December 11, 2004
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17-ish
Pairings: 1x3/3x1
Warnings: Fluff, sap, lemon
Feedback: C&C
Notes: This is a xmas fic for Alma. It's not a fic about xmas though. Alma wanted a bit of a sensual 1x3, and I hope this comes close. This could be construed as a sequel to maybe Calculated Risk, which can be read at gwaddiction or my website. Happy Holidays.
Apologies if the smut isn't smutty enough. It's been awhile since I've written citrusy things.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
It was rare that the both of them would be home at the same time. Their work schedules had been hectic of late and while they were both Preventers, with the new policy they weren't allowed to be partners anymore.
Heero returned home very tired. Had the apartment been empty, he would have skipped dinner and gone straight to bed. That was until he saw Trowa lying on the small couch with his feet propped on the back of it, book in hand, reading.
Trowa looked up from the book to stare at Heero. He hid a small smile unsuccessfully. "Hello, stranger," he said, "What brings you here. Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
Heero took his shoes off, ignoring the slippers for the moment. "We finished the assignment. Une sent us home."
Trowa's smile got larger. "Good for her. Would you like for me to make dinner?"
Heero acknowledged the smile with a smile of his own. "Were you going to eat any?"
Trowa shrugged. "Not really. You look tired though. Maybe you should rest?"
"Join me?" was supposedly the question out of Heero's mouth. However, it sounded more like a command than a request.
Trowa placed a slip of paper in the book, closing it. "Sure."
The two men walked into the small bedroom. Everything about their apartment was small. They had little need for possessions so there weren't very many.
"Stop," Trowa said.
Heero did. He turned to look at him. "What?"
Trowa moved closer and started to unbutton Heero's shirt. "You don't want to lie down wearing all of this do you?" he asked with a small gleam in his eye.
Heero said nothing as he let Trowa undress him. The shirt and pants were removed with deliberate slowness. Trowa's long fingers caressed skin as he continued to pull of the undershirt as well. Heero was left wearing his boxer briefs and ugly white socks.
"Sit down," Trowa commanded and Heero obeyed. Trowa eased down to sit on the floor in front of Heero. He took one socked foot and pulled it towards him. The slow pull of white knit slid down his foot, leaving it bare. Trowa's fingers began to massage the foot.
Heero moaned. His feet were killing him in the regulation shoes, but he never thought about how painful it was until he felt the gentle touch on his foot easing the pain in them. It was hard to remain seated. He wanted to lie back.
Trowa sensed that. "Lie down," he said, getting up, but not before pulling the sock off the other foot.
Heero scooted back to lie with his head on the pillow. Trowa sat at the foot of the bed with Heero's feet in his lap.
Once everyone was settled, Trowa massaged the other foot. Watching the stress lines in his lover's face melt away with the rhythmic rubbing of the soles. He thought to himself why stop there? So he continued the massage, moving from the feet and working on thin calves.
Heero could only lie like a rag doll. He would grunt when Trowa encountered knotted muscle and moan when the knots would surrender to Trowa's touch.
"Oh course you realize I'm doing this all wrong," Trowa said. "I should have started from the top and worked my way down."
"Don't care," Heero groaned.
"Oil should have been involved."
"Too messy," Heero reasoned, his eyes closing. He was fighting the lull of falling asleep and enjoying the soothing, sensual touch.
The touch was now higher up, kneading into thigh muscles. "Should I stop?" Trowa asked with a hint of mischievous tease.
"No," Heero sighed, feeling Trowa's hands move to slide his boxer briefs down. He lifted his hips to help. His eyes remained closed. The touch stopped. Disappointed he opened his eyes to wonder what was taking Trowa so long to continue the massage.
Heero smiled and marveled at the stealth of his lover. His eyes had opened just at the point Trowa was removing his shirt. The shirt being pulled off had moved the long bangs off his face, revealing two green eyes staring intently back at him. Trowa prowled towards him, his body hovering teasingly over him before he settled down and straddled his waist. Long fingers traced Heero's jaw, kisses following behind the trail. Heero pulled Trowa's hair, forcing the head to move in a position for Heero to kiss his lover's lips.
The kiss was gentle. Soft. His arms wrapped around the lithe body above him, pulling him down closer. There was no need to rush anything. Heero was perfectly happy letting his hands roam over flawed flesh. His tongue flicked over closed lips seeking entrance.
Trowa compiled, tongues danced a slow rhythm, while his hands sought to tweak Heero's nipples into hardness. Heero's hands were squeezing his butt, aligning their arousals. Trowa pulled away from his lips to gasp at the sensation, hoping things wouldn't end before they had really gotten started. He moved to Heero's neck, biting down slightly, sucking the skin to a lovely rosy hue.
Heero bucked his hips harder with that nip. He could feel Trowa's smile where the love bite occurred. He couldn't stop from rocking into him. He couldn't stop the sighs and gasps as Trowa would rock back.
Heero flipped Trowa onto his back, the rhythm never ceasing. Both men reached down, their hands joining together, stroking their hardened flesh, seeking release. The air was filled with moans and groans, the smell of sex as heavy as their breathing. Lips and tongues tangled into artless open mouth kisses. The only thing that mattered was the person, rutting and stroking them into senselessness.
Soon nearly inaudible cries were heard; warm liquid splashing on overheated sweaty bodies. Release was soon obtained even if they couldn't stop moving their bodies for a while.
Heero kissed Trowa lazily before rolling off his body. A hand reached for the box of tissues and began removing the evidence of their passion. Once cleaned up the two men held each other in a loose embrace.
"When do you have to be back at work?" Trowa asked.
"Not until Sunday," Heero answered, his body was sated but he still felt he could barely keep his eyes opened. "You?"
"I have the entire weekend off," Trowa replied. "We must remember to do this some more before Sunday, don't you think?"
Heero chuckled. "Yes, I definitely think we should." He felt Trowa's hand caress his cheek.
"Sleep," was the soft command uttered.
Heero snuggled closer, his head using Trowa's chest as a pillow. "Yes," was the sleepy reply.
OWARI
(:./babaca/touch)
