09-Aug-2005
Title: Crossed Wires 3/3
Author: Sol 1056
Rating: MA
Pairings: 3+4, 5+R, and 1+2, with caveats...
Warnings: Angst, but mild. I hope.
Notes: This is for Merith and Klingpoo, both of whom work too hard and need their happy endings, but in short packages so finding the time to read a story isn't an impossible task.
Last part. Total word count is... well, more than I expected. Stupid characters. Yammering.
Duo pulled his bike into the underground basement and turned off the ignition; he had to adjust his jeans before he could get up. He grinned to himself and locked the front wheel before throwing his jacket over his shoulder and climbing the stairs to his apartment.
He'd formed a new list in his head, a running guide that had started as tasks to be done but had become--somewhere along the way--a rather pleasurable pursuit. And he was meeting lots of people, completely disproving his original theory that meeting guys had to be damn hard for someone who wasn't born gorgeous like his apartment-mate.
So far, he'd kissed three guys. It had been strange at first, with his mind calculating the difference between a man versus a woman, and the five o'clock shadow was annoying, but otherwise it was just a kiss. Feeling someone's erection against his hip threw him for a loop the first time, but that guy was cool with Duo's sudden flinch, and they laughed about it later over coffee. He didn't really click with Mike on so many other levels, but he'd started making a habit of meeting up with Mike after work on Mondays at the gym, and Mike had proven to be a good ear for Duo's continued search. Mike called it an Exploration; Duo could hear the capital letters.
Yeah, well, now he'd explored down the front of someone's jeans. He'd fully expected to leap out of his skin and backpedal furiously--grabbing some other guy's dick was a bit unnerving--but after a bit he realized it was just another body part. The problem wasn't that he was jerking off another guy. The problem was that the guy had reeked of garlic, thanks to their dinner's pizza being laden with about three pounds. Duo tested his own breath. Yeah, he wasn't much better off.
This being-attracted-to-guys thing wasn't that hard; Duo snorted at the unintended pun. The problem was that as the weeks passed, he realized the danger in it. Maybe Heero had considered Duo safe, but Duo couldn't say the same for Heero any more.
Now, instead, he found himself skittish around Heero, trying to read Heero as if he were a new mathematical syntax, finding meanings where before he'd only seen the consistency of a friend. Where Heero looked when he paused in typing, the way he rubbed his head while half-asleep and waiting for the coffee to perk. How his fingers lingered across the edge of a plate when he set it down before Duo at dinner, the catch in his voice when he'd answer the phone or the lack of such hints upon answering other calls.
Everything was a puzzle, and Duo once again had to acknowledge that the physical was okay, but there was something else far scarier under it all. It was Heero. Now he had some basic experience to go on--though he imagined he'd probably moved far faster in his research than any self-respecting gay man would've wanted--but it was one thing to try something with a near-stranger, and another thing to consider doing it with Heero.
Duo slipped into the dark apartment, setting his stuff by the door and tip-toeing to his room. No light was on, so either Heero was out or he'd not thought to leave the light on by the door. Duo closed the bedroom door behind him, noted it was after midnight, and contemplated the madness of an eight a.m. meeting that would come far too soon. Undressing, he crawled under the covers and lay back to watch car headlights against his window.
It had taken almost an hour of Quatre grilling him--with Trowa silently watching, smirking--before Duo had finally admitted, reluctantly, what he'd begun. What he hadn't said was why.
Duo prided himself on being able to please his lovers. Hilde might've had major issues with his refusal to move off-planet, but she'd never complained about him in bed. And none of the women he'd dated since had ever sent him away without wanting second helpings. He didn't boast about it, and rarely considered such skills outside the bedroom, but it was a big part of how he saw himself with someone else.
And that meant that if he were to offer anything more than friendship to Heero, he wasn't going to make a fool of himself. Deeper than that, though, was the fear that if he couldn't go through with it, he'd hurt Heero far more than Heero'd be hurt if they just stayed friends and Heero never knew. It was one thing to recoil in sudden horror at being reminded his partner was a man, and that was a cock tight in someone else's jeans, being pressed up against his hip--but if he'd recoiled in horror like that from Heero... No. He couldn't do that to his friend.
Maybe Quatre understood that, in the way he seemed to have when it came any of the pilots. Maybe that was why when Trowa had shifted in his chair, opening his mouth to say something about Duo's personal agenda, that Quatre had quieted Trowa with a single warning glance. Quatre might not like it, but at least he understood that Duo wasn't acting out of a wish to play the field, like Trowa had probably been about to say. Duo didn't know that for certain, but that was the accusation he would've leveled at Trowa, so he figured that was what he had coming right back at him.
