Title: Start Me Up - 13/20?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi/Shoujo Ai/Yuri
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, Sx9
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Language, Yaoi & Yuri Lemons, Rimming, and Sap
Archived: Yep! Thanks Lev :)
TK Maxwell Original Christian and Yaoi Fiction at: http://writing.com/authors/tkmaxwell
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and the original Japanese creators do. This story is a parody of their defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original story. I consider all underage characters engaging in sexual activity as Emancipated Minors or the social equivalent under military service. This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is a fantasy and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual relationships. Content is not intended to condone or condemn any of the lifestyles portrayed. I make no money, I tell no lies :)
Quatre sighed, shutting the door behind him as he and Trowa walked into the hotel room. They only had three more races to go, and Heero would win the championship if he could finish ahead of Zechs in at least two. Quatre was proud of the team's efforts, especially since they had met and exceeded his expectations. It had been a few weeks since Duo and Heero's love affair had been ousted to the press, but the entire crew was seeing it as a positive thing, and that had helped with the camaraderie even more. Although his mechanic and driver had seemed hesitant to show any public signs of their affection at first, they had definitely gotten used to the idea rather quickly. Tentative touches had given way to open displays, and the blond owner could only wonder if Heero was going to be able to survive Duo's newfound passion enough to make it to the end of the season. Quatre smiled at that, thinking about how Duo always turned such a fetching shade of red whenever he pointed out the braided boy's insatiable craving for Heero's touch. It was good to see the two boys so obviously in love and happy.
He thought about that night after the accident. He'd been so surprised when Heero and Duo had arrived with Howard at Frogg's. Quatre had expected them to go back to the hotel and avoid public scrutiny until they'd had a chance to deal with everything, but the two boys had acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, letting themselves just enjoy the evening with their fellow crewmates and friends. Zechs had dedicated his song to them that night, singing 'Private Eyes' by Hall and Oates, and even Duo had laughed at the blond's teasing. Everyone had indulged in light banter, trying to show Heero and Duo that nothing had changed because of their new relationship. Whenever the conversation had turned to them, neither one had dodged questions, both discussing the accident and impromptu press conference without any sign of upset. Duo had even seemed accepting of Heero racing the next week if the doctor released him. Quatre had thought that the braided mechanic would be frantic just thinking about it, but it just hadn't been the case.
As the following week had progressed, Heero and Duo had begun showing their feelings for each other more at the track. Holding hands, kissing, and even light touching had become common for the couple. When that next race had rolled around, and Heero had been cleared, everyone in the pit had been shocked when the violet-eyed mechanic had kissed his driver long and hard right in front of all of the camera crews before Heero had gotten into a rebuilt Wing. Quatre was still astonished at the faith he'd seen shining in Duo's iridescent eyes as they'd watched Heero strap in. The blond hadn't been able to keep from thinking about how Wing had looked right after the crash and how close his driver - his friend - had come to being seriously injured. He knew that Duo had to have been thinking about the close call too, but the mechanic had only made the sign of the cross, kissed his fingertips, and touched his necklace gently. It was then that Quatre knew something had changed between Heero and Duo to give the mechanic a feeling of calm assurance he could believe in. Seeing someone trust in his partner the way Duo did Heero had made Quatre listen to what his heart had been telling him he should do in his own life. He knew that the time was right.
"I've been thinking," the blond said quietly as he followed Trowa into the bedroom.
Trowa turned and looked at him, his shirt already off as he began the process of removing his pants. "About what?"
Quatre stepped forward, his aqua eyes intense. "I don't think we should take for granted that we have all the time in the world, Trowa. I know we've taken our relationship slowly because we wanted to make sure we both wanted it." He smiled softly then. "I think announcing our involvement indicated that we are serious about each other."
"Yes. We are, " the brown-haired boy replied easily. "So what are you trying to say?"
