27-Apr-2005
Title: Touch - 1/1
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Gundam Wing - Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1+2/2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Duo POV, Language (Duo does seem to like the F-word), Lemon, and PWP-ish (Believe it or not)
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Disclaimer: I don´t own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Note: This is just a little PWP-ish 2x1 ficcy I wrote... enjoy!
I leaned against the doorjamb to Heero's bedroom, watching him throw his jacket on the computer chair. He'd been fidgety all night, and I wasn't going to go to bed until I found out why. We'd spent the evening at the local bar and grill, shooting pool and just hanging out after a busy week at the yard, but Heero had been tense - downright jumpy, actually. Every time I'd touched his shoulder to let him know it was his turn to shoot, he'd jerked away, covering it up by accusing me of being in stealth mode and scaring the shit out of him. It was an excuse that I hadn't bought for one minute, and his current wary expression upon seeing me in his door only confirmed my suspicions.
"Any reason why you're still standing there when you said earlier that you were dead on your feet?" He asked.
I gave him a considering look. "Just want to know what the hell your problem is before going beddy-bye, that's all."
Heero's face flushed and he turned around to grab a pair of pajama bottoms out of his drawer. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."
I snorted. "Come on, Heero. You might be able to hide things from everyone else, but we've been friends for years, and I know you better than anyone. Something's wrong, and from the way you're acting, it involves me. Did I do something to piss you off? Or maybe hurt your feelings? You can be honest with me, man."
He hesitated before facing me again, but when he did, his eyes spoke of desperation. One moment, he was staring at me, seeming to search for something I didn't know how to give to him; the next, he was pulling me into the room, pushing me against the wall, and pressing his body to mine, all before I even realized that he was kissing me.
Heero was kissing me. Heero. The man who had been my comrade during the wars, my housemate since after the whole Mariemaia thing, and my partner and co-owner of the yard after Hilde got married and moved away last year. What had prompted this? Had I indicated that I'd be interested in him as a lover? Had I made him think that I'd be an easy lay? I mentally smacked myself. No. I knew better than that. Heero respected me. He wouldn't do this unless he meant it, and from the passionate way he was claiming my lips, his emotions were strong.
He pulled away for a moment - caressing my cheek and looking at me with so much need - and then began kissing me again. I was too stunned to stop him. Besides, I hadn't been with anyone in months, and it felt damn good. His other hand slid around my waist, holding me against him, and I could feel the muscles of his arms flexing. His body moved against mine, the evidence of his arousal rubbing my thigh through his jeans. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching my accelerated pulse. The hand on my cheek slid to bury fingers in the base of my braid, and I moaned, unable to help myself. My hair is one of my weaknesses, and Heero obviously knew it. My hands went to his shoulders, but I didn't push him away. I leaned into the kiss, wanting it - needing it.
"I'm sorry," he breathed when our mouths parted for a moment. "You have to believe me." He flicked his tongue over my lips. "I never meant to feel this way, but I can't stop." My gasp at his hand sliding under my shirt allowed him to deepen the kiss, our tongues meeting, because I could not fight against the overwhelming desire to let him do whatever he wanted as long as it felt this good. "I've tried," he went on, nuzzling my cheek. "You don't know how hard I've tried." He resumed tangling our tongues and then moaned out, "But once I realized that I wanted you, that I needed you... " His hips rocked against me. "I couldn't... I can't stop thinking about you... wanting you... and when you touch me, I... " He pulled away and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Duo. I know you don't feel the same way, and I'll understand if you want me to move out, but I'm offering more than sex, and I have to know if there's a chance... "
How do you react to your best friend telling you that he wants to sleep with you... and even more? Well, when it's Heero I-can-kiss-you-until-your-pants-are-so-tight-in-the-crotch-you'd-bet-money-they-were-cut-for-a-woman Yuy, there's only one thing to do. I pushed him back enough so I could pull away from the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment and then turned away, shoulders slumping in seeming defeat. I felt something break inside and quickly slid my arms around him, hugging him to me. He tensed then relaxed, resting his head on my shoulder until his hair was tickling my face. I breathed in the scent - a lingering fragrance of fruity shampoo and a hint of the smoke from the bar - and I realized that I wanted that smell to overwhelm me... to fill my senses... to be on my own skin...