Of course, the most significant problem was that Heero was in a relationship. Duo was willing to bide his time, and keep an eye on his friend; if Heero ended up happy, then maybe it was just a sign that their timing was off, they'd gotten their wires crossed one too many times, and it just wasn't to be. Thomas had seemed like a cool guy, and maybe it was just Heero's way to never bring a guy back to their apartment, despite Duo's encouragement. At least Heero had calmed down on Thomas, Thomas, Thomas, only mentioning him every now and then when Duo bugged him to talk about how things were going.
Actually, Heero had been acting a bit down, but reviews were coming up in Heero's division, and that always put a lot of stress on Heero. He was great with the technical stuff, but the personal interaction of interviewing employees and grading them wore on him heavily. But Heero hadn't said much, so Duo figured Thomas might be the unlucky bastard bearing the brunt of Heero's distress about how to phrase things, how to express himself diplomatically but firmly.
Besides... Duo rolled over in bed, and cradled his pillow close. Besides, he'd struck up a friendship with someone, himself, and as much as it probably sounded a bit mercenary, if it didn't work out with Heero--that was, if Heero worked out with Thomas--Duo was rather intrigued with his e-penpal. The guy was witty, sharp, and talkative. They hadn't met yet; neither seemed willing to hurry the first meeting. The guy had made a few comments that made Duo suspect he was a fellow Preventer, which had caused Duo to spend a few eagle-eyed days wandering the corridors of headquarters staring at every man he saw who was anywhere from an inch to four inches shorter, but none seemed nearly as gregarious as his anonymous friend.
The front door opened and closed, and Duo realized Heero had been out, as well. He grinned into the darkness. Heero's footsteps were light, and quick, which meant he was in a good mood, not worn down from exhaustion. Thomas wasn't such a bad guy. Maybe Duo missed being the center of Heero's world, but it wasn't really like their friendship had ended; it had simply changed, if not precisely for the better in Duo's terms.
And if Thomas ever screwed up, Duo reasoned, Heero would turn around and find Duo waiting... at least for a little while longer. He wasn't an idiot; he wouldn't hang around forever on something hopeless, but he could invest a bit more time, to make sure of the lay of the land. Duo closed his eyes and thought of Heero in the shower, and drifted off to sleep, smiling to himself. There might still be hope, after all; Heero had yet to get a place with Thomas. Duo consoled himself with that knowledge, and the awareness he had a backup plan if need be, and drifted off to sleep with visions of Heero's cock against the palm of his hand.
Maybe it was just karmic justice. Heero had spent a year dreaming of Duo with no hope of anything happening. Maybe it was just Duo's turn to feel the same.
Heero nodded to the bartender as the woman put a beer and a chilled glass in front of him. Smoothing down the frost with a fingertip, he poured the beer into the glass, waiting as the foamy head subsided. He doubted whether having a drink was such a good idea, with his stomach in complete knots.
Five minutes to six. He was five minutes early. Nervously he glanced around the bar; happy hour had begun and the place was filling up. So much for his friend's description: wearing a suit and tie. Apparently the service had matched him with someone completely ignorant of the fact that this bar was frequented by corporate types after work. Heero sighed and glanced over the crowd, hoping that someone would step forward with a friendly smile.
Was it the guy with brown hair in the corner? Receding hairline, Heero noted, a bit critically. The man with the curly brown hair was attractive, until he leaned over and kissed the woman next to him, a bit more passionately than might've been expected at six in the evening. Barely enough time for more than a single drink, and already acting inappropriately.
Heero stared at his beer again. At least he'd given a good description of himself. On the short side, with dark hair, and wearing a Preventer's jacket...
Oh, shit.
He put a hand to his shoulder, uncertain, then checked the bar stool under him. Shit! He'd left the office in such a hurry after the last meeting that he'd left without his jacket. He could see it, hanging over the back of his chair; he'd not thought twice, given the warmth of the evening, but had headed straight for the bar. Oh, shit. Now how would the guy find him? Heero sipped his beer, trying to calm his nerves, and swore at himself. Great, he'd not even met the guy in person and already he was screwing up.