Quatre walked up to Trowa and slid his arms around the other boy's waist. "I'm saying that I want you to make love to me. I don't want to wait any longer. I want you to take me, and I want you to do it tonight."
Trowa searched the other boy's eyes. "There's only one first time, Cat. Are you sure you want it to be me?"
The blond mock-frowned. "Are you insinuating you'd allow it to be anyone else?" He asked haughtily.
Trowa smirked. He loved it when Quatre pretended to be miffed at him because he always got to 'make it up' to the blond in the most wonderful ways. "No. I certainly am not. I just want you to be positive..."
"I am. I want you, Trowa. I want to be as close as physically possible with you... be part of you," Quatre whispered.
Trowa pulled him against him, enjoying the way the blond's body always fit so perfectly with his own. "It's something I've only dreamed about," he replied softly, his gaze never leaving Quatre's.
Quatre grinned as he stepped away and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Then let's make that dream come true," he said huskily as he slid the article of clothing off of his shoulders.
Trowa watched hungrily as his pale skin was revealed to him. He was always amazed at how flawless Quatre's body looked. A thin line of blond hair trailed from Quatre's stomach into his dress pants - dress pants that were currently being unzipped and pulled down narrow hips. Trowa's breath caught as his lover's body was bared to him, his eyes following that hair leading to Quatre's manhood, proudly jutting from a nest of golden curls. The elegant shaft rested above the boy's sac, its twitches signifying his need for release. Trowa let his gaze wander back up the blond until he met those beautiful eyes again. The love he saw there almost took his breath completely away.
"You are so beautiful. I don't know how I ever managed to get your attention," he managed to choke out.
Quatre smiled, moving towards him. "By being the person you are. By loving me the way you do. You were meant for me, Trowa Barton." He then grinned mischievously. "And did I mention that you've got a nice ass, too?"
Trowa's deep laughter was interrupted almost as soon as it began, turning into a breathy groan, as nimble fingers began pushing his boxers down, revealing his arousal to the other boy's eyes. Quatre sighed. He loved Trowa's body. It was lean yet muscular. Those long legs were so sexy, and although the other boy's erection wasn't as thick as Quatre's, Trowa's was longer. Quatre couldn't wait to feel him inside his body. Even though they had pleasured each other in many ways, he felt like this was the ultimate symbol of their feelings for each other - to become one.
"I think I'm the one who will get to do some ass worshipping tonight," Trowa mumbled as he kissed him forcefully.
Quatre moved his hips, rubbing his erection against Trowa's leg as he thrust his tongue into the brown-haired boy's mouth eagerly. Then there was no need for words. Trowa moved Quatre towards the bed, never letting up on his oral assault. When the blond reached the mattress and fell backwards onto it, Trowa moaned at the sight he made. Quatre let his hand encircle his shaft and began pumping; waiting to see what Trowa's reaction would be to it. That reaction was for Trowa to stare for only a moment before pouncing onto his teasing lover. Clothes were removed. Lube was retrieved from a bag by the bed. In no time at all, Quatre was on his hands and knees, begging Trowa to hurry as the other boy rubbed lube around the blond's entrance and onto his own aching shaft.
"Patience, lover," the brown-haired boy hissed out as he let his hardness slide in between the silken globes of Quatre's buttocks.
"Patience is a virtue I don't have right now," Quatre replied breathily. "Take me, Trowa! Now!"
Trowa laughed as he pushed the head of his erection against the convulsing opening. "I think you're about to lose a whole other kind of virtue," he groaned as he pressed forward.
Quatre moaned as he was penetrated. Trowa was taking it slow, allowing him time to adjust as he thrust shallowly, increasing his entry more each time he moved. Quatre noticed some discomfort and a burning sensation of muscle stretching to accommodate the intruder, but the knowledge that it was Trowa entering him let the blond concentrate on how incredible it felt. By the time Trowa was fully seated, they were both panting. Quatre was trying to keep from weeping at the beauty of it as the other boy leaned over, molding himself to the blond's back.
