Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy
writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 4x5
Category: AU, humour
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Spoilers: None
Notes: The
troubles between Heero and Duo are not in the script – though the whole cast
are on hand to help out. But it may take
a cameo performance from another character to reveal the final twist of the
plot!
Feedback: If
you liked it, PLEASE let me know!
Written for
Gundam Wing Diaries Contest ‘The Art of Using Sex Toys’.
Many thanks to everyone who contributed ideas for this one, especially Stephanie, Jessica and Hubby – and they were the only ones who knew what they were helping me write *smirk*!
~*~
It was late
afternoon, and four young men were clustered round the door to the
trailer. It was tightly closed. They all looked hesitant; none of them seemed
about to go in.
The one at the
front of the group was tall, dark-haired, and seemed rather intense. He was dressed in jeans and tee shirt, and
was very good-looking, though there was currently a confused expression on his
face. Beside him was a slim, handsome
blond dressed in pseudo-military gear – at least, that’s what the cloth
headband and the camouflage pants suggested.
The blond wore nothing else, and the pants were ripped rather
artistically at the back to show the glistening skin of his pert, nude buttocks. On the other side was a strongly-built
Chinese man, with very striking good looks, a well-developed six-pack, and some
unusual mock-metal guards strapped around his thighs and calves. He wore a brief, dark grey thong, a strange
headpiece that covered one eye, and also nothing else.
At the back of
them all stood a slender brunette, fully dressed, holding
a clipboard that said ‘Trowa Barton, Director.
Movies from WrinkleTheSheets Productions’. His whole attitude was one of barely
suppressed impatience.
“So is Duo in there?” he said.
“Sounds like
he’s jerking off!” said Quatre, the inquisitive blond, leaning in towards the
trailer as if he were listening through the wall. Which he was.
“On
his own?” Heero, the
dark-haired man, sounded shocked. “He’s
got me for that!”
“Perhaps it’s
just indigestion,” said Quatre, his ear still pressed shamelessly to the side
of the trailer. “Shall I check he’s OK –?“ He raised a fisted
hand to knock on the door.
“Don’t!”
shouted Heero and the Chinese man, Wufei, in perfect unison.
“Listen to the
background sound,” said Trowa, his head tilted towards the trailer. He was known for his pragmatism. “It’s like a strange, sucking noise…”
“What –?” said
Quatre, curiously.
“You mean like he’s sucking another guy’s cock –?”
Wufei jabbed
Quatre swiftly and painfully in the ribs, nodding his head in the direction of
Heero’s shocked face. “No – not like that at all. We don’t know what it’s like –“
“Could be like
something going underwater,” suggested Trowa, less than helpfully. “I directed that movie about the sea the
other month –“
“
Wufei
grinned. “And the morning wood –“
“- en leg,”
finished Quatre, with a smirk. The two
of them winked at each other.
“No,
the other one…” mused Trowa.
“Free Willies?” suggested Wufei.
The two
costume-clad men exchanged rueful glances.
“Nearly
drowned in that one,” snapped Wufei.
“Leaping up for that bloody beach ball –“
“Nearly lost your balls,
honey,” murmured Quatre. “That dive was
rather more of a belly-flop!”
“The whole
thing didn’t work so well in the public baths,” said Trowa, rather
mournfully. “Couldn’t get the right
ocean effects –“
“The bubbles
from Wufei’s farts were pretty oceanic,” sneered
Quatre.
“And your Little Spermaid impression so failed to impress –“
snapped back the dark-haired man, responding to the same mood.
“Needed the
goggles on to keep out the glare of your ego
-“ hissed Quatre
“Needed
the dildo to take the place of your shrivelled cock -!”
“It was damned
cold that morning!” wailed Quatre.
Trowa
sighed. The two of ‘em bickered like
this all the time. Perfect
actors on camera – a pair of raging egos off.
“Is anyone
offering any sensible advice here?” came Heero’s
rather plaintive cry.
*******
“I can hear a
humming noise now,” said Trowa. He
looked hopefully at his watch.
“Like
singing? Does he sing?” said Quatre, hopefully. “We could do a re-run of Seven Pumps for Seven Peckers…”
“No, like
something mechanical –“
“It’s a new
sex toy!” cried Quatre, gleefully. “Now
I remember, a parcel came for him the other day – he wouldn’t open it in front
of me –“
“That’s
because you’re a nosy little creep,” hissed Wufei.