No, maybe it wasn't such a major thing. They'd probably laugh about it later, over email. If there was anything he'd learned about his friend, it was that the guy thought about things a lot more than most people. He considered Heero's words carefully. And he had so many interests, that they'd taken to challenging each other on a new topic each week, to the point that meeting in person had become almost secondary to their emails.
Heero now had a massive collection of books on CD that he listened to while walking to and from work, just so he could keep up with his friend's conversations. They'd debated economics, technology, religion, philosophy, biology, sexuality. The best, so far, had been when Heero had the bright idea to challenge his friend to prove the world was round, using only reason and what could be seen around him.
Yes, he definitely wanted to meet this guy in person, and who cared if the guy was mostly balding and the 'brown hair' referred to just a little bit over his ears. That guy over at the end of the bar who kept glancing Heero's way, maybe that was him. Heero swallowed hard, and tried to catch the bartender's attention. He'd send a drink down to the guy, and see what happened. It wasn't that big a deal; people did it in the movies all the time.
Oh, hell. He couldn't do it. He'd just have to email when he got home, apologizing for the confusion, and hope he'd not ruined everything--
"Hey, Marcie, the usu--Heero!"
A hand landed on Heero's shoulder, and Duo was leaning over him, peering down at his face. Heero blinked, and fought the urge to shrink backwards. Oh, great. What if his friend walked in, saw them together, and assumed Heero wasn't Heero?
"Whatcha doing here? Thought your meeting was gonna run late," Duo said, accepting some dark colony beer from the bartender. He loosened his tie, and looked around at the gathering corporate types. "What the hell, they let all the monkey suits out at once? Place looks like a tailor's convention."
"It's happy hour, Duo." Heero snorted, relaxing a little. Duo had settled down just enough of a distance that they didn't look like more than casual friends. He had a sinking feeling his friend wasn't going to show up, and he certainly wasn't going to get up the nerve to send a drink down to the end of the bar to that guy still glancing his way every now and then, but he'd just have to write it off and remember next time not to dash out of his office without his one tell-tale identifier. "Meeting got out early."
"Amazing." Duo whistled, grinning widely. "New world order?"
Heero shrugged, then frowned as he realized. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd stop in and get a drink. Decompress after a day of dealing with lawyers." Duo laughed. "That Brussels case is a living nightmare. Every two-bit lawyer in a hundred mile radius has been put on the case, and we're drowning in paperwork."
"You wanted to take down corruption," Heero reminded him. "If you'd been smart and taken that job in research and development--"
"I'd be wearing a lab coat and dying of boredom." Duo waved off his comments, but his gaze darted back and forth across the bar, as if he were waiting for someone.
Heero couldn't help but glance around. "See someone you know?"
"Not yet." Duo's grin was fierce, but strained; Heero wondered why. "Just... thought I saw someone I knew. But I didn't. So. I'd have expected you to be waiting at home for Thomas to call. How's things? Sorry I've been so busy these past few weeks--"
"Things aren't," Heero said abruptly. "Actually, Thomas and I broke up last month."
"You... " Duo lowered his glass, his eyes wide and startled. "What? When? What happened?"
Heero flinched. This was why he'd not wanted to tell Duo; he'd seemed to like Thomas so much, and got along with him so well, and Heero's own idiotic inability to take that last step into a real relationship. He'd had a good thing going and screwed it up.
"So... why didn't you just tell me?" Duo's voice had gotten softer, and he played with the label on his beer rather than look at Heero. He seemed bothered by something, lines tight around the edge of his mouth, but not annoyed. Disappointed, maybe, or frustrated. It wasn't clear; Duo could be damn hard to read, sometimes.
"I... " Heero stalled with another sip of his beer. "Just... you liked him. And I... " He couldn't find the words.
"Didn't want me to think you were a failure at relationships?" Duo asked gently, but it still hurt to hear the words out loud. Heero found himself relaxing, though; at least he hadn't had to say it. That would've hurt worse. Duo sighed, and nudged him with an elbow. "You're not. I'd never think that. I'd be far more likely to think Thomas was a piece of shit for passing up such a good thing."
Heero blinked, not sure how to take that. Instead, he had another sip of beer, and realized he'd somehow almost finished his drink. Confused and a bit thrown by Duo's words--and finding the knots in his stomach were worse, not better--he waved to the bartender for another drink.
"Cause, y'know, you're a good-looking guy." Duo chuckled, glancing across the crowd. "I bet there's not man, woman or beast in this place that wouldn't jump for a chance to be seen with you."
