31 Jan 2001
Category: PWP, Lemon, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x1
Warnings: If you don't like yaoi lemon, don't read. Some language (whoo-whee).
Feedback: C&C
Notes: This is believe it or not a sequel to another PWP lemon I wrote a few weeks ago called Nocturnal Visit. Think of this as Trowa's "revenge" if you will. ^__^ If you hadn't noticed I like my lemons playful. Enjoy!
Key:
'--indicates thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Heero found himself tossing and turning in his bed. 'Trowa should have been back hours ago. Radio reports seem to confirm that his mission was a success so he should be back already. What's the hold up? Why hasn't he contacted us? Contacted me?'
A sigh escaped the supposedly sleeping soldier. 'I can't believe I'm letting him get to me this way.' Heero looked over to the other side of the room where Duo was snoring noisily. 'Well at least the steady snore should lull me to sleep eventually.' Heero's eyes were almost closed when he heard the front door open quietly. Instinctively, he reached for the gun on the night stand and aimed it at the bedroom door.
The door opened slowly to reveal Trowa. If Trowa was surprised by a wide awake Heero Yuy pointing a gun at him, he didn't show it.
"What took you so long?" Heero whispered. He mentally cursed himself for sounding both angry and concerned.
"The mission went without a hitch but Heavyarms developed mechanical problems. I've spent the past three hours trying to find parts that might patch me up until I could return here," Trowa whispered back slowly approaching the bed.
"Why didn't you call? One of us could have come and helped," Heero said, not satisfied with the answer to his previous question.
"I didn't know if you were going to be called to a mission. I figured I could fix the problem on my own," Trowa shrugged as he now kneeled by Heero's bed.
"And did you fix the problem?"
"For the moment," Trowa murmured as he leaned in to give Heero a soft kiss.
With the kiss, Heero felt his anger slowly melting away. "I'm glad you're back in one piece," he whispered across Trowa's lips before claiming them. "Let's go to your room."
Trowa quietly laughed. "Remember? I'm rooming with Wufei and Quatre and they are the lightest sleepers in the world. What's wrong with right here?"
Duo's snore got louder. Heero glared across the room then returned his gaze to Trowa. "That's why. Well, how about the living room?"
Trowa kissed Heero. "Come on, Heero. Duo sleeps the sleep of the dead, unless he's having nightmares." The taller boy let his hand trace a fine pattern across Heero's chest before finding its way under Heero's undershirt to feel the silky skin beneath.
Heero bit back a moan. "No fair, Trowa." However rather than move his body away from the light touch, he pressed his body into it. Heero's hand slid off the bed to caress Trowa's hip through his jeans.
"Heero, didn't you know life isn't fair?" Trowa asked innocently as his hand moved from Heero's chest to lightly tease the growing hardness beneath his boxers.
Heero gasped as quietly as he could, while his hips rose to meet the teasing touch. "Let's finish this somewhere else."
Trowa kissed Heero pulling his off the bed to lie atop of him on the floor. "Let me think about it? Hmm. No. I like this just fine."
Now that Heero didn't feel like Duo could see them, he pulled Trowa's hands above his head and began a barrage of sweet kisses and tiny nips along Trowa's earlobe, jawline and neck. Trowa enjoyed the attention, they hadn't been together in weeks, too many assignments and lousy sleeping arrangements. No one wanted to room with Duo because of the snoring. But he had something else in mind. With a quick acrobatic turn, he had flipped Heero on his back with himself on top.
"Not letting you get off that easy. Remember the last time?" Trowa said silkily.
Heero's mind wasn't exactly in the mood to be playing remember when. But it did occur to him what Trowa was talking about. He had tied Trowa down and had his way with him. "You didn't seem to mind very much at the time," Heero said with a smirk.
"I didn't. But if we're trading kinks, tonight it's my turn," Trowa stated huskily. "Are you game?"
To Heero that was like asking 'is the sky blue?' "Sure, whatever you want." Reaching up for another kiss.
A deep kiss was returned. "Really? Okay. Let me help you with those boxers," he said slowly removing them and happily stroking the beautiful flesh revealed from underneath. "On your knees and face the bed."