Heero still
looked confused. “New
toy? But we’ve tried them
all. Together. When the samples come through, we always take
a look together –“
Quatre
snickered. “Just a look? I doubt that! What about the Vibrating Pleasure Probe?”
“Tried it.”
“The Good
Vibrations Waterproof G-Swirl?” said Trowa.
Heero nodded.
“The Robo Suck
2?” asked Wufei, interested now, despite himself.
“Did it.”
“The Robo Suck
3 that giggles?” asked Quatre.
“That was my Christmas present!” complained Wufei.
“That one did me!” snickered Trowa. Quatre glared at him.
“Done them
all,” said Heero, thoughtfully. He
didn’t notice his companions’ smirks.
“Even that special Cock-n-Balls Erection Maker offer last month of Buy
One, get Six Free…”
“Ohh! Ohh!! Seven!!!” sighed Quatre. “I was a perfect Ernst Blow-Well in that
movie, wasn’t I, Trowa?”
“Did all of
them…” Heero said, rather wistfully.
“Several times.”
“So did I,”
grumbled Wufei. “Twelve Horny Men, if I remember rightly.”
“Seen that,
done that, got the tee shirt –“ sniggered Quatre.
“Got the sore
ass,” grumbled Wufei.
“Isn’t it
always your ass!” hissed Quatre,
unsympathetically.
Heero sighed
loudly, but no-one was listening to him.
Quatre’s eyes
sparkled, and he looked sideways at Trowa.
Rather coyly. “The giggling Robo
Suck 3 sounds good, lover…”
Trowa
grimaced. “For God’s sake, not now, Quatre -!”
Wufei sighed,
theatrically. “I’ll lend it to you
later. Try not to wear out the batteries
– and keep the volume turned down. I’m
in the trailer behind you two this week, and I need my rest – I have a mature
public to please.”
“And that cute
boy from Catering…” muttered Quatre.
“I can’t see
what Duo would want to try out without me,” said Heero, rather loudly.
*******
The others
exchanged looks – rolled their eyes.
They were fond of Heero, but they didn’t have the energy to waste
worrying about anyone else’s sexlife at the moment.
“Sometimes a
guy just wants to be alone with his own feelings, Heero,” said Quatre,
sweetly. “With his own toys – his own
fantasies –“
“His own
fingers,” muttered Trowa. It earned him
another furious glare from Quatre.
“Relax,
Heero,” said Wufei, cheerfully. “You two
are made for each other – dammit, we all know there’s nothing doing with anyone
else. You only do scenes where you fuck
each other, don’t you?”
“A match made
in Hollywood,” sighed Quatre. “Swingin’ in the Rain”, as I remember –“
“You’re always
at it like rabbits –“ continued Wufei.
“Who Poked Roger Rabbit?” reminisced
Quatre.
“You did,”
sneered Wufei, turning on him. “In
scenes 7,8 and 26! I should report you
to the ASPCA.”
“But honey,”
grinned Quatre. “The fluffy ears were so
adorable -!”
Trowa put a
hand on Heero’s arm. He had an hour or
so’s filming still due from today’s daylight – else Sperminator II wouldn’t be in the public’s rental stores by the end
of the month. He couldn’t afford any of
his actors to be anything less than their best.
“Ease up on
Duo, OK? You’re great together. Ever since that day I caught you both making
out behind the refreshment trolley at the edge of the Spurtacocks crowd scene, and
offered you jobs in the cast –“
“He couldn’t
believe you’d do it in such a public place,” grinned Quatre.
“So many
times,” sighed Trowa.
“And so bloody noisily!” growled Wufei. “I can’t be expected to perform with that racket going on, rattling all the damned sandwiches. I’ve never had to do a second take of the chariot scene before in my life!”
“I looked
damned good in that toga,” sighed Quatre, eyes misting over with the memory.
“Looked better
out of it…” murmured Trowa.
Quatre
continued, blithely, “I enjoyed the whole movie. Blood, guts, swords and shields –“
“Lube, rubs,
probes and sheaths, more like!”” grinned Wufei.
“All the latest latex…I was a damned fine Centurion!”
“Couldn’t
afford a hundred guys,” sighed Trowa.
“The budget, y’know…”
Quatre
grimaced. “And then there was the horse
shit, of course.”
“It was damned
realistic!” said Trowa, eager to remember his artistic successes.