"Uh." Heero knew he had to be blushing; he covered by drinking his fresh beer as if dying of thirst. Perhaps when he set it down, Duo would've stopped being so un-Duo, and go back to jesting with him about work like normal. Or about what he'd been building. That's what they always talked about, not whether or not Heero was attractive, let alone whether Duo thought Heero was attractive.
"You okay?" Duo eyed Heero's glass with a slight frown. "Work got you stressed?"
"Not really." Heero took another long gulp of beer. Duo still hadn't gone back to being Duo. Heero sighed, figuring the beer wasn't going to help, and set it down on the bar top. "Work's fine. Nguyen's been writing up the review drafts for me, so this year didn't turn out nearly as bad as I expected."
"Damn. Cindy won't touch those unless I get down on one knee and promise her three weeks' vacation and to take her eldest child off her hands." Duo pretended to sulk. "Can we trade assistants?"
Heero grunted, letting that single sound do all the talking for him.
"Yeah, yeah." Duo laughed, punching Heero in the shoulder. "So. Just blowing off non-existent steam, eh."
"Actually... " Heero took a deep breath. "I'm meeting someone here."
"Really?" Duo looked around, curious, then stared at Heero, his brows lowered; he didn't seem angry, just assessing. "So where's this someone?"
"Don't know. Late, maybe." Heero felt like an idiot enough as it was; if he admitted he'd forgotten the one piece of clothing that'd identify him, he knew Duo would tease him about it for at least a month. "You?"
"Uh... " Duo's lips twisted into a smile, then he grinned outright and shrank down, as if embarrassed. "Same. It's really the only bar near work, y'know." He looked down the bar at the other patrons lined up; some seemed to have come with friends, but just as many sat, drinking alone, their heads coming up at each new entry through the door. "Looks like we're maybe not the only ones."
"I guess not."
"One of those your friend?" Duo nodded his head down the bar.
"No." Heero figured that was safe; if he found out later he was wrong, he'd deal with an explanation then. "Just... someone I know through Relena." That was close enough. She'd set him up on this entire ridiculous venture, after all. Heero glanced over at Duo. "You?"
"Me? Oh. Uh, it's... one of Quatre's friends. Just get along really well." Duo seemed abruptly glum, but then he shrugged and the moment was past. "So this is someone else Relena set you up with, maybe?"
Heero knew his face had to be hot, but he scowled to undo the impression of blushing. "Not exactly."
"How exactly?"
"Maybe, a little." Heero took another sip of beer, letting the raised glass block Duo from staring at him with a puzzled expression. He lowered the glass, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "So any sign of your... friend?"
"Nope." Duo looked around again, then grinned. "I guess we missed each other. Shit happens, y'know."
"Yeah." Heero could feel the slight buzzing in his ears that mean he'd reached the first stages of tipsiness, and it was for that reason alone that he raised his glass as if to toast. "To shit," he announced, waiting for a startled Duo to clink glasses with him. Heero drank down the rest of the beer, setting the glass down on the bartop with a thud.
"Hey, Heero," came Duo's oddly tentative voice, "you sure you should--"
But Heero was already waving for a third beer, flicking an annoyed glance at Duo. "I'm thirsty."
"Right." Duo settled down, waiting until Heero had his hands around the third glass of beer, and only then did Duo muster a smile. "Well, guess I've been stood up, at least."
"Stood up?" Heero blinked, surprised again. "Who would stand you up?"
"Some guy, apparently."
Heero had to take a second to parse that out, and then he realized exactly what gender Duo had used. "Wait... you're meeting... this friend?"
"Yeah. Sort of a blind date, I guess you'd say."
"Oh." Heero felt like an absolute fool.
He drank down his beer, and wished he'd ordered tequila instead. Like, an entire bottle. Or two. What an idiot he'd been! While he'd kept Duo in the dark about Thomas for some reason that didn't entirely make sense after three beers--but had seemed logical at the time, he was certain--Duo had been dating men? What? When had this started? Why? Why hadn't anyone told him? He would've stripped off his clothes, marched into Duo's bedroom and laid himself right out, willing to wait naked until Duo came home from work if necessary, wait three days and three nights without food, water, or 'net access, even, and if that wasn't a sacrifice to prove himself, he couldn't think of a better--he realized Duo was talking, and dragged his attention away from berating himself and back to his best friend.
" ...Cool guy, and we talk about all sorts of things. I guess I was really starting to like him, but if he's not even decent enough to show up for a drink, I don't know what to think."
