wriggled down to my lap, and he was rubbing at the huge lump that
was tenting up the fabric.
“Ahhh…” No, I hadn’t got any more articulate! It was fantastic – I could feel the pressure
of his fingers, and the slight roughness of the layers of material, and I
didn’t have time to wonder why Heero didn’t seem to be showing any naiveté in this
department.
“I said - this hard bit – that’s not the same for
girls, is it?” He kept rubbing.
“Nooo - “ I groaned.
His forefinger and thumb pinched delicately at the
swollen bud that was the crown of my cock, and then he folded his whole palm
around the column, cloth ‘n all, and he teased the skin up and down
it. I was gonna explode some time very
soon, and it’d be a century, at least, before I got over the humiliation of
creamed shorts, under the very eyes of Mr Hetero Yuy -
A thought flashed across
my mind – a suspicious one. “Heero –“ I
gasped. “What exactly are you doing to
me?”
He sighed. “And I thought you were
meant to be the teacher tonight…guess you’re not so experienced as you thought,
eh? All this crap about it’s the ‘same for girls’ –
“Hey –“ I protested,
weakly.
“It’s a good thing it’s
not!” he announced, cheerfully enough.
His hand squeezed that little bit harder, and I yelped. “In all honesty, Duo, I haven’t found myself
sexually attracted to girls at all. It
would be a supreme disappointment if I found that boys were the same as girls! Don’t you
agree?”
More squeezing. Climax approaching in the fast lane. Unintelligible babblings from my mouth. “Uhh..blll..ghhh…”
“This is far more
interesting, Duo. You are
far more interesting! Though not,
perhaps, your current conversation. But
it’s taken me long enough to get you alone, let alone half-dressed – to hold
you; to taste you. And then to get the
chance to touch this astonishing thing –“
The ‘astonishing thing’ was about as swollen as it
was ever gonna get, and about as desperate, too. Approaching Climax had found the gas pedal,
and was leaning its full weight on it -
“Should I get your shorts off, Duo? Duo -?”
Too late! groaned my befuddled conscience. My body jerked against Heero’s, every nerve
ending responding to the rush of ecstasy in my groin. My hips thrust up at him – my head slammed
back against the cushions of the couch - and my cock exploded in the harbour of
his hand, spewing its contents so hard against the inside of my shorts that it
soaked its hot, steamy stain through the fabric in seconds. I could feel sticky, gelatinous trails
running down my leg – I could feel a spatter of excess escaping from the
waistband and up against my stomach.
I was having trouble breathing. My eyes were screwed shut. My limbs shook. But I clearly heard the sound of Heero’s awed
voice.
“God, Duo… you’re gorgeous…!”
*
It was quite a bit later on in the evening. We were in Heero’s bedroom, and the door was
locked, and we were in his bed, for God’s sake! Me and Heero – both butt naked – along with
my conscience. Then I kicked the
conscience out – it snores, y’know?
Heero was talking to me, and his voice was muffled
again, but this time it was because he was tangled up under his sheets, with
only the top of his dark head visible, and his mouth was full of something
else. Something attached to my
groin. I was laid out against the
pillows, arms gripping the sides of the mattress, and I was on the shuddering
start towards climax number three; my stomach muscles were starting to
protest. But I wasn’t gonna argue with a
guy who was sucking me off so enthusiastically, was I?
“It’s - definitely not - same for girls, hn?”
“You said it,” I moaned. Not that I knew anything about girls. They’re an alien species, right? But I didn’t see how you could possibly ever
get the same satisfaction that we’d had, holding on to tight, muscled
shoulders, and sucking on a soft, gently-haired stomach, and nibbling at a dark
brown nipple, stretched taut across a broad chest.
And mutually caressing the most exciting, aching
arousals that either of us had ever seen, let alone nursed to climax…
“You’re moaning again, Duo. I’ll take that as agreement, yeah?”
“Yeah – agreement to what, Heero?”
I didn’t need an answer – his fingers sought my
response as they cupped my shrivelling little balls, and slid back towards my
ass. “Got any lube, Duo?”