"Oh, Trowa," he almost sobbed. "Please... more."
Trowa pulled out a little bit and plunged back inside the willing body beneath him. "Not going to last long," he warned him. "You feel too good, Cat."
Quatre cried out as his lover thrust into him again. "That's all right... just make sure you take me with you!"
Trowa chuckled and began a steady pumping action with his hips as his hand reached underneath Quatre to fondle his hardness. It was weeping profusely, and Trowa groaned as the slick fluid made him think of releasing inside the other boy for the first time. His control began to slip, and grasping Quatre's hip with his free hand, he began thrusting with abandon, moving his other hand in counterpoint over his lover's length.
Quatre moved his body backwards to meet each of his lover's thrusts. He felt the heat and pressure building, so much more intense than anything he'd experienced before. He reached down one of his own hands to join Trowa's, both of them pumping him as their bodies spiraled into a frenzy of passion. One more thrust of Trowa inside him, and Quatre went over the edge, his erection pulsing as his essence spilled from him, covering his and Trowa's hands.
"Trowa! Trowa!"
Trowa felt the blond tighten around him, felt the liquid heat flow over their joined fingers, and then he was coming, hard and long, his seed filling his lover as he pressed his hips firmly against Quatre's exquisite ass. "Yes, Quatre!" was all he could manage to say as he emptied himself.
Once the last tremor ended, Trowa pulled Quatre with him onto their sides to keep the connection for as long as possible. When he finally slipped out of his lover, he turned the blond around and kissed him softly. Quatre gave him a contented smile. "That was wonderful," he said as he closed his eyes.
"The best," Trowa replied, grateful to have the boy he loved lying in his arms. "Absolutely the best."
They fell asleep almost immediately.
Noin sighed and tossed the book she'd been attempting to read for the past half hour onto the nearby chair. She was sitting in the hotel bed, her mind going in circles about someone she'd rather not be thinking of at all - Zechs. Even though she'd been trying to give him another chance, it was hard sometimes to let go of the past, especially when the blond did things that made her wonder if his intentions were genuine. There had been a time when she'd loved him so completely, and the way he'd thrown it back in her face had almost destroyed her. She couldn't deal with it again.
"If you don't stop frowning, it's going to give you wrinkles, and I'm going to have to pay for you a face lift."
Noin smiled. The reason she had learned to love again was sitting beside her with her glasses perched upon her pert nose, reading 'Car and Driver'. Deciding to let go of her dark thoughts, Noin leaned over and kissed Sally's ear as she whispered tauntingly, "Well, do something to make me happy then, and I won't be frowning."
Sally sighed, putting the magazine on the table beside her, but the expression on her face wasn't the one Noin was expecting. "You can't expect someone to change overnight, but you can't expect the worst either. Just because Zechs didn't come along with us tonight to celebrate your victory doesn't mean he's screwing Treize right now."
Noin's playful manner disappeared immediately. She pulled away with an angry look on her face. "Seems like a plausible explanation to me."
"Because you're thinking with your bitterness," Sally replied calmly. "We only have two more races. Can't you forget about who he's sleeping with for once and be happy that you've been so successful this year?"
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Noin bit out. "I don't give a damn if he's fucking the whole team!"
Sally pulled off her glasses, laying them aside. "Yes, you do. Inside, you still haven't allowed yourself to heal. Even though we're together now, even though Zechs has tried to make amends, you still want to live in the past." The blonde's gray eyes filled with an unspoken pain. "It's time you let it go, Lu. It's time you let him go."
"I have," the other woman grated out. "I don't want anything to do with him. How can you even think...?"
"People make mistakes. It doesn't mean they're bad people. It just means that they're human."
"Yeah, he's human all right!" The dark-haired woman spat, furious that her lover didn't understand. "First he accuses me of sleeping with Solo, then he spreads his legs for Treize without a second thought. But he wasn't satisfied with being Treize's fuck toy. Oh no, he had to seduce Wufei too, handing him some bullshit line!"