"Could be just confusion in time or place, or maybe he got caught up in something," Heero heard himself saying, mouth moving automatically.
"Maybe." Duo grimaced. "Well, I'm not gonna sit around all night and pay outrageous amounts of money for a tab when I've got perfectly good beer at home. You coming?"
Anytime, Heero wanted to say, but managed to hold the word in. He nodded, gulped down the last of his beer, and slapped money on the bar top, picking up his laptop case and following Duo from the bar.
Outside the late spring air was still warm, and the two friends walked in silence for a block or two, while Heero's mind churned around this new piece of information Duo had so nonchalantly dropped in his lap. He watched his feet move, and dimly registered the world seemed to spin in the corner of his vision. He was reaching drunken state, pleasant, but a bit distressing. But it might also form a good excuse, too...
"So... you've been dating guys." Heero stared down at his own mouth, trying to figure out how he'd managed to blurt that out.
"Mm-hmm," Duo replied.
Thanks, Heero wanted to snap. He wasn't sure whether that was a noncommittal sound meaning "only this one and I'm completely uncertain about the whole idea" or "oh, I've dated around for a while and you're the only one who was in the dark the whole time" ...Duo could be so hard to read, sometimes.
"So... " Duo's question trailed off into a mumble. Either Heero was drunker than he'd thought and his hearing was going bad, or Duo was as drunk as he on only one drink.
"So what?" Heero paused at the corner, waiting for the light, and leaned against the nearest light pole. Convenient. Duo smiled, and put his arm around Heero's shoulders, bringing him back upright. He inhaled the scent of sweat and peppermint that hung around Duo, with a faint hint of beer on Duo's breath.
"You definitely had too much to drink, buddy." Duo steered him into the street and across to the other side; his grin showed a bit too much teeth. "Eh, don't look like that, Heero. Everyone does it every now and then."
Heero grunted, then dug in his heels. It was now-or-never; if Duo met up with that friend of his tomorrow and they hit it off, Heero might never get a chance, and he really rather liked the idea of stripping down and waiting in Duo's bed for him, as long as there was the remotest chance Duo would discover him there.
"Heero?" Duo paused, then tugged at him, trying to draw him forward. "Another block. Not home yet. How much did you drink before I--"
"Duo, shut up." Heero closed his eyes, and gripped his laptop strap tightly. If he didn't, he might fall off the world. "I need to tell you something."
"Okay."
Duo's hand slipped from around Heero's shoulders, but Heero refused to open his eyes. He couldn't do this with his eyes open, and not just because the world was spinning. He took a deep breath. "Do you... " No, that sounded like an idiotic thing to say. Don't start by asking if someone thinks you're good-looking. Heero revised, mid-stream, and tried again. "Could you... " No, no, don't ask if there's any chance he could like you. He already likes you, so that would be ambiguous at best. "Would you... " No, out of the question to jump right in and ask to be kissed, damn it. Heero swore at himself under his breath. He couldn't always come up with the right thing to say when sober; how could he possibly do it when drunk? "D--mmff--"
For a split second, he wondered why Duo had put a hand over his mouth. But vaguely he realized Duo's hand had to be just a bit wet, then, or maybe that was a finger--but there was a hand on his hip, and another one at his neck; a thumb brushed his collarbone and Heero's eyes flew open to see Duo's face only inches from his.
"Wa--Mmff--"
Heero tried again, and Duo smiled, Heero could feel Duo's lips curving against his, but he'd already opened his mouth to speak and Duo took full advantage of it, tongue running along Heero's lips to dip into his mouth. And Duo's thumb continued to brush against Heero's collarbone in a most distracting manner, and Duo tasted of beer and mint and something sweet but hot and altogether too intoxicating.
But then Duo was pulling away, and Heero leaned forward, reluctant to let it end. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Duo staring at him thoughtfully. Heero blinked, and glanced away, uncertain.
"Was that wrong, Heero?" Duo's voice sounded much younger than it had in years, pitched a little higher; he was panting softly. "I wasn't sure, but I thought that's what--"
"I don't know." Heero shook his head, curtly, when Duo's expression started to fall. "I mean, I... " He frowned, and stared at Duo's lips. "I don't know. Do it again."
"Hunh?"
"More." Heero latched onto that word, despite the world spinning around him. He could feel the length of Duo's body against him, faintly through the alcohol's fuzziness, and he was more than ready to fall forward. Or just fall. "More," he repeated, stubbornly.