I took a step forward, pushing him with my body towards the bed. Once there, he lay down on his back without a word, still not looking at me as I joined him on the mattress. It wasn't until I nudged his knees apart that those eyes flew to my face in shock. I positioned myself between his spread legs, pressing our groins together. My cock was so sensitive, I thought I'd come any moment, and I took a few shuddering breaths. I felt Heero swell again, his own hardness meeting mine within the cloth confines, and I couldn't help but groan. Looking down at the man I'd never thought I'd be with in this position, I knew it was more than hormones. Hell, I'd never even been with another guy before - had never wanted to be - but I cared for Heero, and if he wanted me to fuck him, I'd try it at least once.
What? I'm an open-minded guy, and being a soldier, I've seen men find solace without thoughts to gender. I'm also a Sweeper, and those guys will take their comforts where they can. I'd never been inclined that way, but then again, Heero wasn't just some guy off the street. He'd been with me through some rough times, and if anyone deserved to have the person he wanted at least return the physical pleasure he needed, he did. I didn't love him, but I liked him, and that was as good a place as any to begin. I knew he would agree with that sentiment. Looking down at him, I smiled and rested my body on top of his. His face was a study in anticipation and trepidation.
"So," I began, serious as a mobile suit attack, "do you want me to fuck you? I'm willing to do it, you know."
He blinked at me. "You are?"
I sighed. "Listen, Heero. I've never done guys in the past, but you mean a lot to me, and if this keeps you around, then I'm game. I'm not in a relationship right now... probably won't be in one anytime soon... so if this works for both of us, why not?" I rubbed against him and grinned. "Besides, if the way you kiss is the way you give blow jobs, I am so there."
Heero laughed. It was a relieved sound that made my stomach quiver. All of the unwanted tension left his body as he settled his hands on my hips. "Fuck me, and I'll give you a blow job every morning for as long as you'll let me."
I groaned, unbuttoning my jeans. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse."
It didn't take long to pull off our clothes. This wasn't about seduction, but two nineteen-year-olds wanting to have sex with each other. Yeah, there were some strong emotions driving Heero - and myself if I was honest - but our mutual need overshadowed everything else. Heero told me where the lube was in the nightstand, blushing slightly when he told me that he'd bought it for jerking off to fantasies of me. I could only smile at him. After locating the tube, I kneeled between his spread legs again, the thought of it enough to make me re-evaluate my preferences for good. It felt weird squirting lube onto my fingers and working them into Heero's ass, but when he began thrusting backwards, asking for more in both English and Japanese, I found the awkwardness fade as if it had never been. After successfully inserting two fingers, and Heero cursing at me to 'get on with it', I decided we were as ready as we were going to be. I rubbed lube onto my throbbing cock and pushed Heero's knees back, opening him to me.
Now, I've had some pretty wild sex before, and I'm not exaggerating. I've made some women scream and beg, but I've made all of them come in blinding pleasure. I've licked their clits without any compunction. I've let them get me off with just their tits, coming all over their faces without any shame. Hell, I've even tongue fucked their asses while thrusting my fingers inside of them. Brushing my tip against Heero's convulsing entrance had to be the most intimate and erotic thing I'd ever done. His sharp intake of breath told me that he wanted this more than anything, and as I began to enter him, his muscles clenching around me, I couldn't deny that I wanted it just as much.
It took a while to slide completely into him. Even though I'd stretched him, I wasn't the smallest of guys, and he was tight as a virgin... oh. He probably was a virgin. That thought made me groan, and it was then that Heero took all of me inside. I had to still all motion. I was getting ready to come again, and I refused to do a poor showing, not when I wanted to show him that it could be good with me... that he wasn't wrong in wanting me to... to... he shifted his hips, tightening around me even more, and I lost my train of thought.
"Shit. Shit. Don't move, Heero. Give me a min-... shit!"
"Sorry," he gasped out, his body tensing despite his efforts to relax. "Sorry."
I laughed. "Don't be sorry that you feel so good I'm going to shoot my load before we even get started."
Heero chuckled in reply. "And here I thought experience helped with that."
"Hey, you're so damn tight, anyone would be about to come," I defended my pride.
"If you come now, we can always do it again later," he offered, and when I opened my eyes - I'd closed them to try to keep control - I could see that he was definitely intent upon this being more than just a one-time roll in the hay.
