22-Apr-2001
Disclaimer: Ok everyone, let's all chant together- I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. And the title is stolen – uh – I mean borrowed – borrowed from Stephen Stills (but this is not a songfic).
Warnings: NC-17 heavy on the lemon with a dash of lemon concentrate for good measure. In other words, both characters are 'having their way' with each other.
Pairings: Sorry, they asked me to keep it a surprise until they reveal it themselves.
It had been a long and dangerous mission, neither had thought they'd make it out alive, much less unscathed. The injuries they'd received did not slow them down as they made their way to where their escape vehicle was hidden.
They tossed the tree limbs and brush aside that hid the motorcycle. They hopped on, the driver jumpstarting as they did. The engine sputtered for a few seconds before it roared to life and they got the hell out of there.
They traveled half the night, keeping to the back roads until they reached their destination. It was a small run down motel in a small half forgotten town, the kind of town that dies when it gets bypassed by the highway. This one was well on its way to rigor mortis and the perfect place to lay low for a while.
The passenger hopped off the bike and entered the motel office, returning a few minutes later with a set of keys, some towels, soap and shampoo. He pointed to their bungalow so the driver would know where to park. He eased the cycle into the small carport, which was no more than a lean-to, and cut the engine. He removed the saddlebags and headed for the opened door of their room, shutting and locking it after they entered.
The driver opened the bags, removing the first aid kit, laying it on the small table.
"Let me check that shoulder for you," he said, "it looks like it might still be bleeding."
"I'm ok for now," came the answer, "I think that wounded thigh of yours needs attention first," the passenger opened the kit, "take off your pants and let me clean and dress it."
The driver began unbuckling his belt, "I'm too tired to argue with you about it," he unzipped and pulled his pants down to his knees. Then he lay across the bed.
"You could have taken off the boots. It makes it easier to remove the pants all the way, you know," came the half-sarcastic observation.
"I couldn't bend over to take them off," the driver admitted, "I was afraid I might open the wound more."
"I'll take them off for you, then," came the quiet reply, "and your pants too," this time with a grin.
Once the boots and the pants were removed, the injury was given a closer examination.
"It's just a grazing, but it looks pretty deep on one end, it's going to need some stitches to close it and keep it from tearing."
"Please tell me there is at least some topical anesthetic in that first aid kit."
"Everything but," came the reply, "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, go ahead and get started, I guess. You have my permission to ignore my screams."
"Here," the passenger reached over and grabbed a pillow, "scream into this, don't want to wake the neighbors."
"I'll be sure to do the same for you, when it's your turn," was the muffled reply.
"I'll need to clean it first," the passenger said, as he took one of the towels to the small bathroom. He ran it under the hot water and soaped it up. He returned to the bedside and proceeded to wash the blood from the wound. He returned to the sink, rinsed the soap out and returned, he finished debriding.
"Are you ready?" Trowa Barton asked as he donned the sterilized gloves he'd removed from their wrapper.
"As I'll ever be," Duo Maxwell replied, watching as Trowa removed the prepackaged sutures.
Trowa began the task of closing the wound, each stitch was small and neat and even, the scar left from healing would be no more than a fine line.
Duo grimaced in pain, gritting the pillow hard between his teeth with each needle prick, but he remained quiet, except for an occasional grunt when he felt the pull of the thread through his skin.
"Finished," Trowa said, clipping the end of the string with the scissors from the kit, "now let me dress it and you're done."
Trowa cut the end off the small packet of antibiotic ointment, then squeezed it out onto Duo's thigh and began delicately smearing it over the wound. His gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through the injured thigh rippling outward until they settled in Duo's groin. His muscles twinged as his stomach flip flopped, that touch was turning him on. He hoped his boxers were baggy enough to hide his growing erection and that Trowa wouldn't look too closely.
Trowa covered the area with a couple of 4x4s then wrapped the thigh and taped it.
"That should hold you until we get back," Trowa said, the corners of his mouth ever so slightly curled in a grin, he couldn't help but notice the ‘tent' in Duo's boxers.
"Your turn," Duo said as he stood, "now get that jacket and shirt off and let me see how bad that shoulder is."
"I think I'm going to need some help too," Trowa admitted, "the shirt is stuck to my shoulder, I can feel it."