Duo chuckled, and the next thing Heero knew, lips brushed his, tantalizing but not nearly as much as he wanted. He heard someone whimper in complaint, and he opened his mouth, seeking blindly, but Duo chuckled again, then hot breath played against his ear.
"Maybe... we should take this home," Duo whispered.
"Home." Heero rolled that idea around in his head, watching it scatter through his thoughts like a gunshot into a domino setup, and nodded. "More. Home. Now."
"Right." Duo steadied him, and laughed as they began walking forward. "Gotta open your eyes, Heero."
"Shut up." Heero held on, cursing the impulse to drink so much.
"If you're drunk," came another whisper, across his ear, "you'll throw up, and I'm not kissing a mouth of puke."
Heero growled, and opened his eyes. Shoving away from Duo, he grabbed ahold of his laptop case and took off. "I'm not drunk," he yelled over his shoulder.
"Hey!" Duo took off a second later, tie flying over his shoulder as he caught up. "Slow, too slow, Yuy," he called, passing Heero with a grin.
"Asshole," Heero growled, and put on a burst of speed.
They came around the corner, slamming into each other in a tumble of arms and legs, keeping their balance only by clawing at each other rather than spin out. Duo tugged on Heero's laptop, throwing himself into the front, and Heero snarled at the dirty play. He caught ahold of Duo's braid, yanked sharply, and passed Duo with a laugh when Duo stumbled. Side by side they pelted down the last half of the block, elbowing each other sharply to get through the front door, and shoved at each other all the way up the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. At the front door both had their keys out, and wrestled for a few seconds until Heero got his key in the lock, but Duo was the one who turned the knob and pushed into the apartment first. He stepped across the threshold, his grin wide.
"I won!" He announced, arms out. "What do I get as a prize?"
Heero kicked the door closed, feeling the world tumble and scatter around him until it came to a halt when he dropped his laptop case unceremoniously onto the floor. Ripping off his shirt, he dropped that as well, then undid his pants and toed off his boots while Duo stared at him, arms still wide, but mouth open. Heero stepped away from the pile of clothes, completely naked, and replied, "me."
"Uh." Duo didn't move; he looked like he was about to pass out. "Uh," he said again.
"Uh," Heero echoed, gut twisting. He shifted, suddenly inspired to cover himself with his hands even though he hadn't been that body-shy since he was a small boy. Had he read wrong? So maybe trying to explain that he wanted a chance at Duo, too, was a good idea but maybe saying it after three chugged beers wasn't so smart--
"Damn," Duo whispered, and then he raised a hand, running a finger down Heero's chest. He circled one nipple with a finger, then grinned suddenly, backing away. Almost as quickly as Heero had, Duo stripped down, scattering clothes around him. He looked left, then right, then dashed for his bedroom, yelling, "last one to the bed is a rotten egg!"
Heero gaped, but didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward, grabbing Duo's braid. "Hey!" Duo elbowed him, and the two grappled, until as one tussling, kissing, biting body they crossed the threshold of Duo's room, the last ten feet, and onto the bed.
"Got you," Duo growled, rolling Heero over onto his back. Duo was a writhing, moving creature, hands snaking up and down Heero's body, tongue nipping and licking as Heero thrust upwards, cock sliding along Duo's thigh.
"Got me," Heero agreed, moaning when Duo's mouth latched onto his chest. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, then closed them again; it was too much. It felt like Duo would eat him alive, and he groaned when Duo's hand closed around his erection. "Shit, shit," he moaned, bucking his hips upwards, and not caring.
Duo chuckled against his skin, and Heero took advantage of the moment to flip Duo over onto his back, straddling him. But for all the words in Heero's head, the only word he could manage was fuck as Duo clasped his cock again, stroking once, twice. Heero dug nails into Duo's chest, plucking at one nipple as he rubbed against Duo, jerking his hips wildly. He felt utterly out of control, and didn't give a damn. He opened his eyes long enough to grin down at Duo, before dropping his full weight onto to Duo, pressing his lips against Duo's. Pushing Duo's mouth open with his tongue, Heero drank his fill of Duo, far drunker but more sober than any beer could make him.
"Wait, wait," Duo panted, against him. "I think we... we need something, right?"
"Yes." Heero latched onto Duo's arm, yanking him back down on the bed. "You. In the bed. Not over there. Here." He pressed Duo into the mattress, working his way down Duo's body, licking and suckling until Duo wriggled beneath him, moaning and chuckling at the same time.