“It stank,”
said Quatre.
“So did your
auto-cueing,” hissed Wufei. Quatre stuck
out a flexible, extraordinarily long, and much-admired tongue at him.
“I don’t know
what I should do,” said Heero.
They all
looked round like they’d just remembered he was there.
“It’ll be all
right, Heero,” said Trowa. “You’re not
the only one in the relationship, you know.”
“What do you
mean?” asked Heero, brow furrowed.
Trowa sighed –
he was losing patience with the whole lot of ‘em. Bloody actors! Nothing but angst and melodrama! “If you’re wondering what Duo’s up to, why
don’t you just ask him?”
*******
Heero was glad
to see the back of them, really, friends though they were. He needed some time alone, to think things
out.
He was
upset. He was embarrassed. More than that, he was a bit scared.
Wasn’t Duo
happy with him? Wasn’t he
satisfied? They’d been together for a
long time now; perhaps he was bored of their sex life. Perhaps he’d found something – or someone –
else to excite him.
Heero didn’t
like to ask him outright, like Trowa had suggested.
He didn’t want
to know the answer, did he?
*******
Duo bustled
round their trailer, carrying mugs and plates and just generally clearing up.
“Do you want a
hot drink, Heero? Oh, sorry – I forgot
you don’t like ‘em. I’ll make you a
juice…” He was a bit concerned at Heero’s mood this evening – he seemed rather
quiet.
He was a bit less
concerned when Heero caught out at him as he passed, running a hand up the
inside of his thigh. “Do you want to try
something new tonight, Duo?” he murmured.
Duo paused, china rattling in his hands, and his body shivered with
anticipation.
“Something
new?” he breathed. “Like a new
position?”
“I - yes,
sure,” said Heero. “Though I can’t think
of anything at the moment…”
He thought
that Duo’s shoulders slumped, but he wasn’t sure. He heard him let out a breath, and then he
turned in Heero’s grasp and kissed him, thoroughly.
“Me
neither! Can’t think of any position we
haven’t tried, professionally or personally!” he said, cheerfully. “You gettin’ bored of me, lover?”
“Of course
not!” protested Heero. How could that
ever be? Duo was a bright, lively light
in his life – Duo was an amazing, exciting gift for him, every morning that he
woke up beside him. He loved every word
that came out of Duo’s mouth – loved every movement of the slim, athletic body. Duo was his best friend, his dearest companion,
and he could never imagine living without him.
Duo was also an astonishingly good and generous and uninhibited lover…
Heero thought
he was blushing. He’d never quite
managed to stop that, when he thought of Duo in an erotic way.
Duo put the
crockery down carefully, pushed him back down on to the bench, and sat on his
lap. His legs were warm and tight around
Heero’s thighs; his chest pressed comfortingly at Heero’s own. He started ticking the memories off on his
fingers.
“Sooo…positions,
right? In bed – obvious. Out of bed – also obvious. But also half out of bed; head alone in bed;
feet alone in bed. One leg up – both
legs up. Against the wall – over the
sink – across the chair. Hanging from
the door – up the stairs – standing on my head –“
“You fell over
–“ reminded Heero.
“Yeah, right!”
grinned Duo. “Your pubic hair tickled my
butt, and your smelly feet made me lose concentration!”
Heero flushed
hotly. “Hey, they weren’t -!”
“Joke, love,”
murmured Duo. Heero was impossibly cute
when he blushed like that – he did it whenever Duo talked dirty. It just encouraged Duo to do it again and again…!
Heero was
strong and loyal and very bright, and Duo had been thrilled when he agreed to
them becoming lovers. Agreed very eagerly…! In fact, his mouth had been round Duo’s cock
within the minute, and that was when they’d still been driving back home. They’d been inseparable ever since. Duo had never been so content – never felt so
close to someone. He adored Heero - he’d
do anything for Heero. Had, in fact,
done a tremendous lot already…
The memories
made him feel rather hot, himself.
*******
He ghosted his
lips at the lobe of Heero’s ear. “What
about a new place, then?”
Heero flushed
even more. A smile teased at the corners
of his mouth.
“In the
trailer – outside of the trailer…” mused Duo.
“In the elevator…”
“Old news,”
murmured Heero. “Too many stories about
that already.”
“In the car
park –“
“Floors 2,3
and 5,” sighed Heero. He felt a warm
ripple inside his pants.