Duo helped him pull his good arm out of the jacket and then gathered the material together on the other side and gently lifted it off the wound, sliding it down his other arm. He looked closely at the black t-shirt, where Trowa was hurt. The blood was dried and caked and had glued the shirt to the wound.
"If I pull this, not only is it going to hurt like hell, it's going to make you start bleeding again," Duo observed, "I'm going to wet it down, that should make the shirt separate from your shoulder easier."
"Agreed," Trowa answered.
Duo took a fresh towel from the small stack and wet it, he pressed the towel against Trowa's wound, leaving it there for a few minutes to allow the shirt to become soaked and softening the dried blood so it wouldn't stick. He gently pulled the shirt away from the injury, separating them, then lifted the shirt off Trowa's head sideways and down the injured arm.
"This isn't a bullet wound," Duo remarked, "you took some shrapnel, and there is still a piece stuck in there. I'm going to have to remove it, but I don't know how deep it is."
"Go ahead, Duo, it needs to be taken out."
"Trowa, I don't think I should, what if it's in real deep? What if I damage some nerves while I remove it? What if you start bleeding and I can't get it to stop?"
"Do it," Trowa ordered, "it doesn't feel like it's in too deep. Honest. I'll be ok Duo. I promise."
"I just wish there was some kind of anesthetic, my digging around is not going to feel good at all."
"It's ok, Duo. We make do with what we have. Go ahead, the sooner you start the sooner you're done and we can get some rest. Besides, there are some painkillers in the kit, not very strong ones, but they'll help some."
"Lay down on the bed, then."
Trowa positioned himself as close to the edge of the bed as possible, giving Duo a solid surface to work on and some room to maneuver. Duo made himself a little instrument tray out of the lid of the first aid kit and laid out what he thought he would need.
"Do you want the pillow?" Duo asked, "I think this is going to hurt much worse than those stitches did."
"It'll just get in your way," Trowa said, "maybe if I concentrate on that water spot on the ceiling . . ."
"We can talk then, I'll get you involved in such an interesting conversation, you won't even notice what I'm doing."
"So what do we talk about?"
"Quatre."
"I'd rather not, if you don't mind," he said curtly.
"What's wrong?" Duo was curious, usually Quatre was Trowa's favorite subject of conversation when they were on missions together.
Duo took a pair of needle nosed forceps and began probing the wound, Trowa winced but more from the cold of the instrument than from the pain.
"I've been misreading him. I thought he was attracted to me, but really he's been seeing another guy, in secret. When he confided that to me, it made me realize my infatuation with him was only covering up what I really felt . . . for someone else."
"Hey! I think I found it!" Duo began lifting the piece of metal imbedded in Trowa's shoulder. It didn't take much to make it give way and it came out easily, "you're lucky Tro, it's not big at all. Even better news, you didn't start bleeding again either."
Duo held up the shard for Trowa's inspection. It was just a sliver, really. Not much bigger than a splinter. The wound wasn't as serious as it had first appeared.
"Some ointment and a bandage and you'll be as good as new. You're going to feel bruised for a while though. Now, what was that about Quatre? He's seeing someone? Who?" Duo already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear someone else say it.
"I'm sorry Duo, but it's Heero."
The look in Trowa's eyes touched Duo's heart. The sadness he saw in them was for him and not for Trowa.
"Don't be sorry, Tro. I gave up on Heero some time back. I realized there would never be anything between us, except being friends. I've had my eye on someone else for a while now, not that he's noticed."
Trowa reached up and pulled Duo to him, pressing his lips against Duo's mouth, his tongue forcing its entry. Duo's stomach did a belly flop, the kiss took him by surprise. He melted into Trowa's lips, his tongue sliding in between them, as it rubbed and flicked its way around. Trowa pulled his lips away from Duo's, leaving them tingling where his mouth had been seconds before.
"I hope that was me you were talking about," Trowa whispered, "because you are the one that's been on my mind, night and day, for a long time now, and believe me I've noticed."
"You know something? You talk too much," Duo teased as he nudged Trowa over to the other side of the bed and laid next to him, "especially when there are better things to do."
Duo eased himself next to Trowa, lying on his good side, keeping the pressure off his injured thigh. Trowa turned to face him as Duo scooted closer and wrapped his arm around him.
Trowa's lips trapped Duo's in another long, hard kiss as his hand lowered to Duo's ass and pressed the braided boy to him as he rubbed against him.
"Somebody still has his pants on," Duo breathed, "may I?" he began tugging at the zipper.