"Tickles, damn it, stop that--"
Heero grinned to himself and opened his mouth to swallow Duo's cock. The complaints abruptly ended, broken off into a long groan. Heero smiled around Duo's cock and began to suck, gently massaging the length with his fingertips, then with the palm of his hand and a bit more force. Above him, Duo began a litany of broken syllables that seemed to consist mostly of calling on various gods, a few cries of fuck me and something that sounded mostly like oh-shit-don't-stop, if a bit unclear.
Just as Duo's hips began to buck uncontrollably, Heero broke away. He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, while Duo stared up at him, eyes glazed.
"If you don't get back to that," Duo snarled. "I will kill you. Or die this instant of blue balls."
Heero snorted. "No one's ever died of blue balls."
"I'll be the first, and it'll be on your head." Duo grabbed Heero by the head, tugging at his hair. "My turn to say more. Now."
"I'd rather be on your head," Heero replied, smirking. Duo's eyes had been too wide, too startled at the unexpected blow job, and Heero realized Duo wasn't nearly as experienced as he'd pretended. But Heero couldn't hold back; he'd dreamed of this for a year. He hesitated, though, just as Duo seemed to register the meaning of his words. Heero stared down at Duo's cock in his hand, and bit his lower lip. "I mean... I want it, but if you're not... "
"Get me a motherfucking condom, now," Duo said. "You. Me. The fucking doorknob. I don't care how you wanna do it. I'll try anything. But I'm not going to be second in your life, and I'm not going to watch you go out with other people and consider me the wallpaper. Fuck me, fuck you, do it, now, just don't fucking stop or I'll--"
Heero gripped Duo's cock a bit tighter, pleased when Duo's words broke off and Duo's eyes rolled back in his head. Stroking a few times, Heero nodded, then got up from the bed. He evaded Duo's instinctive grab, chuckling as he swatted Duo's hand away. Strolling from the room, he closed the door halfway behind him to cover, then bolted for his own bedroom. In the side table, top drawer, where, where, where--Heero emptied the drawer's contents, grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom foil, and dashed back to Duo's bedroom.
He found Duo sitting up, stroking his cock, and looking irritated. "Took you long enough," Duo said, wrinkling his nose. He held out his hand, and Heero crawled onto the bed, stalking forward on all fours with the bottle and packet in his mouth. Duo laughed and snatched them from Heero's mouth, leaning up to press a quick, sloppy-wet kiss on Heero. "So. How do you want to do this?"
"Like this." Heero turned around on all fours, looking over his shoulder at Duo.
He didn't really care about the specifics, although some part of his brain reminded him that he had a bit more experience; Duo's first time--and given Duo's confusion with the next few steps--should be as good as Heero could make it, and that was easier if Duo topped. Duo growled, low in his throat, and caressed Heero's hip. Slow going and the physical need to relax, fight instinct, and let things go took Heero over for a few minutes; he ended up with his face pressed against the bedspread, hands fisting in the blanket, shoving back against Duo's hand. So much for going slow. To hell with that.
"Now," Heero panted, "more, now. Fuck."
"Oh, yeah," Duo laughed, then paper ripped. Duo hissed, and a second later pressed something larger, slicker, and warmer against Heero's ass. "Yeah... " He began to push in, and Heero moaned at the sensation, looking over his shoulder to see Duo staring down at his cock, sliding into Heero. Duo's eyes closed for a second, only to reopen, focusing again on their joining, fascinated.
"Ah," Heero managed, wanting to say so many things but not finding any of the words. All his internal systems had gone haywire, neurons sparking like fireflies on speed, nerve-routes flaming as every muscle tensed and relaxed and sent up beacons down his spine to his cock. Oh, fuck, fuck, he wanted to say, but Duo understood.
"Shit, Heero, I've been dreaming about this," he whispered, and seating himself firmly, he pulled out just a bit, and thrust back in.
Heero registered the words, but was too busy gasping at the feeling in his body. He pushed back against Duo, and Duo chuckled, nails digging into Heero's hips. Then Duo's body covered his, arms against the mattress over Heero's, pinning him down as Duo slammed into him, not holding back when Heero yelled but going faster, harder, deeper each time until Heero could only pant open-mouthed, eyes squeezed tight, hard cock slapping against his belly with each drive of Duo's hips--
A hand on his cock, and Heero came instantly, with a long drawn-out moan. His entire body shuddered, and Duo bit down on his shoulder, pumping hips harder. Heero swayed, trying to keep up, and Duo slammed into him, then pushed even further. Ripples of pleasure streaked through Heero's body, an echoing orgasm at the sensation of Duo's cock deep inside him, and he grinned through his sigh, feeling complete.