“In the pool –
in the showers –“
“Men’s and
women’s…” The memory of the rushed activity and the enforced silence and the
overwhelming threat of a horde of young girls bursting into the cubicle -
“In the
changing rooms – I had to buy that pair of jeans I was trying on after you came
all over them!”
“On the
ironing board –“
“In the photo
booth –“ Duo winced at an uncomfortable memory.
“Yeah,”
grumbled Heero. “The spiral seat…”
“The back of
the coach –“
“In that
dumpster truck – in Quatre’s car –“ Heero was joining in. His lap was getting very warm, and Duo’s
wriggling buttocks didn’t help any.
“On Wufei’s
motorbike,” hissed Duo.
“And the
skateboard,” groaned Heero. “I still
have the scars on my elbows."
Duo
smirked. He let his hands drop to
Heero’s lap, and he started to fondle his lover’s swelling cock. The material of Heero’s pants strained with
frustration; a damp patch threatened to appear.
“On Trowa’s
chair – behind the Ancient Rome scenery…”
“In Quatre’s
trailer,” whispered Heero. He was desperately
aroused now.
Duo
snickered. “Yeah… that was the best,
wasn’t it? Sneaking in through the door
and hiding between the cooker and the bench seat, having to keep out of sight
of the kitchen window…”
“While Quatre
and Trowa were in the bunk in the next compartment –“
Heero groaned
again. It had been one of the most
exciting times of all! The erotic thrill
of slipping hands into Duo’s shorts and fondling his cock; the frustration of
both of them biting their lip to stay silent.
The background sound of those cute little hiccups that Quatre made, as
he got more and more aroused. It was his
sexual signature in all his movies.
”Wriggling
your body between my thighs…” Duo breathed hotly into his ear now. “Pushing my shorts down. Lifting my leg up over your arms and wedging
me on to your hips –“
The sound of
Trowa’s grunts and Quatre’s whimpering as Trowa prepared his ass…
“Unzipping
your jeans – trying not to make any noise and disturb the other guys. Rubbing your hard cock up and down my belly,
all wet and slippery with pre-cum and throbbing hard –“
Trying to keep
their footing against the enthusiastic rocking of the trailer, as Trowa thrust
into Quatre…
“Guiding your
hot, wet cock into me –“
The moans from
Trowa as he came fiercely inside the blond, and Quatre’s low, unscripted growls
of encouragement, urging him on to empty himself inside him –
“You wanna try
the trailer game again?” whispered Duo, mischievously. He just managed to put his hands out in time
to catch himself as Heero rolled him off his lap and on to the floor. Zips rasped; cloth ripped; greedy tongues
clashed. Duo’s pants were round his
knees when Heero flipped him face down, and hauled his hips up to his
groin. Heero’s own cock was hot and
thick and insistent; it demanded payback for the teasing!
“Later then,
maybe –? “ Duo gasped, and spread his ass most willingly.
Their trailer
rocked enthusiastically for quite some time after that.
*******
The four young
men were outside Heero’s trailer again.
It was the next day.
“But he never
locks the door!” said Heero, his voice a little petulant.
“We know
that,” grumbled Wufei. “That’s why, when
it’s ajar, we can all hear you banging him over the table –“
“- bed –“
“ – fridge –“
“- from as far
away as the refreshment trailer,“ added Quatre.
“Morning, noon
and night,” completed Trowa.
“Not every morning,” muttered Heero. “And these damned trailers are made of
nothing thicker than cardboard –“
“So how come
we can’t hear clearly what he’s saying tonight?” asked Quatre, curiously. Heero stared at him – the blond was dressed
only in a scrap of loincloth that left nothing to the imagination; he seemed to
have left his thong behind in his own wardrobe.
He had stripes of paint on his face; a couple of feathers twisted
provocatively in his hair. He also had
his ear pressed against the side of the trailer again.
“What the hell
are you today?” asked Heero.
“Lust of the Mohicans,” Quatre shrugged,
apologetically.
Wufei
snickered something about wanting to show him his tomahawk.
“Get away from
the trailer,” warned Heero. “I’ll deal
with this later myself!”
*******
Duo was
finishing a long and involved game of solitaire that only he seemed to know the
rules of. He lay on his stomach on the
bunk, legs bent up in the air behind him, tapping his heels occasionally on his
pert little ass. He was still dressed in
jodhpurs – they’d been filming a background scene for Sex and Shagability – but had thrown everything else off. Heero gazed with pure delight for a while.