I took a deep breath and pulled out of him. He gasped and I groaned, and we were both very loud and very much in a blissful state of fucking. When I thrust back inside, I must have hit the right spot, because he cried out with more volume than I'd heard from him in all the years I'd known him. He then wrapped his legs around my waist, moving with me and begging for more. Heero begging; it was unexpected and absolutely intoxicating. My pride restored, I set a pace I knew neither of us could keep for long. Heero was calling out my name, telling me all the things that he wanted to do with me - to me - and that was as inflaming as feeling his body grip me and watching his hand pump his own cock almost frantically. It wasn't long before he yelled out a final "Faster!" and came so violently his heels pressed into my back hard enough to leave bruises.
I don't know if it was his voice crying out how much he wanted me as his seed poured over his stomach and his own hand, his muscles tightening around me to an almost vice-like hold that was somehow more fulfilling than anything I'd ever know, or the idea that I was taking the man that I'd always thought was so above the need for such emotional and physical attachments. Maybe it was a combination of those things, or something even more, because I actually screamed when my semen erupted from my cock to fill him inside. I screamed, and honest to goodness, I felt like I was dying. Wave after wave of incredible sensation crashed over me, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on top of Heero, panting like I'd run a marathon and feeling like I'd just won the damn race. I didn't want to move.
"Whether your want to or not, you have to because I'm smothering down here."
Had I said that last thing out loud? I rolled over, utterly spent and completely satisfied. Heero scooted over beside me, turning onto his side and placing his arm over my chest. I sighed. Why hadn't we done this a long time ago?
"Because I didn't think you'd want me like this."
Oh shit... had I said that out loud too? I turned to look at Heero and saw the bastard smiling. Refusing to be embarrassed or outdone, I smirked and replied, "Guess that means you thought wrong, buddy."
He smiled even more. "Never been so glad to proven so wrong before."
I laughed then, watching as his eyes crinkled at the edges with his own mirth. I hadn't noticed that before. Had he always been so damn adorable?
"Yes."
Blinking, I finally decided to stop with the internal monologue if I was just going to blurt shit out anyway. "Um... okay. Glad we've cleared that up."
"Not as adorable as you, though."
I glared at him. "Shinigami is not adorable, Heero Yuy. Ever."
He brushed back my bangs, leaned over, and kissed my forehead, eyes shining. "Always. Sometimes, I can barely keep from pulling on your braid, you're so damn cute." He kissed my nose then, gaining another frown from me.
"You do pull on my braid, you asshole!" I ground out.
He just gave me a familiar innocent look that was just annoying coming from him. "See what I mean?"
I growled, rolling over on top of him again. "Well, I guess I need to show you the darker side of Duo Maxwell."
Heero's expression turned serious then. "I've already seen it, and though it hurts me to see you hurt, I love it as much as I love... "
I kissed him to shut him up. Those words were just too much for me to take at that moment. We could be friends and fuck, but I couldn't think about anything more. Not yet anyway.
When I pulled away, my former Wing pilot said, "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you feel... "
I kissed him to shut him up again. Would this guy never learn to drop a subject? Pulling away for the second time, I glared at him, but my anger melted away at his forlorn look. Sighing, I decided to compromise. "How about we forget the words and just see if we can deal with sleeping together?"
His face brightened. "You mean... in the same bed?"
I grinned. "That is the true test of a relationship, right? I've never been able to find anyone who could put up with my sleeping habits. I thrash all over the bed." I didn't mention the nightmares that usually caused it.
Heero seemed to know anyway. "Oh, I think I have a way to deal with that," he said softly, and that decided it.
We each took a separate trek to the bathroom and then positioned ourselves under the covers. I'd thought it would take me forever to get my mind to shut down, but it wasn't long before I fell asleep, warm and content. The next morning, I was awakened by the lovely feeling of having my cock sucked off. It was incredible, and everything I'd imagined, and I enjoyed it immensely. The only thing was that Heero didn't know I'd woken up long before him... had watched him sleep for a while... had touched his face and hair as my emotions had surfaced stronger than I was willing to acknowledge yet. I'd forced myself back to sleep, but he'd kept his part of the bargain, waking me in a way that I definitely wanted to get used to. He hadn't been kidding about knowing how to deal with my nighttime thrashings either, and I had to admit his technique was effective.
He'd held onto me all night, and his touch had been enough to give even me pleasant dreams.
The End
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