Duo's hips thrust four or five more times, slowing, gentling, an irregular pattern as if his body were kicking from random electrical charges. Then he stilled, holding himself over Heero as he kissed Heero's neck, harsh breaths across Heero's skin.
"Dreaming?" Heero managed to find enough breath to ask the one word.
"Yeah. Stop moving."
How the hell did Duo manage three words? Heero elbowed Duo. "You're heavy."
"You're comfy. Stop moving."
"Idiot." Heero shoved upwards, twisting around at the same time and coming down on top of Duo, who now lay on his back. Duo just grinned, and cupped Heero's face, pulling him down for a kiss. When they broke apart, Heero glared. "How long?"
"Hmm. Long enough." Duo looked smug. Then he blinked, and groaned, covering his eyes with a hand. "Shit, now I have to think of some way to tell that guy I won't be meeting him after all."
Heero frowned, repeating Duo's words. "What's the guy's name?"
"Don't know." Duo grinned at Heero's scowl. "Hey, I wasn't going to do the kinky tango with him until after the third or fourth date."
"Don't do it at all." Heero let his weight relax onto Duo, pinning Duo to the mattress.
After a second, Duo worked a hand free to poke Heero in the side. "I can't breathe."
"You can't go anywhere, either."
"Hey. Are we like dating now, or something? Because until then, you can't tell me if I can or can't go anywhere." Duo sounded annoyed, but his lips were curled up at the edges, and he kissed Heero on the forehead, softening the complaint.
"We just fucked." Heero closed his eyes, letting the post-sex sleepiness wash over him. Combined with the last effects of the alcohol, he couldn't help but feel sleepy. "I'd say that's a bit more than just dating."
"Depends." Duo freed one hand to scratch his scalp, and collapsed his head back onto the mattress, his free arm thrown out across the bedspread. "I'm in the wet spot."
"Suffer."
The phone began to ring, in the living room.
"Hey."
Heero grunted.
"Where's your gun?"
"Under my pillow." Heero rubbed his nose against Duo's chest, and wrapped his arm around Duo's waist, holding him tight. "No, you can't have it."
The phone continued to ring. Duo tensed, and Heero tightened his grip.
"No. Stay put."
"I'm going to shoot the answering machine."
"It's the third one in four months."
Relena's voice came over the line, echoing through the apartment. "Duo? Heero? Pick up. How did your blind date go?" She laughed; in the background it sounded like Wufei's tenor chuckle, and Quatre's deeper baritone asking something. Relena giggled, and came back to the phone. "Unless, of course, you twits--and that's Wufei's word, not mine--are stupid enough that you can't even accept the least little bit of help. He's volunteering to come over there and knock heads if necessary--"
"Maxwell! Yuy!" Wufei's voice came over the line, barking with all the fervor of a drill sargeant. "If the two of you are moping because you're too stupid to realize you'd set yourselves up on a blind date and thought you got stood up, get over it now. And if you're not that stupid and have managed to figure things out anyway, you'd better be naked or getting there because I'm not putting up with another evening of my wife and Quatre trying to resolve your love life or lack thereof."
There was a slight pause, then the click of the machine disconnecting, and Duo sighed.
"Get my gun," Heero muttered. "I'll get the ammunition."
"Right." Duo sat up, and Heero rolled off him. "We're going to kill him slowly, or extra-slowly?"
"Dispatch Wufei instantly," Heero replied, stretching. "Relena and Quatre--"
He didn't get much further; he was too busy processing that Duo had just grabbed his cock and deep-throated, even though Heero was soft, but that situation was changing rapidly. He gasped, hands falling to Duo's shoulders, rocking against Duo. He glared down at Duo's bright blue eyes, watching him through the tangled mess of Duo's bangs.
"I thought," Heero choked out, whimpering when Duo pulled away from his cock.
"We can threaten them suitably later," Duo said, and stood up to shove Heero backwards onto the bed. "In the meantime, you're not going anywhere."
Heero grinned up at the ceiling, then managed a lazy salute. This was definitely going on the list of reasons it was good to be a grown-up. "Mission accepted," he told Duo.
"Idiot," Duo said, laughing.
The End
(:./sol/crossed3)