Heero turned around and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He could feel Trowa's gentle, callused hands roaming over his body. It was almost like a massage, it served to relax and inflame Heero all at the same time. Those hands pulled on his shoulders forcing him to sit up and lean back into the rough texture of Trowa's jeans.
Trowa gently kissed his neck and began stroking Heero's rock hard erection. Trowa whispered, releasing warm breath into Heero's ear, "Your mission is to be as quiet as possible while I take you. Waking Duo over there will be a failure of your mission. Do you think you can do it?"
"Hn, I can do that," Heero snorted.
"Even when I do this?" Trowa asked before bearing down to nibble at the juncture of neck and shoulder as he lazily raised his hips so his cloth covered arousal could rub between Heero's cheeks.
"Nnnn," Heero nearly groaned loudly. He quickly bit down on his bottom lip to prevent crying out.
Duo stirred for a second but continued to snore across the room.
"I know ... no fair," Trowa smiled. He loosened his hold on Heero so he could remove his jeans and sweater. Heero had grabbed his pillow and was clutching it tightly. He was in a kneeling position with his bed in front of him. He could hear Trowa stripping behind him and wanted to help, but this was Trowa's game.
Heero found his head resting on the pillow on the bed. Trowa rained kisses down Heero's back steadily moving down. Heero allowed himself a soft sigh. Soon Trowa was kneading and kissing Heero's firm buttocks. His hands sometimes glancing over Heero's erection eliciting a soft hiss. Finally, Trowa's hand grasping the hot throbbing heat between Heero's legs and began to stroke in a firm, steady rhythm.
Heero didn't cry out like he wanted to. He was trying to get his breathing under control as he felt a slick finger tease his entrance. Trowa's other hand moved away from the arousal to play with the Japanese boy's nipples, pinching and caressing. Heero turned his head to bury it in the pillow to keep the noise down. Other times he'd tilt his head back to beg for a kiss that Trowa readily gave him. It became increasingly difficult to not cry out when Trowa's fingers began to hit his pleasure center repeatedly.
When Heero hissed out a response of "Onegai," Trowa relented in his machinations long enough to quickly cover his erection with the lubricant he had brought with him to plunge into Heero's heat.
Now it was Trowa's turn to suppress a cry. Heero's hands reaching around to grasp at his hips didn't help him stay any quieter. Thus he slowly rocked his hips into Heero. Heero responded in kind with a periodic death clutch of one on the pillow he had been using as a sound shield. The other hand had a death clutch on Trowa's hip. Trowa was enjoying taking Heero at this slow pace. He listened to his love's quiet moans and listened for any indication that Duo might no longer be asleep. The warm tight heat of Heero's began to get the better of him. Trowa's pace began to pick up and the noises in the room seemed to consist of the slapping of skin and Duo's snores.
So in tune with each other they forgot anyone else was in the room as their moans started to get a little louder. Trowa reached down to stroke Heero's dripping hardness in time to their coupling. Heero surrendered to the stimulus inside and out with a shuddering moan that was punctuated with a quiet "fuck" as his release splattered against the side of the bed.
Trowa attempted to hold out for longer until he could no longer take the rhythmic clamping down of Heero's muscles on him. He groaned and whispered a harsh "Heero!" before slipping over the precipice and filling his lover with his essence. Trowa pulled out and collapsed on top of his lover.
Both trying to catch their breath, they tried not to laugh as they realized Duo still was asleep. Heero stared at Trowa briefly, "I didn't know you liked to have an audience even if they are asleep."
Trowa shrugged. "Well, I am a circus performer."
"Let's grab a quick shower," Heero laughed quietly, as he took his discarded boxers to wipe his seed from the side of the bed.
"Okay," Trowa said as he quickly gathering his own clothes, kissed Heero and took his hand to lead him out of the room.
"You realize I have to find something to top this," Heero said as they left the room.
"I realize. And look forward to it," Trowa chuckled quietly as he closed the door.
"God I thought they'd never leave," Duo quietly groaned to himself as his hand wandered down to his troubling erection. 'But it certainly was interesting, even if I couldn't see much. I must remember to room with Heero in the future. Or better yet room with the both of them!' he thought as his hips jerked in rhythm to his insistent tugging. 'And they call me the hentai one!'
OWARI
(:./babaca/nocturnal2)