"Wufei?" Sally's eyes widened at the sudden revelation. "How do you...?"
"Wufei told me," Noin replied hotly. "He came to me when he found Zechs with Treize in a hotel room. He wanted to apologize to me because he'd always thought my anger towards Zechs was unfounded. He was so upset..."
"I just thought Wufei was talking about the accident that night," the blonde woman interrupted, remembering how Wufei had defended Zechs the first time Heero had invited the other driver out with them. "I had no clue."
"No one does, and he wants it kept that way too," Noin said pointedly, giving Sally a glare for good measure. "He was humiliated because Zechs lied to him. He'd heard rumors about Zechs and Treize, but he'd refused to believe them, especially since Zechs told him that he loved him."
"What if Zechs really did?" Sally countered thoughtfully. "What if he was just trying to protect him from the truth of what he'd become? Maybe he felt trapped, like Anne does. Did you ever think about things from his perspective?"
Noin snorted. "I try not to."
Sally shook her head. "That's the problem, isn't it? If you do, you'll forgive him, and you want to stay angry at him to keep from getting hurt again."
There was silence for a few moments, as good as an admission that what Sally said was the truth. Noin slumped down into the bed, feeling defeated. "Do you really think that he's sincere?" she asked softly.
Sally turned over toward her and caressed her cheek. "Yes, I do. He's admitted his mistakes, has attempted to make things right, and has stayed true to his word about being finished with Treize in the sack. You can tell by the way Treize glares at him that he isn't giving him any." She winked, trying to get them past their argument.
Noin laughed in spite of herself. "Well, I don't feel sorry for that arrogant bastard Treize one bit!"
The two women snickered together, and then Sally let her fingers slide into Noin's hair. "So?"
Noin sighed, closing her eyes. "So, I'll try not to worry about it and focus on something more... pleasurable."
Sally grinned. "Yes, you did say something about me putting a smile on your face, didn't you?"
Noin shifted, letting her leg slide over her bed partner's. "Yes, I did."
Sally leaned in and took her lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. Noin opened her mouth, allowing the blonde's tongue to slip inside, and they both moaned as the kiss deepened. Sally's hand pulled at the edge of Noin's sports bar, allowing her fingers to skim the soft skin underneath. The dark-haired woman's breath caught as that hand went further inside, stroking a hardening nipple slowly.
"Oh, yes, Sally... please..." Noin panted, as their mouths broke apart.
Sally kissed down Noin's neck as her hand released the other woman's breasts from the bottom of the bra. Her mouth trailed to take over when her hand left off. The teasing digits coasted down the firm stomach toward silk and lace. She smiled as her lover began moaning almost continually from her assault. Carefully, she slid her fingers in the side of Noin's panties, the slick heat already telling her how excited the dark-haired woman was. She gasped when she felt a hand going under her tee shirt, a warm palm rubbing across her sensitive peaks. She reached down with her other hand and slid it into her own underwear as she began stroking over Noin's pleasure nub.
"Oh, Sally! Yes... touch yourself... oh, yes!" Noin cried out as she realized what her lover was doing. It always excited her when Sally did that. She reached her other hand towards the blonde's shirt, pushing it underneath so she could caress both breasts.
Sally licked Noin's nipple while she rubbed both of their centers of desire. She could tell her lover was getting close. She increased the pace, enjoying the touches that Noin was giving her as much as what her own hand was doing. It wasn't long before Noin threw her head back, screaming Sally's name as she came hard. Sally pulled away to watch her beautiful face as the pleasure stole over her with amazing intensity. It was enough to send her over the edge too.
"Oh, yes, Lu!"
Noin opened her eyes to see Sally give into her own need as warmth spread through her. She could feel the other woman shaking as her orgasm hit and kept rubbing both nipples, even as Sally's hand coaxed every bit of sensation out of them both. When the tide ebbed, they lay there panting, somewhat wet, and sleepy. The dark-haired woman finally realized that the only thing that mattered to her was keeping that feeling alive between them. Zechs wasn't important at all in light of the love she could see shining in Sally's eyes as the woman looked back at her.