"Ummmm," Trowa sighed as Duo opened the zipper and began pulling. Trowa lifted his hips off the bed as Duo began to slide the pants down his legs. Duo couldn't help but notice the skimpy black bikinis Trowa was wearing, or the tip of the long hard erection sticking out from the top, glistening from the drops of precum that were forming in the slit.
He also could not help but lick the glistening tip, sending shivers through Trowa and getting the butterflies in his own stomach stirred up again. When a moan escaped Trowa's lips, it was all Duo could do to maintain his self control. So he did the best thing he could do. He tugged harder on Trowa's pants, stripping them off as fast as possible.
Duo's boxers were the next item of clothing to disappear from their bodies and Trowa had to stop a moment to admire what he held in his arms. His eyes drank in Duo's face and form while he silently thanked Oz for those injuries they'd received. He wouldn't be in bed, getting ready to make love to Duo, if it hadn't been for that mission.
Duo stripped Trowa of those skimpy black bikinis so his eyes could do a little drinking in of their own. Both boys were slender by normal standards, but the muscle underneath their smooth skin was hard and well defined. Each thought the other looked like they were sculpted from some magic clay, brought to life by the breath of the gods.
Duo's eyes sparkled as he pulled Trowa to him, this time initiating a kiss, but Trowa quickly took over as his mouth engulfed Duo's and his tongue slipped between Duo's parting lips.
Duo's hand trailed down Trowa, stopping when it found what it had been searching for. He seized Trowa's erection in his hand, feeling its hardness and its size, his butterflies began fluttering wildly as he imagined himself impaled by it.
"Trowa, are you this hard because of me?" Duo asked almost shyly.
"Do you see any other long haired braid boys in the room that could make a dead man horny?" Trowa grinned.
Duo could not help it, and burst out laughing, "We're gonna have to work on that pillow talk of yours, I see."
"Now you're the one who's talking too much when we could be doing something better." Trowa lowered himself down on the bed and took Duo's cock between his lips.
"Oohhhh!" Duo groaned, as Trowa began working his mouth and tongue all around Duo's arousal. He had never felt anything so good in his life. The butterflies in his stomach sprang back to life while goosebumps shot through his skin. If Trowa could do this with his mouth imagine what he could do with his . . . no, he wasn't going to think about it, it was hard enough not to come right then and there as it was.
"Tro," he whispered, "if you don't stop that, I'm going to come."
"That's the whole idea behind making love," Trowa laughed.
"But I don't want to come now, I want to come when you're inside me," Duo moaned.
"You want me to take you?" Trowa asked, his voice soft and husky with need.
"Yes!" Duo moaned, "I want to feel you inside me, I want to be filled with you. I want you to make love to me, now."
They sat in the middle of the bed, looking into each other's eyes and seeing their hunger for each other. Duo took Trowa's face in his hands as his lips gently caressed Trowa's mouth and eyes. Trowa smiled at him as he reached over the side of the bed and retrieved his pants. He slipped a hand in a pocket and withdrew a small tube, holding it up for Duo to see.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been carrying this with me, hoping for this night to happen?" he asked.
"Probably as long as I've been carrying mine," Duo grinned, taking the tube from Trowa's fingers, "lay down, I want to put it on you."
Trowa laid back down, as Duo commanded, but Duo did not squeeze any lube into his fingers, at least not yet, instead he bent down his head, "I have to taste you first," he said as he took Trowa's fullness into his mouth and began to suck, licking his tongue across Trowa's tip, tasting the drops of precum that were still there.
Duo licked and twirled his tongue around Trowa's shaft, making Trowa grunt with pleasure. Duo's mouth moved up and down as his tongue continued to flick and tickle Trowa, until Trowa felt he was about to come.
He lifted Duo's head off of him and smiled, "let me take you now," he rasped.
Duo squeezed some lube onto his fingers and smeared it over them, warming it. He then began stroking Trowa's arousal with his slick fingers until it was coated.
"Lay on your side, Duo. I don't want to hurt your leg," he said.
Duo lay on his side with Trowa snuggled up behind him. Trowa lifted the injured leg, laying it across his as he grabbed the pillow and placed it underneath to cradle it.
"Is that comfortable?" he whispered as he licked and nibbled on Duo's neck and ear.
"Yeah," Duo nodded, "it feels fine, no pain."
