21-Jan-2001
Title: Pocky Plaything (1/3)
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com) & Aspen (hoodie@edible.nu)
Archive: GW Addiction.
Category: yaoi, light squick, PWP, lemon
Pairings: will be 1x2x3xpocky
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters, we mean no harm, we have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It's pocky. How bad could it be? *giggle*
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This will hopefully be finished off soon. I really want to have a 1x2x3xyummyfoodstuff under my belt. That will make my life complete!
*...* = thoughts
His slim, long fingers were slick, pumping in and out in a pleasing rhythm. Eyebrows arched up in delight, though his green eyes remained closed in secretive, guilty ecstasy. He really was doing this way too often now.
But that small thought was lost in the need for more, and Trowa's fingers slid from his mouth to trail down his chin, ghosting over his chest, then wrapping around the firm, lean stick stuck between his legs. His eyes flicked open in surprise.
*Hey, I had a lot more pocky than this a minute ago.*
Shifting slightly to check on the exact amount of pocky that he had left, Trowa gasped, his body trembling slightly. *Okay, get off first. Then check.* Dragging his nails up his thigh, Trowa moaned and bit his bottom lip, tasting the bit of chocolate that had caught there. "Oh... so good..."
He spasmed at his deeds, sprawled there on the floor feeling the cool silken nylon of his red Fushugi Yuugi sleeping bag (Tamahome side up) against his naked bottom and thighs. The ceiling fan was playing shadow games with the white ceiling, blessing him with wash after wash of cool air to alleviate the hot summer night's steam, sticks of chocolate pocky sticking out from his clean white socks and one particular offending stick smearing his thighs with its sweetness. It was deliciously erotic. He hadn't even locked the door, and now he'd even lost one of his fuzzy blue neko slippers.
His hands crept of their own accord up and down his gangly thighs a few times before reaching between his legs and adjusting the stick of pocky that was poking lovingly at the junction of his leg and ass, and rubbing the slightly melted tip into it with a tiny, pleased smirk.
With a dirty groan, he placed a sweet-sticky hand against the pocky, pressing it slightly, feeling it enter him. "Mmm... delicious..."
Trowa knew he must be a sick little boy, but he couldn't help it. Pocky made him so horny... The smell alone got him rock hard and dripping in two seconds flat, and the taste almost made him come. It had seemed natural to proceed as he had, allowing the pocky to go in places more intimate than a lollipop or chocolate kiss might.
And indeed, this was no wide, hard-candy lolly or wussy little chocolate kiss. This was a slightly crumbly, melty with the humidity, solid and slim intruder. As he slid it further inside, the gooey dark chocolate making it all the easier, his eyes fluttered shut again and sparks tingled against his eyelids. The sweetness of penetration was all the sweeter because of this sinful treat. He got off like a madman on the smell of his erect sex mingling with the sweet, sharp smell of the pocky.
"Ooh, *yes*," he urged himself, sliding it in and out slowly with excitement aching in the pit of his stomach. His nimble fingers fumbled to his sock for another stick of pocky to nibble on, his toes inadvertantly curling in the sweaty reccesses of his neko slippers.
Trowa wrapped his lips around the new stick, savoring the taste as his body's movements increased. One hand was moving the pocky faster and faster, the other running nails and fingertips in scratches and pinches and pulls across his chest as his tongue lolled around the sweet delicacy that invaded his mouth. Then, with a groan, he thrust harder on the pocky, and, suddenly, felt it break. Eyes wide, Trowa looked down, then at his neko slippers. "Oh, my..."
"Old maid?"
"No."
" . . . War?"
"No."
*Damn, I was sure that would work.* "Black jack?"
"Hn. No."
"Acey-deucy?" Duo was getting a little desperate. It must have been the heat.
"No." Heero brought a new meaning to the word stubborn. It must have been the stick up his ass.
"Um . . ." Duo wracked his brain. "The Great Dalmuti?"
He received a Glare O' Death.
"Uh, okay - uh, how 'bout Pitch?"
Heero's hands paused at some piece of radio eqipment he was repairing, and he said in an almost patient tone of voice, "You need more than two people to play Pitch."
"Well, I'll go get Quatre! No, wait, he's on a mission. I'll get Trowa. If I get Trowa, will you play? Come on, just one game. Then," Duo added enticingly, "I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night!"
"Deal," Heero folded, pushing his chair back from the table. Duo grinned in satisfaction, clambering off the table where he'd been sitting (well, laying) and heading down the suffocatingly hot, tiny hallway of their most recent safehouse. It was too hot for shirts, so neither he or Heero had been wearing one - not that he was complaining, of course. He had on only a raggedy pair of cut-off denim shorts, little puffs of his hair framing his heated cheeks. Ah, there was Trowa's closed door. Quatre wasn't around, so he didn't have to worry about barging in on anything. He thrust the door open. "Hey Trowa, wanna..."
His burst was cut short at the sight before him, and he stopped short halfway into the room. It was a shocking and altogether massively arousing sight before him - naked, sweaty Trowa, clad in nothing but socks and one blue kitty slipper, on the floor against a bright background of red, pocky clasped in one hand and a fresh series of light, but intentional scratches marking his abdomen. Duo was so surprised he couldn't even blush, but was instantly swept over with lust. And it was only after he met Trowa's passion-darkened eyes that he noticed the *other* piece of pocky.
"Damn, Trowa... didn't know you had it in you, erm, uh, that came out wrong. Y'know, I'm going to... to... awful hot in here, isn't it?" Duo babbled rather incoherantly, unconsciously rearranging himself and running a callused hand along his own chest.
"Duo..." Trowa panted into the air, unmoving but for his soft lips.
"Hai, Trowa? What can I do you for? Do for you, I mean. Hmm?" Blinking, Duo cleared his throat, taking a few steps backward and closing the door. Then, he waited patiently, not noticing the wait at all as he watched Trowa continue to writhe slightly on the image of Tamahome. *He's dead sexy, and I'm about to pass out. Oh, God, what did I do to deserve this without being able to hop right on?*
Duo's arousal throbbed mercilessly as he stared, unable to look away or even to feign disinterest, through Trowa's arched legs and past the interestingly-lodged piece of snack food at the rock-hard length resting on Trowa's stomach, twitching ever so slightly as if it was reacting to his heated stare.
Then, he caught Trowa's piercing eye and panther-like predatory look, but he couldn't conjour up a flush with all his blood in his lower regions like it was.
"Duo..." repeated Trowa in a slightly different tone. "Want some pocky?"
TBC.
Kimmie & Aspen
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