"I think Wufei is going to have to be bitter for the both of us from now on," Noin said with a smirk.
Sally smiled brightly, understanding what Noin meant. "I'm sure Mr. Chang will appreciate your faith in him, though I have a feeling that he will find that forgiveness can be much easier than bitterness when there is still love there."
Noin sighed and snuggled against her mechanic. "You know that I'm yours completely, right?"
Sally pulled her closer. "Damn right! You're my cowgirl, and don't you ever forget it," she commanded teasingly, but Noin could tell the seriousness underlying those word and knew she had to reassure the woman beside her.
"Never again, my love," she said with conviction as she hugged her tightly and smiled. "Never again."
Duo slammed the door behind him as he stomped towards the bed. He was furious, and the one person that he would want to talk to about his problems was the one he was furious with. "Damn him!" He snarled as he pulled off his tee shirt and began unzipping his jeans. "He is such an asshole sometimes!"
Heero had been almost unbearable all day. They raced in two days, the next to the last race of the season, and the Japanese boy was driving him crazy! Every time Duo turned around, Heero was asking him about some kind of modification that might give them an edge. Duo had already gone through so many scenarios that his head was pounding. Wing was in as good a shape as it would ever be, and Duo felt that Heero needed to 'get a fucking grip'. In fact, that's what he'd told him before he'd stormed off.
Stripping down to his boxers, Duo collapsed onto the bed and frowned. "He doesn't even know that I substituted some of Scythe's parts when Wing was crashed the last time. The car is even better than before. Why can't he just trust me?" He asked the empty room, hurt and anger apparent in his voice if anyone had been there to listen.
Sulking quietly, Duo turned away from the door since he knew his pain-in-the-ass-lover would be coming in soon. It wasn't but a few minutes later that he heard the hotel room door open and familiar footsteps make their way into the bedroom; Duo tried to pretend he was asleep. He just didn't feel like fighting anymore. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They had been looking forward to being alone in the room, and the braided boy felt like it had all been ruined because of their tempers. He could hear the rustle of clothing being removed and then the bed dipped slightly as another body slid under the covers. He tensed as the warmth of a naked chest pressed against his back. A strong arm made its way around his waist, but before he could begin to protest, a soft kiss was placed on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, koibito," Heero said hurriedly, sensing that Duo was getting ready to push him away. "You had every right to get upset with me. I was being a prick today, and you shouldn't have to put up with that, no matter what."
Duo remained silent for a couple of minutes, wanting to stay angry, but unable to ignore the sincerity he heard in Heero's voice. He chose to go with a frustrated but forgiving tone. "I know this is important to you," he began, his voice rough with emotion, "but damn it, Heero, it's important to us too! You have to trust us do our damn jobs!"
"I know," Heero reassured him, kissing his bare back again in apology. "I do trust you. You've never let me down."
Duo relaxed as his residual anger faded quickly. The feeling of his lover's body against him was a reassuring one, and suddenly he wanted to forget about the horrible day they'd had and just enjoy being together. Turning over, he buried his face in Heero's chest, nuzzling him. "Neither do you, so keep your promise or I'm gonna to smack you."
Heero sighed in relief. He'd felt like such an idiot when Duo had left the track. He hadn't meant to keep pressuring the mechanic about the car, but he wanted to do his best, and sometimes his ability to concentrate on a task became obsessive. He'd decided on the way back to the hotel that he was going to apologize and do whatever it took to make his lover forgive him. He smiled when he realized that it was going to be something they were both going to enjoy.
"Then let's take a shower," he replied huskily, a little embarrassed at the implications but trying hard not to show it.
Duo pulled away, a slight flush to his own face as his eyes met Heero's uncertainly. "Okay. If you're sure..."