Then he swallowed
– hard.
“Look, Duo – I
have to say something, OK?”
Duo turned his
head to the side and looked up at Heero.
He wondered why his face was so red, and his voice so strangled. He put down the banana he’d been eating while
he played cards. “OK – sure. What’s up?”
“Is there
something you’d like me to do, Duo?”
“You mean –
like the laundry?” Duo looked puzzled.
“No!” Heero
almost yelled. The trailer shook a
little. “I mean sexually! Is there something you’d like specifically? Something you’re not getting?”
Duo rolled
over and sat up. He stared at his lover
for a moment.
“What’s this
about, Heero? Why the sudden
concern? The unselfish gestures?”
“What? You
mean I’m usually selfish? That I’m not
concerned for you?”
Duo pursed his
lips, stubbornly not replying to that.
“I’m happy with everything we do.
You know that. I don’t want
someone else.”
“But you want
something else!”
“Who says?”
“I say!
Don’t you?”
“So you
say. What
do I want, then?“
“I don’t know, do I, that’s why I’m bloody asking
-!”
Things
deteriorated rapidly after that.
They parted on
angry terms – not that there was anywhere to part to. Heero lay on the bunk alone, listening to
Trowa’s trailer creak away beside theirs, and cursing his sharp temper.
Duo sat curled
up on the bench seat in the kitchen, eating chocolate and whooping his own ass
at poker. And cursing Heero’s sharp
temper.
*******
Heero thought
a lot about Duo’s strange behaviour – at his suspicion when Heero had offered
to consider whatever he thought was lacking in their relationship. His assessment of Heero’s sensitivity had
been rather cruel.
He was always
concerned for Duo’s pleasure and well-being, wasn’t he?
Always made
sure he caressed him well…
…let him have
full use of all the toys…
…prepared him
well…
…made sure he
came every time.
What the hell
more did he want?
Heero tried to
feel angry and aggrieved.
He just felt
miserable.
*******
“Where’s Duo,
then?” asked Trowa. “For God’s sake, I
need you both on the bloodlust set for Van
Cockring!”
“He’s reading
the script in his trailer,” said Heero.
His voice was rather quiet. “He
won’t talk to me.”
“Don’t care
about that, so long as he spreads ‘em on cue for you!“ growled Trowa. He’d had a bad night. Quatre had been up until the small hours,
attempting the method school of acting on his heroic role as the vampire
hunter. Trowa had been unsympathetic
when the blond talked about motivation and back-story, though he enjoyed the
practical neck-biting practice. They’d
finished the night on fairly bad terms as well.
It happened.
Heero scowled
back.
Trowa reached
over to Heero to give what he hoped was an encouraging pat on the back. He prided himself on a variety of management
skills. “You’re still worried about what
he’s been up to, I know. Just be a bit
more subtle, OK?”
“What do you
mean? How?”
“Look for
clues! Like in my detective series – Come Quietly –“
“Remember The Case of the Vanishing Family Jewels,”
grinned Quatre.
“Reminds me of
my sore ass again,” moaned Wufei.
“I was a
spectacular Inspector Sphincter in that,” sighed Quatre, remembering glories
past.
“All right, Mr
DeMille, I'm ready for my blow-job now,” whined Wufei, in a fairly good
impression of the ageing Gloria Swanson doing an impression of Quatre. Quatre swiped out at him and missed.
“Like I need
my two leading actors with bloody noses!” groaned Trowa. “Get back on set or there’s gonna be nothing
blowing for anyone!”
*******
Heero thought
Duo was keeping secrets.
Duo thought
Heero was acting like a jealous, distrustful prick.
Apart from
that, things were fine.
Heero had
taken Trowa’s advice and searched the trailer.
Like – how many places could you hide something in a shared home? He’d found nothing but the usual assortment
of sex toys and bondage equipment that they always travelled with.
It had been a
strangely poignant, yet exciting time. A
bit like looking through the family album, he thought. He’d found the Beaded Anal Vibe a comfort to
run through his fingers; the Ball Slapping Vibro Pouch had brought back many
happy memories. Duo still kept Heero’s
Bend Over Bondage Beginners Kit under the bunk – and when he found their
matching Mould a Willy kits, he found the tears pricking the corners of his
eyes.