I squeaked my ‘no’, but my body was squeaking a
corresponding ‘yes please’.
“’S OK – I think I got something –“
He was fiddling around down between my legs, and I
felt a very delicious lassitude creeping over me. I was gonna give myself to him, and damned
pleased about it I was, too!
“So how long you been wanting me, then, Heero?” I wriggled with bliss.
“Months,” he growled.
“Stay still –“
“The dancin’ was a good idea, then?”
“Hn.”
“And the kissing – and the touching –“
“God, Duo – don’t tease – I’ve waited long enough –
my damn cock’s as hard as a rock here, I nearly rammed it right through your
legs when we were so bloody close together -
while you were teaching me the finer techniques of the Waltz -!”
I shivered, gleeful at the barely-suppressed
frustration in his voice. His fingers
were cool with gel, now, brushing against my crack. “You seem to have this
technique just right, Heero…”
“Good teacher,” he mumbled. His mouth was suckling at my neck, making me
arch up, so that he could get his hand up under my ass. “Gorgeous teacher…”
We were both getting rather too breathless to
banter. He – and his fingers – were
getting well into the swing of things.
So was my ass. We could hear each
other panting loudly. I spread my legs
wide, and reached for his cock, to encourage an already hungry shaft.
“I want you, Heero – inside me. Sort of – now!“
“Duo – Jesus…! You have – dammit, you always have
had! – a brilliant way with words…say that ‘please’ again, will you?”
I grinned.
Anything to oblige! “Pleeease,
Heero…please fuck me…!”
And he did.
Several times.
*
In the middle of the night, I snuck out of bed to go
for a pee. My legs were stiff – I felt a
bit sore behind. And I felt like a
million dollars, y’know? That’s the
wonderful contradiction of falling for Heero.
When I came back, I could see his eyes glinting in
the dark. It was an awesome sight. When he smiled at me, I knew he was glad I
was in his bed with him. I mean, I’d had
a brief thought that he might regret it all…after all, I’d tried to catch him
out, hadn’t I? Though I’d never dreamed
we might end up like this!
“I’m glad I confessed, Heero, y’know? About tricking you – about Relena. I mean – we oughtn’t to have secrets. But of course, I reckon you’d already worked
it out, hadn’t you? You were just too
damned eager to start up that kissing business again -”
I slid back under the sheets – I shuddered as I felt
the heat from Heero’s body. He was
rolling over, sliding his hands over me again.
“When didya work it out, then, Heero? Just before I ‘fessed? At the same time?”
He wriggled, a little uncomfortably. It made his erect cock brush against my
stomach, and I sighed back into the pillows, baring my neck for him to
kiss. Preparing my stomach muscles for
more delicious abuse.
“Dunno, Duo.
Just – did, OK? Does it
matter? Does it matter if it got us both
what we want?”
“Both -?”
“Each other,” he sighed. “I got you…that’s all I ever wanted…”
I grinned in the dark. “Me, too.
Am I really a good-looking boy, then?”
“You’re OK,” he growled. “Shut up and gimme some more of that kissing
business, as you so succinctly put it -!”
I was glad that he hadn’t had a complete character
bypass – I mean, he wouldn’t be the Heero I knew if he didn’t growl at me,
would it?
Wait up… wait up… Something
doesn’t add up, hissed my conscience. It
musta crawled back up from its exile by the wardrobe. Heero’s being evasive – he’s being smug.
What’s new? I sighed to myself. I can live with that. I can live with anything s’long as he moves
that hand down just a little bit there, and clamps those thick, greedy
lips just a little further up there -
Christ, I never knew my nipples were so very damned sensitive
like that -!
I slapped my conscience asleep, and relaxed into
another session of hot sex instead. Like
– there was any other decision to be made?
*
With the morning came the painful ringing of the
doorbell.
I went to answer the door, stretching and yawning
like a cat. My muscles felt they’d been
round a coupla cycles in an industrial washing machine or something, but I felt
damn good! That’s what a night of
being pounded into the mattress can do for you, eh?