"Good," Trowa answered, "give me the lube, I need to prepare you."
He smeared some over his fingers after Duo handed him the tube. He rimmed Duo's opening first, and slowly penetrated him with one finger. Trowa began his preparation ritual moving the one finger in and out and around Duo's opening until he felt he was ready for insertion of his second finger. Duo moaned and rocked into the motion of Trowa's hand, Trowa knew he was almost ready, but the rite continued. Two fingers loosening and relaxing the tight rings of muscle a little more. Almost with reverence, he introduced a third finger, moving the three independently of each other until he could feel Duo was relaxed enough for him to enter.
He turned Duo toward him, just enough to lean over and kiss him with wild abandon. Their tongues danced and sparred as their lips brushed and crushed against each other. As Trowa continued the kiss as he pressed his erection against Duo's entrance and pushed himself slowly inside.
Duo gasped as he felt Trowa beginning to fill him, each push making his butterflies go crazy. Trowa began to pump his hips languidly, he was in no hurry. He wanted to savor every moment he was surrounded by Duo.
He was determined to prolong their love making as long as Duo could hold out, and continued his slow and steady thrusts carrying Duo to the brink and then pulling him back to start over again.
Trowa took Duo's braid and teased the violet eyed boy's arousal with its end, shivers raced through him like sharp needles, setting every nerve on edge, making Duo's body tremble from head to toe.
"T-t-t-r-r-o-o-o-o-o," Duo whimpered, "I think I'm going to come."
"No you're not," Trowa whispered in his ear, "I'm not ready for you to, just relax and enjoy it, give me control over your body."
Trowa stopped playing with Duo's braid and began stroking him with his hand as he continued to move languorously in and out as Duo rocked his hips to Trowa's rhythm.
Their bodies glowed with the soft sheen of their sweat as Trowa continued his relaxed and measured love making. Duo's breath was rough and ragged between his gasps and groans. His voice was low and husky as he begged Trowa for release.
Trowa answered him with a kiss as he ran a hand over Duo's chest and stomach and down to his groin, then began lightly dragging his fingers around and down Duo's cock. Duo had never had anyone make love to him slow and easy before, he never knew his body could withstand so much pleasure. He began rocking his hips a little faster, hoping Trowa would hasten his tempo a little.
Trowa smiled, he knew Duo was teetering on the edge of climax, Trowa kept him delicately balanced on its rim until he was ready for him to come. Trowa began to quicken his pace, taking Duo's cue and Duo matched him, movement for movement, sensation for sensation and pleasure for pleasure.
Duo felt his body begin to tingle as an orgasm began to grow inside his groin and spread outward.
"Trowa," he sobbed as he was granted the sweet release of climax and he came hard and fast, his cum coating his stomach as he arched backward clamping himself tightly around Trowa's erect shaft making Trowa orgasm violently inside him, his body quivered in ecstasy until he was drained.
They laid together, Trowa's arms wrapped tightly around Duo, as they breathed hard and deep from sheer exhaustion. Duo snuggled weakly against his new found lover. Too spent to turn and face him.
They wordlessly agreed to just lay and enjoy the touch of skin against skin until they regained their strength. Trowa brushed little kisses against Duo's arm and shoulder and Duo found the strength to turn around so they were laying together face to face. He snuggled into Trowa's uninjured shoulder and began licking his neck.
"Already eager for seconds?" Trowa grinned at him, teasing him.
"Oh no!," Duo blurted out, "I mean, you wore me out. I was just laying here, looking at you, wondering how we managed to get together after all the time we wasted."
"Ummm, two stupid guys who finally got lucky?" Trowa suggested.
"I'll agree with that," Duo grinned, "when I think of all the time I spent mooning over Heero, and knowing nothing would ever happen . . ."
"Ditto," Trowa said, "I meant about Quatre," he laughed, Duo had given him a funny look.
"Ya know, I sometimes thought that maybe we should just screw each other senseless while we were waiting for our ‘true loves' to notice us," Duo confessed.
"Really? Me too," Trowa admitted.
"The idea came from this old song I heard, ‘Love The One You're With', the words are, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with'," Duo said.
"I've never heard that song," Trowa said, "but the lyrics sound like good advice."
"But you know, I found out something tonight . . ." Duo began to say.
"What?" Trowa interrupted.
" I do love the one I'm with," Duo finished.
"I'm glad," Trowa answered, "because I do too."
End
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