When Duo came
back to the trailer with an armful of new scripts and a mouth filled with
doughnut, Heero was sitting on the bunk rather mournfully, with a half-empty
jar of Penis Balm Orgasm Booster in his hand.
He didn’t even give Duo a chance to wipe the sugar from his mouth. He jumped him there and then, and for quite
some time their arguments were forgotten.
*******
“Duo still not
talking to you?” Quatre had an
irritatingly smug look on his face. He
had a crossbow slung over his shoulder and one of his trademark hats. The brief leather shorts were the only other
item of costume.
“We’re fine,”
mumbled Heero. He was slouched over one
of the set chairs. He’d left the trailer
before breakfast, just to get away from the icy tension. The sex had been brilliant – of course it
had! – but the next day had dawned as gloomy as ever.
“You’ve
annoyed him!” announced Quatre.
“Embarrassed
him, more like,” said Wufei, coming over to join them. He and Quatre exchanged looks. “OK – so maybe not Duo.”
“Not the man
who rode bareback in Prick and Perversion
-” said Quatre.
“Who followed
strict instructions in You only Come
Twice –“ said Wufei.
“Unlike you,”
smirked Quatre. He was sharing several
scenes with Wufei today – he was looking forward to showing the arrogant actor
that he wasn’t the uke wimp he thought.
“Couldn’t stop you on Cumming 2
Fast, 2 Furious, thrashing away on top of that poor street racer!” He
slipped into a frighteningly accurate impression of Wufei’s ‘stage’ voice. “Oh please let me pimp your ride, boy! Let me
pass this torque wrench between your
strong, demolition-derby-driving legs –!”
“Were you
improvising on my script, Wufei?” asked Trowa, sternly. Neither of them had heard him approach, and
Wufei jumped.
“Wufei Chang –
the Great Balls of China!” Quatre scoffed.
“So-called
because I’m hung like a Mandarin –“ began Wufei, launching into his resume.
“And spurts
like a squashed Satsuma!” snickered Quatre.
“That’s a foul
rumour!” snarled Wufei. “Put about by my
jealous rivals!”
“Goddamn the
pair of you!” groaned Trowa. “Get Duo
out here and into that bloody cloak!”
*******
Heero had had
another key cut. He couldn’t believe he
was doing this, sneaking in on his dearest love. Well, there wasn’t much dearest love at the
moment between them! They fucked as enthusiastically
as ever, but in the non-conjoined time they argued and sneered and generally
sniped at each other.
He knew that
there were still periods of time when Duo went missing – when he locked the
door of the trailer – when the disturbing noises could be heard.
Duo hadn’t
volunteered any explanation to Heero.
Heero would be damned before he asked.
Nor had Heero
sought anyone’s advice about tonight’s adventure. He was acting on his own instincts. Involving everyone else had just been
confusing, hadn’t it? This was between
him and Duo – he had to sort this out between them, once and for all. He could take whatever disappointment came
his way, so long as he knew the truth.
Yeah, right…
he thought, wondering whether Duo would want to leave before or after their
filming schedule finished, and shocked at the pain he felt in his chest. Like that’s true.
He pushed the
door just a slight way ajar. It was
early evening – there were no lights on in the trailer. He felt damned guilty. But he’d never had any reason to doubt Duo
before, had he? They’d never kept
secrets before; they shared every lust, every desire; every sordid, seedy
fantasy –
He stepped
silently into the darkened compartment and peered round, his eyes adjusting to
the half-light.
He couldn’t
think straight for a minute.
He saw Duo,
stark naked and knelt on all fours on their bunk. He was leaning forward, clutching something
underneath him – his pale, tight ass shone in the dim light of the outside
lamps, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his buttocks. Heero couldn’t count the times he’d gazed
lovingly – and longingly – at those buttocks, as he’d slipped most satisfyingly
into Duo’s hole.
Duo’s hips
were moving backwards and forwards – in a rather familiar thrusting
motion. Heero couldn’t make out what he
was actually doing – but whatever the shape was under his belly, it was
rippling along with him, jerking with every move of his body; making a soft,
suckling noise alongside Duo’s own heavy breathing. There was a gentle background hum, like
something charging up. He knew that Duo
probably hadn’t heard him enter – he was too engrossed in what he was doing.
What was he doing?
Duo moved a
little, and Heero could finally see everything on the bed properly.
Then Duo’s
mouth opened too, and there was no doubt
at all as to what he was doing.