Heero nodded and they both got up to make their way to the bathroom, discarding their remaining clothes on the way. Once in the shower, they looked shyly at each other until Duo began snickering at their unusual awkwardness. Heero glared at him but then snorted as he reached for the soap. They pressed against each other, and Heero leaned in, kissing Duo passionately, as the braided boy began rubbing his awakening arousal against his groin. Heero reached behind him to trail soapy fingers between Duo's buttocks, hearing the other boy gasp as a fingertip slipped slowly inside him. It wasn't intended to stretch, just arouse and prepare for what they were going to do in a little while. The mechanic took the soap from Heero's hand and lathered his own shaking fingers before placing the bar back in the tray. He then returned the favor, eliciting a hiss and shudder from Heero as he slid his digit into his lover's entrance. They massaged each other like that, thrusting their erections together steadily. Finally, Heero pulled away, panting at the incredible feeling, but knowing that there was more to what they both wanted.
"We'd better get out of here now or we're not going to make it to the bed," he informed Duo.
Duo grinned wickedly even though he was trembling from what they'd already done. "You're right. I don't think I can wait much longer."
They rinsed and dried off quickly. Naked and still aroused, they got back into bed, facing each other. They'd heard about this sexual act from one of the other guys. It had been hard to discuss at first, both of them inexperienced and self-conscious, but after realizing that they wanted the kind of intimacy the act implied, they had agreed to at least try it. They hadn't even had anal sex yet, but both felt that this was the next step for them for some reason.
"Ready?" Duo asked, his excitement hard against Heero's thigh.
Ignoring his own nervousness, Heero caught his lover's lips in a gentle kiss and then whispered. "Ready."
They continued kissing, an exploration of mouths and tongues that was familiar yet stimulating. Hands roamed over soft skin and firm muscles. Duo groaned as Heero kissed down his chest, licking a path straight to his wet pulsing length. When Heero swallowed his shaft, Duo bucked and cried out. He wanted to do this to Heero too - needed to do it to him - but he knew that Heero wanted to try it first before letting him reciprocate. Duo had no doubt that he was going to enjoy it both ways. The very thought of it made him so hard that he was afraid Heero was going to finish him before they'd even really started.
"Heero... get on with it or I'm gonna come!" He yelled out as Heero suddenly tongued his slit.
Heero chuckled and then continued his way lower, taking time to nuzzle Duo's balls with his nose and then lick them playfully. Duo mewled in response, and it only increased Heero's arousal. His own shaft was painfully engorged, needing release. His tongue lapped at the place behind the silky sac, and then he pulled away to look at the braided boy laid out before him. He took in the way Duo's hair had slipped out from his braid in places to lay against his body, the way his body hummed with anticipation and need, and the way his need spoke of the trust between them to fulfill each other's desires. At that moment, Heero didn't think he could deny him anything.
Duo was panting and groaning. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out all over him from their foreplay. His violet eyes gazed down his own body to find smoldering blue ones looking back, conveying silently the intensity of Heero's feelings for him. Duo whispered his lover's name, feeling that sense of wonder again that someone like Heero could want him. The way the Japanese boy regarded him made Duo feel like he was the most beautiful person in the entire world, and the braided boy would never get enough of that.
"Please, Heero... do it," Duo implored as he bent his legs, his feet flat on the bed as he made himself open to Heero.
Heero growled, his passion rising more at his lover's words and actions. He reached out and spread Duo's cheeks apart, exposing the hidden entrance, and then leaned forward to lick at the quivering flesh. He could feel the muscle contracting as he undulated his slick member against it, tasting Duo in a way he'd never imagined. It was heady, and an aggressiveness and primal longing overtook him. He pressed his face between the firm globes of Duo's ass and thrust his tongue inside eagerly, wanting to delve within that secret place and become part of the other boy.