I ignored the mirror in the hall, ‘cos I knew my
fringe was sticking out at right angles, and other long strands of my hair were
tangled in my ears. I wasn’t going for
no beauty pageant, was I?
The young girl at the door was wearing overalls and a
cap, and a bright logo over her left breast.
Something to do with telecomms, looked like. Her wide, eager grin gave me a bit of a
headache, but hey...
She ran quick eyes up and down me - guess she was
wondering just how many more of these disturbing early morning service calls
she’d have to make. Good thing I’d
thrown that towel round my waist. So I
was obviously naked underneath it, and – just as obviously – didn’t give a
fuck. I rubbed absent-mindedly at the
soft, shallow scratches on my chest; I could feel the throbbing of the warm
purple mark on my lower neck, just by my throat. That Heero has the most aggressive little
teeth when he sucks…
She coughed, to get my attention. “It’s fixed now, sir.”
“Huh?”
“The phone.
Y’know – you called in the fault a coupla days ago. Said there was no rush to mend it, ‘cos it
was a damned annoying appliance at the best of times –“ Praps she realised her tongue was running
away from her, because she bit her lip and clammed up suddenly.
“The – phone?” I stared at her, a little stupidly. “It’s broken? Been broken for days?”
The engineer had a definite ‘duh’ look on her
face. Still – it was early in the
morning. “Just sign off here, sir, and
it’ll be back in service in the next ten minutes.”
I stared at the sheet of cardboard, pinned to a
clipboard, thrust up into my face. “No.”
“Huh?” It was the engineer’s turn to stare. “I need a signature, sir – or we can’t
reconnect. You won’t have been getting
any calls.”
“So come back later,” I growled. Then there was a petulant call from the
bedroom, and we both turned slightly towards the low voice.
“Duo? Who is
it? You coming back to bed?”
The engineer flushed.
Poor girl looked like she was rather too warm – and I’d thought the
morning was chilly! She musta got the
full force of my eyes, flashing with some kinda hunger for the body I knew was
waiting for me, back in that room, tangled up in those mussed and sweaty
sheets.
And she might have seen the anger there, too, as a
few more pieces of the jigsaw clicked into place. Damn guy had been fooling me all along! Knew there’d never been any call from
Relena! Watching me try to trick him –
watching me make my sorry little moves on him.
She waved the clipboard, half-heartedly. Slid out the top sheet of card, and rolled it
into a stiff tube. Guess she could see a
storm brewing! “This – can wait,
OK? I’ll come back later. When your – when the other tenant is – uh –
available? Looks like it was him who
called in the fault –“
“Yeah,” I growled again.
“Didn’t tell you –“
“No.” Another
growl.
She sighed at me, praps in sympathy. Thought we were having some kinda lovers’
tiff…
“I understand, sir,” she murmured, leaning a little
towards me, conspiratorially. “I mean –
it’s just the same for us all – y’know – relationships – living together. Takes a bit of getting used to. Give and take. It’s the same for girls –“
“Like hell it is!” I snapped, and she jumped back a
bit in surprise. I could feel my anger
at Heero’s little ‘trick’ fading away – to be replaced with a wicked
mischief. Damn guy is the sharpest card
in the pack, after all! But whatever
little schemes we both used to get here today – it’s still me that he
wants – I’m still the one he’s calling back to bed!
I felt kinda warm.
Kinda sappy. And horny – of
course!
But Heero Yuy’s not gonna get away without some kinda
retribution, is he?
“Let me have that, OK?” I snatched the tube of card out of her hands
– I turned it round in my palm. “Give
and take, y’say?” It was slim – it was
cool. It was long. And it was the evidence of his ‘guilt’.
“What I’m gonna do with this – when I’ve finished
with him – until I get a damned good apology for this from him –“
Words failed me.
The engineer was backing away – so I turned to give her retreat my most
brilliant smile. I think I may have
looked a little manic, ‘cos she gave a little gasp. I stood there, in a towel that barely covered
my hips, and I brandished the tube above my head like some kinda trophy.
“Thanks a lot.
But believe me – it’s most definitely not the same for girls!”
End