Duo groaned, the feeling like nothing else he'd ever known. The way Heero's tongue felt inside his entrance was amazing. The rocking motion, the way Heero licked him, and the noises that the Japanese boy made were driving him slowly insane. He reached down and grasped at Heero's shoulder, trying to let his lover know that it was time for him to participate in a more active way. Heero seemed to understand, pausing long enough to turn his body around, his leg going over Duo's shoulder as he plunged his tongue back inside Duo's body.
"Shit! Heero... wait... wait a minute. Let me get..." Duo broke off his own words as Heero's erection bobbed in front of his face. Smiling, he leaned forward and licked it like a lollipop. The groan that emanated from below his navel made him snicker as he began his own thorough checklist for his oral exploration of Heero's body.
Flick of the tongue over the tip to taste Heero's essence and make him shiver - check. Light suction on balls to make Heero groan uncontrollably - check. Lick to sensitive area between balls and ass to make Heero buck and demand 'Duo! Get on with it, damn it!' - double check. Duo grinned as he used his thumbs to reveal Heero to him and then leaned in to give his lover a little 'inspection'.
Heero yelled out as he felt Duo plunge his tongue into his entrance. He was still licking enthusiastically at Duo's opening, and the added sensation of Duo doing the same thing was incredible. He reached - Down? Up? - To grasp Duo's shaft and began stroking it as he tongued him. Duo seemed to get the message, and a couple moments later was fondling the driver's hard member with as much abandon as he was thrusting his tongue with. Dual stimulation, and the overwhelming emotional intimacy drove them towards completion. Duo felt himself going over the edge first, the sweet heat rolling over him like a summer day spent overhauling an engine, as he pulled away long enough to shout out his pleasure.
"Heero! Oh, shit, yes! Heero! Heero!"
Heero could feel the muscle tightening around his tongue, and the only thing he could think about was how good it would feel for it to be his erection inside instead. He listened to Duo yelling out his approval of his skills, and then felt the evidence of it spraying his hand as the mechanic released. He was getting ready to move when he felt Duo thrust his tongue back inside him, seeming to be even more determined to push Heero past his level of endurance. Heero moved back into the other boy's thrusts, his mind succumbing to the erotic sensation as Duo once again jerked him off in time with those flicks of his tongue. It didn't take long for Duo to get what he wanted. Heero tensed, feeling the fire burn through him like the sun on a racetrack, as he came harder than he ever had before.
"Duo! Duo! Aaaaaaaa! Duo!"
Neither one could move for quite some time. Their bodies trembled against each other as they recovered, the sheer intensity of it all making them weak. Finally Heero dragged himself up to his pillow, and seeing the contented look on his lover's face, he sighed happily. "I believe we can consider that test drive a success," he muttered.
Violet eyes fluttered open and then a huge grin plastered itself on Duo's face. "Damn, Yuy! If sex with you is like this, we're going to have to take vitamin supplements or something!" He exclaimed; tired but feeling so good he wished he could bottle it for another day.
Heero smirked and leaned in to kiss him, but when Duo held up a hand to block him, he frowned. "What?"
"We need to... um... brush our teeth," the braided boy said as he scrunched up his face.
Heero huffed. "Duo, you just basically kissed my ass. Don't tell me you won't kiss my lips now?"
Duo laughed outright. "I may like to kiss your ass, Yuy, but that doesn't mean I want to kiss my own!"
Heero blinked, thought about it for a moment, and then smiled sheepishly. "Duly noted. Let's find the toothpaste."
Both boys snickered helplessly as they rifled through their bags before going into the bathroom to clean up. Once they were back in bed, Duo sighed and kissed Heero tenderly. "Thank you. You always know how to apologize."
Heero buried his face in Duo's hair. "Maybe one day I won't do things that make it necessary to apologize."
Duo gave an exasperated sigh. "But where would the fun be in that? Make-up sex is a vital part of a relation..."
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Heero interrupted him... with his lips. Their mouths were kept busy for quite a while until they both fell into an exhausted - but completely sated - sleep. Duo couldn't complain.
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